by Molly Bryant
“It's okay, we can go out another time if it makes it easier on you, gorgeous,” Marc leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on my temple. Damn, Ethan! Why is he ruining this perfect date with this perfect guy and his perfect dark hair, with perfect plump lips, and a perfect smile! I am sure there is more to this man that is perfect, damn... or not. Ethan is perfect.
“I am really sorry, forgive me?” I batted my lashes, squeezing his hand tighter.
“Of course,” he smiled, flashing those sexy dimples. “Come on. I'll take you home,”
“Actually, I want some more wine. I'll take a cab home, no biggy,” I winked.
“Okay,” he bent down, placing a soft kiss on my lips. He definitely would have been a guaranteed lay. “Be safe, sweetheart,”
“Bye,” I squeezed his hand then let go, focusing my stare on my wine glass. It was too empty for my liking at the moment. I reached over and drank the rest of the wine in Marc's glass, then filled my own to the brim.
“Cheers,” I said to myself, taking a drink watching Marc walk out the door in his black Marc Jacobs suit and tie with much swagger wondering how sexy Ethan would look in it. I growled, highly annoyed with myself at the thought of myself needing to compare Ethan to Marc. I mean, Marc is sexy, smart, sexy, sweet, and did I mention sexy? It was completely irrelevant.
An hour and an entire bottle of wine later, I was liquored feeling pretty damn good, and all thoughts of Ethan and feeling sorry for myself were gone. Unfortunately, until I got home and had to look at him again, that is.
“Miss, we need this table for the next reservation,” Mr. Uptight Asshole himself glanced down at my empty wine glass and the empty bottle then back at me.
“What? Haven't you ever seen a woman feel sorry for herself?” I glared at him.
“Let us call you a cab,” he bowed as I stood up.
“I got this,” I grabbed my purse, it slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. The waiter tried to help me pick up the contents in which I became more frustrated. “I got it!” he backed away, showing me his palms. It was a gesture to tell me to take it easy. I threw everything into my purse and headed out the door, searching for my cell phone.
I strolled slowly down the street looking at my phone. I had a text message from... Ben?
Ben: Pencil Dick, LOL!
“You asshole!” I yelled at my phone. The couple walking by me jumped at my words.
“Sorry,” I turned around and said as they jogged across the street.
Me: I need a ride, will you ask Vanessa if she will pick me up?
I walked another block and got a text back. I was shocked at the simple text as I was expecting some smart ass comment from Ben.
Ben: Everything okay? Where are you?
I was sure that was Vanessa, I smiled at her concern.
Me: Been drinking and need a ride home. Marc left and I stayed to have a bottle, ha! I will be out front of Guardo's.
I turned around walking back to the restaurant to wait for Vanessa. Why, I walked away as I was asking for a ride, I had no clue.
Ben: On my way...
Fabulous. My phone dinged again, I looked at the screen.
Ben: Beautiful.
I gasped. “Ethan,” I whispered aloud, looking around me. Why was he coming to pick me up? Where was Ben and Vanessa? Why did he have Ben's phone? And why did he call me beautiful? God, I am so confused and there goes my once clear head filled with the thoughts of one delicious Ethan Montello.
I stood out by the door of the restaurant, leaning up against the brick. I crossed my arms, uncrossed them, placed my hands on my hips, I let them fall. I anxiously switched the weight on my footing. I was extremely nervous as the last time we were alone, I was awful to him. I didn't deserve to be talked to, or given a ride home from a restaurant. I deserved to be spit on.
Chapter two
Ethan
“Okay, guys. I'm going to go to bed and read a little. Let you catch up,” Vanessa winked at me then leaned over to give Ben a kiss.
“I'll be in shortly, babe,” Ben kissed her one more time. “Love you,”
“Love you too,” my sister looked at me. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I smiled at her. I was more than okay given the circumstance. “Night,”
“Goodnight,” she walked away and disappeared into the hallway.
“Are you really okay?” Ben nodded towards me from the other side of the couch.
“Seriously, I am okay,” I laughed, tossing the throw pillow at Ben. I wish they would stop asking me that. Granted yes, my girlfriend of over a year cheated on me with our realtor then kicked me out of my house. But, honestly, I am okay. I was more shocked than hurt. I'm not going to lie, it hurts, but I am good.
Ben picked up his phone from his pocket and was grinning like a dip shit while his fingers went to town on the keys.
“Who are you texting all happy?” I asked him, leaning over to see what he was typing.
Pencil Dick, LOL!
“Pencil dick?” I laughed. “Who the hell are you sending that to?”
“Shh! Vanessa will hear you!” he whispered loudly. “It's Maria,” he laughed aloud.
“Ah, that must have something to do with the whole pinky thing,” I held my pinky up in the air. I felt my stomach tie up into knots at the thought of Maria being with someone else.
“Sure does,” Ben sighed, tossing his phone onto the cushions. “But, I'm sure you don't want to hear about it,” he eyed me. He's right, I don't.
“Seriously, Benjamin?” Whatever in the hell that comment was supposed to mean.
“Just sayin'” he shrugged. “So what the hell happened with Jackie? All Vanessa told me was that she was messing around with that real estate guy, and why the hell didn't you tell me?”
I rubbed the back of my neck with a sigh. “Oh, my God it was a nightmare, and honestly, Vanessa was the first person I called. I figured I would talk to you about it when I got here,”
“Fair enough,” he shrugged. “So what happened?”
I thought for a moment trying to think of where to even start. “She was acting all weird for the last few months, not talking all that much and totally quit being intimate with me for the last three weeks, easy. You know, holding onto her phone like it was her life line. It was ridiculous. I thought maybe I was jumping to conclusions so I tried to let it go for a few weeks but her actions were making my skin crawl. So, yesterday I was actually going home to talk to her because I had had enough of her bullshit and there was an Escalade parked in the driveway. I ran in the house and could hear her from the entry way. I ran up the stairs and she was riding him in my bed. In my fucking bed...” I shook my head at the memory. “So, I left and went back a few hours later so I could talk to her. All of my things were already packed for me and she was crying telling me how she didn't want me to find out the way that I did,”
“Wow. Ethan,” Ben's face was completely unreadable. “That's crazy,”
“Yeah,” I stared at the flat screen. “It was for the best as I haven't been happy for awhile. It just blows how it ended,”
Ben's phone dinged breaking the smothering air in the room. I watched him as he picked it up. I could see he was anticipating an argument with Maria over his last text.
“This one's for you,” he tossed the phone into my lap.
“For me? What?” I picked it up and read it.
I need a ride. Will you ask Vanessa to pick me up?
I smiled. “Why is it mine?” I looked at Ben who was smiling mischievously at me. “What?”
“You figure it out,” he stood and stretched with a groan. “I'm hittin' the sack. You decide what it means,”
I watched him walk across the living room, then just like my sister, he disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. What the hell am I supposed to do about this? Do I text her back? What if I don't and she is in trouble?
Everything okay? Where are you? My fingers automatically typed without my even thinking about it.
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Been drinking and need a ride home. Marc left and I stayed to have a bottle, ha! I will be out in front of Guardo's.
I laughed quietly at her text remembering back to my father's birthday party. She was sitting at the mini bar downing glass after glass of whiskey.
On my way...
My fingers lingering above the keyboard.
Beautiful.
I hit send with a smile.
~
I wasn't sure what was going to happen between Maria and me when I got to my sisters house. For the past two years there wasn't a day that I didn't think about her at least once. The way she smiled, the way her fingertips moved the hair from her face, and the way her voice sounded when she was crying out my name. At my fathers birthday party when I saw her at the mini bar giving the bartender a hard time made me laugh as I watched her. She was beautiful, sassy, and had a way about her that made me have to introduce myself. The more time I spent talking to her, the more intrigued I became. Having sex with her that night, confirmed to me that love at first sight did truly exist. I felt like a sappy bastard. The next morning when she told me that nothing would ever come from the best night of my life, I was seriously butt hurt. I thought about that girl for weeks on end, waking up in the middle of the night with wood because she was in my dreams. If there was one person I could ask for advice, it would be Ben. I'm just not ready yet to talk about what happened between Maria and I and how I have felt about her for the last two years. I have told no one.
I remember the day that Vanessa called me, telling me that she had a friend that she wanted to hook me up with. I was ecstatic until I met Mystery Girl for dinner with the hopes of it being Maria as Vanessa refused to tell me her name. She didn't want me to Facebook her or anything, she wanted it to be a surprise. My sister didn't have a whole lot of friends, so I was hoping. I took my seat at our reserved table and waited, watching the door intently. I placed my elbow on the sheer table cloth, the classical music giving off a romantic atmosphere. I noticed a pretty green eyed, female walk into the restaurant, her hair was the color of caramel, and her skin was porcelain. She was dressed in a lavender dress that hugged her slender frame. She looked at me, I smiled then never gave her another glance. Maria was far more beautiful than her with long brown hair that sweeps the curves of her back, soft tan skin, beautiful brown eyes, and a perfect body with a killer ass and thighs that you would die just for the chance to touch them... once. I keep my eyes on the door for another moment until a sweet voice interrupts my thoughts of a serious let down. She wasn't coming. I sighed, looking to my left where the voice came from. My eyes started from her tan heels, up her porcelain legs and lavender dress, to her bright green eyes as she smiled.
“You must be Ethan,” she held her hand out. “I'm Jackie, Vanessa's friend. Sorry I am so late,”
I shook her hand, it lacking the electricity that would shoot down my spine every time maria touched me. I swallowed hard, trying hard to hide my disappointment. I smiled, “Nice to meet you, Jackie,”
I pulled up to Guardo's, the same restaurant I was hoping to see Maria at that night but met Jackie instead. I saw her standing there, her back was up against the brick wall by the front doors. I shook my head as the sudden vision of me between her legs against her living room wall played in my thoughts making my dick stir. I quickly adjusted myself.
She looked up from her phone and saw me parked. She smiled, making my heart slam against my rib cage. After not seeing her for two years, I still felt the same about her. She was still as beautiful as I remember; her brown hair was longer, she was a tad on the thinner side but hot damn, that ass and thighs were still the same.
“Where's Vanessa?” she got into my Audi and shut the door putting her seat belt on. “I'm shocked to see you,”
I nod. “They went to bed and Ben left his phone on the couch,”
“Well, thank you,” she smiled.
“Of course,” I smiled in return. “How was your date?” I glanced down at her exposed thighs. She was extremely buzzed, and hadn't noticed that her dress was hiked a little too high showing a glimpse of her black lace panties. I felt my hand twitch with the urge to rub her through them.
“Ugh, awful,” she chuckled, the wine on her breath circled my front seat.
“That bad, huh?” my voice a little too excited. Sad to say that I was actually excited about it. I am such an asshole.
“No, I just had a lot on my mind so I told him to go home,” she shrugged staring out the window at the passing buildings. “I just wanted to be alone and have a few drinks,” she was talking quietly. Obviously, she had things on her mind still.
“What's up?” I asked her, looking back down at her thighs. She was relaxed a little bit more, they were open a few centimeters wider. She needed to pull her damn dress down before I pull this car over.
She snapped her head in my direction. “I'm not telling you shit, Ethan,” she smirked.
“I'm irresistible, just say it,” I tried to lighten the mood.
“Yeah.” she pursed her lips with a nod. “A carcass is irresistible to buzzards so... what's your point?”
“Carcass to buzzards are a delicacy,” I winked at her, making her smile ever so slightly.
Maria insulting me with sass was nothing but a complete turn on. My dick was hard and wouldn't go down as I kept glancing at her damn panties. I haven't had sex in over three weeks and the one woman who gave me the best night of sex in my life was sitting less than two feet away from me.
Sex with Jackie was nothing compared to Maria. Jackie was very conservative in bed, no foreplay, basic positions and would forever complain if I took too long... who would complain about that? Needless to say, every time Jackie and I were having sex I wished nothing more than to have Maria's perfect, tan body beneath me. The way Maria looked at me while our bodies were connected, Jackie never has. Maria went crazy when I touched her, I have never had a woman want and need me as badly. No matter the two years I tried to forget about her, she was always there in the back of my mind.
I was silent for the five minutes it took me to get us home. We pulled into the driveway and I followed her into the house. She set her purse thing on the counter with a sigh, taking her heels off. I took the few steps I needed to take to close the distance between my chest and her back. I took a deep breath in smelling her perfume. I wanted this woman more than I have ever wanted anything else in my entire life.
I bent my head down and whispered into her ear, “I can fix that,”
“Fix what?” she breathed, leaning her head back just a little.
“The last two years that has had your fucking sexy, black lace panties in a bunch all night,” my lips grazed the flush skin of her neck. I knew what was on her mind, and what exactly ruined her date. It was me and I was one happy bastard because of it.
I ran my hands down her luscious hips, gripping the hem of her tight black dress. I pulled it up high enough so I could cup her now moist core in my hand. When I touched her at the party, I hadn't even touched her yet and she was already wet for me. That is the reaction I have wanted, and dreamed about for the last two years. It's obvious just being next to me in the car had some effect on her. I rubbed her gently, back and forth over her panties, my other hand draped across her flat stomach holding her tightly against my erection.
“Am I right...” I let my lips trail up her neck to her ear. “beautiful?”
“Yes,” she moaned softly, spreading her legs for me. I traced the skin across her lower back, then below the waistline of her black lace, reaching my hands down her luscious ass and between her thighs.
“So wet for me,” I ran my fingers between her wet folds, up to her clit then back down again. I teased her with my fingertips. “Because you remember...” I quickly put two fingers inside her swollen entrance making her groan. “what I can do to you, and how I make you feel,”
She slowly nodded, biting her bottom lip. She leaned forward placing her breasts onto the counter, spreading her
legs even wider. “Please,” she begged quietly.
“Please what, beautiful...” I pulled my fingers out of her, rubbing her juices lightly around her other puckered entrance. “What do you want from me?”
She growled. “Everything,”
I pulled my hands out of her panties, slowly bringing them to her ankles with her moaning every other breath. I went to my knees, using my thumbs to spread her wide open. I buried my tongue into her wetness, tasting the succulent sweetness on the tip of my tongue.