“Dance with me.” Brice was beside my chair, his hand held out palm up. The dance floor was crowded, but there was still room. I placed my hand in his and he pulled me to my feet. As we made our way to the floor, the song changed to a slower one. He wrapped his arms around me and held my other hand against his chest. He pulled me close as the music played. My head fell forward to rest on his shoulder as the Restless Heart song played overhead. The group sang about a girl with golden hair and blue eyes haunting a man who had messed up. I sucked in a breath when he started singing the song softly in my ear. He was off key, but I had never heard anything better. If Brice kept this up, I would be falling for him hard.
“You are such an enigma,” I whispered to him.
“What do you mean?”
“Badass biker and serenading romantic… It is unexpected, but I like it.”
“I’m glad you like it, Abby.” I stiffened in his arms at the sound of my name. “Jed was mad at me for kissing you. He was reaming me a new one and it slipped out. Your secret is safe with me, as will all your secrets be when you are ready to tell me what they are. I meant what I said earlier, Abs, I want your trust and eventually I will have it.”
“You mistake my secrets for being mine alone. I’m not just protecting myself, Brice. I’m protecting Ember, too, like she once protected me.”
“I can protect you both if you let me, Abby.” The song was winding down, we had mindlessly been moving to the music, not really paying attention to anyone or anything but each other.
“Give me time, Brice.” He nodded and kissed me on the cheek as the song ended.
We had a few more beers before we decided to grab a bite to eat. One thing that I have grown to love about Texas are the little hole in the wall Mexican food restaurants. If I thought I loved food before I tasted real Mexican food, I was mistaken. To maintain my weight and not put anymore curves on my body, I had to up my time on the treadmill because fajitas were my weakness.
The restaurant was small and had a few other patrons, but mostly it was empty since it was almost closing time. The conversation flowed freely between the three of us. Mostly we discussed the bar and what my plans for it were. It was a good night of laughter and good company. We had lingered over the meal until closing when they came to kick us out.
Ever the gentlemen, Brice and Jed walked me to my room where we said goodnight and went our separate ways. I watched Brice as he was walking further down the hall. His ass was tight and round and looked amazing in his jeans. I was checking him out when he turned around and caught me looking. He grinned at me and threw me a wink. I smiled back and shrugged, then stuck my tongue out at him before going into my room.
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I was just crawling into bed after my shower when Mac’s phone rang. I saw Brice’s name ‘Grit’ flash across the screen. God, I had it bad, if just seeing his name come on the screen as he was calling made my body flush with desire, I was a goner. “Brice,” I said, answering the phone in what I hoped was a sexy sleepy voice.
“Did I wake you?”
“No, I was just sliding into bed after my shower.” I was hoping my words would paint an appealing picture in his head and by the sound of his growl, I guess my words hit their mark.
“You are an evil woman, putting that thought in my head when I can’t do anything about it.” His emphasis on the second head made me chuckle. “Honey, the things I want to do to that delectable body of yours would have you moaning my name in minutes.” He took a deep breath. It sounded like he was trying to gain control of himself. “I have two questions for you.”
“What’s that?”
“Did you think about our kiss while you were in your meeting?” His voice came across low and seductive. I shivered in response.
I thought about telling him no, but I decided to tell him the truth and see where this conversation would lead. “Yes, if it wasn’t so important, I wouldn’t have been able to focus. I also felt your stare the whole time.”
“Good. Question two, what are you wearing?” I could hear the smile in his voice.
I chuckled and paused before answering. I was in plain Jane panties and a tee shirt that hung down to my thighs, but I decided to flirt with him a little. This could be fun and get interesting really fast. My nipples were already tight and hard and my panties were already wet. I quickly slipped my panties and tee off being careful not to jostle the phone. “Well,” I said pausing for effect, “it appears that I’m wearing Egyptian cotton sheets, a high thread count if I were to guess.”
“Fuck.” It was half groan half plea for more. “God, Abby.”
“Well, if that’s all the questions you have, I guess I’ll say goodnight.” I said in a way too chipper voice. I had moisture pooling between my thighs, goose bumps cascading up and down my body and shivers wracking my nerves. Brice had me hot and bothered, something I had not experienced before, not to this degree.
“Don’t hang up,” he ground out, “I have more questions now.”
“Oh?” I knew what was about to happen and it excited me. Brice excited me.
“Yeah. Is your room too cold?”
Ok, so not what I was expecting, yet, but I’ll play along. “A little. I have the AC turned down”
“Are your nipples hard?” he rasped.
And there it was. I wanted the conversation to head in this direction. It had been so long for me, so long since I felt desire and I had never felt it this strongly before. “Yes, they are tight and hard.” My breath was shallow and quick.
“So is my cock, baby,” he choked out, “roll your nipples between your fingers. Squeeze them tight like I wish I was able to do for you.” I followed his instructions and pleasure coursed through my body. I moaned at the spark of sensation. “Does it feel good, baby?’
“Yes.”
“My cock is so hard for you, Abby. Is your pussy wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Touch your wetness for me, Abby. Tell me how wet you are. How much you want me.”
I couldn’t hold back the sigh that escaped my lips when my fingers came in contact with my heated flesh. I was soaked, my lips were plump and full, the wetness made it feel like slick silk. “I’m really wet. My pussy is slick and dripping, and if feels soft and silky.”
“I bet it does, honey. I can’t wait to taste it. To run my tongue over you and lick up all that cream.” I groaned at his words. The stimulation from the erotic images he evoked and the touch of my fingers made for an intense wave of pleasure. “I’m going to ask you one more question. After you answer it, I want you to get yourself off. I want to hear you cum for me and I’m going to cum for you.” I could picture him rubbing his shaft, working himself into a frenzy. “Have you ever tasted your sweet honey? One word yes or no.”
“No”
“Ok, baby, you won’t be tasting it tonight either, but one day you will. Keep rubbing that sweet pussy for me. One of these days, I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy bare. You are going to come on my dick hard and when you do, when your body squeezes around my cock, you are going to squirt your cum all over me. I’m not going to come in your pussy, though. I’m going to pull my dripping dick out of your tight cunt.” I moaned my breaths getting shorter and louder as I approached climax and I could hear his breathing getting rougher, edgier as he stroked himself. “Then you’re going to get on your knees in front of me and lick and suck your juice off my–“ I came on my fingers. His name escaped my lips. My body denied satisfaction for so long, got off so fast. “Oh, baby. Yeah.” His breath hissed and he groaned. “God, Abby.”
“Wow,” I whispered. I’ve masturbated a lot over the years, too much really, but never have I ever been able to come that hard without the help of a vibrator.
He chuckled. “Yeah, baby, me too.”
Chapter 8
Brice
I have not had phone sex since high school and I got more enjoyment and came so much harder in that one experience with Abby over the phone than any sexual
encounter with any other woman ever. We hung up after a quick goodbye and I sat in the bathroom thinking about what the hell was happening. I have never cum with so little effort before. This woman had me in knots and I was not sure what the hell to do about it. Gavel was in the next room and I just jacked myself off as I listened to a woman get herself off to my words. Shit, Gavel was right, my ass needed to tread lightly.
Eight Years Earlier…….
“Monica, I’m dropping out.” I broke the news to my high sweetheart. We had really been together since junior high and after three semesters of college, I finally owned up to the fact that I wasn’t happy in school. I never would see myself sitting behind a desk. My dad might be a lawyer and able to do the whole desk jockey gig, but I was more like his motorcycle club member side. “I’m going to join the Marine’s, but I wanted to ask you something.” I was so nervous my hands were shaking.
We were in her dorm room, she was sitting on the edge of the bed. I dropped to one knee in front of her. Nervously, I wiped my hands on my thighs, then reached into my pocket for the little black velvet box hidden there. I held it out to her and opened the lid. It wasn’t much, barely half a carat. It was nothing special to anyone but me. “Will you marry me?” I asked her.
“Yes.” She grinned at me as I slipped the small cheap diamond I had been saving up for since graduation on her finger. We hugged, made love, and planned out our future. The next day she went with me to the recruitment office and two weeks later we were married. I wanted to make sure she had all the benefits of being a Marine’s wife while I was away. I wanted to know she would be taken care of while she continued at school and I was off doing my duty.
When I was away at boot camp, I got letters almost every other day from her. She would tell me how much she missed me. Loved me. Wanted me. I would write to her as much as possible, but it wasn’t as often as I wished. When I was between deployments, things were great. Besides school, she never left my bed. It was like we were our old selves from high school all over again. Madly in love and couldn’t keep our hands off each other.
It was after I got sent overseas for the second time that things started to change. I would get a chance to call and she would either not answer or cut me off stating that she had to get going, she had plans with her friends. I never got any letters from her anymore despite my continuing to write her.
I was in my fifth year of service and I hardly talked to my wife. I stopped calling and writing and I didn’t receive any letters from her. I was six months from coming home for good. I had decided against reenlisting. Instead I was going to go home and reconnect with my wife, but that would never happen. Instead, I got a letter from my dad.
Son,
I hope this letter finds you well. You are missed. There is no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to say it. Monica has filed for divorce. You should be receiving the paperwork within the next day or two. She’s pregnant. I’m sorry to tell you this way, but I know that you would want to know as soon as possible. I also knew you would want to know in private before papers were delivered in a less than private way.
Be safe,
Dad
I remembered the letter because I had reread it so many times. Just as my dad, said the papers arrived two days later and one thing about bases is things don’t stay quiet long. I got sympathetic looks from most. Some were angry on my behalf saying what a fucked up bitch she was. It was the looks of pity that pissed me off the most.
Thinking back now, I shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s not like she was continuing to express her love for me through letters and phone calls. After Monica, I swore off relationships. I had seven years with her. She was my first in every way and I was not about to go through anything like that again. I had to leave Abby alone. As much as I wanted her, I had a feeling she could destroy me far worse than Monica ever could.
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When I went down for breakfast with dad, she was already at the table with the suit from yesterday. They were talking and laughing about something, not in a hurry to get down to business. I pushed my irrational jealousy aside and walked to another table in the restaurant. The waitress from the day before came over with a quick seductive smile and I returned it with a grin of my own.
She was of medium height, slim, and big busted. Her boobs were obviously fake, but what the hell did I care, she was stacked and hot. Her brown hair was pulled up off her shoulders and she had a bouncy little ass. Before Abby, I would have fucked this girl without a second thought, “But this isn’t before Abby” my thoughts screamed at me.
I saw out of the corner of my eye that Abby was looking at me and I figured I better go all in for this. The best way to distance myself from her was to make her hate me. I flirted outrageously with the woman. I didn’t know her name; I frankly didn’t care. She giggled and put her hand on my arm.
“Oh, honey,’ I dropped my voice seductively, “if you touch, be prepared to keep touching.” I brought her wrist up to my lips and nipped and licked at the soft flesh.
She shivered. I was obviously getting to her and I wished she was getting to me. Despite her attempts at charming me with suggestive comments, my cock was still soft.
“I can go on a fifteen minute break,” she said with heat in her eyes.
“I can work with fifteen minutes.” I grabbed her hand and headed out of the restaurant with her in tow. I saw devastation on Abby’s face and anger and disappointment on Gavel’s from the corner of my eye as we passed by their table. They had every reason for it. Hell, I hated myself for causing it.
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To escape what I knew would be a very awkward drive back to Belle, I grabbed my stuff and left a note for Gavel. I rented a car and headed back home on my own. When I got there, I headed to the job site. They were making good progress on the work. I checked on the bar which was waiting to be decorated, but everything was done as far as construction goes. I walked through the kitchen to see that the appliances had been delivered. I went into the restaurant and found Titan kissing Ember. Just what I fucking needed.
“So the work is going well I see.” Sarcasm laced my voice. Ember sprang back from Titan like she had been burned. I didn’t bother to hide my anger at Titan, though I could tell I was putting my anger at myself onto him. He was getting to kiss his girl and I just fucked my chances up with mine. “We’ll talk about this later, brother.”
I turned around and went upstairs to see the work was almost completed up there as well. I wanted to get it done so that I wouldn’t have to see Abby around all the time. I had one stop to make before I went home to get drunk off my ass.
Chapter 9
Abby
“Oh. My. God.” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Brice was leaving the restaurant with the trampy, little waitress that had her hands all over him. I felt tension rolling off of Jed and when I sensed that he was about to get up from his chair, I laid my hand on his forearm. “I’m sorry,” I said with way more lightness in my voice than I felt, “my mind must have wandered off somewhere.” I offered a fake smile.
“Not a problem, Abby,” Mr. Worthington said, but I heard a hint of knowing pity in his voice. He had seen Brice as well. “I was saying that I researched the company last night, the tax records for the last few years, and it looks like your parents took quite a bit, but the company under the right management can flourish again. So, I accept your offer for the company and the stipulations that you have set with regards to your parents.” He took a breath. “I have one request, though.”
“What’s that?” He was accepting the company. I was going to unload it and completely unload my parents in the process.
“I would like for you to stay one more night and have dinner with me.” Philip turned toward Jed, “As much as I enjoy your company, Jed, I’d rather have dinner alone in the company of a beautiful woman.”
Jed chuckled. “I completely understand. I will rent a car and drive back today because I have some work that needs taken ca
re of immediately, but you,” he addressed me, “you should stay and have a little fun. You deserve it.” He was telling me that I deserved better than what his son just did. I nodded my understanding and my consent to Philip.
“Great, then I will pick you up at seven tonight. Dress casual, Abby. We won’t be doing anything fancy tonight.” He winked at me and left.
“I’m sorry, Abby, I tried to warn you. I warned him, too.”
“It’s not your fault, Jed,” I said, trying to relieve the tension that set in, “leave it alone, okay? I’m fine. It’s not like he’s the first man to not want me or to only want one thing from me. He probably won’t be the last either.”
Jed sighed and shook his head. “There’s a lot you don’t know. You have your secrets and he has his. Until you both are willing to share those with each other, neither of you should have started anything. I tried warning you both, but maybe I should have tried harder.”
“No, Jed,” I said shaking my head at him, “some lessons have to be learned the hard way. You warned me and I didn’t listen. This ones on me.”
We parted ways a few minutes later. I went back to my room and took a bath, my heart hurting more than I thought possible. I had no claim on him, so I shouldn’t be so hurt or jealous. Brice had never made any overtures toward me. I remembered the lyrics to the song that we danced to, that he sang to me. I hoped those lyrics were true. I hope my eyes haunted him tonight, the big jerk.
I pulled on a pair of fresh jeans and a tee shirt. I threw my hair up in a ponytail and slid my shoes on. I didn’t bother with makeup. He said casual and I was taking him at his word. I met him in the lobby and he was dressed similarly to me so I knew I made the right choice.
He smiled when he saw me, he had dimples that were really attractive, but I wasn’t drawn to him like I was drawn to Brice. I knew automatically that this man was going to be a friend, a good friend, but only a friend. Hell, maybe I would give the whole friends with benefit thing a chance since my track record with men sucked.
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