Zandor

by M. J. Fields

  Tiff wasn’t gay, or bi at all. I would know, my brother is bi.

  “I played with nipples today.”

  She squealed and clapped her hands, “Share, oh please share!”

  She was going to flip, “I watched Zandor…”

  “Say his name again.”

  “What? Why?” She was such a goof, I loved her.

  “I like it, it’s hot. What would you say in bed though? Fuck me, Zandor, harder Zandor! OH ZANDOR!’

  “Maybe Z? Fuck me, Z, harder Z, just like that. Smack my ass! Lick my pussy, Zandor Steel. Harder, just like that!” I screamed and we both flew into a fit of hysteric like a couple of teenaged girls.

  We stopped when we heard the knock on the door. “Drew probably forgot his key.” Tiff stood up. “Come in, it’s unlocked!”

  I laid back on the couch and threw a blanket over my head. I knew damn well as soon as he walked back in it was on—again.

  “Oh, I’m sorry…”

  “Zandor…”

  “Real funny Ti…”

  I threw the blanket off my face and sat up and looked up and he was standing there--of course he was standing there.

  I swear I was red instantaneously and had to force my jaw to not fall on the ground.

  “Bekah.”

  “Zandor.”

  As soon as I said his name Tiffany started to giggle. I looked at her and gave her the look of death. I swear his eyes were dancing, there was no way he didn’t hear that. Oh God, my life was over, so over. I was so…

  “I spoke to a friend on the phone. He owns an auto shop and wants a tattoo. He’ll be at the shop to work on your car in the morning, after that you can give him a tattoo.”

  “I’m not ready to do that.” It came out a little louder than I expected, so yes I yelled at my boss.

  He suppressed a grin again, “I think you underestimate your abilities, Bekah…” Tiffany started giggling again and I just wanted to crawl under the table and hide. “Do you think she’s capable…?”

  “Tiffany.” She smiled and reached out to shake his hand. “I would say yes, you’ve been umm, mentoring the hell out of her for two weeks now.”

  He gave a silent chuckle. “She’s a good student.”

  They both looked at me, silence, not good.

  “Is there something I can do for you?”

  The way he looked me up and down slowly made me a little uncomfortable, not like eww gross but the look that makes me want to say fuck this diet!

  “Keys, Bekah,” he reached his hand out and I looked at his fingers.

  Tiffany giggled again and I quickly grabbed my bag and pulled out my keys, “Of course, sorry.”

  “Nothing to be sorry about.” His hand slid across mine a little slower than probably necessary when he took the keys. Maybe I was just thinking, wishing, desiring….

  “Can you get her to work, Tiffany, or should I pick her up?”

  “Well I am very busy tomorrow, I don’t think…”

  “I can walk. Thanks again, Zandor,” I needed him to get out of here before Tiffany snickered, or acted any more idiotically.

  “It’s five miles…” I started to interrupt and he held his hand up, “See you at nine. Goodnight ladies.”

  He was out the door before I could even argue. Tiffany started to laugh and I covered her mouth and dragged her beside me to the front window. I wasn’t gonna let go until I saw him get in his car and pull away.

  As soon as he was in his Baby, I let go of Tiff’s mouth and she lost it and snorted her tiny ass off. I was mortified and sat on the couch.

  “Oh God do you think he heard us?” I really needed her to be, well, not like Tiffany right now.

  But she wasn’t. She laughed so hard she was holding her stomach as she fell on the couch in hysterics.

  “Maybe he didn’t.” I covered my face knowing full well he heard us. The walls in this place were paper thin. That’s why Tiffany had fuck music cranking every night, so no one could hear her and her Dates.

  She wiped the tears off her face and let out a deep breath. “He’s fucking hot, Bek.”

  “He’s my boss, Tiff,” I reminded her.

  “Doesn’t matter. You didn’t do him justice…”

  “I told you he was hot!”

  “Yeah, but not that hot, not smokin’ hot, on fire. Shit my eyes were almost burning just looking at him.”

  “Did you see his eyes? Definitely has the best eyes, sandy brown with cinnamon specks. His bottom lip is so suck-able.”

  “Dark hair short on the side, floppy handle bar locks on the top. He’s fucking built too. You can tell. I wonder what he’s hiding under that shirt?”

  “He has a lot going on under there,” I smirked.

  “Oh yeah? I knew it, you’ve fallen off the Diet wagon haven’t you?” I started to explain but she interrupted. “You feasted on that body. Damn! I should have known by the way he looked at you. He was fucking you with his eyes the whole time!”

  “No! Wrong, that didn’t happen. I pierced his nipple, he had to take his shirt…”

  “You what! Oh my God this just keeps getting better. Wait don’t tell me, we need wine for this.”

  “It wasn’t a big deal. He talked me through it….”

  “No damn it please make this story a good one. Describe how it all went down, details girl!”

  After an hour she was satisfied with my story. She was however not accepting that he was not interested in me. I mean I wasn’t really either, but I had made-up romantic notions by the bundles over the guys I had slept with over the years. Well until Dex. That was kind of it. No more romantic notions about being the love of someone’s life, the apple of their eye, center of their world. There was no prince to come to my door toting a glass slipper, or a beast to be tamed by my love. Not for me, not ever. You know what, that’s fine with me. I was alright with who I am—finally.

  ~

  I tried my hardest to fall back asleep. I wanted the dream to continue. Oh dear God, please just five more minutes. I needed this damn dream to continue! It was the hottest dream about a certain tall, dark, sandy brown eyed, suckable bottom lipped, piece of man candy, I had ever seen.

  I heard someone outside my door. Tiffany probably had an early morning date. I pulled the covers up tight and covered my head with my Henry pillow. Henry’s my body pillow. I wrap myself around him, or it at night. Yes his name is Henry after Henry Cavell. My go-to guy when the pressure mounts up enough that I have to pull out Edward. Yes Edward Cullen—well not really him but my vibrating toy that’s named after the vampire who completely made me believe that kind of love existed. And yes, I picture his face when I get off. Yes, I masturbate to the picture of Edward Cullen. Don’t judge there’s something very naughty about him, well not him the vibrator or him the image, him as in Robert Pattinson. He’s got sex appeal, and that very hot British accent. Fuck Jacob, I want Edward!

  I snuggled Henry tight and thought about Zandor. I knew I was pushing it with time since Tiff was already up so I scooted my ass to the edge of my very comfy bed and reached over pulling out the drawer of my nightstand, or as I like to think of it, Cullen Manor. I wasn’t willing to uncover my head so I pulled out the drawer and blindly reached inside. The little bastard was at the back of the manor so I reached farther.

  “Fuck!” I whipped the covers off and sat up and reached in deeper when I heard someone clear their throat.

  I jumped up when I saw him. “You need some help?”

  Oh why, why, why!

  “What are you doing here?” I didn’t mean to snap but I was really embarrassed and thank God, Edward was hiding on me CAN YOU IMAGINE? “Yes, no…”

  “Which is it, Bekah?” He started walking toward me and I slammed the door to Cullen Manor.

  He was enjoying himself, eyes dancing, and smirk trying to play on his lips, that cocky fucker!

  “Bekah, you have a hard time making up your mind all the time?”

  “Nope. I don’t need your help.
I need a shower, can you give me five minutes?” I threw the blankets on my bed and looked back at him.

  He was checking me out! Not imagining things either. From my toes to my eyes he raked my body.

  “Your roommate is entertaining. Do you have a robe, Bekah?”

  Oh my God. I was in a damn thong and tank! No wonder he was checking me out. I quickly grabbed my robe and threw it over my body. That poor man.

  “I’ll wait while you shower.” I swear I heard a growl escape his chest when he left my room.

  Stupid girl, stupid romantic notions. Stupid panties getting stupid wet thinking about that stupid man.

  I walked out and Drew and Tiff were at the breakfast bar. I gave her the dirtiest look I could come up with, she was gonna pay for it. I swear to God she was in sooo much trouble. Why that little twit pushed me was beyond me!

  I looked at the clock in the bathroom, he was ten minutes early. What a way to wake up.

  GOD!

  Momma Gonna Knock me out

  Zandor

  “She’s not a morning person?” I smiled at her roommate.

  “Actually, she usually is. The past couple weeks…” She squealed when her boyfriend picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.

  “Nice to meet you, Zandor. I’m Drew by the way.” He held out his hand and I shook it. “I’m gonna go get Tiffany ready for her day.”

  He started walking down the hall and Tiffany squeezed his ass and then waved at me as he turned to shut the bedroom door behind them.

  The apartment was pretty cool. Brick walls, exposed pipes running across the ceiling, low-hung large windows, and wall-mounted radiator heating. It was clearly an old building that had been loved and maintained and had survived Sandy.

  I heard the bathroom door open behind me and I glanced at the mirror hanging on the wall. I watched through it as she threw a little silent tantrum behind my back in amusement. I didn’t want her to stop. She was wrapped in that black robe, mock stomping her feet and hands fisted. Feisty little kitty. I was gonna tie her up, render her motionless. Take every delicious inch of those tits in my mouth and then fuck her senseless.

  She must have noticed me watching her because she stopped. “Go get ready, Bekah. We’re already late.”

  Her mouth snapped shut and she stormed past me into her room and slammed the door. As luck would have it, the door didn’t latch. You bet your ass I took full advantage. I watched her bend over and had to force myself not to walk in there and take that ass. Fuck, it’s a nice ass, round, full, delicious. I wanted to bite it, lick it, suck it, and fuck it. I wanted that ass more than I wanted my next breath.

  FUCK! I was doing real well until that. Two mother fucking weeks of restraint, two weeks of smelling that sweet peach scent in the air every time she was near. Two weeks of keeping my shit together.

  She stepped into a pair of underwear and pulled them up. She reached for her pants. My cock stood at immediate attention when I saw the ‘S’ splayed across that already spectacular vision. It may stand for Superman but my dick didn’t know that. He thought that stood for Steel, as in my last name, as in she was already mine, marked for me right now. I had to get the hell out of here.

  “I’ll be in the car!”

  Fuck, fuck, fuck. I slammed the door and tried real hard to stop my cock from going full on steel.

  ~

  She got in and shut the door. “Sorry.”

  She was breathy like she rushed. She sure didn’t look like she rushed. Fuck!

  “Yeah, seat belt.” I looked over at her and I swear she looked hurt, but that changed real quickly to a scowl.

  “No big deal…”

  “I really could have walked,” she whispered, opening her bag and pulling out another bag.

  She pulled down the visor. “No mirror?”

  “Nope, what do you need that shit for anyway?”

  “Make-up?”

  I nodded.

  “I’m a girl.”

  “So you cover your face?”

  “Says the guy with tattoos.”

  “That’s art, Bekah.”

  She opened those baby blues wide as she penciled under her eyes. “So is this. Making the eyes pop a bit.”

  “You don’t need that shit.”

  She looked over at me. “I do.”

  “Hmm.”

  She pulled out that black shit Kat caked on, except she didn’t cake it, she swiped twice on the upper and once on the lower lash. Yeah they popped, so did my cock. I’m gonna piss Momma off if I fuck this girl, but there was something about her. So I’m definitely gonna piss Momma off when I fuck this girl.

  She pulled out lipstick.

  “Doesn’t that taste like shit?” I asked.

  She put it against her lips, circled around them once and glanced out of the corner of her eyes at me, watching. I wanted my cock in her mouth so bad right now.

  “Nope. It’s actually flavored.”

  Mmmm, I got a flavor for you, Kitten.

  I couldn’t say shit to her right now so I turned on the radio. Demons by Imagine Dragons was playing. She started humming and shoved her makeup bag in her other bag. Women and their bags.

  She seemed to be digging this tune so I reached up to turn it up and she was already on it. So now my hand’s covering hers on the knob. She started to jerk her hand away and my natural instinct to control kicked in. I turned it up, my hand covering hers and very slowly let go, fuck her skin was soft.

  I looked over and she was looking at me wide eyed.

  “You like this song.”

  “Is there something you need to tell me? Are you like…do you have mental health issues?”

  I laughed loud making her eyes widen in confusion. When I didn’t stop she looked pissed.

  “I’m serious, you’re pretty…I don’t know. I was real excited about working here. At the interview you seemed like y’all would be fun to work with, but you’re…”

  “I’m what?” Yeah, enough with the fun now I needed to know what it is I was.

  “Fucking confused! Frankly you’re a dick…”

  “Ladies don’t talk like that, Bekah. And yeah I think I heard all about me and my dick last night when you and your roommate…”

  “Oh hell no! We’re not…”

  “Zandor. Oh Zandor!”

  “She started it!”

  “She started it huh? What are you, twelve?”

  “Fuck…”

  “Ladies don’t…”

  “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! You’re a crazy ass!”

  I pulled over quick and threw my Baby in park and turned to her, “You’ll reserve that language for the bedroom, Bekah. Ladies don’t talk like that.”

  “Fuck…” I covered her mouth because if she said it one more time I was gonna drag her ass out of the car and bend her over the hood and nail her.

  Touching her mouth gave me instant steel. I grabbed the back of her head and fisted her still-damp blonde locks and pulled her head back. Her breath on my hands was hot and she wasn’t fighting me. She grabbed my wrists as I tilted her head to the side. Fuck what the hell was I thinking? Not like this.

  “You need to fix that.” I let go of her and pointed to her fake-ass tattoo.

  “What?” her voice squeaked.

  “The rose, it’s fading.”

  She looked down at her chest and her face turned red.

  I pulled out onto the street trying to settle myself down. She was doing the same damn thing.

  When we pulled in, Justice was standing next to her Honda. “You good?”

  Her head swung around and she was pissed. “Fu…”

  “Don’t you even dare, Bekah.”

  “Who do you think you are?” she sneered.

  I opened the door and got out, “Hey man, thanks for doing this.” I tossed him her keys.

  She got out, glared at me, and then smiled sweet as hell at him. “Thanks so much…”

  “Justice.” He reached his hand out and she shook it. “So yo
u’re gonna ink me?”

  “Sure am, whatcha having done?”

  “Well I was thinking about starting my sleeve but now I’m thinking…”

  “Whatever you want. I’ll fix you right up.”

  She was flirting with him, fucking flirting!

  “Oh yeah? You do piercings?”

  “Justice darlin’ I do piercings. I’ll be nice and…”

  “Bekah, we need to get the shop opened up.” I wasn’t liking this shit.

  “Oh, I thought I was here early to do Justice here?” She smiled real big at him.

  “Justice, we’ll see you inside. Let’s go, Bekah.”

  I motioned for her to go ahead and she rolled her eyes and walked ahead of me.

  “The code is…”

  “I know the code!” She snapped as she punched it in.

  “How do you…”

  “You told me last night. I’m not Fu…”

  “I am warning you about using that word. Ladies don’t talk like that, Bekah.”

  “Good thing I’m not a lady.” She pushed open the door and walked in quickly and punched the code in on the panel just inside the door.

  “Really, you’re not a lady?”

  She turned and walked closer and looked up at me. “I’m gonna look for another place of employment.”

  Oh shit, I’d done it now. Keep your cool. “And why is that?”

  “You’re an ass. A gigantic ass. You joke around and seem to be a real cool guy with everyone around here, except for me.”

  “Look, you needed to be trained properly, Bekah! You wanna talk about portraying yourself differently. You come in here, late for your interview, sweet as pie and all smiles, we picked you over twenty others…”

  “Then there should be no fucking…” she avoided my hand covering her mouth again by grabbing my hand, she was quick. “I’ll give you two weeks. But you keep your hands away from my mouth.”

  She didn’t let go.

  “You have fake-ass tattoos all over you, Bekah.” She immediately started turning red. “Yes, Bekah I noticed. I don’t think anyone else did, so before you throw in the towel here think about why you did that. You want this, you’re very capable. You’re trained. You only have a couple things left to learn. You don’t look like a quitter. You don’t look like someone who runs from what they want.”