by Anna Lewis
Those brown eyes shot to her, and her face turned almost as red as her hair, “What the hell are you doing here? Don’t you got a bar to ruin?”
“I was just leaving,” Whitney mumbled, as she quickened her pace toward the door. But something inside of her wouldn’t let Tara just scare her away. She slowed down as she passed Julian, grabbing his hand giving it a squeeze and kissed him on the cheek, in lieu of a thank you. It was enough to make Tara swear and to make Julian’s cheeks redden as she moved towards the door.
“I don’t know what you two got going on, but it’s disgusting! Cut it out and get back to work! Marco would hate to know that you’re wasting time on this nobody, when you should be spit shining that hog and delivering it on time.” Tara yelled. Then she dropped her voice so that only Whitney could hear. “Besides, if he knew what kind of helpful person you really were, he wouldn’t be dropping everything for ya, now would he?”
“Don’t,” was all Whitney could muster as she made her way out of the shop. Her courage disintegrated.
“Keep away from him, Whitney. Jules belongs to me.”
***
Julian stared at Whitney and Tara as they whispered to each other wondering what it was about. Whatever it was, it was enough to scare Whitney away. And then there was that kiss. He’d been waiting a long time for her to come home. They had so many unresolved issues, he was scared she’d run again before he could let her know how he truly felt.
As Tara approached him, he wondered if what he felt for Whitney was authentic, or if it was simply because Tara walked away.
“I see the way you’re lookin’ at me, Jules,” she smirked as she swayed her hips seductively and winked at him, “You’d better cut it out, before Marco cuts your eyes out.”
Julian pushed the image of him and Tara together from his mind. The last time was a few weeks before Whitney left. They had a cold cycle going, of dating, fighting, fucking, repeated. But Tara wanted to be queen of her domain, even if it was only the little ole town of Cedar Breeze. He knew that about her. He realized it the day the rumors started about her and Marco. It was hard for him to ignore and when his father refused to confirm or deny them, he knew they were more than just gossip.
“I ain’t lookin at you in any way,” he sighed. “I got my eyes on someone else.”
“Oh, is that so?” she ran her tongue over her teeth and then over her lips. “I think there’s a few things about that certain someone you need to know before you go fallin’ for her.”
“Oh, you mean certain things like I should have known you were screwing Marco while you were screwing me? Call me crazy, Tara, but it seems like you’re the last person to be telling me about someone else’s issues. But that’s not why you’re here. You’re here about the bike, and your truck, which will be delivered to Marco later today, as promised. And if you’re in that much of a pinch for some wheels, you can take the pickup. Just leave it at The Shock Bar for me to pick it up when I drop the bike off.”
Julian stared at Tara wondering if she was going to take him up on his offer. Sure enough she did. He led her into the office to fill out some paperwork on taking the truck out, so that if she wrecked it, it would be taken care of.
Taking a seat behind his desk, he thumbed through a stack of papers in the drawer searching for the form. Tara propped her tits on the top of the desk, practically letting them spill out of her top as she rested her face on the palms of her hands. The sides of her elbows did a miraculous job of keeping her breasts tight together forcing Julian’s eye to go straight to them when he finally looked up to talk to her.
“Just sign where I marked,” he told her.
Tara took a deep breath, her chest heaved slowly up and down. She looked down into her cleavage, before marking an x across her breasts, “And I’d like you to sign here.”
Julian shook his head, “Shit, Tara! Wipe that off!”
He fumbled around until he found the towel he’d wiped his hands off on earlier. She scrunched up her face, and sat back. “You’re not touching me with that thing.”
“Fine, whatever,” he sighed, “You explain to Marco why you have X marking the spot.”
“Hmm, that gives me an idea for a game we can play later,” her eyes travelled toward the ceiling.
Julian began waving his hands in the air, “I’m not going to go there.”
“Oh, I’m over you right now,” she smiled. “I was thinking of Marco marking the spot.”
“I’ve heard enough.” Julian stood up swiping the paper off the table. “Here’s the keys, leave them and the truck at the bar. I’ll get it in the morning, or whenever. Tell Marco, his bike will be delivered to his door by five.”
“Fine, but Jules…” she stood up and pressed herself against him while sliding her hand down his chest until she reached his crotch and grabbed firmly. “Don’t forget who your first love was. It would be a fucking shame to waste this good talent of yours on your sister.”
“I’ll take my talents where I like,” he said, coldly. He made sure to keep the chill in his voice so she knew he wasn’t joking anymore. Whatever was between her and Whitney, he had a feeling he was in the middle of it.
Asking Tara was out of the question. She only gave up information when it served her. Julian knew all too well how she operated. He’d end up with her in his lap, on his cock, before she told him anything worth knowing. He mulled over the idea of what could have possibly transpired between the two women for the rest of the day.
Between work and his ponderings, he gave up around six. The sounds of metal clanging, and tools turning ceased. Then he remembered he had failed to go over to help Whitney out at the bar. She hadn’t called him all day, perhaps she was mad. But after dealing with Tara, heading over to The Shock Bar was last thing he wanted to do.
With a heavy sigh, he took out his phone to see not a single missed call, nor any unanswered text messages. The moon was already out and he was ready to go home, but he didn’t fancy the five mile hike. He dialed a number, having the feeling that he’d soon regret it.
“Yeah Jules,” Duke answered. He sounded out of breath but Julian did his best to ignore it.
“Um, Dad, listen,” he sighed, “I’m down at the shop. Tara has the truck because I was working on Marco’s bike.”
“Oh yeah. Fantastic job on that, kid!” Duke exclaimed, glee in his voice. “Marco loves that thing, especially with the brightening up of his paint job. Superb son, superb.”
“You alright, Dad?” Julian asked.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” Duke chucked.
Julian laughed, “Well you just said superb, twice.”
“And? So fucking what? Are you mad that I learned a few new words? Do you think—I’m changing?”
“Dad, what the fuck is going on?” Julian wondered, hearing the odd pause.
“Me and Molly are nego—ow—, jeez that fucking hurt! Easy with the teeth, woman!”
“Never mind.” Julian hung up the phone before his father could finish explaining himself. He thought about the kiss with Whitney. They had a lot to talk about. And he was sure it would start with an apology from him.
Julian wasn’t sure what to do. Should he wait for her to call him? He bit the bullet.
When Whitney answered the phone, he could hear the crowded bar behind her. “Yeah?”
“Hey Whit. You busy?” He laughed trying to make the conversation light.
“Yeah actually, the dinner rush just kicked in, what do ya need, Jules?” she asked.
“I was hoping to get a ride home from the shop. I’m kind of stuck here. Tara took my last truck for Marco to drive around in until his bike was done,” he said.
“Yeah, the bike’s a hit, and I don’t know where either of them are. I haven’t seen your truck, but the staff came back in!” she said excitedly. “If you give me half an hour, I can come after Ben comes back from his break. He can close up.”
“Yeah, great thanks.” He let out a breath of relief. “I thought you would
have been mad that I didn’t show up today, after you left.”
“I would be if it was your job to be here.” She laughed. “But it’s not, and it was extremely selfish of me to just barge into your place of business expecting you to close up shop for me. You’ve always been dependable, even after all this time, I thought of you. So, give me a few minutes and I’ll pick you up. I owe you that much.”
Julian thanked her again before hanging up the phone. He wanted Whitney to be happy she was home, and for them to finally be free to see each other without Tara on the scene.
But he couldn’t help but think that the issues she and Tara seemed to have were because of him. He allowed Tara to manipulate him into a relationship only to find out she was dating him because she thought he was going to be a high-ranking officer in the Shadows.
The motorcycle club had a place in his heart. While he loved being around cars and bikes of all kinds, the politics, and often illegal activities, didn’t sit well with him. He’d told Tara his position on it, but for the first few months of their relationship, she tried to change his mind. Of course that didn’t work. Once she realized it wasn’t going to happen the way she wanted, everything between them deteriorated. Whitney was there for him, but only as a listening ear. That drove Tara crazy and eventually she stopped hiding that she was sleeping with Marco.
There was never an official breakup. When Julian went to visit her the day she had her accident, he discovered Tara had put him on the Do Not Admit list. She refused to see him. He was the only person restricted from visitation.
They were over that day, whether Julian wanted to admit it or not. Then out of nowhere, one of his best friends took off to college without telling anyone. The two women he thought he cared most about, both deserted him within three days of each other. His heart felt like it had been ripped out.
The sound of Whitney honking the horn outside brought him out of his reverie. There was so much he wanted to say to her, and even more that he wanted to do. But for now, he would have to be okay with getting a ride home.
“You okay, Jules?” Whitney asked nervously. “You look a little down.”
“Just got a lot on my mind. I think I just need to get some rest,” he told her nonchalantly.
There was a lot more he wanted to say but there was a feeling in the pit of his stomach that made him keep his mouth shut. They would have to clear the air soon.
***
Whitney couldn’t believe how easily she pulled off being happy when she spoke to Julian. Technically, she had a stellar day at the bar so she had every reason to be exuberant and bright, but when he got in the car, her mood died down at once.
She wanted t0 ask him what was on his mind, but her apprehension came back when she remembered Tara was at his shop today. The evil little witch hadn’t shown her face all day, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t sunk her claws into Julian.
The drive to his house was silent for the most part. Pulling up to the address, she realized they were only a few houses down from her mother’s place.
“Couldn’t get too far away from home, huh?” she joked. Whitney wanted more than anything for the tension to go away. She was sure Julian could feel it too.
He smiled at her. “Yeah, it was a great deal when it popped up on the market. Let’s me stay nearby whenever your mom needs help around the house. We all know how useful my Dad is. Um, you want to come inside?”
“Sure.”
The smile that spread across his face was sweet and endearing. She got out of the car and followed him up to the ranch style home. It wasn’t big with its two bedrooms and small kitchen, but it was cozy. The chill in the air she normally felt when stepping into her mother’s house, wasn’t there, and thankfully neither was Duke.
“You never had anyone here living with you?” she asked absentmindedly, walking around the open living space.
Julian went into the kitchen. “You want a beer?”
Whitney thought about her day. One beer couldn’t hurt.
Half a case later, they were sitting together on Julian’s couch reminiscing about their childhood together, and even their budding romance. Whitney couldn’t forget how she felt when they first met. Both awkward with their hormones raging, not too much of a stretch from what she was feeling in that moment.
“I’ve missed this,” Julian said to her, moving closer.
Whitney’s heart fluttered as the space between them shrunk. “You mean the goofy, teenage, can’t control myself, feeling?”
“No.” His hand stroked the side of her face. “This.”
Julian brought her face close to his, kissing her tenderly at first. As the passion between them grew, their bodies reacted as if they’d been craving one another. Soon, there were clothes flying off and Julian was pushing Whitney onto her back on his couch. The look in his eyes, as his gaze travelled the length of her body was magnetic. His hands followed wherever his eyes went. She could feel him playing with her nipples before allowing his mouth to then follow his fingertips.
It didn’t take long for his fingers to reach her slit. Sliding one inside, he brushed her G-spot. Whitney’s back arched into him as he fingered her soft walls with one hand while still fondling her breasts with the other. She wasn’t sure if what they were doing was right, but it certainly felt that way.
Whitney’s first climax was great. Her inner thigh began to tremble as Julian smiled bringing his head down between her legs. The first lap of his tongue over her clit was rougher than she expected but it still made her hair stand on end. Goosebumps prickling all over her flesh was a direct reaction to his tongue. His amazing tongue, that twisted, turned, and slurped at her warm pussy. She came again.
Panting and out of breath, Whitney believed she wouldn’t be able to take much more. The pleasure was incredible as Julian fingered her and licked her simultaneously. The orgasms were rolling in waves, continuously, with every one stronger than the last.
By the time Julian had his fill, he brought his head up slowly toward hers, leaving a trail of kisses behind him. She smiled and he grinned seductively as he pressed his hardened tip at her lips. Rubbing the smooth head between her folds made Whitney close her eyes in pleasure.
The strength and thickness of his cock sliding inside of her for the first time made her gasp for air. He moaned. She grabbed at his back, reaching under his arms and dragging her nails down his shoulder blades until she reached his waist.
She looked up at him just as he rolled his hips, and pushed himself deep inside of her. They moved rhythmically together on his couch. It seemed like time slowed down with every thrust into bliss. She felt him arch his back as he continued to move in and out of her as if they were two pieces to a jigsaw puzzle that finally fit together.
The questions circling her mind in that moment were endless, but her thoughts were silenced when he bent down, wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in closer to him. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest. Their racing pulses were in sync, as he dug himself deeper and deeper inside of her walls. It was as if he was trying to touch her very soul.
As sweet as this it was, there was a side to Whitney that she wanted to show him. She groaned and pulled his face closer to hers so that she could whisper in his ear, “I need you to fuck me, Jules.”
The words were like striking a match near a can of gasoline. He didn’t hesitate as he pulled back from her. Whitney smirked as she spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, giving him room. He pressed his palms on the couch beneath her, anchored his arms against her waist, pulled his cock out slowly and then pushed inside of her faster, quicker than she anticipated. The thrust made her cough and made him laugh, but Whitney she was ready for a wild ride. She took every inch of Julian’s long dick into her with excitement and ecstasy.
The room grew hotter. Sweat began to coat their bodies. Julian pumped into her faster and faster until he was ready to come. He barely had time to pull out as he thrust in her one last time before reaching his climax.
He pulled out of her. “Holy shit,” he gasped and trotted off down the hall to what she assumed was the bathroom.
Whitney was stuck. She lay on her back with one leg over the top of the couch and the other stretched out. She didn’t want to move and as a matter of fact, she was gearing up for another round.
Julian returned with a warm towel and he wiped his juices off of her. She’d never had any guy do that for her. Julian was special, thoughtful and considerate. It made her wonder where he’d gotten those qualities from because Duke didn’t possess them at all. But her thoughts wouldn’t let go of the guilt over what she’d done. She knew that it would come out eventually and after what they’d just done, she’d rather tell him now than wait for Tara to tell him later.
Breaking the silence of their bliss, Whitney spoke softly into the dimly lit room. “I have something to tell you. I just have to be honest about this, and it’s not easy for me,” she continued, “You know this thing between Tara and me?”
Julian sat up on the couch. “Yeah, what about it?”
The nerves trickling down her spine made Whitney hesitant, but the liquid courage she’d been imbibing gave her everything she needed to be completely honest. “I did something terrible, Jules.”
“What could you have possibly done to her?”
“About a week before her accident, I was at the bar doing a favor for Pawpaw. I heard some noises coming from the back office, and went to check it out. I saw her and Marco in there having sex. I wanted to tell you, but you were so in love with her, I thought I could talk to her about it. When I confronted her and told her what I saw, she took a swing at me. We tussled for a bit, and she got in two good hits, but when I pushed her away, she tripped into the bikes and the one landed on her.” Whitney refused to look him in the eyes as her voice cracked and a tear trickled down her cheek. “The worst part about it was, I went to see her in the hospital to apologize and I overheard one of the doctors saying, ‘You should be able to get pregnant again’. When I went inside the room, she looked fine, but I wasn’t. I was a mess. I begged her to forgive me and said I never meant for anything like that to happen. All she did was stare at me and tell me that I was the reason you weren’t gonna be a dad. I’m sorry Julian.”