Mistake

by K. Webster

  “As much as I want to toss you over my shoulder and spend the rest of the night doing naughty things to you, I promised you a date.” I grin at her. “Now, go get dressed, sexy.” I swat her ass for effect.

  She giggles, pushing away from me to head to her room. My eyes follow her curvaceous bottom as she sashays out of the room, purposefully swinging her hips along the way.

  “You’ll pay for that later,” I threaten.

  More laughter comes from her room as I hear her banging drawers as she searches for clothes. While she dresses, I pull my phone from my pocket and try to grow the balls to message my brother. Dr. Sweeney said to start small, but the beef between Trent and me is anything but small—and the fact that he’s slept with Opal only adds to our problems. I groan in annoyance but bite the bullet and text him.

  Me: Want to meet for lunch tomorrow? To talk?

  My heart is racing nervously. I want nothing more than to make my life right, and if it means attempting to have a relationship with my brother, then so be it. I’ll try anything at this point.

  Seconds later, he sends a response that has me cursing under my breath.

  Trent: Talk about what? I have meetings all day.

  I clench my jaws together and decide that I’m not going to respond. If he doesn’t realize there’s a problem between us, then fuck him. I’m just tucking my phone into my pocket when it chimes again.

  Trent: I rearranged my schedule. Want to meet at Zoe’s Pizzeria around noon?

  A grin involuntarily spreads across my face. I haven’t been to Zoe’s since I was ten—right before Trent and I began to drift apart. Our parents used to take us there to expel some of our energy on video games. Zoe’s sells alcohol, so Mom and Dad would essentially have a date night while my brother and I would keep ourselves entertained for a couple of hours.

  “I’m beating your ass!” I laugh as I pound on the buttons of the machine. I never beat Trent, but today, I’m killing him.

  “You can’t say ass, Thad. Mom will get mad,” he says through clenched teeth while he tries desperately to catch up to my score on the game.

  Trent has always been the one to keep an eye on me when Mom isn’t standing over my shoulder. He’s kept me in line and the older I get, the more I am beginning to resent it.

  “Ass! Ass! Ass! Prepare to be dominated!” I taunt, trying to throw him off his game.

  It works, because he punches me in the arm. He’s strong for twelve, so I let go of the joystick to rub my arm for a second. I can see that he’s catching up, so I hurry back to pounding the button with my hand.

  Moments later, the music starts playing, indicating that I won. “Yeah!” I shout and fist-pump the air. Trent glares at me, but when I start dancing like MC Hammer and telling him he “can’t touch this,” he starts laughing.

  “Thad, you’re such a dork! You cheated!” he exclaims, trying to force his smile away. But now I’ve moved on to doing the lawnmower man dance and he can’t help but be entertained by me.

  “I didn’t cheat and you know it. Don’t be a sore loser!” I tell him, out of breath. I’m winded from my little show.

  “Time to go, boys,” Mom’s voice calls out to us.

  I frown as I realize the fun is over. When I look up at Trent, he’s grinning at me.

  “Good job, little brother. I taught you everything you know,” he laughs with a wink before walking away toward Mom and Dad.

  My heart swells with pride. My brother thinks I did a good job. Nothing can get rid of the smile that’s plastered on my face as I leave. Trent finally thinks I did a good job.

  Me: See you then, bro. Prepare to be dominated.

  “What’s so funny?” Opal asks, coming out of the bedroom.

  My smile falls when I see her. She’s always so fucking beautiful—even when she isn’t trying.

  “Uh, nothing,” I mutter as she comes into full view. Her legs look a mile long in a dark pair of skinny jeans. I laugh at the T-shirt shirt she’s wearing. “Justin Timberlake?” I question, cocking up an eyebrow.

  Huffing, she puts her hands on her hips. “What’s wrong with JT?” she demands and then proceeds to do a cute little dance. “I’m bringing sexy back.”

  Honestly, there isn’t a fucking thing wrong. The shirt is tight and she looks hot as hell wiggling her tits at me as she ‘brings sexy back.’

  “Come on,” I growl, grabbing her hand and pulling her to the door. “We’ll never agree on music and I’m about two seconds from ripping that shirt from your body, so we better leave. Now.”

  She gasps. “What is your obsession with ripping clothes off my body?”

  I throw her a smug grin, “With a body like that, clothes are fucking criminal. I’m doing this world a service, sugar. Eventually, you won’t have any left—and you won’t hear me crying over that notion.”

  We’ve been walking hand in hand for a good twenty minutes, passing bars and restaurants. Not once does she ask where we’re going. Instead, she just smiles as she takes in the scenes of it all. It doesn’t go unnoticed by me that every man we pass eyes up my girl. She’s a fucking showstopper and doesn’t even realize it.

  “We’re here,” I tell her as I pull her toward the door of the old Mexican restaurant. It’s one of my favorite places to go, not only for the amazing food but for the live bands they always have playing.

  “Smells amazing, Thad,” she tells me appreciatively as I guide her inside and to a booth near the stage.

  The restaurant isn’t too busy, so we easily find a place. I hope she’s not turned off that I took her to a hole-in-the-wall restaurant—but they truly do have great food. She scoots into the booth and I sit down beside her, putting my arm around her. Her eyes cut to mine and she smiles before she opens the menu.

  The band starts playing, so when the server comes by, we have to shout our order. I pull Opal closer to me so I can have access to her ear since it’s so loud.

  “Having fun?” I question and nip her lobe with my teeth.

  Her hand finds my thigh and squeezes. Turning to me, she raises an eyebrow and says, “I’ll have more fun later when we’re alone.”

  My cock springs to life as it always does when I’m around her. I find her ear once more, dipping my tongue in briefly. “You’re my calm, O. I don’t even think about using around you. You keep me centered.”

  Suddenly, Dr. Sweeney’s words flood my mind. “Do you think it is fairly soon to have her already playing such a critical part in your life, Thaddeus? Like she might be your crutch? You’ve barely known her. You think it is healthy for someone in your emotional state to rely on another person to keep you calm?”

  “My therapist thinks I’m using you as a crutch,” I admit with a grumble.

  The caresses on my thigh stop and she turns to look at me again. “A crutch?” she asks, biting her bottom lip. I can see the wheels turning in her head.

  “He also thinks I need to make amends with Trent and my parents, so, clearly, he’s just a quack,” I joke.

  She doesn’t laugh though. “I know that Dr. Sweeney helps Andi and Jackson, but that’s just ridiculous. I’m sorry, but your family are assholes to you,” she snips out.

  I pull her closer and press my lips to hers. It’s nice to have someone on my side for once.

  Then she breaks our kiss and says, “Besides, if being with me keeps you from doing drugs or drinking, why is that a bad thing?”

  “You have a point there, pretty girl. As long as I have you, I’ll be just fine,” I assure her.

  The rest of dinner goes by without any other weird moments—the band is great, the food is awesome, and the company is the best. Before long, we’re taking another walk, this time with Opal tucked under my arm. It feels right being with her. I am fucking invincible.

  “Come on. I want to show you something,” I tell her as I hail a cab.

  After a steamy make-out session in the back of the cab, we finally pull up to our destination. Then I pay the cab driver and we make our way u
p to the townhouse I’ve been remodeling.

  “What’s this?” she questions, a hint of excitement in her voice. The anticipation within her words validates that bringing her here was a good idea.

  “I’m remodeling this townhouse. It’s what I do for a living. My crew has already been hard at work,” I answer while I fumble with the keys in the dark. Finally, I manage to get the door opened and flip on the switch. Manuel and the guys have finished most of the living room and hallways. We’re just waiting on my word on the paint color.

  “Wow. It’s a beautiful place,” she gushes while she admires the work so far. “That color has to go though.” Her nose is turned up as she points to the living room wall color.

  I chuckle at her words because I thought the same damn thing. “Maybe you can help me out with that,” I laugh as I snatch the paint book from the floor beside some paint cans and hand it to her.

  Her eyes widen and she starts flipping very seriously through the book, looking back and forth between the space and the colors. “With those big windows allowing in all that light, you could get away with a bolder color than that taupe. A dark-khaki color would be perfect because then you could accent with just about any color scheme you want,” she tells me animatedly. Her face is so fucking cute as she squats to pick up a tape measure.

  I’m grinning at her as she flutters about the living room measuring windows and floor space. “Having fun?” I ask her for the second time tonight.

  “Duh! You know I love this stuff,” she beams.

  She truly does. I’ve seen her magazines and notes. Her apartment is straight out of a magazine.

  I finally ask what I’ve wondered all along. “If you love interior design so much, why are you working at the architectural firm?”

  She frowns and shrugs her shoulders. “Because they took me in when I needed it most. And now, my degree will take me to the accounting department there. They’ve always been good to me—I’d hate to let them down.”

  Now it’s my turn to furrow my brows. “O, by pleasing everyone else, you’re letting you down. Why not go after what you want? What you really want—not just what you think you want?”

  She bites her lips and shrugs off my questions, seeking refuge in the kitchen. “Wow, Thad! This kitchen is amazing!” she praises, sliding her palm across the granite. My chest swells with pride—the kitchen is my baby.

  I stride over to her and hug her from behind. “I want your help, O. Your knowledge and eye for detail could really be useful. We could go shopping together and get the right appliances, paint, and whatever else you think would look good. I’d love to get your opinions to make this place badass and over-the-top luxurious. My career is kind of riding on if I can pull this off or not. Griff is counting on me. And I know you’d have a blast doing it. So what do you say? Want to be a part of this?”

  She turns in my arms and wraps her arms around my middle. “I’d love to help you.”

  I kiss her forehead and pull away because I can feel her practically buzzing with excitement. She’s already steaming ahead in designer mode.

  “I love the comfortable feel this townhome has. So, I think with some sleek stainless-steel appliances in here, they’ll complement the cherry wood cabinets. Modern yet warm. Thad, this is so exciting!”

  I laugh and follow her as she bounces around, measuring things and writing down notes. A couple of times, she takes photos with her phone. After she’s thoroughly inspected the entire space, she grabs my hand.

  “Come on. Let’s go back to my place and we can look stuff up on the computer.”

  I raise an eyebrow at her. “Are you sure you aren’t just trying to lure me back to your apartment so I can take advantage of your sweet little body?”

  She playfully swats at me. “Hmm… I’ll let you wonder. It’s always best to keep a little mystery in a relationship.”

  I watch her cute little ass wiggle right out the front door.

  “Wow. I can’t believe we just ordered all that stuff. Are you sure that was okay?” she asks, biting her bottom lip.

  We spent the better part of two hours researching fixtures, paint techniques, and appliances. I agreed with all of her choices and placed the orders so my crew can install everything later this week.

  “Of course it is. Stop worrying. This remodel is going to kick ass by the time we finish.”

  She smiles when I say we, and my heart swells with pride that I’m helping her be a part of something she truly enjoys.

  “Thad, I had a lot of fun tonight. I haven’t been on many dates, but this was by far my favorite one.”

  I grin and slide a hand over her thigh. “Babe, the night’s not over. I have a lot more fun in store for you.”

  She giggles when I grab her hips and pull her into my lap. I groan when her sexy-ass long legs straddle me, and she doesn’t hesitate to dive right in to kiss me. While she tastes me, I take the opportunity to slide my hands to her ass and squeeze it.

  “God, this ass is so hot,” I groan between kisses.

  When my cock flares to life, she starts rocking against it. I wanted to take things slow with her, but now, all I can think about that is there are too many fucking layers of clothes between us.

  “I need you naked, like, yesterday.”

  She nods and goes to climb off, but I stop her. Instead, I easily stand up with her and stride into the bedroom. Once we get to the bed, I set her down and we start shedding clothes like the world is ending. As soon as we’re both naked, I locate a condom from my wallet and roll it on.

  “What do you want, pretty girl?” I want her to know that I’ll do anything for her. All she has to do is ask.

  Her lips curl into a mischievous smile and she scoots onto the bed. With a curved finger, she motions for me to come to her. Oh, I’ll be coming all right.

  “I want you, Thad. Rough and raw. I want you to fuck me hard. Spank me, bite me, suck me. And then, when I can’t take anymore, I want you to make love to me. Slow and sweet.”

  I blink in shock at her boldness, but my cock is rock hard.

  A frown tugs at her lips. “Or just whatever you want to do. I thought we were talking about our fantasies and I didn’t realize—”

  I cut her off by pressing a thumb to her lips and then point a long finger at her. “You, pretty girl, can have whatever the fuck you want. If you want to be naughty, I’ll give you fucking naughty.”

  She smiles broadly. Trust isn’t something I give easily, and I can see that she’s the same way. Together, though, we can do this.

  “Bad little girls need to get on their knees,” I growl.

  Her lips form into a sexy little pout meant to tease me. My cock throbs accordingly. She got the reaction she wanted. With a satisfied laugh, she gets on her hands and knees, baring her sweet little ass.

  “What’s my crime? I always thought I was a good girl.”

  I climb onto the bed behind her and give her a soft swat on her bottom. “You thought wrong. I want you to stop trying to please everyone else and go after what you want. So, next time I ask what you want, just tell me. I’ll do my damnedest to help you achieve that.”

  “Okay,” she whimpers as she awaits my next move.

  I slide my hand along her ass and dip a finger right into her hot pussy. “Do you like me here?” I ask as I finger-fuck her slow and deep.

  “Yes,” she moans out.

  While my finger is inside her, I slap her bottom harder this time. “And did you like that or is it too much?”

  “Yes, more.”

  I smile down at this beautiful woman who practically begging me to take her to new sexual heights. “Oh, I can give you more.”

  With the tip of my finger, I caress her G-spot deep within her. When she flinches, I know I have got it.

  “Feel that, O?”

  “Mmmhmm.”

  “That’s mine,” I murmur possessively and stroke it over and over until I know she’s close to coming.

  I withdraw my finger a bit and s
lap her ass hard again. And while I rub away the sting, I slide my finger back in, owning the pleasure button inside her. When an orgasm seizes her and she squirms away from the intensity of it, I dig my fingers into her hip and pull her back to me.

  “Did you like that?”

  “Yes,” she breathes out in reply.

  “Good, because I’m ready to give you more. Now crawl over to the headboard and hold on.”

  She yelps when I pull my finger out but obeys. I want in her tight little pussy, but first things first—to get a little crazy with my sex goddess.

  “Do you have any rope?” I question as I step off the bed.

  “Rope? No. I have some scarves though, hanging in the closet.”

  Perfect. I saunter into the closet and retrieve three. When I come back into the room, I really have to refrain from losing my load like a prepubescent schoolboy seeing a naked woman for the first time. She looks so fucking erotic as she grips the headboard, her hair hanging wildly down her back.

  Gently, I take her hand and wrap one of the scarves around her wrist. Then I fasten it to one of the posts on the bed. She doesn’t make a peep as I go around to the other side and secure her there too. With the last scarf, I loosely tie it around her eyes, blocking her vision.

  When I climb back onto the bed behind her, I let my dick press against her ass.

  “See how much I want you?” I groan.

  Her response is a ragged gasp, but as I slide a hand around to her belly, a whimper escapes her. As I crouch down and place a soft kiss on the small of her back, my palms find their way to her hips. My thumbs rub circles on her ass cheeks as I alternate between kissing and sucking all over that sweet, curvy butt of hers.

  “Spread your knees apart,” I command hoarsely. There’s so much I want to do to her body, but I have to get a handle on my throbbing cock first.

  She complies and spreads herself as far as she can go. Fuck me, this woman is hot. Her pussy tightens around my finger as I push into her hot center to see if she’s still wet for me. Hell yeah, she is. When I pull it back out, she cries out from the loss and pushes her ass toward me. She wants this just as bad as I do.