“Honey, if you have heard about me, then you should know I don't come around twice.” Without looking back, I walk out of the door and hop into my truck.
***
I head over to the shop for my ten o'clock appointment. Summer will be in today to pick up the keys to the Mustang her mom had dropped off yesterday. There is so much that I want to say to her. I want a chance to explain why I broke things off the way I did all those years ago. I feel after all the time that has passed, it will be a good opportunity to clear the air between us. I miss my best friend. I think about all those summers we spent together growing up and the fact that Summer is the only woman in my life who ever really knew me. Our senior year we used to sneak up to the football field. We would lay under the stars, her head on my chest, and I would play with her hair while we talked for hours on end. We talked about our dreams, where we would be in ten years, and what we wanted out of life. We talked about real shit. Not just the type of conversation to fill an awkward silence. I had not opened up to anyone else the way I had opened up to her since those days spent in the field. With her, things just came easy.
Summer always seemed to see the best in me. Maybe she was a little naive, but that is what I liked the most about her. She was breathtakingly beautiful. She had the most stunning blue eyes that you could easily get lost in. Her long blonde hair swayed down her back in natural curls. Her body was athletic and toned from years of cheer-leading and track meets.
Her laugh was one of those laughs that was so infectious, you couldn't help but smile. It warmed your heart. She had a power over me unlike any other girl I had ever met. Those full pouty lips drew you in. I still remember the softness of them on mine. She tasted of strawberries and cream. There was no denying that I was smitten back then, but I was also a typical eighteen year old boy who had hit puberty and had nothing but sex on the brain. I couldn't get enough of it from the girls willing to give it up.
Summer was never the kind of girl to sleep around. She was a virgin, and man, how I had wanted to pop her cherry. I wanted to be the first one to see the desire in her eyes, feel her body's response to the pleasure that only I could give her. There was an invisible line between us and I never tried to cross that for fear of pushing her away. The one and only time we had kissed she had been the one to initiate it. Hell, I probably would have ruined her if her pops hadn't stepped in and let me know in no uncertain terms I was not going to fuck over his daughter.
I knew after everything he had done for me, I couldn't ruin his daughter. She wasn't like any of the other girls that came on strong and were willing to jump in the sack the minute I said hello. She deserved so much more and I was at least man enough to admit that I couldn't give her what she deserved. Seeing her brought back too many damn memories. I had almost forgotten what it felt like to be around her. She made me feel shit I did not want to feel. She was dangerous and she didn't even know it.
“Yo, D! What's good man?” Cash looks up as I walk into the shop. Cash is my best friend. He is also my partner in crime with the ladies. I chuckle to myself thinking about how often we would compete with one another for certain girls. Many times, we have been known for laying down some serious cash bets on which one of us would pull a certain chick when we would go out to the clubs. He has some damn good game, I'll give him that. That mother fucker is smooth with the ladies. He definitely gives me a run for my money.
The only difference between us is that he will keep a piece of ass around for a little while before he tosses her back out to the sea of hungry women who had either already had their turn or waiting at the chance. I, on the other hand, only do one night stands. Very seldom is it ever all night. Not unless I fuck up and get too damn drunk like last night. I can't let that shit happen again. It gives the women the wrong idea and I wasn't planning on settling my wild ways for a long time.
“Not much bro. Ready to get on top of shit with this ink. Who is my ten o'clock?” I ask as I set up my work station. I only take a few appointments on Saturdays. I manage to work a half day most weekends and leave the rest of the time for partying.
“Shit...umm. It was a last minute call in. Some chick but I totally forgot her name,” he says as he flips through the appointment book. For all the game he has, Cash isn't the brightest. He is as forgetful as the day is long and I swear he would lose his head if it weren't attached to his body. We once spent an entire hour trying to break into his ride because he had locked his car with his keys still in the ignition. He certainly kept me entertained. That was my boy.
“Alright, I'll be in the back. Just come grab me when my appointment gets here if you don't mind.” I head to the back room to go over the receipts from yesterday. I gather all of them up and place them in an envelope with yesterday's date on them and put them in the brown envelope with the rest of the week's receipts for Marie. She usually comes in on Saturdays to get everything logged into the computer before making the deposit for the week. The bookkeeping system is kind of chaotic, which is why she has decided she needs Summer here rather than at the real estate office she owns. The shop is in desperate need of someone full-time who can manage the administrative end as well as the front desk.
“Your appointment is here. Psst...If you don't get her phone number let me know so I can show you how I work. I might teach you something yet bro.” I shake my head at Cash as I put the envelope in the safe with the deposit bag. We make it a strict policy not to hit on clients. Being professional with the clients in every respect is one rule that we do not waiver on. Even if it is a hot ass chick on your table and your cock is so hard you can barely stand to sit there. Trust me there are those that came in. Usually drunk, flashing tits and ass, getting their first tattoo in a drunken rebellion.
I laugh as I shoot a glance in Cash's direction. “Yeah okay. I do just fine in that department. I don't need your help.”
When I walk out into the lobby, I see Summer sitting in the waiting area. Fuck! She makes my cock rock hard just looking at her. Today she has on a pair of skin tight jeans, black heels, and a halter top that dips low in the front. Too low if you ask me.
“Hey, baby girl. You here to pick up the keys?” When she stands up I almost lose my shit. I have to adjust myself because my jeans are rubbing a little too tight against my throbbing cock. Damn! She is drop dead gorgeous. My eyes land on those full lips. Beautiful red lips that are screaming to be kissed.
“Yeah. My mom said she left them up here for me.” She tilts her head to one side as she catches my eye and she clears her throat. Her eyes dart down to my hand that is situating my cock. “Umm...are you having some issues today?” For the first time in a long time I feel like a little boy who has been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. There is no hiding the thickness of my cock as it stretches against the fabric. I need a cold shower. I need away from her. This shit is ridiculous.
“Well, put some damn clothes on and there wouldn't be fucking issues,” I grumble clearly irritated that she had the nerve to call me out and put me on the spot. I think she is enjoying this shit a little too damn much. Once again she has succeeded in eliciting a response from my cock. It is evident that I will have a perpetual hard on anytime she is around. Summer has grown up in the past eight years, and I am starting to think, there is nothing innocent about her. She knows exactly how to use her body to warrant a response. She is playing with fire and somehow I feel I could be the one who would ultimately get burned.
“I'm sorry, should I wear a nun's outfit? But then, you would probably just think about how easy that would be to raise up over my ass and still find yourself between a rock and a hard place. No pun intended!” She laughs hysterically. She is definitely fucking enjoying this.
“Damn! That was a burn if I ever heard one. She's got you all figured out, D,” Cash laughs from behind us. He has been sitting there watching the interaction between us with pure fucking enjoyment. Summer giggles and then her cheeks begin to display a hint of a rosy colored blush.
“Hey I'
m Cash, since D doesn't have any manners,” he introduces himself to Summer as he makes his way to the front waiting area.
“Nice to meet you. I'm Summer. Marie's daughter.” She flutters her eye lashes and takes too fucking long shaking Cash's hand. She is actually fucking flirting with him right in front of me. She glances in my direction and flashes a grin before she releases Cash's hand. She allows her fingers to graze his, while never unlocking her eyes from mine. I stand there speechless. What the hell kind of game is she playing?
“Oh shit. That Summer,” he glances over in my direction as he jerks his hand back and crams it down into the pocket of his jeans.. I have talked to him on occasion about Summer. He knew enough about us to know that she is off limits to anyone in the shop. Well, she is off limits to anyone period. I am protective and as far as I am concerned if she isn't in my bed she damn sure isn't going to be in some strangers. It was one thing when she lived in New York but she came back to my city and I am not going to watch her parade around town with anyone.
“Dude, don't you have work to do?” I snap.
“Well, from the way she is looking, I might have to work her up.” Cash laughs and makes his way back to his work station. Okay maybe I am a little too annoyed. That fact is not lost on Cash.
“So, do you have any big plans for your first weekend in town?” I ask Summer as I rummage through the desk drawer for the car keys.
“Not really. I am going to pick up a few things for the house. I'll probably get some groceries and just hang out.”
“Well, we are all going out to the club tonight to have a few drinks. Do you want to tag along? I can introduce you to the guys and break the ice before you start on Monday. It may help you feel a bit more comfortable.”
“I don't know. I really do have a lot to do.”
“It's just drinks, Summer. You don't have to over think it.” Ouch, maybe that came out a little too harsh. I don't give her time to come up with another useless excuse before I counter back.
“Tell you what, I'll pick you up at your place at nine,” I say. I toss the keys towards her and she catches them in midair.
“Wait just a minute. I did not say yes,” She settles her hand on her hip ready to spar back and forth. At that moment, my client walks into the shop. I am done playing guessing games with her. I get what I want. End of story and I don't take no for an answer.
“I will see you at nine.” I smile and turn my back on her sassy little ass, leaving her jaw
hanging wide open. I hear her huff as she heads out of the door. I chuckle to myself. I always did love her fire.
***
It is about fifteen minutes until nine, when I pull up in front of her house. All of the lights inside are off with the exception of the kitchen light. After a few minutes, the front porch light comes on and begins to flicker. I can see Summer's shadow pass the window just as I honk the horn of my red Nissan 350z. I had been taking extra appointments at the shop for the past year, working most weekends, until I was able to walk onto the lot and buy this baby. She is my most prized possession. I usually drive the truck around but if I was being honest, I might be showing off a bit tonight.
My jaw drops when Summer emerges from the house. What in the hell is this woman trying to do to me? She is fucking stunning. The little black dress she has on falls slightly off of her shoulders accentuating her perky breasts, dips low in the back hovering right at the arch in the small of her back, and is short enough to barely cover her ass. A very nice, curvy ass I might add. The only thing holding the material in place is a silver chain that crosses across the back. The dress clings to her body like a second skin. Her long, toned legs are accentuated by the pair of fuck me heels that adorn her feet. She is temptation in its finest form and I want nothing more than to grip her tight little ass, hike that dress up over her hips, and feel my aching cock plunge deep inside of her. I want her wild and hungry. I want to hear my name on her lips, begging me to fuck her hard and fast. My cock craves her. I want to see her naked, wet, and ready to be used.
“Hello? You can clean up the drool now,” she shakes her head at me as she tosses her hair over her shoulder. She knows damn well what she is doing to me and she is enjoying it. If she wants to play games, she better be prepared to lose. This was the big leagues and I was about to play some hard ball.
“Oh if you wanted to drool, I can make that a reality. I can promise there will be plenty when your pretty little mouth is stuffed full of my cock,” I say with the utmost sarcasm waiting for her to respond. The slight blush on her face does not escape me. Damien 1. Summer 0. I chuckle smugly at her silence. She doesn't have a quick witted comeback for once. I am almost disappointed. I am so ready for her tonight.
She slides into the car slowly. Her dress inching higher up her thighs teasingly. Fuck! There is no way I will make it through the night with her dressed like that. She is going to be my undoing. Never mind the fact that I won't be responsible for my actions if some random guy at the club put his hands anywhere near her.
“What do you think you are doing?” I ask as she settles into the car. Does she really think she is going with me, like that, to a bar with other men around? Men who are going to look at her, and try to imagine her body sprawled out underneath theirs. Hell no. I don't think so.
“What do you mean?” She asks as she looks up at me through those long eyelashes. She oozes sex in places no woman should ooze sex. Even her fucking eyelashes make my cock throb. The most frustrating part is that I am not sure if she realizes it or not. I feel like a pawn in a game and this woman is calling check mate.
“You are not wearing that outfit to the club. You need to go put some clothes on,” I demand as I turn in my seat to face her. All joking aside, my face is set in a do-not-question-me manner and I can begin to feel the nerve tick along the length of my jaw. My eyes bore down into her like steel, daring her to challenge me.
Her eyes flash from shocked dismay to blazing determination. She is ready to have a stand-off and if she somehow thinks there is the remote chance that she will come out victorious, she is in for a rude awakening. I am about to show her exactly how serious I am. There is no fucking way in hell she is leaving this house wearing that outfit. As it is, I will have to go straight to the restroom at the club and relieve the tension of my fucking hard on. I am already pissed about the fact I will have to resort to relieving myself in a public place again.
“Excuse me? Last time I checked you are not my father or my man. I will wear what I damn well please.” Her eyes light up and the spark behind them triggers the final bit of restraint I have. My patience with her antics finally gives way. She has wanted to bait me and she has succeeded.
I unbuckle my seat belt and roll my eyes as I get out of the car. Here we go. I walk around to her side, open the car door and wait. She looks up at me incredulously as if I have lost my damn mind.
“What the hell do you think you are doing? I said I am not changing. End of subject,” she huffs before locking her eyes straight ahead to the windshield. I assume she thinks this is a joke.
I pick her up in that instant and toss her over my shoulder as she kicks and flails. I can't stop laughing inside as she screams at me to put her down. Always one with a flair for the dramatic, she makes the biggest scene she can possibly make.
“It absolutely is NOT the end of the subject. You are going to put some clothes on that cover more than that skimpy ass little dress does,” I tote her up the sidewalk and set her down when I get to the front door of the house.
“Now, go change!” I turn on my heel and head back to the car as she watches me in disbelief.
“For fuck's sake. This is ridiculous,” She replies before she disappears back into the house.
***
She returns after fifteen minutes with a smug smile of satisfaction pasted across her beautiful but pissed off face. “Fine. I'm ready if you are. Happy now?” My jaw drops. My cock is so tight it feels like I am about to explode right there in the fron
t seat of the car. She slides into the car with a midriff tank top that bears her toned and oh-so-fucking-sweet stomach. I can already imagine what my tongue would feel like against her skin. Her blue jean shorts are cut off and frayed. They barely skirt the bottom of her tight little ass cheeks. Her silky smooth bare legs sport a pair of cowboy boots. Fuck me. The other outfit left more to the imagination. She is under my skin and invading every single one of my fucking senses. I am overwhelmed with the need to touch her. Her spark ignites a burn that courses through my veins and spreads throughout my body. This fucking woman was going to drive me crazy.
“Whatever. Let's go.” I can't even say anything. Part of me likes the rebelliousness in her. The way she challenges me. The other parts, want to put her over my lap and spank her bare ass until she apologizes and begs me to stop. I love her spirit, but I also want to tame it. I want to take her against her will, yet I long to hear her beg for it. She wants to tempt me and I want to teach her a lesson. I am blinded by the conflict and desire that rage inside of me. Damn her. I can feel myself losing my shit. She is a deadly concoction of beauty and attitude. She is poison in my system and I am almost willing to give in to the thirst for just one drink of what she has to offer.
The awkward silence is unnerving as we make the thirty minute drive to the club. Thankfully, the dark night aids in covering the many emotions that are dancing across my face. I am overwhelmed by the way my body betrays me when I am near Summer. Somehow, taking on a mind of its own, it pushes against the very boundaries of my sheer will power.
By the time we arrive to the bar, my cock is so hard I have no choice but to find a willing body to satiate me. I spot Mandy in the crowd of people swarming the dance floor. She is a regular at the shop and has always been more than willing to throw herself in my direction on numerous occasions. After a quick glance, I spot Summer hopping up on a chair at the bar to order a drink. I nudge my way through the swarm of dancers and take her by the elbow.
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