Her kiss alone could make me hard…her tiny tongue velvety soft swayed perfectly with mine. I dreamed of kissing her so many nights and got off frequently thinking about us being together. So her rubbing herself against me like this was better than my hand. The way she moved her hips, grinding them against me. What I hated most though was not being able to see her face, she hid it and I didn’t like it. Then for no reason, she started giggling at me.
As I opened my eyes, I realized I was dreaming or at least sleeping and dreaming, but thank God she was still here. Her little eyes gazed up at me with a mischievousness that made me smile. Then I realized she WAS touching me…I was rock hard beneath her hand and ready to explode.
“Baby…” I groaned. “What are you doing?”
The grip of her hand was perfect and the rhythm she set was going to send me over the edge. That felt waaaay better than my hand had ever felt.
She didn’t answer…only giggled again. Her playing with my pecker and giggling wasn’t exactly the reaction I wanted from her.
“What the hell is so funny…ahhhh!” I moaned and I neared exploding with the quickening of her hand.
“You’ve been asleep for a while and this has been fun. You’ve been stirring and moaning. Were you dreaming?” she asked.
I never thought a hand could feel this incredible. We hadn’t had sex since she’d been here but at that moment I decided that I’d take her hand for a lifetime if that’s all I could have. It was building…inside of me and I was going to blow.
“Baby…let me finish inside of you…please. It’s been so long.” I’m sure begging wasn’t a romantic seduction, and at this rate I would come the minute the tip was in, but I needed her.
She rose up onto her knees never lessening in her attack and smiled. “Nope. You’ve done me twice while you’ve gone without; this is for you,” she whispered then ducked beneath the covers.
“Aaaaah! Emmmm,” I almost shouted as her mouth replaced her hand. “Baby, be careful because I’m already there. It’s not gonna take me…ahhh,” I decided to shut the hell up and enjoy this ride. I didn’t know what the future held, but this moment would go down in the books.
“Zach,” she said, her hand going back to work. “Remember when you asked me to come for you?”
“Yeeesss,” I hissed.
“It’s your turn,” she whispered, and with those words and her warm mouth…I did.
“Hank!” I yelled as we walked in around the noon hour.
Hank met us with a smile. It was the first time I’d seen him since being caught in the back room with Emma. I’m sure she was embarrassed, so I hoped he didn’t say anything.
“I see someone took his happy pill today,” Hank joked and she smiled, which thrilled me. “It’s a bit early even for you, Mr. Owens.”
“It’s never too early when someone is turning 21,” I said pointing at her.
Hank eyeballed me. “Young lady, I served you beer two nights ago.”
“I’m sorry, Hank.”
“Oh Hank! You know when we are that close we just round up,” I added.
Hank shook his head. “Too bad the police don’t see it that way. It’s fine. It was one beer. But what can I get you today sweetheart?”
Emma shook her head. “My birthday isn’t until tomorrow.”
One eyebrow rose high on Hank’s forehead and he glared at me.
“Easy tiger,” I said holding up my hands. “Tomorrow is her special day. That is right, but I want her to have a great day tomorrow. I don’t want her drunk and I don’t want her hung-over. So…it’s noon. We are going to get a good buzz going, let her sleep if off and be ready for a fun time tomorrow.”
Hank simply stared at me like I was foreign and he didn’t understand the language.
“We didn’t drive Hank. And bottom line, I could go buy the alcohol myself, but this atmosphere is more fun. Please.”
We both watched him as he reached behind the bar, set a shot glass down, filled it with something clear, put a lime on top and slid it toward her.
“Happy Birthday, Emma,” he said. “A shot of patron on me. In Helsinki, Ireland you’re 21.”
She curled up her cute little nose and took the glass. Hank poured himself and me something too and we clinked glasses and downed the liquor. Em and I sat in the corner, listening to Journey that I played, which Hank laughed at, but funny thing is…I didn’t care that he laughed at me. No one could take away this feeling inside.
Sam and Dylan showed up about an hour later—and Emma was goofier than I’d expected drunk. I’d never seen her this drunk and knowing I was sharing her 21st birthday with her was unbelievable.
By 2:00, Emma and Sam were bellowing out songs.
“R-e-s-p-e-c-t, find out what it means to me…” they sang in unison as Hank covered his ears and openly laughed.
I carefully monitored who was watching and who wasn’t. When a girl was drunk she lost most inhibitions and was never aware of her surroundings. It was my responsibility to be aware of who was watching her. Though I wasn’t sure what the future held, tonight, she was mine to guard and I would fiercely protect her by any means necessary. Fortunately, the only guy intently staring at her was Leon—and he was about 70 and by this time of the day was drunk. So as much as I would have beaten the shit out of someone else for staring like he was, I let it ride.
By 3:00, both Emma and Sam were hammered. At the jukebox she played Journey’s “Don’t Stop Believing” and started swaying. The simple sway of her hips was erotic as hell. She turned and faced me then ran her hands up through her hair while beginning to dance. Two bikers walked in the door at that moment and like a pit bull, my teeth bared. They put quarters on the pool table.
Even though her moves, which resembled a stripper on a pole (but without pole), made me harden in my shorts, I didn’t need anyone else to harden. I’d been drinking too, and though I think if she were in Jeopardy I could take on the world, I didn’t want to take that chance. When she finally caught the biker’s attention, I casually walked toward her eyeballing them. They looked away. We all glanced toward the door when it opened.
Sophia…shit! She of course looked like her normal hot self and thankfully drew the attention of the bikers. Not noticing me in the bar, she went straight to the backroom door. Hank shook his head and pointed over to me. Note to self: punch Hank later.
Her gaze flickered over the people I was with, landing on Emma then back to me. She held up a baggie with two pills in it, and I shook my head from side to side. The moment she started toward me, I felt sick.
“Hey Sugar?” she said reaching out for me. I grabbed her wrist squeezing it slightly.
“Don’t touch me, Soph. I’m with someone now.”
The baggie was in front of my face. “That’s fine if you don’t want me but don’t leave Molly.” Molly is what she called the ecstasy. “You and Molly always get along and it usually makes you want me a little more,” she added in a seductive voice, stuffing the two pills in the front pocket on my shirt
The bikers were back to watching Emma, but Dylan danced with her trying to obstruct their view, clearly having my back while I dealt with this.
“Listen Soph. I’m serious. I’m done with all of it.”
Her lips pulled up to one side. “It’s been like four days since you last used lover boy. She’s changed you in four days? You sound pretty pussy whipped, Zach.”
Coming from her this only made me chuckle. It pissed Sophia off to no end that I’d never touched her. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand. I’ve always been hers. For the past six years, only hers.”
“What are you doing here?” Emma said from behind me. I swiveled around taking her hand.
Sophia snickered and my heartbeat accelerated. I could protect Emma from almost anything but Sophia was bad fucking news.
“I’m talking to Zach.”
Though drunk, Emma’s baby blues darted up to mine and I smiled at her trying to reassure her.
“
I don’t think he needs anything from you any more,” she said softly, slurring her words a bit.
An uneasy feeling settled over me as anger boiled in Sophia’s eyes. She reached toward me and patted my front pocket.
“He’s got everything he needs, right there,” she said.
Confusion colored Emma’s eyes as she retrieved the baggie, her wide-eyed gaze held pain that even alcohol couldn’t mask.
“She put that in there Em, I swear. I said no.” With that, she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed me.
“Sophia. I got the cock sucking covered and you can take this shit with you.”
Em held the baggie out to her and Sophia took it—fire spewing from her eyes. Even with an unsettled feeling, I was happy when she turned and left.
Throwing her arms around my shoulders, Emma pressed her body next to mine. I wrapped my arms around in return and lifted her feet off the ground carrying her back to my territory. Sam was nearly passed out at the table.
“Maybe we should get out of here,” Dylan suggested.
I nodded but Emma had something else on her mind. Her hand grazed right over my junk and I reared back glaring at her. She giggled and kissed the base of my neck. Her little tongue running along my skin made me swallow hard and nod again at Dylan. His suggestion sounded better and better.
“Kiss me,” she said. I pecked her quickly as I motioned at Hank for the tab. “No baby…kiss kiss me,” she almost begged.
“I will baby. Give me a minute,” I whispered giving Hank my credit card. Her hand was there again cupping me fully this time and I snickered. “I think we should have left two drinks ago,” I chuckled to Dylan. Sam was up now and walking…if you could call it that. I moved Emma’s hand.
“Let’s go to the back room,” she proposed. “I want you.”
Though this was music to my ears, I was taking her drunken ass home.
“Hey Emma,” Dylan said. “What happened in the back room the other night when you yelled?”
“Shut the hell up Dylan,” I snipped.
She giggled. “Does he know?”
“Do I know what?” Dylan asked with a broad ass smile that I wanted to slap off his face.
“Dylan!”
“We were fooling around,” she laughed.
“Em. Stop talking.”
We were in the parking lot now and Dylan helped Sam walk while I carried Em.
“It sounded like you were hurt Emma. Did Zach hurt you?”
“Dylan, I swear to God, I will fucking punch you when we get home.”
Dylan laughed out loud and I couldn’t help but chuckle myself.
Good thing we were only a block from Panchas because she nuzzled her nose into my chest giggling as I walked. Every piece of me loved this bundle of life in my arms. There was a damn red devil standing on one shoulder telling me to take her hot ass home and make her mine in the one way I knew how; yet on the other shoulder—stood the likes of my mother telling me to tuck her into bed and hold her as she drifted off to sleep. The violating her scenario was much more appealing to my lower half.
Even though she was still tiny, my arms burned from carrying the near 100 pounds as we walked and when Dylan opened the door, I realized she was close to asleep or passed out. I went directly to our bedroom, laying her on the bed. She stirred as I pulled her teeny little halter top over her head, unfastened her bra, then slid my t-shirt over her head. It took an act of God not to touch her in some way—caress the swell of her breast, kiss her abdomen, trace the triangle at the base of her throat…but I didn’t. When I removed her shorts—she squirmed and giggled again but only long enough to roll over and bury her face in my pillow. I sat there for the longest time and watched her…studied her…literally worshiped her. The thought of her being here was still almost foreign, but it was unequivocally the best feeling in the entire world. For the moment, she was mine.
When I heard the retching, I flew out of bed. The bed was empty next to me and it didn’t take me long to realize what was happening. It was only 10p.m., which is what I was banking on. By her birthday evening, she would have gotten drunk, hung over and then feel better.
The light was bright when I rounded the corner. Seeing her hang on the rim of the toilet, I was glad I took the time before crashing to clean the bowl and the floor. Anticipating what the night would hold, I couldn’t bear the thought of her grossing out in my bathroom.
Vomit had the most putrid smell. But when I grabbed her hair out of her hand and the overwhelming liquor smell mixed with stomach acid hit me, I didn’t mind, I’d do anything for her.
“You ok baby?” I asked.
She nodded with spit dangling from her mouth. Even now she was so stinking cute. I yanked toilet paper off the roll and wiped her mouth.
“Go back to bed,” she said with a rough voice. But when she lay across my lap, her actions contradicted her words. I wasn’t going anywhere.
I lifted her t-shirt and caressed her back hoping she could find sleep for awhile, but it only took about ten minutes before she flung herself upward and over the bowl. I held her hair again, and by the third time, I pretty much held her because she was so weak.
“Whose idea was this?” she asked, collapsing on my stomach.
I chuckled and closed my eyes.
When I woke up we were both in the same position. I didn’t know what time it was but I lifted her and carried her to the bedroom—only arousing a moan out of her. It was 3:30a.m. Fetching some ibuprofen and a bottle of water, I made her take the pills then climbed in bed next to her.
Chapter 12—Emma—Birthday surprise
That night Panchas was busier than normal, but I had little interest in drinking. Dylan, Sam, a guy she was seeing—Hayden, Zach and I were all playing pool. Zach’s protectiveness over me went about as above and beyond as it could go. I could barely untwist the cap on my beer without him intervening. It seemed to make him happy though.
When I leaned over the pool table to hit the ball, he’d stand behind me since I wore a plaid mini skirt. Then he’d eyeball just about any guy in the bar who looked my way.
Two guys placed quarters on the table. Zach and I were beating Hayden and Sam and it wasn’t as fun playing strangers. Dylan and Zach whispered something between them about seeing them last night, and then they both laughed. Watching him laugh made my heart melt.
“Do you think Sophia will be back tonight?” I asked.
Zach only shrugged. “I doubt it. But I’ll handle her if she does.”
“Eight ball in the side pocket,” Zach called out and when the ball fell, Sam pouted. Hayden wrapped his arm around her neck and kissed the top of her head.
One of the guys grabbed the quarters to release the balls, then the other started racking them. Both were well built. One wore a skullcap, as if he rode a motorcycle here. The other wore faded well-worn jeans with bike boots. I had a feeling two motorcycles sat outside. The cuter one with the boots glanced up at me and smiled. I offered a tight smile then found Zach talking to Dylan. They moved toward the table and Zach extended his hand for the stick, so I handed it to him.
“Dylan and I are going to play,” Zach said tilting his head toward Dylan. Whew! I was glad.
The guy who I’d just exchanged glances with cleared his throat. “We uh…thought we’d be playing you two,” he said darting his index finger back and forth between Zach and me.
Zach shook his head and smiled. “Nah. She’s tired of playing.”
I wondered if Zach knew the guys because I wasn’t tired. I trusted his judgment. The cute guy shot a look in my direction. This time I didn’t smile; I looked away.
“So we are playing you two?” the other guy asked.
Dylan finished his beer and nodded. “That’s right.”
“How about a bet?” Cute boot boy asked.
Zach centered the cue ball on the felt as he eyed the guy then flicked a glance in Dylan’s direction. Dylan smiled and I wondered if they’d done this before.
“Su
re,” Zach replied. “How much did you have in mind?”
The hot guy closed one eye and twisted his head. “No money actually. I was thinking…her?”
I didn’t know what he meant but panicked when I saw Dylan hand Sam his stick then he positioned his hand on Zach’s chest.
“What the fuck did you say?” Zach’s voice seemed to ricochet off the walls, and Hank came out from behind the bar. Hayden came up next to Dylan.
The guy chuckled. “Easy. I simply meant if you all feel as confident as you seem. Then bet her. I’m not talking forever, but perhaps a night.” He smiled when he said that.
Clarity settled over me. Before I could say fuck off myself, Zach’s eyes found mine and the chocolate I loved so much inside was near black and full of the rage that scared me. How he managed to smile was beyond me but I whizzed over there and threw myself in front of him.
“Don’t bro,” Dylan said. “She’s right here.”
The hardened jaw was clenched tightly. I touched it cautiously.
“Fella’s, I’ll cover the two beers, but you all probably need to find a different establishment tonight,” Hank interjected.
I watched them measuring their response and the hot guy looked at me again. I simply shook my head, an internal begging, for him to back down.
“Don’t fucking look at her,” Zach seethed and snapped his pool stick over his knee. Tears immediately filled my eyes. I knew it was because he loved me. I knew it was because he feared losing me. But I couldn’t live in fear of him. In a final attempt, I jumped up, wrapping my arms and legs around him and buried my face in his neck.
“Please don’t do this,” I cried. “Please. I need you and I can’t stay with you like this…”
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