Once Stuart moved away, I said, “I’ll meet you out front.”
“Let me pay—”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Tate had his hands in the pockets of his relaxed-fit jeans as he leaned against his motorcycle. “Let’s go for a ride.”
“I only have a few minutes.”
“I’ll have you back in time. I brought an extra helmet for you.” He handed me a glossy, black, half helmet with a striking graphic of purple and blue feathers.
“Wow, it’s pretty.”
“It’s yours.”
“Mine?” I pulled it over my head and Tate tightened the strap under my chin.
“Very cute,” he said, touching my nose. He slipped on his full helmet and straddled his red Harley.
I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Where are we going?”
“For a ride.” He pulled out onto Andrews Avenue and then turned onto AIA following the bridge.
I called out in excitement. I had never been on a motorcycle and laughed over the thrill of it. It felt like we were going really fast, water passing on either side of us. The power of the bike, the vibration, my arms around Tate’s waist, my cheek pressed against his back all turned me on. When we were across the water, he made a U-turn and took me back to the parking lot of Tap 42. Once he stopped, I hopped off the bike.
Unbuckling the helmet, I said, “That was so much fun, but it was way too short.”
“You look gorgeous with your cheeks all red and your eyes sparkling,” he said, his eyes smiling at me.
“Thank you.” I stood on tiptoe so I could kiss him.
He swept me up in his arms, his kiss full of passion.
“I wish I didn’t have to go back inside,” I murmured against his lips.
“You have no idea.”
“Sure I do. Are you coming back in?”
“No, I don’t think I could keep my hands off you, bar be damned.”
“Okay.” I pulled his mouth down to mine and kissed him softly goodbye. As I walked away, I said over my shoulder, “I love my helmet. Thank you.” I thought I saw a slight smile as I headed back into the bar.
The next two hours dragged on like ten. Stuart kept eyeing me as if he wanted to say something, but thankfully, he kept it to himself. Just before the end of my shift, I ordered and ate a half order of grilled chicken avocado salad. I boxed the other half to go and then texted Tate.
Me: I’m almost out of here. My place?
Although Tap 42 was located closer to Tate’s house, I didn’t want to be tempted to spend the night after a long day of work. I figured it would be easier to kick him out of my place when I got too tired.
I cashed out with Stuart, paying for Tate’s drinks too, and said, “Goodnight.”
“Be safe,” he said.
Safe? That occupation had fled my DNA. Safety wasn’t in the cards. I still hadn’t heard back from Tate by the time I drove home. I heard my phone chime as I pulled into my apartment complex. I found Tate waiting for me on the steps to my place. “Been waiting long?”
“Way too long, but I’ve only been here a few minutes.”
He didn’t get up, so I sat next to him on the step and rested my hand on his thigh.
He smoothed his hand over my head and tugged at the tie keeping my hair up. “How’d it go?”
I shook my head once my hair was set free. “Endless. It was a slow night, and waiting to see you again made it painfully so.”
“Your boss?”
“He was fine.”
“I want to lock you up like Rapunzel,” he confided, shifting my legs over his lap and drawing me close.
“For someone who doesn’t want a real relationship, you’re very possessive,” I said, touching his face, his stubbly cheek.
“I agree,” he admitted.
Tracing his full lips, I asked, “What are you going to do about it?”
He kissed the tip of my finger and then pushed aside my collar, kissing his way up my neck. His dangerous hands wove their magic against my back, inciting a riot within me. Then his lips found mine and I melted against him. His tongue leisurely explored my mouth, one hand resting on my lower back and the other holding my neck. “Let’s go inside,” he whispered when he pulled his mouth away. He stood and held out his hands for me, lifting me to my feet.
As I fumbled with my keys and unlocked the door, his body pressed against mine. I felt his breath in my hair. Once inside, I asked, “Do you need anything?”
“Just you.” He took my hand and led me to the bedroom, turning on the light and dimming it. We faced each other and I unbuttoned his shirt, pausing so he could lift my shirt over my head. He kissed along my collarbone, lowering my bra strap. As my large breast spilled out, he lifted it to his mouth and swirled his tongue around the nipple before sucking it into his mouth. I arched into him, loving the attention. His other hand found the button on my jeans, and my hands found his and unzipped his pants, pushing them down. We paused in our play and kicked our jeans away.
“Very sexy,” he said, fingering the V in the front of my black, lacy bra. He pivoted me to the side and fondled my ass, the matching lacy thong showing between my butt cheeks. “It’s hard for me to decide which side of you is my favorite.” He turned me back around. “I have to go with front because of that mouth of yours.” His lips came down on my mine as his hands explored all of my exposed flesh, branding me with his touch. He lowered the other strap of the bra, freeing my left breast. “So beautiful,” he murmured as he twisted and tugged both nipples until they were completely aroused.
Then Tate’s hands trailed down my narrow waist, his thumbs looping the sides of my thong, drawing it down my thighs. His mouth followed his hands, breathing against my mound. “I love that you keep your lips smooth but have a path on your mound.” His tongue shot out and I kicked away my panties, spreading my legs for him as I unhooked my bra and tossed it aside. He groaned against me, wrapping his arms around my buttocks. His mouth pressed into me, his tongue seeking my sweet spot.
I held his head against my pussy. “Wonderful...” I uttered. My legs shook when his fingers played at my entrance along with the stroking of his tongue.
He brought me oh so close and said, “I want you to cum with my cock inside you.”
“I want that, too.”
He climbed onto the bed and knelt in the center of it, holding his hand out to me. He drew me against him, sitting me on his lap, my legs on either side of him. As he adjusted himself under me, I lifted up and slid down on his naked cock.
“Oh god,” I cried. “You forgot—”
“I didn’t.”
“That’s so ... oh Tate.” And then, I couldn’t speak.
His mouth kissed my breasts and tugged on my nipples. Then his incredible hands cupped my ass and tilted my hips so my clit ground into him. He shifted his legs out in front of him and I wrapped my legs around his back. The deepened penetration drove me insane. His cock hit all the right spots as we aggressed together.
His mouth sought mine, and neither of us closed our eyes. The taste of him roused and liquefied me as if we were one fused being.
My hands touched his back and shoulders, settling on his face. Our lips hovered close as we both moaned aloud.
“I want you to cum first,” he growled, slowing his pace. “It feels too good.” He shifted our position again, moving us to the side of the bed, where he sat with his right leg on the ground. He placed me on my back, draping my legs over his thighs, pulling me onto his cock. His hands held my sides as he rocked in, back and forth. The trail of his hands caressed my breasts as he continued his incursion. Then his fingers found my center, and I knew it wouldn’t take me much longer.
His intense stare mystified me and yet, I could not look away, trapped in the strength of the moment. As he took me over the edge, every bit of me opened up, and he flew into my heart and soul before we both exploded out together in a confounding climax. Wave after wave of release, he conti
nued to permeate my soul until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Please go,” I said, still breathing heavy and trying to catch my breath. Tears hovered at the surface, and I refused to cry in front of him.
“What? Why?” he asked, lifting me in a tight embrace, his cock still inside me.
“You can’t make love to me like that and not give me your heart while you’re busy stealing mine.”
“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing my temple and gazing down at me. Pulling out of me, he spooned me against him, placing his warm palm on my chest between my breasts. “It’s going to be okay.”
Only I knew it wasn’t as my tears silently spilled down my cheeks.
“Blue, it’s okay,” he whispered. “It was intense for me too.”
I turned to face him, tears staining my cheeks. “Please go. I need to get some sleep before tomorrow.”
“I don’t want to leave you like this.”
“Then tell me something about you.”
“I can’t.” He moved to get up, the anchor of his past pulling us both down.
“Or won’t,” I said as he picked up his clothes and left the room.
I finally heard the front door shut, and I let the deep grief spill out. I would never be more than a body to anyone. Doomed to spend my life as someone’s plaything or holding place. I damned my body again as I often had.
Why did stupid men like Stuart think that it’s appealing to be offered causal sex? Why did stupid women like me keep accepting less than we deserve?
I wailed out my pain, all the bad memories weaving my noose of misery. When I came up for air, I thought of calling Bond, but I didn’t dare bother the sanctified trio. Instead, I cried myself to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I’ve Told You Now
by Sam Smith
In the morning, I found a note from Tate. It simply read:
I’m sorry, Blue.
“Yeah, well, so am I.” I crumbled up the note and threw it in the trash. “I’m sorry you’re damaged goods.” I also mentally threw away all the little tidbits I had saved from what he had said. That boy needed to keep his cock and his hands to himself. He probably won’t show up at Red’s anyway.
I trudged through my shift at The Chart House, sorting through every moment with Tate, beating myself up over it all.
Back at the apartment, I showered and stood in front of my closet, trying to decide what to wear. I hadn’t bought anything new in a while and decided I needed to visit Lainie’s Bella Boutique soon to rectify that.
I wanted to look hot just in case Tate showed, mostly to torment him. Shifting a bunch of hangers to the right, I looked at the skimpier summer dresses I owned. Most were too dressy for the occasion. I finally decided on the sleeveless, white, chiffon dress, with a swirly, black decal covering the front. It had a short hem that became longer in the back. It didn’t show cleavage, but it was flirty nonetheless. Coupled with sandals, it read causal.
After lining my eyes and gathering my belongings, I arrived at Red’s early. As I had hoped, only Bond was in residence.
When I walked into the living room, Bond whistled. “Very nice.” He swooped me in his arms and kissed me hard.
I rested my head against his chest and sighed. “I almost called you late last night.”
He tilted my head up. “Is everything okay? You should have called.”
“I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Don’t, Blue. You can always call. Sit,” he ordered, pointing to the couch facing the back of the house. “What happened?”
I didn’t speak right away and searched my mind for the right words.
“Just say it.”
“It was too good and I made him leave and then I cried. I know I’m being stupid, but I can’t help it.”
“Is he coming tonight?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I invited him before all of that and told him to come late. He wasn’t thrilled with that part.”
“I bet. Why did you tell him to come late?”
“So I could chat with the girls, which is what I said.”
“He didn’t believe you.”
I shook my head.
“I wouldn’t have, either. He thinks you want him here late so you can spend time with me.”
I nodded.
“This should be interesting.”
“If he comes.”
“Oh, he’ll come. No doubt about it. Do you have anything on under that dress?” His hand reached along my thigh.
“No.” I laughed, swatting his hand away.
“You ladies are all the same. Love to torture us men.”
I chuckled again. “There might be some truth to that.”
Bond pulled me close and kissed me, his hand sneaking back under my skirt.
I reveled in the opportunity not to think about Tate. That is until we heard the front door open.
“Fuck,” he sighed out.
I quickly fixed my dress and moved to the opposite end of the couch.
“Hey guys,” Jacqs said as she rounded the corner and she and Red deposited bags on the counter.
I stood up and we hugged. Then I moved over to Red so Jacqs and Bond could have some time alone.
“Looking good,” Red said, giving me a big bear hug.
“Thanks.” I followed him into the kitchen and watched him unpack the groceries.
“Should I take this to mean Tate will be stopping by?”
“I guess we shall see.”
“Trouble in paradise already?”
“If by paradise you meant rocky terrain along a cliff, then I’ll answer in the affirmative.”
Red gave a deep belly laugh.
“What’s so funny?” Jacqs asked as she entered the kitchen and helped Red put the food away.
“Blue’s metaphorical spin on words. You should be a writer.”
I stuck my tongue out at him. “Speaking of which, Tate gave me feedback on my first chapter, and I’ve been reworking my novel. I plan to share some soon.”
“That’s exciting. I’m between books and could use something new to read. Honey, do you mind if I take Blue out back and leave the food to you?” Jacqs asked Red.
“Go, enjoy.”
She rose up on tiptoes and kissed Red’s cheek. Grabbing my hand, she led me outside to the swinging loveseat. “So tell me all of it,” she said as she took her place next to me.
“I think we should wait for the others so I don’t have to repeat myself.” I pulled the bottom of my dress down and crossed my legs.
“Okay, but just tell me, is his cock really thicker than Red’s and longer than Bond’s?”
I broke out in hysterical laughter. “Yes.”
“I wonder if it would fit in me.”
“I’m not sharing this one,” I shot out, the laughter gone completely.
“I’m sorry, Blue, I didn’t mean I ... that was a stupid thing for me to say.”
I took a deep breath, trying to quell the simmering jealousy. “No, it’s okay. I get the fascination.”
“Is he nice?”
“He’s ... hmmm, I don’t think I would call him nice. He’s distant but attentive, a rather odd mix of things that...”
“That?”
“Hey!” Cat called out, Lainie by her side. They grabbed two wrought iron chairs and placed them facing us.
“Is Sam here yet?” Jacqs asked.
“She should be here any minute,” Lainie said as she sat down. “She left Bella’s early so she could get here on time. We all want the lowdown. Is he coming tonight?”
“Wait for me!” Sam waved and carried over another chair.
“Drinks, ladies?” Bond asked, hanging his head out the French doors.
“Water for me,” Sam said.
“I’ll take whatever non-beer drink you have,” I said. “Thanks.”
“Same,” Lainie said.
“Me too,” Jacqs said.
“Beer for me,” Cat said. “So spill it.”
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�I just asked her if Tate was nice and she said, ‘not really,’” Jacqs relayed, sitting back and bringing her legs up on the couch.
“That could be good if you mean during sex,” Lainie said with a wink.
I chuckled.
“So tell us. First, is he coming by tonight?” Sam asked.
I paused and smiled at Bond as he handed us our drinks. Jacqs touched his thigh and whispered her thanks. He smiled down at her and then winked at me.
Once he was out of earshot, I filled the girls in on everything.
“Based on his age, I’d guess he’s been through a horrible divorce,” Sam said. “Did he really say it had been over three years since he’s had sex? Lucky you!”
“I think you should go for it,” Cat said.
“And be damned my heart?”
“I’m with Cat,” Lainie said.
“I think you should be careful,” Sam said. “Your therapist is smart. You have to keep up your own walls or Tate—”
“Or Tate will what,” he interrupted, staring straight at me. He took us all by surprise.
Over Tate’s shoulder, I glared at Bond who mouthed, “I’m sorry.” I stood up and went to Tate. “Let’s go for a walk.” I took his hand and led him to the far edge of the dock. “I wasn’t sure you were coming.”
He glowered at me, his jaw clinching.
I gently touched his cheek and saw the surprise in his eyes, yet the frown on his face remained unchanged.
Then he surprised me by holding both of my arms behind my back and yanking me tightly against him. He ravished my mouth with a grunt, sparking an intense need in me.
Feeling the wetness on my labia, I wished I had chosen to wear panties. Two pairs.
“I want to take you away from here,” he said, staring down at me.
“If you need to leave, then go. I’m staying. This is my favorite day of the week because I get to see my friends. I didn’t get a chance to check in with them. They were too interested in you.”
“What did you say?” he asked, absently playing with the ends of my hair.
“You don’t want to know. Why don’t you have a drink with the guys?”
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