Train Wreck

by T Gephart

  So because I was a glutton for punishment, I went out with Dallas again. This time he’d brought reinforcements so I wouldn’t kill his vibe.

  Then it fucking happened.

  We’d passed whatever dark side of the moon Eve had predetermined and she’d finally called me last night. Of course life was still tossing me shit grenades so I’d missed it. It wasn’t until after a serious game of drunken charades with Steve and Dallas that I even realized what had happened. Steve’s insistence that I needed “to call Steve” had been chalked up to him being a drunken dick. How was I supposed to know Steve was really Eve, and the dumbass had answered my phone when I’d gone to take a piss. At least if the bastard had left it unanswered I might have gotten a missed call notification or a voicemail.

  But after both a returned call and a text from me to Eve had remained unanswered, my tolerance for my drunken friends and to be in public dropped to an all time low. So I went home, with my second message around midnight also not getting a response.

  Of course me being home in my bed alone didn’t insulate me from drama. Especially not when I’d left Dumb and Dumber without a sober chaperone. I swear to freaking God I was going to need to hire Dallas a keeper. Although I guess if nothing else, it forced me to think about something other than Eve.

  “I’m not sure why you’re even making those kinds of demands, Dallas.” I hadn’t even bothered to start the car yet. “You are going to owe me for the rest of your life.”

  It seemed shortly after I left the bar, both Dallas and Steve had found two lovely ladies to keep them company. Far be it from me to stand in the way of anyone having a good time. And as long as these girls were legal and sober enough to know what the hell they were doing, it was none of my business. Until it became my business, when the “hot blonde” Dallas had left with screwed him, and then took his wallet, his clothes and left him naked and stranded at Rockaway Beach.

  The police picked him up after they’d gotten calls of a Caucasian male flashing his junk trying to hitch a ride home. And once they filed the police report, laughed at his stupidity, gave him some pants and decided not to pursue a public indecency charge on account he’d probably suffered enough, they’d called me.

  How Dallas was able to remember my phone number when he couldn’t remember what he ate for breakfast was one of the world’s greatest mysteries. But he surprised everyone—including himself—by spitting out the digits to my landline. Which coincidently was the only available form of communication to reach me after I’d tossed my cell against the wall at two in the morning when I’d woken up and still hadn’t heard from Eve.

  Because smashing my phone was a smart idea.

  “Just fucking take me home, asshole.” Dallas stewed in the passenger seat, still mostly naked except for the pair of basketball shorts one of the officers had given him. “I’ve got a hangover that’s going to last for a week.”

  “Fine.” I wasn’t even going to pretend I was letting him off the hook. “But in case you didn’t see this for the wake-up call it is, you need to stop putting your dick inside everything that moves. It’s like you have a built-in magnet for crazy.”

  While his “date”—assuming she had used her real name, he couldn’t remember it—had only gotten fifty dollars and a used iPhone out of him—which was probably the reason she’d taken his clothes—it could have been a lot worse.

  “I know, dude, I know.” He shook his head, scrubbing his face with his hands. “She looked so normal. How was I supposed to know?”

  “The fact she drove you out to a fucking beach to fuck should have been your first clue.” That I even had to speak the words was bewildering. “Please tell me you used protection.”

  “Of course. I’m not an idiot.” Dallas had the nerve to look indignant as he folded his arms across his chest.

  “No words, dude.” I shook my head as I started the ignition. “No fucking words.”

  It was evident anything I had to say at this point would fall on deaf ears, so I figured I’d save it for later. Like when he was sober and dressed. So I saved us both the headache and didn’t give him anymore shit on the drive or when I dropped him off at his place. But tomorrow, we were going to have a serious conversation.

  I was freaking tired, cranky and edgy as shit when I arrived at the shop. It wasn’t a day we opened but I wanted to get the spare cell I kept in a drawer. I figured I could switch out the SIM card and at least get reconnected. Not because anyone important was going to call. No. Not for any reason like that.

  Fuck, I was in a mood as I unlocked the front door and yanked it open. I still had no idea if she was even coming back. For all I knew she could be emailing me her resignation, modern technology was wonderful like that.

  Screw it, I was going to call her.

  I grabbed the spare phone and loaded in the SIM from the mangled one I’d been carrying in my pocket. Even though the piece of shit no longer worked, I stupidly had taken it with me when I left the house. Habits were terrible things to break, but in this instance I was thankful.

  As soon as I switched on the new/old phone, it sprung to life, lighting up with a stack of missed calls.

  All from Eve.

  No messages or texts, but I didn’t care, the fact she’d called sent such a bolt of electricity up my spine I couldn’t be sure I hadn’t been zapped.

  We were going to talk.

  Fuck being the nice guy.

  Fuck being understanding.

  Fuck being patient.

  This was bullshit, and whatever she needed to work out, she was going to do it with me. It had been barely two fucking days and I was ready to seriously cause some damage, there was no way I’d survive if she wanted to make our hiatus permanent.

  I hit the call button and brought the phone to my ear, one way or another, this shit was getting straightened out today.

  “Oh my God, Josh,” she breathed into phone as soon as it connected. “Please tell me that’s you?”

  “Eve, are you okay? What happened?” The desperation in her voice cut through me like a knife, and all the shit I needed to straighten out took a backseat to making sure she was safe.

  “I kept putting off texting you because I wanted a better time, and then it got late, and then I had a few drinks, and I fell asleep and, then you missed my call and I missed your messages.” She inhaled sharply, her interrupted sentence taking every ounce of air she’d had. “I couldn’t find you, you weren’t home this morning.”

  “You came by?” I was mentally kicking both my own ass and Dallas’s for missing her visit. “Where are you, baby? I need to see you.”

  “I’m at my apartment, I can come to you.”

  “No, stay where you are.” I grabbed my keys and was already locking the front door. “I’m getting in my car now and I’m coming to you.”

  “Okay. I’ll be here.”

  “Eve.” I yanked open my car door and hopped into the driver’s seat. “I should have never let you walk out that door, I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

  I didn’t wait for her response, killing the call, putting the car in gear and hightailing it to Manhattan.

  Man, the traffic sucked. I cursed every freaking mile between here and there as I weaved in and out of traffic like the assholes I usually flipped off. I didn’t care how many times someone beeped their horn or shot me a dirty look, I needed to get to her and the longer it took, the more it was driving me insane.

  Finally I arrived at her building, inputting the code to gain access into her undercover parking garage and put the Jeep between two white lines. I didn’t even care if it was the designated guest spot, too concerned with getting into the elevator and seeing her.

  My skin was almost humming by the time I’d made it onto her floor, my fist only making contact once before the door swung open and she flung herself on me.

  I didn’t even blink.

  My arms engulfed her, pulling her onto me.

  It felt so right, her weight against me as she w
rapped her legs around my waist.

  “Josh.”

  I didn’t care what came after, putting my mouth on hers as I walked us back into her apartment and slammed the door. I had a sick need to be in her, cover her with my body and mark her so she knew she was mine.

  Mine.

  It took her leaving for me to really understand what that word meant but it was more than a throwaway. We were going to be together and I refused to accept an outcome that was any different.

  Her mouth was hot as I invaded it, my tongue exploring every inch of her inside. I wanted more. To be closer, to be deeper, but for now it was going to have to do.

  She moaned, the noise going straight to my cock as her hands clawed at my shirt.

  “You wouldn’t answer the phone.” Moan.

  “I didn’t know.” Moan.

  “I was going crazy.”

  She spat out half sentences as I moved my mouth to her neck and carried her into her bedroom. I hadn’t asked her if that’s where she wanted to go, and honestly at this point I didn’t care. I needed to get closer and standing up wasn’t cutting it.

  No words.

  All that shit I had said about needing to talk to her, and I had nothing that I could even contemplate saying. My mouth was so desperate for her, there wasn’t a syllable that was worth wasting a breath over. It could wait.

  All of it could wait.

  But I couldn’t.

  “I need you, Eve.” I lowered her onto the mattress, my eyes rolling over every inch of her sexy body.

  She looked similar to the day I’d first met her, wearing those ridiculous heels and a dress that thankfully flared out from the waist.

  “Would it be incredibly irresponsible for us to have sex right now and then have a conversation later?” Her eyes speared me, licking her lips as her shoulders lifted from the mattress.

  “In my opinion I’ve been too responsible, I’m no longer interested in it.” I kneeled on the bed as I hovered above her. “I want you.”

  “I want you, too.” I heard her shoes drop as she parted her legs. “Take me.”

  My mouth slammed onto hers as I took exactly what she was giving me. She’d used me as a distraction before but this time it was different.

  We were different.

  I was different.

  I kissed her like I couldn’t bear to stop, my hands trailing up the sides of her body as my cock hardened in my jeans.

  It wasn’t soft. Or romantic. Or loving. I was so jacked up with all kinds of emotions I couldn’t decipher what was which. The sheer need of it all spiked up my spine like I no longer needed my bones to hold me in place.

  “We are going to talk about this later.” My mouth moved away from hers as my hands roughly yanked the zipper to her side. “I’m not letting you get amnesia, so in a week you leave again.”

  “I won’t leave. I promise.” Her hands were at my belt, yanking and pulling in an effort to get it off.

  “This will not be temporary.” My fingers gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it over her head. “Whatever I said before doesn’t count. We are meant to be together.”

  She stilled for a second, her hands pausing on the fly of my jeans. “There is nowhere else I want to be.”

  “Fuck.” I yanked off my shirt and kicked off my boots.

  She’d probably just said the sweetest words I’d ever heard, and yet I couldn’t find it in me to be sweet. I pulled at her hair, moving her head to the side as I sucked on her throat. “I need you naked.”

  “Yes.” She arched her back, her fingers unhooking her bra, and flinging it aside. “I want to see all of you. I want you in me.”

  It was a mess of uncoordinated limbs, arms and legs being bent and twisted as we stripped each other while remaining fused by our lips. I wanted to taste her everywhere, my mouth closing around the peak of her nipple and sucking hard.

  “Ah,” she hissed, her neck bending back as I circled her nipple. “Josh,” she moaned as her hands scraped against my skull.

  God, I loved the way she said my fucking name.

  Loved how the breath pushed out between those sweet lips of hers and made it sound like a plea.

  My mouth moved lower, my tongue swirling down her flat belly until I got to the cleft of her pussy. I hovered above it, the heat of my breath covering her bare skin as I pressed the flat of my tongue against her.

  She was so wet—slick and warm, ready for me—the thought alone making me want to come. But tasting her, that was a torture all of its own as my body bargained with itself over which part of us got to have her first.

  “Josh.” Her hips tilted as my tongue pushed into her, my hands parting her thighs so I could get better access. “Oh my God. Yes.” She bucked against me, grinding herself against my face as I alternated between sucking her clit and fucking her with my tongue.

  “Fuck me. Please. Just fuck me,” she demanded, her nails scraping against my shoulders as her legs seesawed under her. “I want to come on your cock.”

  I could have kept going, up until that point. Licked her long and hard until I teased out the orgasm I could feel was building. But the minute she’d told me she wanted my cock in her, I didn’t have a hope. My body overrode any plans I had as I lifted off of her and moved further up her.

  “I’m not wearing a condom, Eve.” I became painfully aware we’d skipped a step as my mouth moved back up to her tits. “I need to get—”

  “No, I trust you.” She grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so we were eye to eye. “Do you trust me?”

  Our stares locked and I said the only words I was capable of.

  “With my life.”

  “Then you, just you. Please.” She tilted her hips, the ridge of my cock hitting her right between her legs. “It’s fine, I promise.”

  I didn’t ask any more questions. Didn’t check to see if she was sure or get butthurt over the innuendo that I would fuck someone else. All I wanted was to feel myself inside of her and make her scream so loud the neighbors would call the cops.

  “Fuck.” I gritted my teeth as the entire length of my cock entered her.

  I had intended to be gentle, ease in an inch at a time. But once I felt her warmth around me, I couldn’t stop, needing to be so deep into her I bottomed out.

  “Yes.” She arched into me as I thrust again, the slow drag in and out giving her a chance to adjust.

  “God, you feel so good.” My hands wrapped around her waist, my hips swinging deeper and faster with each rock. “Like fucking heaven.”

  She lifted her legs, locking her ankles at my back as her hands gripped my shoulders. “Want you,” she breathed out. “Want you so much.”

  My self-control disintegrated at the sound of her voice and the need in her eyes. I drove into her, my hips smashing against her as my shoulders bruised under her fingertips. Her nails bit into my skin as I rocked harder, filling her completely with every thrust.

  “Josh,” she warned, the telltale shiver of her body cluing me in she was close.

  “Come for me, Eve.” My jaw locked as I gritted out the words. “Come for me, baby. God, I want to feel you.”

  One of my hands moved from her waist and punched the mattress to steady myself. The leverage it granted me was all I needed as I slid my fingers across to her pussy and thumbed her clit. She was so fucking wet, whimpering with each stroke of my thumb.

  “Josh!” she screamed, exploding against me as the tight pulses ran up my shaft. Each squeeze sent me deeper into the sweet agony.

  “Eve.” I cursed out her name as the heat spread across my skin. “I need to come.”

  There was no holding back; jets of my hot load filled her as I rocked against her. Every shudder, every squeeze, every movement amplified as I collapsed against her, our bodies slick with sweat.

  I whispered into her shoulder, my lips against her skin as I repositioned onto my elbows. “God, I missed you.”

  It wasn’t just about the time she’d been gone either, she had checked o
ut before she walked out the door.

  “I missed you too.” Her fingers feathered up and down my back as her breathing slowed. “I didn’t realize how much until I was back.”

  I could have stayed like that forever.

  Just me and her in the bedroom, with nothing else, and I would have been happy. But I knew there was more to it than that. And awesome sex—monumental sex—did not fix everything.

  I rolled slowly, my back hitting the mattress before tucking her back into my arms. There wasn’t a chance I was letting her go—physically or otherwise.

  “Where were you?” she asked softly. “I thought you might have been with someone else, now I know you weren’t, but why didn’t you answer the phone? Why weren’t you at your apartment? Were you punishing me?”

  “No, Eve. I’m sorry, baby, but I was never punishing you.” That she even thought it killed me. The last thing on earth I ever wanted to do was hurt her, even if part of me was hurting. “I smashed my phone when you didn’t call, it was dumb. I was so frustrated by the situation and I had no idea what the hell was going on, it was making me crazy.” I kissed her forehead, almost not believing she was back and I was able to tell her exactly how I felt.

  “I’m sorry, honestly I got sidetracked and then I called, I’d missed you.” Regret clouded her beautiful whiskey-colored eyes.

  “I almost killed Steve when I found out it had been you.” I cursed under my breath. “I thought he was yanking my chain. He kept saying Steve called and then laughing like an idiot. I swear I need better friends.”

  Her face softened, hopefully knowing there wasn’t a thing that would have kept me from her call if I’d known sooner. It was hell those hours in between.

  “And then Dallas got into some trouble and I had to pick him up from the police station.” Her face screwed in horror. “Don’t ask and he’s fine.” I was in no mood to relive how Dallas’s poor choices snowballed into my night from hell. “I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. Or next week. Or next year. We have time.”

  There would be time for all of it, but what I needed now was to hear from her. To know what was going on in that beautiful head of hers.