“That’s the problem with people these days,” he said with a sigh. “People don’t get involved because they don’t ‘have’ to. Sometimes not getting involved could make a situation turn into a life or death one.”
I raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Whoa. Steve wouldn’t hurt me like that. He’s not necessarily violent.”
“I’m not talking about you,” he muttered, slapping the bread on top of his sandwich. “My sister was killed by her ex-boyfriend. It could’ve been avoided had the other people that were with her had gotten involved.”
My mouth dropped a bit, but I quickly recovered. This man was like an onion, layers upon layers that hid why he was the way he was. Now I could see why he was so protective of me.
“Wow…I’m so sorry,” I murmured. He shrugged and bit into his sandwich.
“Shit happens. All you can do is be the change you want to see in the future. So as long as I’m around, no one will disrespect the women I’m out with.”
I nodded, unsure of what to really say. Before he moved in, I thought he was just this gorgeous, macho asshole who loved getting under my skin every chance he got. The more I got to know him, the more I liked him.
“What?” he asked, his mouth full of his sandwich.
I blinked. I hadn’t realized I’d been staring at him. “So, um, did your mom say what day she was coming?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not yet. She told me she’d let me know.”
“Well, keep me updated. Anyway, I guess I’ll see you this evening. I need to go take some calls,” I said and walked away.
“Cool. I want to see you in action,” he mused, following behind me. I looked at him over my shoulder with a smirk.
“See me in action? It’s just phone sex, you know that.”
“But still, I want to see you do it. It would be pretty cool to see what’s happening on this side of the line,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed as I entered my bedroom, grabbing the cordless phone off the charger.
“O’Shea, it’s not the same as it is with you. I just talk to the other guys; I don’t actually masturbate with them.”
He put a hand on his heart. “Aww. You’re making me feel special, sex kitten!”
“Whatever,” I said with a giggle and headed back to the living room.
“Oh wow. You’re coming out of your room to do your important work now?” he asked in sarcastic shock.
“It’s not like you don’t already know what I do.”
“This is true.”
“If you listen, you have to be quiet and don’t mess with me,” I warned as I sat on the couch.
“I’ll be quiet, but I can’t promise the last thing,” he said with a wink, sitting next to me. I put the phone down next to me, grinning in amusement as he looked at it, waiting for it to ring.
“You’re more ready than I am,” I teased. He ran a finger up and down my thigh. “I told you no messing with me.”
“And I told you I was making no promises on that,” he replied with a grin. “Besides, it’s not often that a guy is roommates with a phone sex operator.”
I shook my head and turned on the TV as I waited. He continued eating his sandwich, his hand never leaving my thigh as we watched a rerun of Law & Order: SVU. A few minutes later, the phone finally rang. He looked at me and licked his lips.
“Aren’t you going to answer?” he asked.
“This is going to be so odd.”
“Nope, just pretend I’m not here,” he said and smiled. I stuck my tongue out at him and cleared my throat.
“Thanks for calling Erotic Fantasies. I’m Natasha; whose fantasy am I fulfilling this afternoon?” I answered.
“Hi, um, I’m Samuel,” the guy said. O’Shea got on his knees in front of me and kissed up my leg as his fingers traveled underneath my robe.
“No,” I mouthed to him, only to be met with a wicked grin and a nod. “That’s a nice name, Samuel. The sound of it makes me so wet.”
“Really? My mother said it was a biblical name.” Oh great. I’m probably going to hell for that one.
“Yes, really. In fact, I’m even throbbing for you,” I purred. Samuel laughed nervously, as if he’d never had this kind of interaction with a woman before.
“Oh boy, this is really making me hot. Can I ask a favor, Natasha?”
“Anything for you, Samuel.”
“Can I—well, can I listen to you masturbate? I’m turned on the most by a woman moaning,” he requested.
“You want to listen to me pleasure myself?” I repeated, eyeing O’Shea as he untied the sash of my robe. “Sure, you can do that.”
O’Shea grinned and opened my robe, exposing my naked body to him. He wrapped his arms around my legs and pulled me down a little on the couch. Resting my legs on his shoulders, he dipped his head between my legs and gave me a long lick before suckling my clit.
I grabbed his head and moaned. “Oh Samuel, I wish you could see how wet I am right now,” I said, closing my eyes and resting my head on the couch.
“You sound really nice, Natasha. I wish I could, um, be inside of you at this moment.”
“Yes, me too. My pretty little pussy is throbbing for you,” I purred, gasping when O’Shea dipped his tongue inside of me.
“What are you doing to yourself?” he asked. I bit my lip and looked at O’Shea, who looked up at me as he licked between my folds.
“I’m just caressing my clit really slow…imagining it was your tongue,” I breathed.
“I bet you taste really good.”
“I taste myself all the time and I think I do. But then again, I’m biased.”
“You’re fucking delicious,” O’Shea growled from between my legs.
“Do you have someone in the background? I heard someone else,” Samuel said. My eyes widened as I put a finger to my lips.
“No, no, I have the TV on. I like to watch a little porn as I do my calls. I’ll turn it off so it doesn’t distract you,” I said, giving O’Shea a warning look. He simply chuckled and continued his assault on my clit, bringing me closer to my release.
“I’m almost there, Natasha, “ he wheezed, his breath hitching as he spoke.
“I want you to fill my pussy with your hot come,” I moaned, digging my nails into O’Shea’s shoulder. If there was anyone I wanted to fill me at that moment, it was definitely O’Shea. Before I could even compose myself, I cried out as my orgasm ripped through me. O’Shea had a firm grip on my thighs as I crested over the edge, continuing to suck my clit. My body jerked in response until I finally pushed him away, causing him to laugh softly.
Samuel yelped as he came. I nearly had to bite into a pillow to keep from laughing. “That was great, Samuel,” I purred as O’Shea rubbed my clit with the pad of his thumb.
“Yes, it was. Thank you for that.”
“The pleasure was all mine. Thank you for calling. Have a great afternoon,” I said and hung up.
“It’s so sexy watching you in action,” he murmured, moving up to slip his tongue in my mouth.
“Now you have me really horny,” I said as I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me, unzipping his work jump suit.
“What about the callers?”
“We can have a quickie,” I said, kissing him once more. I pushed his jump suit off his shoulders, allowing him to wiggle out of it until it fell around his knees. Removing his hard cock from his boxers, I stroked it with my hand.
He growled and bit his lip. “Your hand feels good, but your insides feel better,” he hissed, moving my hand and plunging into me in a single stroke. We both cried out as the pleasure overwhelmed us. He kept his strokes quick and hard, knowing that we didn’t have much time.
“I love how you feel inside of me,” I panted, kissing his lips.
“You feel amazing, baby. So tight,” he groaned, pumping into me with incredible vigor. My body tingled with excitement as we continued on with our spontaneous, wild sex. I could always count on him to make things fun. He did th
ings at random, always keeping me on my toes. Who would’ve thought phone sex could actually be fun? It probably would’ve been weird or boring with any other guy, but O’Shea somehow incorporated it into our relationship and made it more enjoyable.
Relationship? I froze. I’d unconsciously labeled what we were doing when I shouldn’t have. He proceeded to thrust into me, unaware of everything going on in my heart and mind. Stubbornness aside, he was pretty much everything I looked for in a guy…granted that the situation was different. He was funny, protective, and sweet in his own way. He looked at me, the lust in his eyes disappearing as he frowned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, slowing down to a stop. I blinked and felt a tear roll down my cheek.
“I’m fine—”
“You’re crying. Am I hurting you?”
“No, it’s…nothing. I’m really fine,” I said, giving him a small smile. He searched my face for an answer I wasn’t ready to give him, shaking his head. His hand encircled the back of my neck as he pulled me closer to his body, kissing me with fervent that it brought fresh tears to my eyes.
“Please don’t cry,” he whispered, kissing me as he started moving within me again. I clutched him as tight as I could, unable to deny the fact that I was already falling for a man that was in no position to love me the way I needed to be loved right now.
Chapter Fourteen
O’Shea
On Sunday evening, we rolled down a long, gravel driveway, a large ranch-style house appearing in the distance. A white porch stretched along the front of the house, adorned with hanging plants, rocking chairs, and a few small tables. I smiled to myself. It was as if the house was plucked straight out of a Country Living magazine. The sun slowly set over the horizon, a beautiful mix of oranges, pinks, and reds, making the house and the beautiful green land surrounding it look like a watercolor painting. Parking in the circle in front of the house, Ashton and I got out of the truck and made our way to the house.
Her white, sleeveless dress swished around her legs as she walked, her dark hair slightly fluttering in the evening breeze. She’d only wore light make-up, but she still looked beautiful as ever. I’d kept my outfit casual, settling for a pair of dark jeans and a black Polo shirt. If I were being honest, I was a little anxious about meeting her parents. After that run-in with her ex-boyfriend a couple of days ago, there was no telling how her parents would react to her being roommates with a black man.
She looked at me with her bright blue eyes and grinned. “Are you nervous?” she asked as we walked up the steps to her parents’ front door. I scoffed.
“Of course not. Parents love me,” I tossed back with a grin. “So when they ask me my name, do I say my actual name or the genital bumping buddy thing we agreed on?”
Her eyes widened in slight horror. “We definitely didn’t agree on that! Don’t you dare!” she spat in a whisper.
I shrugged. “Pretty sure you said yes. Actually you said, ‘OMG you’re so right. We should bump genitals when you get home because you’re soooo good and I’m sooo horny,” I said, making an attempt to imitate her.
She laughed and playfully pushed me. “I don’t sound like that and I definitely didn’t say that. I swear you’re full of shit,” she mused. “Oh, and I kind of told my mom that we became roommates when you responded to an ad flyer I left at Rocky’s shop.”
“Uh…why did you tell her that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at her.
“Because she’d have a whole cow if she learned that I’d posted about it on the Internet. Let’s just say she watches too many crime shows in her spare time,” she whispered.
“Ah, got it. We met at Rocky’s shop because you thought I was so irresistible that you just had to have me as a roommate,” I teased as she rang the doorbell.
“This dinner is going to turn into your memorial service if you keep up with your shenanigans,” she said with a smirk. An awkward silence settled over us as we waited. Things had been a little odd between us ever since that quickie on the couch on Friday. She’d started crying in the middle of sex, but wouldn’t tell me what was going on with her. She’d speak to me, but it was like she had a hard time making eye contact with me. Anytime I tried to bring it up after that, she brushed it off, saying it wasn’t important. She’d pull away if I touched her or tell me that we should slow down when things suddenly became hot and heavy. I wasn’t sure what was going on with her, but hopefully this didn’t mean that what we had going on was going to go downhill.
The front door whipped open, revealing a woman who looked like an older version of Ashton, but with lighter hair. Her blonde hair was thrown in a messy bun, showing off her lightly weathered skin with a few wrinkles, yet still glowing. Her plain white t-shirt and denim jeans hugged her petite frame. I can definitely see where Ashton got her curves from. Her smile was warm and inviting, her blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she looked at us, clasping her hands together.
“You’re finally here!” she exclaimed and looked at me. “You must be her roommate; please, come in!” She waved us in and stepped aside. Ashton stepped inside, her flowery perfume hitting me as she passed. I closed the door behind us and looked around. A single table sat in the middle of the foyer, a vase full of fresh flowers sitting in the middle of it, filling the space with a rose scent. The hardwood floor shined under the lighting, the high ceilings making the space feel airy and cozy at the same time.
“Hey, space cadet, are you going to stand in the foyer all night or come into the living room?” Ashton joked a few feet away. I followed her into the living room, noticing an older man sitting in a recliner and a teen girl curled up on the couch, her face hidden behind a Seventeen magazine. The living room was cozy, warm browns and cream colors filling the space and the aroma of fresh flowers and dinner coating the air. More flower-filled vases sat on the end tables along with small picture frames. Family photos lined the walls of the living room along with abstract artwork, a large flat screen hanging over the unlit gas fireplace.
“Man, this place is beautifully decorated,” I commented. Her mother beamed at me and straightened her posture.
“Thank you! I like to think I was an interior designer in my past life,” she stated, a pleased look on her face.
“I have no doubt in my mind about that. It’s beautiful,” I said, glancing at Ashton to see her smirking at me.
“Well, I’m Janice, that’s Savannah on the couch,” she gestured toward the teen girl, “And this is—”
“Phillip, her father. Pleasure to meet you,” the man interrupted as he stood, extending his hand to me.
His green eyes bore into me as he firmly shook my hand. His chestnut hair was slightly thinning toward the top, his balding spots up front evident in his combed back hairstyle. He was an inch or so shorter than me and a little on the chubby side with a beer belly, appearing to be in his late fifties. His button-up shirt was tucked into his pants, which were pulled up to the middle of his stomach and held up with a belt.
“Pleasure is mine, sir. I’m O’Shea,” I responded with a smile.
“O’Shea sounds a lot better than Steve,” Phillip mentioned, adjusting his pants. Ashton cut her eyes to him and frowned.
“Dad,” she gritted.
Phillip held his hands up and sat back in his chair. “Just saying, honey.”
The teen girl looked up from her Seventeen magazine, blowing a bubble with her gum. She looked like a younger version of her sister with her blonde hair and blue eyes, almost looking like a life size doll. Her eyes appeared bored as she looked me up and down. She made no effort to get up, simply shifting in her seat to sit up a little bit. Her jean capris and red tank top gave her a simple look, her hair pulled into a messy bun.
“Hey,” she said, lifting the magazine back up.
“She’s not excited about new people in general,” Ashton whispered to me. I nodded as we moved over to the love seat and sat down.
“We’re glad you’re joining us tonight for dinner,” Janice gushed
, sitting on the couch next to Savannah.
“Thank you for inviting me. It’ll be nice to have a home cooked Sunday dinner again.”
“So what do you do for a living?” Phillip asked.
Ashton rolled her eyes. “Way to just jump into that, Dad,” she mumbled.
“No, it’s fine,” I stated with a chuckle. “I’m a mechanic, sir. I work down at Rocky’s Auto Repair.” Confidence laced my voice when I answered. For the first time, it felt good to meet a family of regular people, a family like my own. Seeing her dad’s face light up at my answer made me solidified that feeling, giving me a sense of pride about my job. I could remember the times Kayla’s parents would look down their noses at me when I’d talk about my job or they’d tell me to avoid the question if one of their stuck-up, asshole friends would ask me about it at their events I was forced to attend with their daughter.
“That’s a nice trade to have. I just recently bought a ’58 Volkswagen Beetle at an auction for dirt cheap. I plan on gutting that baby and restoring it to something beautiful. I’ll have to show you,” he said.
I nodded and smile. “Oh, that’s cool, sir. Are you a collector?”
“I wouldn’t say collector. I like to take antique cars and restore them back to their former glory, but with a few enhancements. I eventually sell them at auctions for antique cars since someone won’t let me keep them,” he said, eyeing his wife.
Janice patted his hand and gave him a small smile. “That’s because I don’t want to turn our land into a car lot,” she stated.
“Yeah, yeah. Actually, let’s go to the barn and check it out,” he stated.
“Oh God,” Ashton muttered next to me.
I stood and followed him out of the living room and down the hallway, walking through the kitchen and over to the French doors. The smell of dinner was stronger in here, making my stomach growl.
Phillip laughed. “Happens to me, too. Janice made her special pot roast tonight. You couldn’t have come on a better night,” he said as he opened the door.
The backyard was just as breathtaking. A sparkling blue pool held the reflection of the setting sun as we passed. Strong brown horses stood behind a fence grazing on grass, completely unfazed by our presence.
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