by Eve R. Hart
I knew I had to let her go then.
Because that last night she’d let me in, she’d done it damn well knowing she wouldn’t see me again. She had no plans to. She was leaving and she wasn’t even going to tell me straight to my face.
It pissed me off.
It also hurt like fuck.
And the thing was, I’d gotten by now that she was something different. She wasn’t something I’d be able to move on from. I wasn’t quite ready to say that she was it for me, but I could admit that I hadn’t gotten my fill of her. Now, whether or not I ever would, I couldn’t say.
Not that it mattered now because I’d never get the chance to find out how far we could have gone.
“It’s for the best,” I mumbled to myself as I signaled to Chris that I needed a fresh beer.
Yeah, I’d come out to the club-owned bar to drown my sorrows. Unfortunately, I was just getting started and nowhere near as drunk as I wanted to be.
Chris brought my drink over without hesitation but refrained from tossing out that fucking nickname that I hated.
Sketchy Boy.
Fucker.
Even after all these years he still called me that. And I’d yet to tie him down and tat a pussy on his dick like I threatened to nearly every time he said it. We both knew I wouldn’t anyway, ‘cause I wouldn’t actually want to touch his junk and all, but that wasn’t the point.
I guess I didn’t really hate it.
Deep down, Chris cared about me. That was his way of showing it. He knew I didn’t do that hugging shit so he hit me with his brotherly love another way.
Thank fuck the place was busy and he didn’t try to get me to talk. I would have said I was down enough that I’d take him up on it this time.
I shook my head and let a few long swallows of beer slide down my throat.
It didn’t ease the irritation but if I was lucky, it’d get me one step closer to passing out and forgetting everything.
I stiffened when I felt someone closing in behind me. I turned my head to look over my shoulder. That feeling of needing to watch my back never went away but it had dulled a little over the years. Especially when I was around my brothers. I didn’t think it would be something I’d ever be able to get over, but nothin’ I could do about it. That was what you got living on the streets as long as I had.
However, seeing Tripp so close to me didn’t do a damn thing to make me relax.
“What are you thinking about?” Tripp asked.
I jumped as I felt his hand slap on my back in a friendly way.
“Nothing!” I barked and knew I sounded damn guilty.
He took a half of a step away from me as his eyes tried to figure out what I was hiding. Then his damn face fell and I knew what was coming.
“You slept with her, didn’t you?” He choked out the question all low and unhappy-like. However, there was something in his tone that sounded much like he already suspected it.
“Who?” I asked playing the dumb card.
He just rolled his eyes at me.
“My mom,” he said bluntly but didn’t sound thrilled to be talking about this. Or thinking about it. I’d imagine not. No one likes to think about their moms getting fucked, I guess. Shame I’d spent most of my younger life not only thinking about it, but having to see that shit. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I swear I didn’t know who she was the first time,” I said, hands up letting him know I wasn’t looking for a fight. If he wanted to pound on me, I’d let him. I deserved it for all those times after the first one.
“The first time? Fucking hell,” he spat out with a shake of his head.
“Well, not like she’s your moms anymore.” There went my mouth again, and yeah, I knew it was a pathetic attempt to get out of trouble.
He cut his eyes up to me all serious.
I’d fucked up. I knew it.
“You hear this now, it doesn’t matter if she didn’t give birth to me. It doesn’t matter that she’s not married to my dad anymore. That woman will always be my mom.”
“Got it,” I said as I ducked my head. Yeah, I was ashamed that I’d let that shit come out of my mouth. “Sorry,” I mumbled for good measure.
“I don’t know what your game is here, but if you hurt her, I will fuck you up so bad that you won’t ever be able to fuck anything ever again.” He pinned me with a dark, deadly stare after he was done talkin’.
“Don’t think that’s a problem,” I muttered and hoped like hell he hadn’t heard me.
If I couldn’t have her, I didn’t want anything else. Fuck putting in the energy to get it up just to have some sloppy mouth sliding all over my dick. Or some used up, too-eager pussy bouncing on it. After Melissa, it just wasn’t worth it.
“Not like it matters, she left and didn’t even tell me she was goin’,” I said with a shake of my head.
I felt his eyes on me but I couldn’t raise my head to look at him. Half of it was ‘cause I didn’t want to see the anger in his eyes. Half of it was ‘cause I didn’t want him to see the truth in mine.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lean against the bar and signal to Chris for a drink. The silence stretched out, thick as fuck, between us until he had his drink and downed nearly all of it.
“She rented a place,” he said and it sounded like he had to force the words out of his mouth. I wasn’t sure why he was telling me this until I barely heard, “on the beach.”
I sat straight up as I stared at him to make sure I’d heard him right.
She was still here.
Fuck yeah!
I mean, she hadn’t exactly said goodbye. Nor did she tell me that she had plans of stickin’ close. I suppose that didn’t really matter to me right now.
He lowered his head even more and then muttered out an address.
I was out of the bar and on my bike a minute later.
CHAPTER NINE
Sketch
The place was one of those uppity beach rentals. I could tell from the outside. Two story building looking like a giant house that had been purposely broken into four units. Each unit was as big as a normal-sized house. And probably all decorated with sand and dolphins and ugly-ass fish and shit on the inside.
I couldn’t help but wonder that since she rented this place, then she might not plan on sticking around for long. These things weren’t cheap, but I suspected she didn’t really have to worry about money.
Looking at Tripp, I woulda never guessed he’d come from money.
Made me wonder about all the things I didn’t know about my brothers.
Then again, I sensed most of them were like me, happy to leave the past behind them and escape who they were.
My hands were actually sweating as I climbed the stairs to the second floor. The little balcony was cute with a shit-load of plants and a couple of white rocking chairs. The shell decorations weren’t my thing, but that was what you got with places like this.
I knocked, my hand falling shakily against the light seafoam colored door right as I saw the button for the doorbell. I wondered for too long if I should ring it even though I’d already knocked. Except I didn’t move to do so because I was currently frozen in place.
The door eased open and I was kind of expecting someone else to be standing behind it. Maybe this was some cruel joke Tripp was playing to get back at me for sleeping with his moms.
But then there she was.
Perfection wrapped in a silky, short robe.
She swallowed hard before opening her mouth to softly speak my name. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes.
“Hear me out,” I said, hands up and begging for a chance. “We aren’t done. I feel something and I’m pretty sure you feel it too. I know this probably ain’t the best time for you and all, but I think we owe it to ourselves to let this thing run its course.”
She went to say something and I shook my head.
“I know I’m not smart,” I went on. “I ain’t got a lot of money. And I’m not good enough for a
woman like you. I’ve got more issues than you could pack in a submarine, but I’m not lookin’ at you to fix them. I just… I just want a chance to feel this out. See where it might go.”
That was as honest and as heartfelt as it got for me. I hoped to fuck it was good enough.
“I like you, Melissa. I like being around you. And I’ve never said this to another bitch before, but I want to get to know you.”
The door opened wider and she took a step back. I couldn’t help the wide smile that spread on my face as I stepped over the threshold and took her in my arms. And then I was kissing her like mad. Damn, it had only been a few days but it was like it had been a lifetime.
“Wait,” she said and I pulled back a little. “The quick, hard sex is nice… but I’m older, Sketch. I don’t want that all the time.”
“Okay,” I said with a nod. But I didn’t know exactly what she was saying. I knew how to fuck. Knew it well. Knew the ins and outs of a woman’s body and knew how to make them get off at the drop of a hat. So I couldn’t really figure out what more she was looking for.
“I have a lot to teach you,” she said with a smile as she saw the confusion on my face.
I liked this part of her. Teasing and damn sexy.
“I can be a good student. Eager to learn, Teach.” My lips met her neck and I lazily dragged my tongue over her skin.
“That’s a good start,” she moaned, her head falling back and I knew she was already lost to me.
“What do I do next?” I asked in a half teasing tone.
“Slow. Whatever you do, make it slow.”
“Slow,” I whispered against her skin. I loved the way her whole body shuddered in my arms. “Got it.”
So I continued to lick and softly kiss all over her neck. And then I moved my way across her collar bone and around her shoulder, the silky robe slipping down as I did.
Once I had her pliable in my arms, I let one of my hands drift down her body. She was naked under that robe and now that it was untied and barely hanging on because it was caught in the crooks of her elbows, I had my free reign of her. My fingertips ghosted over her stomach. Her skin was so soft and smooth and creamy. I couldn’t wait to spread her out on the bed and taste every single inch of her.
But first, we had to get there.
I realized we were still standing right there inside the doorway, but at least I’d moved in enough so the door could close.
I let my fingers drift further south until I felt her dripping arousal. I didn’t rush, just like she wanted. I simply dragged the tips of my fingers through her folds as slowly as I could manage. Holding myself back was hard but I was kind of loving this too. My dick was already hard and throbbing, but I told the fucker to quiet down.
I was going to give my woman what she wanted.
Wait, my woman?
I couldn’t say I hated the way it echoed around in my head.
Yeah, I was going to make my woman feel good.
Give her everything she wanted and even some shit she didn’t even know she needed.
“Sketch,” she breathed out but I continued playing with her tortuously.
My feet shuffled forward pushing her back with every step. I didn’t have a fucking clue where I was headed but the first bed I saw, I was going for it. Thank fuck it wasn’t far and the first room down the hall had one big enough to spread her out on.
She let the robe slip off and fall to the floor right before I laid her down.
I stood there at the end of the bed just taking her in for a good long minute.
Then I grabbed her ankle and brought it up to my lips. My kisses were light as I made a trail up her leg. Her body squirmed and her eyes never left mine.
I should have hated it.
Except I fucking didn’t.
That desire and need, yeah, I put it there.
Me. Not some biker that was part of a club. Not some hot guy that was covered in tattoos. Not for some street-boy that was a cheap and quick fuck.
Me.
I had to say there were emotions and shit stirring inside of me. They made me want to run, but they also had me wishing I could stay forever. I might have been a dumb fuck, but I was smart enough to know that I couldn’t run from her. I’d tried and failed way too many times already. So I was going to stay. And I was going to love her body and shit. Show her what a goddess she was.
“Sketch,” she said all breathy with her lids looking heavy.
I couldn’t take my damn eyes off of her.
And I couldn’t even tell you why.
She was stunning. Didn’t give a shit that she was a little older. Didn’t fuckin’ matter. I’d never seen a woman looking at me the way she was right now. And I sure as hell didn’t know what to do with it. No matter how much I liked it, how much I wanted it, I knew I didn’t fuckin’ deserve it.
But I sure as hell wasn’t about to leave.
I wasn’t going to walk away.
Then I went in for the kill.
But slowly, you know, because that was what she was looking for.
My eyes stayed on hers as I ran my thumb through her folds, spreading her dripping desire for me around. Her hips rocked slightly and I kept moving in slow circles.
Minutes passed— maybe hours, who the fuck knew? Her body shook and she came weakly. But that had been my plan. This was like an appetizer, just enough to keep her from going hungry until I hit her with the main course.
With a crooked smirk, I kept going, drawing it out as long as I could.
When I thought she was tapering off, I ducked my head and laid a sweet, little kiss against her pussy. Once I had that cream on my lips, I couldn’t help but lick it off. And like I was damn hungry for some peach pie, I dove the fuck in.
Slow, I had to remind myself.
And it was damn hard. I liked my sweets, and she was the best fuckin’ sugar high I’d ever had.
Her breath caught in her chest and I couldn’t say what it was about that sound that did me in, but I kept on going. Kept licking that tasty pussy and sucking that hard clit. Kept doing the things that made her sound all breathless and sexy. Kept dragging her closer to the edge and holding her there for a while.
Her hand closed in my hair and she began to writhe against my face. She tugged me left, I shifted my focus that way. She pulled up, and I did the same. Weird as fuck letting her lead me around like that, but I was getting the hang of it.
And then I got it, that right spot that had her losing all control of her body as quick as flicking a light switch.
Her thighs had my head in a death grip and I was buried so far in her pussy that I couldn’t breathe.
It was fuckin’ heaven.
She came hard this time, her cream running down my throat and covering my chin.
“Holy shit!” she screamed out, pulling so hard on my hair that I was sure I’d lost a good clump or two. “I can’t— I can’t!”
She tried to tell me she couldn’t give me another one.
I bet that clit was real sensitive right about now.
Fine, I’d give it a rest.
Besides my dick was beggin’ to be buried inside of her.
I kissed my way up her limp body. Her fingers lazily drifted all over my skin.
By the time I made it up to her lips, she was waiting, eyes shining up at me, twinkling bright like the damn north star.
And, fuck, I felt like I was done.
Done?
What the hell did that even mean?
What was I done with?
How the fuck was I done?
Before I could figure that shit out, she pulled me down to meet her lips.
Strange as it was, I followed her lead.
Her tongue popped out to tease mine, but that was it. It was mostly soft lips and pants of breath.
I guess… I liked kissing.
Never thought of it before. Never done it like this before. And I sure as hell had never wanted more before.
Yet here I was, taking everything she
had to give me and waiting like a starved man for more.
“Get naked,” she whispered against my mouth, and damn, I couldn’t believe that I was still dressed. “Condom.”
“On it,” I said like a damn idiot as I jumped off the bed.
I stripped with lightning speed. Yeah, this was supposed to be slow but nah, I needed to be back in her arms right the fuck now.
I suited up and slid back between her smooth legs.
But instead of taking me in, she worked her hips against my cock. If she kept that up, I was gonna pop off just like this.
“Roll over,” she said and as soon as I did, she was climbing on top of me.
Oh, hell yeah!
This way she could take control and I could watch those nice tits bounce. Win-fuckin’-win.
“Fuck,” I hissed out as she took the head of my cock in her tight pussy.
Damn!
Like she felt the need to torture me, she let me slip nearly all the way free before taking just the tip in again.
She finally sunk down on me, her hand slapping down on my chest.
I held onto her hips as she rode me. If you wanted to call it that. This sure wasn’t no rodeo show. It was more like one of them merry-go-round ride things. I’d never been on one, but I’d seen it in movies.
This whole thing was new.
And maybe a little weird.
Mostly ‘cause I didn’t know what the hell to do.
The tingles started in my toes and fingertips.
And I shit you not, it felt like my soul was trying to separate from my body. Like it was slowly leeching out of me and somehow, I was like floating or some shit.
Freaked out because it felt like I couldn’t move, I forced my body to fold up. I wrapped my arms around her and focused on the fact that I could feel her pressed against me. Her soft, pillowy tits mashed against my skinny chest. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders and her fingers in my hair. Her legs resting against mine.
Yeah, okay, I could still feel.
I wasn’t dying.
Then because I had to make sure, I kissed her hard. I felt her lips and her tongue and, well, everything.
Sweat trickled down my back.
My balls felt like they were pulsing to the loud-ass beat in my ears.