Jake 2

by Hilary Storm

  Switching the burner off, I turn to face her. I walk straight into her space, until I'm face to face with her. It takes a few extra steps because she backs up until she's against the counter behind her. I let my eyes trace her face, her lips, her tits.... everything but her eyes because she's looking down.

  "What's your story, Addi? Why are you single?" She doesn't look up, or respond. She's holding her breath as I lean in closer to her face. I'm careful not to let our bodies touch, because I'm not sure I can keep from lifting her up on this counter and fucking her till she doesn't ask anymore fucking questions. I close in on her left ear and whisper, "You know you have me confused, too."

  Her hands move to my chest and she slowly runs her open palms over my bare skin. It's just slow enough that my skin feels the chill all the way around my back. Then her firm push tells me to back off. It wasn't hard, just enough to let me know she's done. Closing my eyes, I start to think how this needs to happen soon, or I'm going to go fucking crazy. It won’t be until she's on the same page, if she doesn't take too fucking long. My dick will be on the rampage before long.

  "Maybe, I just haven't found the right person." Her words come out nervous and disappointed. They're more than a whisper, but not by much.

  "I can agree with that." My arms have her trapped, both on the counter on each side of her. I look at her face until she looks up at me.

  "Jake. Please." Please what? Because I've been told that so many fucking times in my life. Please harder. Please fuck me. Please touch me. Please lick me. Please let me ride the beard. Please give me a fucking orgasm. I mean, I could go on and on with the pleases.... But somehow I know her please is a rare one for me. Please stop.

  Letting my arms fall, I turn away from her. "There'll be a day you say those same words and mean something totally different."

  "You're very sure of yourself."

  "No, I just know where this is headed." Switching the burner back on, I keep myself busy cooking bacon. Fucking bacon.

  It doesn't take long to finish cooking everything and put everything on a plate.

  "Do you want to eat on the patio?" I have a deck, but usually eat in the living room. In fact, I rarely even think about the deck unless I'm having a party. It's odd that she suggested it.

  "Uh.... yeah I guess we can." She moves through the room like she's more comfortable now. Brutus is on her heels and follows her outside.

  I've tried to keep the conversation very general and free of any chance that she'll pull some more of my deep shit out of nowhere, so we'll see how this goes.

  "It's beautiful out here."

  "Yeah, it's not too bad." I'm glad I have a gardener because this would be a different conversation if I was doing that shit on my own.

  We start to eat and the air is silent all around us. It's a little awkward, so I may as well just continue this now. "So, why are you so hell bent on staying away from me?"

  "I just don't think it's a good idea."

  "It probably isn't, but that's probably why we should. You have no idea the kind of pleasure I can deliver."

  "I've heard."

  "Oh, is that what this is about? Have I fucked one of your friends?"

  "No. I don't have any friends here yet."

  "So what have you heard?"

  "Just shit at the club."

  "I guess I can respect that."

  "Jake, I own a business with your brother. I can't get caught up in anything that could damage that relationship with him. I have to stay on top of my game at the club and if some bullshit happens because I'm distracted with you, I'll be really pissed at myself. I'm trying really hard to make it as successful as I can."

  "I can definitely respect that."

  "Thank you for cooking me breakfast."

  "Anytime."

  "I hope Brutus is one hundred percent, soon!"

  "Awe, he looks like he's going to be just fine."

  "Maybe I'll see you around the club."

  "Yeah, maybe." I watch her take both of our plates from the table and go inside. She is at the sink before I get the door closed.

  "I can get the dishes. Don't worry."

  "Are you sure?"

  "Yeah. I'm positive."

  "Ok. Bye Jake."

  "Bye Addi."

  What the fuck is this feeling of rejection that I'm dealing with? This is bullshit. I can't even believe she shot me down that hard, but I guess I have to give her props for standing her ground.

  Why the fuck did that make her even sexier? She's going to be a bigger challenge than I thought. Guess I need to step up my game.

  Chapter Eleven

  Talk about a busy ass day today. I have to find a new artist to replace Martin. He was such an asshole, but man could he draw. Thinking an early gym session will get my mind right for the day. "Brutus, I'll send Rikki over today to keep you company. Glad you feel better, Buddy!"

  As I pull into the gym, I see I'm not the first one here today. His bright red Audi R8 looks like it rolled straight out of the fucking showroom. Golden must be back in town. What are the odds? Golden is a ridiculously talented tattoo artist that lives near, but mainly travels doing guest spots all over the country. Maybe I can talk him into staying local; hell, even if it's just for awhile to work at the shop. Either way, it'll be great to see this guy. He is just about one of the only other people I know who goes as hard as fuck in the gym as I do.

  As I open the door, the screams of Mud Vayne fill my ears. Over in the darkest corner of the gym I hear the familiar clicking of the iron weights. This mother fucka is in my squat rack… I make my way over in that direction, and hear that familiar giggle that only Golden has. I've never seen this guy in a bad mood.

  "Hey Bro. Nice fucking beard, man."

  "Thanks,” I reply, damn near laughing. It's funny that's what he comments on first.

  "Looks like you, Sir, have been living in the gym lately. You're looking jacked, man." Immediately he smiles, sweat pouring from his head.

  "Thanks. I've been trying to kill it on the road, but there's really no place to lift, like here at home."

  "I know exactly what you mean."

  "Care if I work out with you? It's leg day for me too."

  "For sure, man." Golden is quick to respond, working his way to the squat rack. Very little talking is done during our workout. I like that we have the same mentality. Get in, fuck shit up, and get out.

  At the end of the workout, I figure hell, might as well see how long he's back in town. He usually works in a shop across town, but it's worth a shot.

  "Holy shit, Jake. Did your truck get bigger?" Those are the first words out of his mouth, as soon as we step out of the gym.

  "Maybe a little bit, haha. Shit, do you ever drive that car of yours? It looks like it just came out of the showroom."

  "Gotta keep her clean, she's happier that way." Its funny hearing him talk about his car like this, I mean he's gay. I've never met a gay man who is this into his car? I guess there's a first for everything.

  "It's a nice ride, man. How long are you back this time? Days? Weeks?"

  "I'm back for awhile, that's for sure. Traveling so much has me missing this place. I'm ready to show off some of these new tricks I've learned over the past year."

  "Well, I know that you're usually across town when you work here, but if you ever want to do some time at my shop, I'd be honored to have you there. Martin just left the other day, and right now our books are packed with lots of custom pieces. I understand if you have prior obligations, but I've seen your work and from seeing it along with your crazy ass workout, you seem like a great fit for the shop."

  "Oh, I really appreciate the offer. I've heard your shop is really making a name for it and you seem pretty legit, but I've got to make sure we can get along and vibe good. How's this? I'm having a bit of a get together at my place tonight, since I'm back. Swing by to check it out. Meet some people, have some drinks and we'll talk a bit more about it."

  "Sounds like a plan. I can swing
by no problem."

  "Cool, I'll text you the address after I get home. See you this evening, Bro."

  Shit. I look at my phone and realize I have to be at the shop in fifteen minutes to sign for our special order shipment. I paid big fuckin' bucks to get it here today, I probably should make sure someone is there to receive it. Rikki is with Brutus today; looks like a shower at the shop for me it is so I don't miss it.

  As I turn to leave the parking lot, I can't help but to crack a smile, curious to see how Golden gets down. This could get interesting.

  I pull up to the back of the shop and I see Drew's Harley parked by the door. What the hell is he doing here? Then it hits me, I bet Rikki had him cover for her today. Damn, that's why I love her. That woman makes sure the shop is running flawlessly everyday. I really don't know what I would do without Rikki around sometimes.

  Upon opening the back door of the shop, I hear 'I Walk The Line' from the one and only Mr. Johnny Cash. Yep, it’s definitely Drew, he loves Johnny. I taught him well!

  "What's up, muscles?" An all too common question, that I ask Drew.

  "What the hell are you doing here, man?" He chimes back as he spins around in the shop wheelchair. I know it sounds funny, but back in the day we weren't always so busy and well, the days were long up here. Give a guy a wheelchair and an audience watch out, there's sure to be one hell of a show!

  "Ah shit, muscles has skills. I'm here to sign for our shipment of supplies. Rikki is taking care of Brutus for me today."

  "Yeah, she texted me and asked if I could come in. Shit, I didn't have anything else going on and we need to talk about the Vegas location and a few other things too, if that's cool."

  "Yeah, man. No problem. I appreciate ya coming down. That Rikki is always on her game. I'm gonna shower up. If you could sign for our supplies, we can talk after I get out."

  "Fed Ex already dropped them off. You Sir, were late, but no worries. Drew was here to save your ass!" He throws his hands up above his head, signaling a touchdown.

  "Appreciate you, man. I'll be right out of the shower, just gotta wash off the gym."

  I'm butt ass naked, stepping out of the shower when I hear the door to my shop bedroom open. I grab a towel and open the bathroom door to get a better look. It's Candy.... or at least I think that was her name. She didn't bring her friend this time.

  "What the fuck are you doing back here?"

  "The guy up front told me I could come back; besides, I know my way around." I'll have to pay his ass back for this. Hell, he probably thinks he just did me a favor.

  "What do you want?"

  "I want you to fuck my mouth." Wow. Whores these days. She's not even playing around. I'm a guy, so naturally this sounds very appealing, but shit.

  "Well, get over here." She obeys. Hell, she's on her knees, crawling before she even reaches my feet. I drop the towel and let her. I mean, who am I to say no to a Sunday blow job? Her mouth is warm; in fact, I'm pretty sure she has something in her mouth that's flavored, but that's all good for me.

  She starts working me with both hands, rotating her grip and taking as much in her mouth as she can. Fuck, she knows how to get her tongue out of the way and take me deep in the back of her throat, even if she does gag every time it hits. Thankfully she's not totally shitty at this. Believe me, I've definitely had my fair share of the girls who weren't experienced at this. Of course, none of them would've ask me to fuck their throats.

  I grab her blonde hair and give her exactly what she asked me for. Thrusting hard and fast, I fuck her throat. Keeping a grip on her hair, I treat her exactly like the whore she is and don't even pull out when I start to come. She only gags a few more times, and the smile on her face tells me she enjoyed it somehow.

  What do I say now? She's on her knees. She's not getting any more than that from me. For some reason I'm not relishing the thought of this horny bitch touching me any further?

  "I've got places to be. I'll catch ya later. You can let yourself out." I guess it's convenient that I'm this close to the shower. Closing the door, I make sure it's locked. I've been here before. She'd follow my ass in this shower and I'm not in the mood.

  It doesn't take me long to shower, I mean shit, it's just my cock that needs washed. I do go ahead and give the facial hair a once over though; you can never pay too much attention to the beard. Slipping on some shorts, I hit the music for the shop again, I'm not sure why Drew turned it off. This place feels empty without the echoes of something through the big speakers.

  I find Drew at the front desk with his laptop open and notebooks surrounding him. He's ready to talk business. "So, how did you like the Vegas spot? Do you think it will do well? Easy to see the entrance and all that good shit?"

  "Vegas is on point, man. Going to be a lot of tourists through there, definitely a money maker and I think it will be a great way to launch the clothing line."

  "Sounds like you're happy with that location."

  "You have no idea how lucky we are to get that building. We need to jump fast, because it won’t be available long. I want to put in an offer by the end of the day."

  "You're not one to take a jump this fast. You must be really convinced it's what we need."

  "It is exactly what we need. I also set up a few interviews in the area just to see what kind of talent is out there. We'll need a full shop right out of the gate."

  "Hell yes, man! I hope you're ready to live the Sin City life, little brother!" I slap him on the back and notice his smile. He's proud of this and I can't even express to him how proud I am that he was able to take a huge step in getting our business to branch out like this. Hell before long, we're gonna have one hell of an epic empire on our hands.

  "You know it Bro, I can't fucking wait!"

  "Remember, man, don't shit where you eat. The shop is work. After all, you know my motto.... Just don't get arrested!"

  "No shit!" He's nodding and I can tell he's thinking about some of the shit that's gone on in this shop.

  "I better take a peek at the books and see what I have going for today… 2 o'clock appointment, huh? Damn, looks like I'm gonna have some time to kill."

  "Why are you working on a Sunday?"

  "Shit is busy and I'm short in the shop. Thought I'd knock out a large piece today. Do you remember Golden from the gym?"

  "Yeah."

  "He's back from doing guest spots and we spoke today about our open booth now that Martin the bitch is gone. Actually, I'm going to check out his place later. He's having a few people out since he's back."

  "Oh yeah? I haven't seen that guy in a while. I hear his work is pretty badass, though. He'd be a good addition here, but you know I'm going to want him to help open Vegas."

  "I was thinking the same thing. Shit, seems like he'll fit right in; hell, he's throwing a fucking huge beach party just to say he's back in town. Who knows, might be some new ladies there that I haven't met. They won’t be going after Golden, or should I say Golden won't be interested." I shouldn't laugh, but it's true. He has zero interest in titties; I can't even imagine a life without the enjoyment of titties on a daily basis. He doesn't know what he's missing, but oh well, more for me.

  "Haha, very true!"

  "I better get going or I'm gonna run out of time."

  "Have fun, Brother."

  "Ah, you know me Drew."

  "Yes, I do."

  I head back to my booth to grab my girl Pepper's card. Pepper is my go to whenever I need something unique. At first glance, you wouldn't think she works for the most luxurious antique and collectable dealer in So Cal, being covered in tattoos from throat to hands, most done by yours truly, but she does and she is the best at her job. She can find damn near anything. She's the reason I always give the best gifts, it's all about who ya know.

  "Hey Pepper, it's Jake. I have a task for ya, if you think you can find a way to help me out?"

  "Whatcha need, Babe?" She says, in her high pitched little voice.

  "I'm looking for a first ed
ition Peter Pan that might have been pawned in the past few months. The book belonged to a friend’s father and well, he passed away. The book came up in conversation and I figured I'd see what you might be able to do. Now, I didn't even say I knew anyone with any way to possibly find this exact one, but her brother does live close by. Apparently it has the word Addi..."

  "In green crayon on the back?" Pepper interrupts me mid sentence.

  "So you bought it? Do you still happen to still have it?"

  She giggles, "Yes Sir, I do! I actually bought that one for my personal collection, but can let it go, especially if you're getting it back to real Addi. I'm a sucker for things like that."

  "You're the best! What's the damage? How much is this going to cost me?" I laughingly ask. I won't be surprised at anything she comes back at me with.

  "How about you owe me a day of some more of that amazing artwork of yours and we'll call it even? It's been too long since I've been in there to see you anyways!"

  "Deal! You sure that's all you want?" Pepper is a regular. It's funny to hear that coming from a tattoo artist, but she's put more time under the needle than anyone else in that shop.

  "Like I said, I'm a sucker for a fairy tale story and getting that girl her book back after losing her dad that alone is worth it. The ink is just a bonus!"

  "Thanks so much, Pep! I'll be by in a bit to grab it, if that's ok with you? I'm free this morning. I have only one afternoon appointment today."

  "Come on by, Sir. You know where I'll be. Oh and lucky for you, I wore my glasses that you love so much today, too! See you soon, Baby!"

  "Thanks Pep, could you wrap it in some kind of binding or a bag? You know I can't do that shit!" We both laugh, knowing how pathetic that would be if I tried.

  "Only for you, Jake… see you soon." She hangs up the phone and my mind goes straight to the infamous 'fuck me' glasses. I swear that I can say some shit one time and a female never forgets. Hell come to think of it, I won’t forget, either. How could I?

  "See you in a bit." I leave Drew at the shop and head to my truck. It's time to go grab this book from Pepper and do my good deed for the day. A trip uptown is always entertaining. All of these old men and women walking around aren't too subtle with the stares and pointing when I go up there. My favorite question I get asked is what will I do with all these tattoos when I get old. How do you even respond to that? I'll be a tattooed old man. That's better than just being an old man. It's not for everyone, I get that.