"Fifty Shades of Tara! Thank you so much. Next month's rent is on the house."
I noticed her blush and turned around. There was Gavin.
"Now ladies, why wasn't I invited to this party?"
Tara laughed at him while she dressed and smiled as she headed back to her station. "Because I prefer my boss' boyfriend not see my goodies."
"Fair enough." He gave me a seductive smile. "So I'm the boss' boyfriend now?"
Trying to ignore his statement, I flipped through the pictures. "I'm going to edit these tomorrow, and I have some from last year's party I want to use. What's this chick's name again?"
"Her name is Sarah Jenkins, and I'm sure she'll love what she sees." He pressed his body against me and grabbed my hand. Putting his lips to my ear, he whispered, "She'd love to see this, too"—his erect cock dug into my belly—"so don't tell her it's waiting to meet you"—he nuzzled his mouth into my neck and gently bit me—"soon."
Before I knew it, my hand was cupping his dick. My jaw dropped. He'd never been so physically forward before. My insides were melting; I wanted him to touch me, and I needed to touch him. Trying to catch my breath, I forced myself back to reality. "You're nasty!"
I laughed a little and then realized he'd already let go of my hand, and I was still holding onto him. I'm not sure why, but I decided to start stroking him. His head was tilted back, and with deep breaths, he hummed through his closed lips. I slowly unzipped his jeans, stuck my hand through his fly, and wrapped it around his thick shaft. I started to jerk him off, but stopped after a minute or so. I kissed his cheek and shook my head no.
"Oh, you little tease. If you didn't have customers out there, I'd show you just how nasty I can be." Lifting my skirt up, he tore off my red satin thong with one tug and kissed it before he put it in his pocket. "Naughty girls wear red; I'd like to make you my naughty girl." He squeezed my ass and rubbed his face through my hair, breathing in the scent of my shampoo. "Oh, the things I'd love to do to you! These pictures are G-rated compared to the fun we could have." He dug his nails into my skin, and his voice deepened. "I will feel you from the inside, love. Eventually, my cock is gonna make you scream."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I tried so hard not to pay attention to him and focus on anything else, but I just couldn't. His words, his voice, the firm, controlling grip on my ass were all so overwhelming. I felt my skin flush hot and red as he made my clit throb, my entire body tingle, and my knees weak. I let out a soft whimper.
"Oh my God, did I just make you cum, baby girl?" He pushed me against the counter and gave me a wicked smile as he ran his finger through my folds to feel my arousal. "The first time was an accident; this is on purpose." My hips bucked forward as his fingers circled my still throbbing clit. "Here's a little preview for us." Tightly wrapping his fist in my hair, he looked me straight in the eye as he pushed two fingers deep inside me, in and out, fast then slow, over and over without taking his eyes off mine. "You like that, don't you? I can tell you do, you're shaking. Next time I'm inside you, it's not gonna be my fingers, so get this tight little pussy ready because I don't play nice." I couldn't help it; I gripped the counter, moaning as I came again. He put his fingers in his mouth to taste me, and in a deep, sexy voice he whispered, "Mmm… so sweet. I see it's nice and smooth for me, too. I like that." He nipped my neck again while rubbing his erection over my wet pussy. "Do you see what you do to me? I want to fuck you so bad, nice and hard. I'm gonna have to go home and jerk off now." He pulled down my skirt and kissed my forehead. With a finger under my chin, he tilted my head up and smiled. "I'll have you soon."
And just like that, he turned and left.
CHAPTER 6
Claire
I sat in the back of Starbucks waiting to meet the woman who would decide whether my work was good enough for the Penne Visa Gallery. The place was beautiful, newly renovated and modernized for a younger crowd. I was hoping my cinnamon dolce latte would ease my nerves, but it didn't, not one bit. Even though I felt like a shaky mess, my inner diva was in full control, and I was dressed to impress. I had borrowed Tyler's knee-length, gray dress and yellow thigh highs for a pop of color. Her gray stilettos were killing me already—I just don't get how some women wear them all the time—and as nice as they look, I couldn't wait to get them off. I sent Gavin a text saying I'd let him know as soon as the meeting was over. Just as I put my phone down, Ms. Sarah Jenkins walked in. She grabbed a latte and a scone and joined me at my table.
"Hi, I'm Sarah, you must be Claire."
She was pretty in a hard sort of way, like Gillian Anderson in The X-Files. The dress suit and her hair in the tight bun made her look older than her years. I wondered if she really was into Gavin; it could work to my advantage if she was. I'd pictured her wanting a more clean-cut type, although I assumed she'd only seen him in his work clothes with his hair pulled back. His handsome face and intoxicating eyes could attract anyone, but I couldn't see her on the back of his Harley.
"So, Mr. Price said you work at a tattoo shop."
"Well, I own the tattoo shop and the adjoining comic book store. Photography is a hobby for me, always has been." I pulled out my portfolio to show her the pictures from the party and of Tara.
"I love this one." She pointed at one of the pictures from last year.
Two people from the party were dressed as zombies from the 50s. The girl had on a white halter-top and pink poodle skirt, and she wore victory rolls in her hair. The guy looked like a zombie greaser with his slicked back hair and leather jacket.
"It was taken at Ace's Diner. I bought them a milkshake, put two straws in it, and they let me photograph them in exchange for a copy of the picture."
"These are wonderful, too. She's very beautiful. Who is she?"
"My friend Tara. She's a tattoo artist at my shop."
"Each photographer is allowed to bring six pictures to present. Bring as many copies as you like as well as business cards. I hope you choose one of your friend; it's up to you though. I'd like to buy one of her for the gallery, so I'll be in touch about that. Remember, Devil's Night at 6 o'clock. I'll email you details. Congratulations, Ms. Michaels!"
"Thank you so much, Ms. Jenkins!"
I shot Gavin a text telling him to come meet me and went to get another latte. As I sat back, I tried to take it all in. This was so exciting. Not only were my pictures going to be part of a real expo, but it would be on Devil's Night. I couldn't think of a theme more fun to do, except comics of course. I was pulled out of my trance when the door opened and Detective Morgan Rice strolled in. Rice had been Cole's partner since Cole made Detective when Audrey was four. He's also Gavin's cousin. Even though he's eye candy at its finest, he's the most arrogant man I've ever met. He's a light-skinned black man with striking green eyes, and his body looks like it's straight out of a men's fitness magazine. I had to admit there were times I wanted to run my hands over his smooth shaved head, but Cole would have killed me. I've tried to steer clear of him because, ever since I left Cole, he's been trying to get me to sleep with him. He's not used to hearing the word no from the ladies, so I'm pretty sure he's taken it as a personal challenge to get me into bed. I thought about telling Cole, but that would end badly; one would be dead and the other in prison.
Once he spotted me, he came over to say hi. He leaned in for a hug, so I followed his lead, hugging him back and hating every second of it. Before I knew it, his hands were creeping up the back of my dress, his fingertips just slightly under the bottom of my panties. I'm not sure how much was visible to onlookers, but they'd seen my garter belt at the very least.
"Hey, my love, you look mighty fine today."
I felt nauseous, partially because I'd been violated in the middle of Starbucks and partially because he thought the badge on his belt told him he could.
"Get your hands off me! I am not, nor will I ever be 'your love', so give it up. If you touch me again, I'm not going to have to tell Cole what a scumbag his partner is; he'll know
it when I rip your dick off and use it to stir my coffee."
I heard a chair move behind us and a voice said, "Dude sit down, it's not our business, and he's a cop. She's not hurt, so don't play hero." I couldn't even bring myself to turn around and see who was behind me; sheer embarrassment wouldn't allow it.
"Those are some big words from such a pretty little thing. You'll give it to me one day; they always do. My cousin might not be man enough to keep trying, but I, my dear, can be very persuasive."
I had to laugh because I noticed Gavin standing right behind him.
The only reason Gavin didn't get any was bad timing. I wasn't ready to move on. If he weren’t my best friend, I'd have fucked him senseless by now; I still may.
Morgan noticed Gavin standing behind him and stormed off in a huff. "Well, Thanksgiving should be interesting this year."
"I'm in! I can display six pictures and bring as many copies as I want. She wants to buy one of Tara and keep it in the gallery. Gav, I can't even tell you how much this means to me. I'm thinking you should slip her some dick as a sign of gratitude, a special thank you for picking me."
"Either that, or we can discuss not being best friends anymore so you can fuck me senseless; I do believe those were your exact words. I'll even pick up the best friend title again afterwards."
"Don't you wish?" I scooped some whipped cream off my latte and slowly sucked it off my finger.
"You have no idea. Actually, I'm sure you do."
My phone rang; it was Tyler. She always had the knack of calling at the worst possible time.
"Hey, girl."
"So, are we celebrating tonight?"
"Yup, sure are. Holy shit, I have a crazy story for you."
"Cool, well, 9 o'clock at Brown's. Call Gavin and tell him to meet us."
"He's here with me. I'll tell him."
"I should have known he'd be locked to your hip since he's not at work."
"Goodbye, ass."
I ended the call and turned back to Gavin. "We're meeting at Brown's at 9 o'clock."
"No," he countered. "I'm picking you up for dinner at 6 o'clock. Let's have the Three Amigos be an amigo short for a little bit. It doesn't have to be a date, just some time for us." He kissed my forehead and said, "Sweeter than a thousand!"
I got in my car and called Tyler back to tell her everything, the meeting, Rice, and all that had happened with Gavin.
"Tyler, I just can't shake him. The man made me cum twice in the span of ten minutes, and he barely touched me."
"Holy shit! Enough is enough; just get on your knees already."
"I just might. Dinner is at 6 so come dress me at 5."
"I'll be there at 4:30 so we can do your hair. I want you looking irresistible"
"It's not a date, Ty. It's just dinner."
"If it was just dinner then I'd be invited. Gotta go, though. I'll see ya soon."
Tyler actually showed up on time with a tote bag full of God knows what and a bottle of wine.
"You pour, I'll go set out the clothes." I think she was almost as excited as I was.
I had the same butterflies I did when Tyler primped me for prom. We were each other's dates and had an absolute blast. Quite a few disappointed boys had asked her, but she wanted us to be the real life Romy and Michelle.
I poured our wine and headed up to my room for some girlie fun. She had my king size bed covered with a mix of my clothes and hers. There were so many outfits I wondered how she'd done it in the short time I was downstairs.
"Ty, I told you it's not a date, and I'm not getting all dressed up to go to Brown's after. Besides, he knows I'm not the princess type. I'm going as myself."
"How about a compromise? I'll pick the pants and shoes; you pick the shirt and hairstyle. I want you to wear my black leather pants with a tee shirt of your choice. Wear your biker boots with it and you'll look hot as hell."
I pulled out my red Mrs. Vincent Elliot shirt and leather cuffs. "Well?"
"Perfect! If Penny and Leonard from The Big Bang Theory had a daughter, it would be you!"
After I got dressed and did my makeup, she packed her bag up. "I'm taking your black corset top to wear and your black boots." She softly kissed my lips and smiled. "You really do look beautiful, Claire."
CHAPTER 7
Gavin
Why did I say it wasn't a date? What the hell was I thinking? I scolded myself the whole way to her house. She let me put my fingers inside her; there's no way she'd turn down a dinner date. I just need her to take that damn ring off. Moving it isn't enough, I need it off completely. When I got there, I went right in. I loved having the key to her house; it made it seem like we were a real couple.
"Where are you, baby girl?"
"I'm in the kitchen letting Calvin in."
I went to get her, and she was bent over petting him. Good God, what a sight. The top of her red lace thong was showing a little. I swear I wanted to rip it off and bend her over the kitchen table. It was getting a lot harder to control myself with her; I wasn't sure how much longer I could. She turned to me and smiled, and I had to act like I wasn't lost in my own dirty mind.
"Hey beautiful, I love those pants on you."
"Thanks! I was hoping you would."
"Oh, were you? It's nice to know you dress to impress me, although wearing no clothes would impress me even more." I kissed her forehead and pulled her in for a hug. "Where do you want to go for dinner? Your choice."
"How's Red Robin sound? I could use some beef in my life." She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door.
"Well then, lets skip dinner, I got your beef right here!" I pulled our hands down to my dick to make her laugh. I loved her beautiful smile.
"You're nasty! It does sound tempting, but if I get you into my bed, we aren't getting out. Let's go, lover boy!"
"Burgers it is!"
She loved those burgers with the pineapple on them; it's the only thing she orders when we come here. I watched her as she bit into her burger, and some of the sauce stayed at the corner of her lip. I couldn't help myself, and I wiped it away with my thumb and sucked it off. I felt a flutter in my stomach. It's the closest I've been to those luscious lips. Why does this girl make me feel like a lovesick teenager?
"I don't know whether to feel like a slob or blush."
"If we go with blush, then that means I'm doing something right."
After dinner, we had about an hour to kill so we went to the beach to talk. I drove the truck right up to the shoreline, and we hopped into the bed. It felt so right, just lying there under the starry sky. We joked around about the Sasha situation and talked about the expo a bit but ended up just lying there, her cuddled into my chest.
Looking at me with a sweet yet serious expression, she said, "Have you ever just stopped and paid attention to how beautiful the moon is? Everyone talks about or wishes on stars, but not many people talk about the moon."
"I guess I really haven't."
"I used to tell Audrey the moon was special because it was the one thing we could look at and know that, no matter how far away from each other we were, we would be looking at the same big, beautiful moon. She loved the moon." She lifted her head to look at me. "If I ever get to have another baby, maybe I'll name him or her Luna."
"After that song you love?"
"No, silly, luna is the Spanish word for moon."
All I could do was gaze into her big blue eyes and smile. She amazed me; every word she said made me love her more. I wanted to tell her how much I love her, but I promised myself I wouldn't until she took the ring off. A small tear ran down her cheek, and her beautiful pink lips started to quiver. I twirled some of her long hair around my finger and ran my thumb down her cheek, tracing the path of the tear. I knew she wanted me to kiss her; I could see it in her eyes, but I just couldn't.
"Time to go, baby girl, it's almost 9. Thanks for the one-on-one time. I liked having you all to myself."
"Anytime, I loved it! Just between us, I don't like the
idea of sharing you with anyone."
CHAPTER 8
Claire
We pulled into Brown's, and I saw Tyler waiting outside looking as gorgeous as ever. Her size D breasts are bigger than mine usually, but in my corset, they were massive.
"Damn, she looks good!"
"Ahhh, is that why I got shot down? Did you switch teams on me?" His grin was evil and made those dimples I loved show. "Now, that's a show I'd love to watch!"
"No watching today, big boy. I'm just admiring the view tonight. My question is why didn't you try to scoop her up?
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't think she's beautiful, but let's just say"—he slowly ran his hand up my thigh until his fingers squeezed between my legs—"my sights are set elsewhere. Lucky for me, I'm a very patient man. Let's go before she kicks my ass for making her wait."
Tyler came running up and slapped my ass hard. "Damn, you look good in my pants. I'm sure you look hotter out of them though." Her gaze crept up to Gavin's.
He stood between us. "Hey now, little lady, nobody's smackin' that but me!"
"I know I'm loved, but I'm going inside. You can fight over my ass in there!"
Dave saw us walk in. "Look who it is: My dynamic duo, Blondie and Little Miss Trouble!" He ran up and gave us our regular bear hug, and the barely legal blonde he had been sitting with gave us looks that could kill.
"Looks like your youngster is feeling a little left out, Dave." Ty laughed and waved at her.
"Stop Ty, you know the old man needs some young pussy before he can sleep at night."
Dave noticed Gavin with us and shook his hand. "I'm Dave, and I own this dump."
"I'm Gavin. I'm the guy responsible for turning your dynamic duo into the three amigos!"
"Well, in that case, Gavin, go get my girls their drinks and tell the bartender your stuff's on the house. I've got a young lady to tend to!"
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