Scott D. Hildreth
BABY GIRL III – Love That Just Is
Scott Hildreth resides in Wichita, Kansas. He believes the following to be true:
If you have to question your love - if you don’t know for certain that it is truly love - stop.
Stop living a life of misery and being filled with wonder. Look.
That person is out there.
Waiting.
And when you find them, you’ll know.
You won’t wonder.
You’ll know.
Because you’ll have it.
Love that just is.
Dedication
This book is dedicated to all the men and women that have found true love – and those that haven’t.
Again, a special thanks to Sis, A-Train, and The Bone for being patient.
A special thanks to the men and women who ride. Live for it, because it lives within us.
Lastly…
Bama, you owe me a drink. Make it water.
And make it a double.
THE ERIK EAD SERIES
BABY GIRL
BABY GIRL BOOK II – For The Ones We Love
BABY GIRL 2.5 – Let’s Be Honest
BABY GIRL BOOK III – Love That Just Is
OTHER BOOKS BY SCOTT HILDRETH
BROKEN PEOPLE
THE ALPHA-BET
Copyright
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, are coincidental.
Copyright © 2013 by Scott Hildreth
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ERIK. “Do you like it?” I asked as she rocked back and forth on the passenger portion of the seat.
“It’s really comfortable. This is so soft,” she said as she pressed down on the front of the seat with the palms of her hands.
“You don’t like that red one?” she asked, pointing to a burgundy colored similar model across the sales floor.
“No. Bikes should only come in one color. Black,” I responded, smiling.
“Mr. uhmm…?” the salesman stammered as he walked in front of the bike, holding a portfolio.
“Erik,” I responded.
“Mr. Erik, we can go twenty-two thousand even. That’s the best we can do,” he said, pointing to the portfolio.
“Erik, not Mr. Erik. My name is Erik. And what did I tell you? I said twenty grand. Or we’d walk. I’m a man of principle. I’ll walk over fifty bucks. It’s a 2013 model. The riding season is over, and the 2014 models are out. I will give twenty, and we’ll ride that black mother-fucker off the floor,” I said as I pointed to the door.
Kelli grabbed ahold of the handlebars, and scooted forward on the seat. Sitting on the bike as if riding it, she was a different degree of beautiful. In the future, she will have to get a license to ride, and a bike of her own.
“It makes you feel powerful when you have ahold of the handlebars,” she said as she turned to face me.
“Ma’am, be careful. The bike can tip over. Maybe you should just get off of it,” the salesman said as he turned toward Kelli.
“Maybe you should watch your tone of voice with her,” I said as I took a step in his direction.
“It’s ok,” Kelli said as she started to raise her leg over the seat.
“Don’t you dare get off that bike,” I said in a stern tone.
She nestled into the seat and smiled.
“Sir, the bike can tip over, she should…”
My jaw tightened.
“I’m going to give you one more chance to shut the fuck up,” I whispered in his direction.
The salesman froze.
“How’s that go, baby girl?” I raised one eyebrow and looked at Kelli.
“Never miss a good opportunity to keep your fucking mouth shut,” she laughed, nodding her head sharply as she finished saying it.
He looked at her and closed the portfolio. He turned and looked at me. He looked around the sales floor, as if to see if someone was willing to assist him. There wasn’t another sales associate within eyeshot.
“Put the twelve inch apes on it, and the true duals. We’ll give the twenty-two,” I said toward the salesman.
“Uhhmm….” He opened the portfolio and flipped through the pages.
“That’s. That’s about,” he flipped through the pages, “that’s two grand in extras.”
“Maybe here it is. Not in the real world. Twenty-two with the accessories, our final offer,” I said.
“We can’t do that,” he said.
“You can. You just won’t. Topeka will. Kansas City will. Tulsa will. It’s disappointing. I try to spend money locally. This place…it’s any wonder you stay in business,” I shook my head.
“We have overhead we have to pay,” he said as he stuffed the portfolio under his armpit.
“Everyone does. Get down, baby girl,” I said as I pointed toward Kelli.
She tried not to look disappointed as she stepped over the seat. She stood beside the bike and turned toward it, admiring it.
“Baby girl?” I said as she straightened the wrinkles from her jeans.
“Sir?” she responded, turning my direction.
“Who? Who owns you baby girl?” I asked softly, holding my arms out at my sides, palms turned upward.
“You. You sir,” she responded, smiling. She began to walk toward me.
Such simple words. She can’t come close to hiding the satisfaction that she feels when I remind her.
She put her arms around me and squeezed, her face buried in my shirt. She took a deep breath. “I like smelling you,” she said as she looked up.
“I like being smelled by you,” I said as I kissed her lips lightly.
“So?” the salesman asked in our direction.
“I already told you what we would do,” I responded.
“We just can’t…”
“We’ve been through this. You have overhead. I get it,” I said.
“If financing is an issue, Harley-Davidson has great financing,” he smiled and raised his eyebrows.
I shook my head and turned toward the door.
“Come on, baby. Let’s go,” I said as I took a step toward the door.
“I like baggers,” Kelli said as we walked toward the door.
“I thought it was really nice too. We’ll get one, just not here,” I said as we walked toward the door.
She nodded her head a few times and grabbed my left arm.
“Doc Ead!” a familiar voice shouted as we approached the door.
King stepped through the door, smiling. He held his hand out.
“How you doing, King?” I said as I shook his hand.
“Fine, Doc. Just fine,” he said as he patted me on the shoulder with his left hand.
“You must be Sis,” he said as he turned toward Kelli.
Kelli looked up into my eyes. I winked. She looked at King and nodded.
“I heard Doc had a beautiful woman, but I had no idea,” he held his hand out toward Kelli.
Kelli released my arm an
d shook King’s hand.
“The pleasure is mine, Sis. Doc’s as good as gold, you know that, right?” he asked as he shook her hand.
Kelli nodded.
“Does she speak?’ he chuckled in my direction.
“When she needs to,” I laughed.
“That’s what I hear,” he laughed.
“Well, I’ll let you guys get on with your Saturday. What were you doing here?” King asked.
“Trying to buy a new bagger. The black Street Glide,” I answered.
King raised his eyebrows.
“Too damned high,” I responded to his look of question.
“I hate this place. I’m going to buy a new windshield for the Road King. Probably be a hundred bucks. I hate to even spend that here,” he laughed.
“I know what you mean,” I smiled.
“Doc, Sis, I’ll let you two get to it. Sis, it was great to put a face with a name,” he said as he looked at Kelli.
She smiled and nodded, “Nice to meet you King.”
King smiled and nodded in her direction, “Doc, take care,” he said as he began to walk away.
“King,” I acknowledged as we pushed the door open and walked outside.
I reached into my right pocket as we walked toward the car and pulled my keys out.
“You know what I’m going to do when we get home?” I asked, shaking the keys in my hand.
She shook her head.
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t see straight. Until you’re mildly retarded,” I chuckled.
“Fuck-fest?” she asked, turning her head and looking up into my eyes.
I nodded slowly, “As soon as we get home. As soon as we walk in, it’s on.”
“Here, you drive,” I said as I reached toward Kelli with the keys in my hand.
“Sir?” she said with a confused look on her face.
“Drive Kelli, you know how to drive, right?” I asked jokingly.
“You want me to drive your car?” she asked.
I nodded.
“You sure?” she asked.
I turned her direction and raised one eyebrow.
“It’s not driving your car that bothers me. It’s driving you. I know how you are, Erik. You’re uncomfortable riding passenger. Yes, I’ll drive. I’m glad you’ll trust me to,” she said as she pushed the button, unlocking the doors.
I got into the passenger seat and buckled the seatbelt. It felt odd. I tried to remember the last time I rode in the passenger seat of a vehicle. My best recollection was as a child with my mother. Kelli got into the car and buckled her seatbelt. As she started the car, I leaned toward her seat and gripped the rear of her neck in my hand with a light but firm hand.
“What, Kelli, are we going to do as soon as we get home?” I whispered into her ear. I cocked my head and looked at her face.
She smiled.
“I asked you a question,” I stated.
“Fuck,” she responded.
“That’s correct. We’re going to fuck. I’m going to shove you so full of cock you won’t remember how to spell your five letter name,” I muttered into her ear.
She smiled.
“You little fucker. As soon as we get home, you’re going to get it. I’m going to have you dress up. Son of a bitch, baby girl - I love fucking you. You know why?” I asked, as a smirk of a smile appeared on my face.
“Because it’s fun?” she said as she put the car into gear.
“Because I fucking love you,” I said as I kissed her lips lightly.
As I leaned into the seat, she began to slowly pull out of the parking stall.
I smiled at the memory of my mother driving as Kelli pulled from the parking lot onto the access road. As she turned carefully onto the road leading to the on-ramp, the traffic light ahead turned to red. Slowly, she came to a stop.
Gripping the steering wheel tightly, she looked up at the light, and over toward me. She defined beauty by merely existing. By being her natural self. She smiled an evil little smile. I smiled in return.
“As soon as this light turns green, I’m going to mash this gas pedal and drive as fast as I can up that ramp,” she said as she nodded her head toward the windshield.
Shit.
She turned to face the road ahead, both hands tight on the steering wheel.
I fully turned to face her. She stared straight ahead – stone faced.
I turned, lowered my head, and looked down at my seatbelt. For the sake of safety, I checked to make sure it was buckled.
“And, uhmm, I’m going to keep driving as fast as I can up the ramp and onto the highway, no matter what speed limit I reach,” she turned, looked at the light, and looked at me.
I looked up from my seat belt, my heart was racing.
“I won’t slow down,” she paused for a few seconds.
She gripped the steering wheel with both hands.
“There’s two…well, let’s say three things that’ll get me to slow down, Erik. We’ll either wreck, or get arrested. Or uhhmm, you’re going to make me cum,” she turned toward me and smiled as she reached down and unbuttoned her pants.
Incapable of speaking, I stared at her in awe.
This sounded way too familiar.
“Speak English?” she asked, her eyes squinted.
“Kelli, you better not…” I didn’t finish speaking when the light turned green.
She gripped the wheel and mashed the gas pedal. The car lunged forward as the exhaust screamed a tone reminiscent of a street race.
“God damn it Kelli!” I screamed as I reached for my seat belt.
The exhaust roared as the car quickly accelerated.
She hit second gear and the car jolted, sliding sideways for an instant before the slip control activated.
The exhaust tone grew louder as the car increased speed; already well above the speed limit.
“Kelli, if you wreck this fucking car…”
She hit third gear and smiled as the car blazed up the on-ramp toward the highway. The sound from the exhaust overcame the sound from the already loud music.
Without concern, she turned up the volume to the radio.
Paul Thorn, Ain’t Love Strange played as she hit fourth gear and swerved onto the highway, merging through traffic. This crazy little fucker can drive.
As I leaned into her lap, I turned and looked at the speedometer.
135 miles an hour.
Jesus fucking Christ.
I had no idea what I was getting into when I asked her to loosen up and be herself.
No idea.
ERIK. Time passes and things change. Today, change is good. Change is welcome, and change is allowing me to live a life most people only dream of.
I hung the talisman from the nail and leaned back on the ladder to take a look. I straightened it a little and looked again. Standing on the floor it would be barely visible, and impossible to reach without a ladder. I stepped down the ladder and onto the floor.
It hung directly over our bed, and right in the center of where the headboard was. I nodded affirmatively and picked up the ladder.
As I carried the ladder down the stairs, I almost lost my footing half way down. The steps were wooden and did not have any covering, carpeting, or other means of providing a surface suitable for walking in socks.
I placed the ladder in the storage room and walked into the entry hall.
“Baby Girl!” I screamed up the stairs.
“On my way,” a muffled voice came from the upstairs bedroom.
I heard footsteps running across the upper floor and then the sound of what appeared to be a herd of cattle coming down the stairs. The clamor coming down the steps was followed by a quick thud, and a whumpity, whumpity, whumpity, whump.
Kelli’s body hit the floor at the base of the steps.
“Son of a bitch, are you alright?” I asked as I turned her direction. She was sprawled out at the base of the steps in a short black dress, most of which was around her neck. From her boobs down, she
was bare.
“Fucking fuck. Yeah, I’m fine,” she said as she stood up, “my heel broke or something. I hate those steps, they’re slippery.”
I reached around her to give her a hug, “You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine. I need to get another pair of shoes,” she said as she looked up the stairs and straightened her dress.
“Take your time,” I said, laughing, “you look great, by the way.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said over her shoulder as she walked up the steps.
My level of satisfaction, my degree of being happy - was something that I had never experienced. My expression to Kelli about my true feelings, my burning the diary, and my honesty with myself was a cleansing process that did me more good than I ever would have guessed. My openness with my deceased parents regarding Kelli may have seemed odd to some people, but to me it was necessary. I now stood in the kitchen, the afternoon of our house warming party, as happy as I have ever been in my life.
I felt complete. Whole. Satisfied.
Kelli Parks was not an avenue to happiness or a means of making me happy. Kelli was my happiness. Kelli told me at Il Vicino one day that she was weak for me. I now realized that I, too, was weak for her. We were certainly a match for each other in many respects. As she came down the steps, I smiled. She had replaced the heels with black flats that had sparkles on them.
“Better?” I asked.
“Much. My hip is bruised. Well, it feels bruised,” she said as she turned to look over her shoulder.
“Come here. Turn around,” I said as I rotated my hand in a circle.
She turned around so her back would face me. I lifted her dress and inspected her skin for marks.
“There’s a spot here,” I said as I poked a rash on her thigh.
“And here,” I poked a scrape on her right butt cheek.
“That’s it?” she asked.
I held her dress higher and looked around her. I raised my left hand and slapped her left butt cheek as hard as I could without knocking her over.
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