by V. M. Holk
I laugh, "Nothing in life worth having is ever easy. You should know that by now. So I repeat, quit acting like an ass and at least talk to him."
She looks over at me with tears in her eyes. Shit, she better not start crying, I don't think I can take it right now.
"He is upset about Kyle. I don't want him back, we are divorced. I don't care what Kyle thinks he wants right now."
"Well that's what you need to tell Wyatt. He wants to be reassured that you are his."
She shrugs her shoulders, "Yeah. I guess."
I shake my head, "Stop over thinking it. You know how men can get. You need to set up boundaries with Kyle."
"Thanks, Jay." She sighs and looks up at me, "I've missed you so much."
I roll my eyes at her, "Whateva bitch. I know you can't live without me."
We both laugh and it feels good to finally have us back. She comes over to me and gives me a hug. I don't know what I would do with out her in my life, even when she drives me crazy.
I light my cigarette and take a long draw from it. Damn she is hot, I didn't recognize her. But then again, when I saw her last she was so beaten up, no one would have. I still remember that day like it was yesterday. I couldn't believe any man could do that to a woman. I wanted to find him and beat the fucking shit out of him myself.
I tried calling her several times, with no luck. She didn't press charges against him, which I never understood. Many abused women don't. So when it was months, then a year, I filed her case in my cabinet.
I was shocked when she called. I went to my cabinet and read her file over. Like I needed to, I never forgot her. There was always something about her, even then. I felt a pull towards her, and on long nights at the station, I would think of her. I would pull that file out and look it over wondering where she was, what she was doing, who she might be with. That last one would make me angry and I never understood why.
Sitting there, I could see such sadness in her eyes, and she was scared. I wanted to wrap her in my arms and tell her I would protect her. When I touched her I could feel it all over, I wanted to grab her and take her home.
I shake myself from my thoughts and get in my car. I glance in my rearview mirror and see her still sitting at the table. She is looking in my direction, I smile to myself as I drive away.
The rest of the week went with nothing interesting happening, which is a good thing. I had enough excitement to last me awhile. Work has helped to keep my mind off of Ben and the nightmares have stopped.
I'm looking forward to going out this weekend with the girls. Lynette called to make sure that we are still on for the bar, which I definitely need. I talked Anne into going with us, since it's her weekend without Katie and Shannon. I told Lynette and said it might be a good idea for Wyatt to some how find out where we are going.
I'm hoping if Anne sees him, she will admit to him what her problems are. From what Lynette told me, Tom said he is miserable. Tom is Anne's dad and Wyatt works for him, he has been moping around the shop. It's been so bad that Dan and Rick, the two other guys that work there, can't stand being around him.
I know she is scared, but she needs to at least give it a chance. I have never seen her so happy with anybody, not even Kyle. Don't get me wrong, they were happy when they were first together and married. But things changed for them a long time ago and neither of them ever wanted to admit it. Wyatt makes her glow and I have never seen her like that. So, if I need to help them along, I will.
I look up to see that I need to start getting ready for tonight. I get in the shower and think of O, and oh what a time I have had with that man. I found out his band is playing tonight, I am hoping we can have a fun night in the sack. We hooked up a couple of weeks ago and he could melt my pants off.
He is a gorgeous green eyed man with shoulder length dirty blond hair and tat's all over. He is a rocker and I love it. His voice is to die for, I could listen to that for the rest of my life. We hit it off right away when we meet and I brought him home with me. And shit, can he fuck!
I don't do relationships, so when he asked for my number, I told him I would see him around. I don't mean to be a bitch, but my track record hasn't been great. I am not ready to get in any kind of relationship, other than being fuck buddies. I am hoping he is in for a roll in the sack tonight, because I can really use it.
I get out of the shower and pick out one of my sluttier outfits for tonight. I am hoping O won't be able to resist me. I get dressed, then go do my hair and make-up. I look at myself in t he mirror, "Damn, girl....you look fucking HOT!" I laugh at myself. I grab my phone and purse, then walk out the door, making sure it's locked behind me.
I light a cigarette, as I walk across the street to Anne's house. I walk up her porch and knock on the door. She walks up and opens it, not looking ready.
"Hey, I will wait for you out here."
"Okay, I'm almost ready."
I yell at her, "Dress slutty, bitch."
I hear her laughing on her way to her bedroom. I sit in one of the wicker chairs she has on her porch and look around the neighborhood. I freeze when I see that same car down the street. Again, someone is in the driver seat. They start the car and make a u-turn and drive the opposite direction from me.
Maybe they live down there, but why is there someone in the car every time I see it. I have a bad feeling that it's Ben. I will have to call Detective Ryan and let him know I saw the car again. I get a warm feeling, when I think of him. Damn, I have tried to not think much of Trevan and those eyes. I shake myself to forget about all of this for tonight, if only for my own sanity.
We pull up to the bar and the three of us get out. Thank god, it's not far from home. We open the door and get blasted with the music playing inside. My stomach does a flip, as I recognize the person singing, O.
The girls go off to find a table close to the stage and dance floor, I go to the bar to get us drinks. I tell the bartender what I want and look around. I hope that Wyatt shows up tonight, Anne and him need to talk. I don't see him anywhere, so I grab our drinks and head to our table.
I sit facing the stage and look right at him. Our eyes lock, those beautiful green eyes that dance when he is singing. I see a smile cross his face when he looks at me and it warms me. Those eyes, those lips and his voice make me melt, hell it makes me wet for that matter. I'm hoping that look means I am getting lucky tonight.
I look away and pass out our drinks, I see Anne smiling at me out of the corner of my eye. Damn, I was hoping nobody noticed that exchange. We sit and listen to the music in silence for awhile.
The waitress drops off more drinks and I look around, again. I see Wyatt walking and smile at him. Damn, he looks like shit. The poor guy has it bad for my Anne, she needs to fix this. He starts to walk over to us, but stops at the bar for a beer. Anne has her back to him and he pulls up a chair and sits behind her. I can tell she knows it's him because she stiffens in her seat. I look over at Lynette and she is grinning like a school girl.
I get up and grab Lynette to go to the bathroom. I figure they need a moment alone. Once the door closes behind us, Lynette turns to me.
"I hope they talk this out."
"Yeah, me too. He looks miserable and I know she feels the same for him."
"How are you holding up?"
"I'm good, hoping to get lucky tonight. Damn that man looks good and his voice makes me melt."
She laughs at me and we walk back out. I see Anne and Wyatt facing each other and talking. The band is taking a break and the jukebox is playing. I let Lynette know I am going outside for a quick cigarette. She nods and walks off to talk to some other people she knows.
I walk outside, the cooler air hits me and it feels good. They have tables set up for smokers to sit at and I go to an empty one. I look out over the parking lot, lost in my thoughts. I feel someone put their hand on my arm and I jump. I look over to see O, laughing at me. He sits down in the chair next to me.
"What the fuck? You scared the shit out of me," I
yell and playfully hit him on the arm.
"Yeah? I noticed you were in your own world. How you been, doll?"
"Better, now that you're here." He smiles at me and I smile back.
I get closer to him and grab his hair so his face is closer to mine. He doesn't stop me and I kiss him hard on the lips. He grabs me and pulls me into his lap, the kiss gets deeper as he invades my mouth with his tongue. He pulls away, faster than I wanted and I groan. He looks into my eyes and gets that devilish grin on his face.
"Damn woman. You light me on fire. I have to go back in, we only took a ten minute break."
"Shit, okay."
"We will pick this back up later."
"Damn straight."
I get off his lap and we walk back into the bar together. He grabs a beer on his way to the stage and I order a shot. As soon as the bartender hands it to me, I slam it. I order another drink and look back at our table. Wyatt has his arm around Anne's shoulders, their hands intertwined and she is leaning back on him. They are listening to the music, Wyatt looks over at me, smiles and nods. I smile back and shake my head. I knew once they saw each other things would be okay.
I walk back to our table and sit down. Anne looks over and gives me a weak smile. I nod and smile back at her, happy that she isn't running away from him. I look towards the stage and watch O, he is singing his heart out. I can't wait to run my fingers through his hair later tonight. Lynette comes back and sits with us, we all sit quietly and listen to the music.
I am thankful that Lynette only had the one drink, so she can drive my ass home. It's getting late and I want to get the rest of my evening going.
I look over at Anne, "You leaving with Wyatt?"
She smiles, "Yeah. Thanks by the way."
I wink at her, "For what? Go have some fun, you slut."
Wyatt comes up behind Anne and wraps his arms around her, it's so great to see. Anne's whole face lights up as she turns to whisper in his ear. I suddenly get a flash of jealousy, for not having that with someone. I shake myself and remember I don't do those kind of relationships anyway. I feel someone come up behind me, I turn to see O.
"So, I will come over to your house when we finish loading up all of our stuff. Okay?"
"Of course," I smile back at him.
My stomach does a flip, as I watch him walk back to his band mates and pick up a box. I turn and start walking out with Lynette, anxious to get home. I get into Lynette's mini-van and see Anne hop into Wyatt's truck.
"Thank god, right." Lynette says to me as we watch Anne.
"Yeah. Now come on woman, I got a hot guy coming to my house."
She laughs at me as we pull out of the parking lot.
I walk back towards my band mates, with a stupid grin on my face. I've been hoping for weeks that Jaylah would show back up. I can't get that woman out of my head, I feel like a damn teenager. We had a great night of sex and when I asked her for her number she shut down on me. Damn, someone fucked her up. But then who isn't, I don't have room to talk.
When I went outside earlier to find her. I watched her for a bit, she looked sad and lost. It broke my heart to see her like that. I'm hoping I can break down her wall, piece by little piece. I think we could be good for each other.
I look up to see the guys laughing at me, "What? Assholes."
"This girl has messed with you head, man. I asked you a question and you didn't even hear me," T replied.
T is short for Tony, we call each other by nicknames. Don't know how it got started but it stuck. "Sorry man, what?"
"Are you going over to her house, or you want to come back to Kev's place with us for some beers and pool?"
I smile, "I'll catch up with you guys another time, she invited me over."
Kev and T, slap me on the back and laugh. J stands off to the side not saying anything, I wonder what's bothering him. He has been having problems with his girlfriend and I figure that must be it.
We finish loading everything up and I wave goodbye to the guys. They wave and all pile into Kev's van. I get onto my hog, to drive the short distance to Jay's house.
I could hear O before I saw him, driving up on his hog. Damn, he looks so fucking hot on that thing. I love a man on a motorcycle, especially a Harley. He sees me in the window watching him and gives me that wickedly sexy smile of his. I feel myself melting. I go to the door to let him in.
"Hey sexy."
"Hi, doll."
I move out of the way to let him in. I shut and lock the door before I turn to him.
I look up into his eyes and feel myself relax. I don't know what it is about him, but he has a way of making me feel calm. Flashes of our last time come to my mind. If things were different in my life, I can see myself with him.
He reaches out and grabs my hand, I feel it all down my back. It's like a bolt of lightning and I feel myself getting excited already. I close the distance between us and kiss him hard on the lips. His tongue invades my mouth and I groan from the pure pleasure he gives me.
Our hands are all over each other in a frenzy to get our clothes off. I run my hands through his hair. He has such beautiful hair, so crazy the contrast between us. Mine short, to his being long, I chuckle to myself.
O looks up at me and before he can say anything, I start kissing him again. Finally all of our clothes are piled up on the floor, he throws me up against the wall. He starts kissing me down my neck and finds my nipple. I groan and run my fingers into his hair.
I hear the sounds of a wrapper, before he pulls me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and he rams hard into me. I let out a scream and pull on his hair. As he pumps in and out of me, I scratch at his back and bury my head into his shoulder. I feel my climax getting stronger and scream out in pleasure, seeing stars. O pumps in and out a couple more times, releasing his own climax.
I cling onto him, as he leans on me trying to calm his breathing.
"Damn woman, the things you do to me!"
I chuckle as we pull apart from each other. "Are you hungry?"
"Yeah. We need fuel, so we can continue our night."
He looks at me with those sexy ass eyes of his, they make me melt. I grab his t-shirt and put it on. Then walk into the kitchen and start pulling out the eggs, cheese and ham to make us omelets. As I'm getting everything ready, I can feel him watching me.
I turn and smile at him, "What?" I ask.
He smiles back, "I realized that I don't know much about you. Tell me about yourself."
"There's not much to tell. I work all the time, and I love to listen to great bands at bars." I give him my sexiest smile.
"Well I know you have great taste." He winks at me. "But tell me something personal."
"How about you tell me something? I have been wondering for a while."
"What's that?"
"What's your name?"
He chuckles, "It's Nico."
"Nico." I say trying it out. "I like it."
We get quiet and I turn to see that he walked into the living room. I glance over to see him looking at all my framed pictures on the wall, lost in thought. I know I probably upset him by not opening up, but I don't open up to men. It hurts to much to let them in. I like Nico, but he knows I don't do relationships. I told him that the first night we hooked up. I shrug my shoulders, he will have to deal with it.
I plate up our omelets and take them into the living room, I hand him one.
"Thanks."
"Yep."
I sit on the couch and he sits next to me. We both start eating, not talking. Damn, why can't men just be men. No feelings, no attachments. I'm going to enjoy the rest of the night and keep my distance for a while. I only wanted a night of sex, not this crap. I look over to see him looking at me, he sets his now empty plate on the coffee table.
He smiles, "Hey, sorry to ask personal questions. I know you told me from the beginning you don't want a relationship."
I shrug, "It's fine."
"Okay. I was only thinking it would be nice to get to kno
w each other, a little."
I nod and set my plate on top of his. Instead of answering him, I close the distance between us and kiss him hard on the lips. He starts kissing me back, then pulls away from me. I look at him confused.
"Sorry doll. Am I spending the night?"
"Well since it's already early morning, yes."
"Let's take this to your room."
He grabs me and pulls me upstairs. Once we make it to my bed, I pull off his shirt I am wearing. He takes of his boxers and joins me on the bed.
"Now where were we?" he asks.
He grabs me and pulls me to him. I try to kiss him and he shakes his head at me. He starts kissing my neck and works down to my breasts. He sucks on my nipple, then gives the other the same attention. I moan with pleasure, running my hands through his hair. He works his way down my stomach and kissing me as he works his way down. When he reaches my thighs, I pull up on his hair to bring him back to my face.
He looks into my eyes, almost searching for something. I'm not sure what and right now don't care. I grab his head and pull him down to my lips. I start scratching at his back, wanting him inside of me. I can feel him hard on my thigh, when he pulls away from me. He grabs me and flips me over onto my stomach.
I look back at him and smile wickedly at him. I get up on my knees, hearing him rip open the wrapper of his condom. I grab the headboard, in time for him to slam into me. He grabs me on both sides of my waist, squeezing me hard. I groan from the pleasure of his roughness.
Knowing that I like it rough he grabs the back of my hair and yanks me back. I scream, loving it and claw at his thighs. He flips me over. Now facing him and rams back into me with so much force, I swear he could break me in two.
He kneels, still inside of me. He pulls my legs and puts them on his shoulders. As he pushes deeper into me, I am bent in half. I claw at his arms with the pleasure and he starts pumping into me faster. I feel my pleasure building, I scream with the release of my orgasm. He pushes harder and faster into me and then groans with his own release.