by Alison Mello
After we danced, I led her back to the bathrooms, and while I waited for her in the hall, I pulled out my phone. I’d felt it vibrate multiple times in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see I have five text messages.
April: Hey Joe what are you doing? Call me.
Tiffany: Hey big boy want to have some fun tonight?
Chris: You need to come party with me! There are hot chicks everywhere. Call me!
Jessica: Hey you! Guess who I’m sitting with??? Chris is here. Where are you?
Chris: Get here now! Jessica is looking smokin’ hot tonight and she is wanting your dick.
I deleted each one. I’m not ashamed of my past, but those messages don’t make me sound like a very good guy. What could I say? I’ve always loved sex and have a pretty high sex drive. My looks make it very easy to find willing bed partners. I’ve never lied or gave a woman false hope to get them into bed, and I’ve always been upfront about my intentions.
Some think they can win your heart with their magical pussy, but most just want the same thing—a good time with no strings. Not since Tracey had I wanted someone else. Chloe stepped out of the bathroom, and I moved toward her. Her lips tipped up into a smile, and I began kissing her softly.
Reluctantly, I pulled away from her. I used my thumb to wipe off the lipstick I smudged. I led her back out to our table.
She sang for another half hour before finishing up. People flocked to her, praising her singing. Standing back with her family, I watched as she graciously talked to each person. Her smile was blinding and genuine, and she was really in her element.
We left a short time after that. Her parents walked us out, both hugging and kissing their daughter goodbye.
Now, I watch her stand up straight and lead her cats into the kitchen—I don’t miss the provocative sway of her hips. I lock the front door and then follow her. She smiles at me when I step into the kitchen. I don’t say anything; my eyes just follow her as she moves toward me.
Chloe places both hands on my chest and looks up at me. “Thank you for coming tonight—I loved knowing that you were sitting there watching me.”
My fingers make their way into her hair. I grab it in my fists and yank her head back. Her pupils dilate, and her skin flushes. I bend down and lick her lips—she tries to reach for me with her mouth, but I don’t let her move. The whimper that escapes her lips is turning me the fuck on.
I move her until her back is against the wall, caging her in. Shackling her wrists above her head with one hand, I reach down with the other and very slowly move my calloused hand up her silky smooth thigh. The whole time my eyes never leave hers. I don’t miss the way her carotid beats rapidly in her neck.
I reach her pussy, not missing the wetness there and loving the sexy gasp that leaves her lips. I hit her clit, and she moans.
Chloe tries pulling her hands out of my grasp, but I hold tight. “Unh-unh, baby—I want to play, and you’re going to let me.” Her scent makes my cock even harder, and it’s ready to punch a hole through my pants. “Mmmm…you smell delicious. I need to taste you. Spread your legs for me.”
Chloe’s dress is around her upper thighs so it’s easy for her to spread them. I drop to my knees right there in her kitchen. I spread her lips with my thumbs before dragging my tongue through her damp folds. She moans loudly as I suck her clit between my lips and push a finger inside of her.
She is soaked and so fucking hot right now. Her pussy is trying to suck my finger in deeper as she convulses around it. I begin licking her pussy with vigor, loving the sound of her cries as I push her closer and closer to orgasm. She’s so wet that her juices are running down the palm of my hand as I finger fuck her.
Chloe babbles and cries incoherently as I suck her clit between my lips and suck…hard.
“Oh God!” she cries as her pussy squeezes the fuck out of my finger.
Her orgasm begins to ebb, and she sags against the wall. I stand up. “Climb up, baby.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I put my hands on her ass as she jumps up. Chloe wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my back, and it’s making me hard as fuck.
I carry her through her house and set her on her feet. Her cats are on her bed, so I grab them and set them both outside. “I’m about to defile your mother.” They both look unimpressed as I shut the door in their furry faces.
Chloe laughs softly as I walk toward her. “Did you just tell my cats that you were going to defile me?” While I was doing that, she’d stripped out of her dress and bra, leaving her in her sexy heels.
I can’t speak—all I can do is nod before stalking toward her and tossing her on her bed. She bends her knees and spreads her legs, and I watch as she reaches between her legs and begins rubbing her clit.
“Fuck me, you’re sexy.” I rip my shirt off and quickly rip off my pants. I squeeze the tip of my cock to ease the ache, but it doesn’t help. Climbing onto the bed, I feel like a predator stalking its prey. “Move your hand, Chloe.” Her eyes widen, and she bites her lip. Slowly, she shakes her head. “Are you telling me no?”
“Maybe,” she whispers softly. Her fingers slowly strum her clit.
“You’re a bad girl.” I grab her and flip her over so she’s on all fours. “Cheek to the bed, baby.” Chloe gets into position, and I groan because she’s a fucking sight. My hand gently moves from her upper back down to her juicy ass. I raise my hand and bring it down on the fleshy globe.
She cries out and tries to cover her ass, but I grab her hands and pin them down. “Did you just spank me! You let me go right now, asshole.” I let go and swat her again and then immediately slide my fingers through her sweet honey. Her moan is music to my ears. I swat her again twice in rapid succession and then dip my fingers into her pussy.
I can’t wait anymore. I flip her to her back, then reach into her nightstand drawer to grab a condom. A groan slips past my lips as she wraps her hand around my aching cock. She lets go for me to slip the condom on.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby.” She does what I say, and I see her folds, glistening and hungry for my cock. “Fucking beautiful. Keep your legs just like that.”
I grab her behind her thighs, opening her just a little bit more and then lining my cock up with her entrance. I push inside her excruciatingly slow, letting her feel every inch of me. When I’m finally buried to the hilt, we both groan. “God, you feel good.”
She grabs my face, pulling it down and attacking my lips with hers. She’s by far the best kisser I’ve had. I begin to move slowly in and out of her. She cries into my mouth as my thrusts begin to pick up pace.
I pull out of her and flip her back over to her hands and knees. I grab her hips right before I thrust inside her again, wrapping my arm around her chest and pulling her up to her knees. Her head flies back, and her hands clutch her headboard.
I fuck her hard, holding her tits in both of my hands for leverage. “Give me your mouth.” She turns, and I begin kissing her as I move. She wraps one arm around my neck, cupping the back of my head as we fuck.
I’m close to coming so I move one hand down between her legs, strumming her clit. Chloe pulls her mouth away and cries out. My thrusts become more violent as I feel her pussy ripple around me. “That’s it, Chloe. Let me hear you come.” Her mouth opens, and what sounds like a wail leaves her. She squeezes my dick so hard I have no choice but to follow her over the edge.
When I’m finally spent, I kiss the side of Chloe’s head, smiling when she sags back against me. “You can spank me whenever you want,” she says with a sigh.
I pull out of her, and we both collapse on her bed. Luckily, she has a wastebasket in her room, so I remove the condom, wrap it in a tissue, and throw it out. Chloe is lying on her side watching me; I reach out and brush her hair out of her face. “I didn’t spank you too hard?”
“No. I honestly never thought I would like it, but I did…a lot. Maybe we could try other stuff, too.” She leans into me, burrowing into the spot under my chin. I w
rap my arms tightly around her and snuggle her close.
“Absolutely.” I can’t wait to do lots of stuff with her.
It’s not long after that we both drift off into dreamland.
Chapter Thirteen
Chloe
I walk into the coffee shop by work and get in line. It’s been two weeks since Joe surprised me, and I freaking miss him. Our dates over the two weeks have been phone calls, texts, and video chats. Sometimes we’ll Facetime and just watch TV together. One time he watched me put together a bracelet.
While he was at his parents for dinner, he Facetimed me, and I got to say hi to his mom and dad, his brother and sisters, and of course his niece and nephews. They’re so adorable, and I loved watching Joe with them. Of course I’d never say that it made me a little sad because he would’ve been a great father to our baby.
Last week, Violet texted me, checking in to see how I was doing. Per my request, she sent me a picture of her and her baby belly. She was positively glowing, and her husband is way hot—they looked so happy. Then she shocked the shit out of me.
Violet: I have something I’m going to email you, but you can’t tell Joe. He’d kill me if he found out.
Chloe: What is it? You’re scaring me?
Violet: Oh it’s nothing bad. Five years ago during a dance recital we did a special dance for our grandma and well…Just watch the video
I grabbed my laptop and opened my email. Violet’s email was at the top, and I opened it, clicking on the video link. Tay Tay appears on the stage and introduces the grandkids. “Uptown Funk” plays, and I watch Daisy and Haddie dance around the stage. Then Cari, Lilah, and Abby come out and immediately start dancing.
The big finish comes up, and Violet and…Oh my God, it’s Joe. He and Violet tap dance around the stage, and then they’re joined by everyone else. I couldn’t believe how good he was and was in awe of the way he could look so light on his feet considering how big he is. I closed the lid to my laptop and picked up my phone.
Chloe: OH…MY…GOD!!! I know he’s your cousin, but he’s so hot and he can dance.
Violet: I knew you’d love it. He’s a natural dancer, but he’s always been too cool to do it. I’m serious though don’t tell him you saw that. He tried to destroy all evidence, but I couldn’t let that happen
Chloe: I promise I’ll never let Joe know I saw it. Love you girlie!
Violet: Love you too. Kiss everyone there for me.
I would never tell Violet that I watched his part multiple times later that night and made sure to save it under a fake title.
Work has been great. Hailey’s been on vacation, so I haven’t had to deal with her. I’ve designed one engagement ring and have another that I’ll be starting next week. I reach the counter and order my skinny vanilla latte. My phone dings while I wait for my drink.
It’s a text from Joe.
Joe: I just wanted to tell you good morning, I miss you and I can’t stop thinking about you.
A fluttering feeling begins in my belly, and I can’t help but smile, but that’s no different than any other time he calls, messages, or whatever. I’m falling in love with him, and I’m terrified. The odds are not in our favor, but I can’t stop even if we should. I keep waiting for him to break things off for someone his age, but he seems to be into this whole hog.
Chloe: Good morning, I miss you too and I’m ALWAYS thinking about you.
Joe: Next weekend do you think you could come down here? My mom wants to have you over for dinner and a buddy of mine is having a party and I want you to meet some of my friends.
Chloe: I think I could swing that. This is a good time of year for me to do stuff on the weekends. Carter has a lot going on with his marching band so his weekends tend to be too busy to book any gigs.
Joe: Perfect. I can’t wait to fucking see you. I have to get to work but I’ll talk to you later.
Chloe: Be safe <3 <3
My name is called, and I thank them as I grab my drink. As I head toward the door, I hear my name being called. It’s Elizabeth…fucking great. I don’t really want to deal with this right now, especially before I head to work.
“Hey, Elizabeth, how are you?” I can be polite even if I want to kick something or someone.
“I’m good, but I’ve been worried about you. I want to explain something. I never told my sister what you said—she overheard me tell Reggie what progress I thought you were making, and she twisted it around. I would never betray your trust like that. I’m sad that you think I would, but I can understand why you’d think that.
“Chloe, Hailey’s in rehab. She’s not on vacation. We’ve been desperate for her to get help for a while. I hope you’ll consider coming back to the group.”
Wow, I wasn’t expecting that, and it makes me sad that Hailey was battling demons and I had no clue. “Thank you for telling me that. I really hope she’s getting the help she needs, and I’ll think about coming back.”
“Thank you, and I hope I see you soon.” I watch her walk out of the coffee shop and can only shake my head and then head to work.
Later, I pull up in front of my parents’ home and climb out of my car. As I step onto the front stoop, my dad opens the door. “Hi, honey. This is a nice surprise.” I walk to him and wrap my arms around his waist. “Chloe, are you okay?”
With my cheek resting against his chest, I whisper, “I’m falling in love with him, and I’m terrified.”
I feel him touch his lips to the top of my head. “Come inside—your pops bought that ice cream you like.”
He leads me inside and gets me situated at the breakfast bar. He’s silent while he dishes us up bowls of ice cream and then sets down a bowl in front of me before taking his seat. He’s the one who was there for me the most when I found out the extent of what Trevor had done.
“Why are you scared? Things are going well, aren’t they?” He’s started warming up to Joe more than Pops has.
“Yeah, they are. I guess I’m just worried because he’s a lot younger, and what if he decides I’m too old for him?”
My dad throws his head back and laughs. “Honey, you act like there’s a huge age difference. What is there—a four-, five-year difference?” I hold up seven fingers. “Sweetheart, seven years in the grand scheme of things is nothing. Does he say it’s a problem?” I shake my head. “Okay, then have you told him how you feel?”
“No, because I’m not sure where his head is at. That’s what sucks about being four hours away. I’m going to Beaufort next weekend to have dinner with his parents and go to a party and meet his friends.”
“If you get a chance next weekend, then just talk to him—it can’t hurt to just come right out and tell him how you feel. When you see him, just do whatever feels right.” We both dig into our ice cream, my thoughts on Joe.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you.” I tell my dad about Hailey’s sister, but I don’t tell him about Hailey being in rehab because I’d be no better than her if I shared. I do tell him that she’s on an extended vacation, though.
We finish our ice cream, and then I take my leave, promising to come over for dinner.
***
I’m just pouring a cup of coffee when my front door opens. Carter, followed by Kyle, Robby, and Eli enter my house per usual. Carter’s got a key and he’s been known to just let himself in. Who am I kidding—Eli made a copy of Carter’s key and walks in whenever he wants, too.
Kyle and Robby are cousins and look a lot alike; their dark hair is shaved close to their scalps, and they have the same hazel eyes. They’re both tall and lean, and their only difference is Kyle’s skin tone is dark olive and Robby’s is more peaches and cream. They’re Carter’s age, and they all went to school together.
Growing up with one little brother and three pseudo-little brothers made it hard to date or have friends over because those assholes would torment us relentlessly. My brother isn’t a huge talker, especially around people who aren’t family, but he got the other three to go along with
whatever he planned.
“What’s up, boys? I’m surprised to see you all up so early on a Saturday. Except for you, Kyle—how are Jenny and Jayson? I need to go visit.” He’s the only member of our band that is married, and his son is two. He’s a terror, but he’s cute so I can sometimes forgive him.
Kyle comes forward and kisses my cheek. “Yeah, little man was up at five this morning. I let Jenny sleep and got up with him. They’re great, though, and I know Jenny would love to see you.”
“What are you guys doing here? It’s not that I’m not happy to see you, but I was just curious.”
“We were on our way to have breakfast and wanted to see if you wanted to join us,” Eli says, smiling widely.
“Yeah, grab some coffee and give me ten minutes to get ready.” They’re all grabbing mugs when I leave the kitchen.
In the bathroom, I pull back my hair, wash my face, and put on a little bit of makeup. I take down my hair and brush it out before quickly braiding it. I race across the hall and throw on cut-off jean shorts and a black tank top. I shove my feet into my Nikes and then head back out into the living room where everyone is lounging on my furniture. Ragnar and Lagertha are curled up next to Carter.
“You are the only woman I know that can get ready in less than ten minutes,” Robby says as they all stand up.
“That’s because she loved hitting snooze when we were younger, and if she didn’t want to miss the bus, she had to get ready quick,” Carter says as I grab my purse, and we all head outside. They rode together, so I climb in my car and follow them to our favorite waffle house.
As soon as my car’s in park, Eli’s opening my door for me and helping me out. “You are glowing. Joe looks good on you. I’m sorry I haven’t been very nice to him. No one is ever going to be good enough for you.” He wraps his arm around my shoulders and kisses my temple.