Text 2 Lovers

by J. D. Hollyfield

“It.”

  I growl at her and nip at her bottom lip. “Such a smartass.”

  She giggles until I drive my cock into her wet entrance in one hard thrust. “OMIGOD!”

  “You’re mine forever, Buttercup,” I tell her, our mouths soft and wet against each other.

  “Yours,” she agrees. “Yes.”

  “Say it.”

  She giggles but indulges me. “I love you, my sweet, sexy man.”

  I devour her mouth and buck into her like a wild animal. Her body shudders, always so sensitive to how we mold together. When she cries out and her cunt grips my dick, I let out a pleased groan before my release surges from me almost painfully. I collapse on her small body and nuzzle my nose against her ear. “Don’t ever leave me again.” My pleaded words are barely a whisper but she hears me.

  “Never again.”

  “Wow, that was fun. Not.” Andie blows a blonde hair from her forehead and attempts to ignore Roman. He’s kind of hard to ignore, though, my brother. Giant and imposing and all up in her personal space. They’re still in denial. As if we’ll all make fun of them for seeing each other. It isn’t as if we can’t hear them fuck every ten minutes in whatever room is closest.

  “Thank you,” Dani tells her. “The tree looks much better upright.” She shoots me a sad stare. I’d kind of lost my fucking head while drunk last night and destroyed the living room. Thankfully, everyone loves me and worked together to help clean it up. The only ornament that wasn’t broken was the one Dani made for me, which now hangs proudly at my eye level.

  “You’re looking lots better,” Reagan says with a grin. “It’s a good thing, too. Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve and Mom would be pissed if you showed up being Grumpy Gus.”

  I ruffle her hair and she swats at me.

  “So now what?” my sister questions as she picks a piece of lint off Dani’s sweater. I don’t miss the way they giggle at each other’s quiet jokes. It warms me to know they get along so well already.

  “We get that bitch back,” Andie practically growls.

  I raise an eyebrow in question. “Chelsea?”

  “I like to refer to her as Fake Bitch Cunt, but whatever,” Andie huffs. “This is still happening, right Oaf?” Her eyes dart over to my brother, who rolls his eyes.

  “Must you call me that?” he grumbles. “But yeah.”

  I blink at him stupidly. “What do you mean? We’re getting her back? How?”

  Dani’s arms wrap around my middle and she leans her head on my chest. “She hurt you. She tried to hurt us. It’s time she learns she can’t mess with people’s lives like that.” Her fingers clutch onto the front of my shirt and she lifts her gaze to mine as if to make sure what she said is okay.

  “Okay, I’m listening. But isn’t it better to just ignore her? She’ll go away eventually,” I tell them with a groan.

  “Until Fake Bitch Cunt comes back trying to stir up more shit,” Andie explains with over-exaggerated hand gestures. “FBC will be back. Probably to be the one to object right in the middle of your wedding ceremony!”

  Dani tenses and I hug her tighter. She’s probably embarrassed that her friend assumed we would get married one day. Her friend is right. And just as soon as we get past Christmas, I’m taking my beautiful Buttercup and I’m going to buy her a ring.

  “She’s right,” Roman groans, as if he hates even agreeing with her. She flashes me a triumphant smile. “Chelsea has gotten three employees just this month fired for various things. These were good, solid employees. It’s ridiculous. I’d been attempting to concoct something to get her back when I’d just had enough. I quit on Friday.”

  “You what?” I bark out.

  His dark eyes bore into mine and he nods his head. “She forced me to fire my little brother. From that second on, I was never loyal to that company. I’ve been working on a plan ever since.”

  “What’s the plan?” I demand. My chest swells, though, that my brother hates them just as much as I do.

  “James Tucker is getting ready to retire,” Roman explains. “It was always assumed he’d just hand over the reins to Chelsea. But James is old school. He’s a good guy despite the bitch he raised. I’ve been talking to him about selling Tucker Advertising to me.”

  I blink at my brother. “You can’t afford that.”

  He shakes his head. “If we touch the money Dad left us,” he says and gestures to himself, then me, and then Reagan. “We could afford to do that.”

  Reagan grins. “I’m in.”

  Dani squeezes me in a supportive way that has my heart rate slowing. “Okay…” I utter, still not convinced this is the best plan.

  “But, he won’t sell unless there is absolutely no way he can trust Chelsea to effectively run the company once he steps away. Some of those clients he’s been building relationships with since the seventies, long before she was born. It’ll kill him to hand them over to her if she’s not serious about her role,” he tells me. “So…”

  Andie cuts him off and pats his solid chest. “We’re going to bring the bitch down.”

  Dani and Reagan laugh.

  “I’m game for making her pay for ruining my life…twice…but…how?” I question.

  A wicked grin turns Andie’s lips up on both corners. “Roman’s going to get her to Bender’s. Brett and I are going to do the rest.” She winks at me—a wink that says, don’t worry, man, I’ve got this.

  “What do I do?”

  Dani looks up at me and grins. “You just have to show up with me.”

  “And what are we going to do?” I ask with a smirk. She’s so damn cute when she’s being devious. When I’d told her, after the second round of make-up sex, that Chelsea had stripped down in my room in an attempt to seduce me, I thought I was going to have to tie Dani to the bed to keep her from going after her. But… No secrets. No lies. I am as transparent as a fucking ghost now as far as my girlfriend is concerned.

  “Well,” Andie tells me. “After FBC gets good and drunk, she’s going to admit that she set you up because she’s a duplicitous cunt. Then…”

  Roman lets out a growl. “Then we finish the job. I’ll meet with James and show him exactly why his daughter is unfit to run Tucker Advertising. And then we’re going to buy that company right out from under her feet.”

  I squeeze my girl against me. “Let’s get this show on the road.”

  It’s Show Time

  “AND WHY AGAIN ARE YOU dressed like that?” Brett asks, his fucking eyes glued to my tits.

  “Because I need to connect with the super cunt so she talks to me and confesses that she’s a cunt and got our boy fired.” I don’t think he even registers what I said. “For fuck’s sake my eyes are up here.” He blinks. Up they go. Back to reality.

  “Shit, darlin’, you gotta nice rack. Maybe some time, you and I should—”

  My phone dings, cutting off whatever he was going to say.

  Roman: She’s going to be there in two minutes. Don’t fuck this up. And pull your shirt up for Christ’s sake.

  Me: Go fuck yourself. Probably gonna let Brett fuck these to thank him for the good job he’ll do tonight.

  Roman: WTF? He better not fucking touch you.

  Me: Not your call, asswipe. Now, I’m definitely letting him see the goods. See how you like that…

  “Okay, she’s about to walk in. Get ready.” I lift my hand and do my secret signal, so Dani and Ram, who are hiding in a booth in the corner, know it’s almost show time. I take a sip of my drink, watching the door from the corner of my eye. Like clockwork, it opens and a woman fitting the description of the one and only FBC walks in.

  “Well, she certainly looks like she knows her way around a dick,” Brett says, wiping his hands on his bar towel then swings it over his shoulder. I fight not to look, but I catch her in my peripheral view. Sadly, I can see the appeal. She’s tall, beautiful, and definitely has a whore mouth.

  “Stick to the plan or I swear, I’ll cut your dick off.”
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br />   He grunts, most likely the image of him dick-less a scary thing. He grabs for his potential victimized dick. “Fuck, you freak the hell out of me.”

  “Good. Now get ready. It’s show time.” Just then, like fucking magic, she sits down next to me. We roped in Sylvia to make sure the rest of the bar stools were full.

  “Hey, handsome. I’ll take an appletini,” FBC orders, placing her Louis Vuitton purse on the bar. Damn I want that purse. Her eyes search the bar, probably for Roman. She glances quickly at me and smiles. After a moment, she grabs her phone from her purse checking to see if she has a text. Per our plan, she will. Roman will text her telling her he’s running late.

  “Here you go, darlin’. Why is a beautiful woman like yourself drinking alone tonight?” Brett questions, laying the bait. Her dick-sucking smile perks at Brett. But mine would too. Brett is super-hot. And let’s be honest, if I didn’t have my hands full with my own fucking dumb ape, I would try and hit that shit too.

  “Oh, aren’t you sweet. I’m waiting for someone. Running late, go figure. But you’re more than welcome to keep me company while I wait.” She grins again. I fight not to shove that amazing purse down her throat and tell her cunt ass to stay the fuck away from my—Ew! What the hell was I just going to say!? I shake off the insanity and turn to my target.

  “Men, fuck ‘em. Always late. Never know how to really treat us ladies.” I smile confidently and take a sip of my Sprite. The not drinking part wasn’t my idea. Mostly Dani and fuckhead Roman. Something about how they’re afraid I might ‘ruin our plan if I drank and let my mouth run.’ No faith in me.

  “Girl, you have no idea. It’s hard to find a good man anymore. But I snatched me one up now.” She grins seductively, sipping down her frilly drink. My hand itches to reach up and choke her, but I maintain my composure.

  “I so get it.” I wave to Brett, lifting my drink. “Excuse me, I’ll have what she’s having. Looks way too tasty not to try.” Brett gapes at me, knowing drinking was not part of the plan. He was instructed not to feed me booze, and not if but when I ordered. We all knew it was only a matter of time.

  “Are you sure…”

  “As sure as it would suck to be dick-less.”

  His eyes widen, his hand covering his dick.

  “And get my new friend here a refill while you’re at it,” I bark out. “On me.”

  “You got it,” he grumbles before stalking off to make our drinks.

  “Thanks,” she says, her light brown eyes twinkling. “They really make you all warm inside. Trust me. I love putting a few of these down.” Her eyes narrow and she leans in to whisper, “Gets me horny.” Then, she giggles, admitting what a filthy cunt she is. I mimic her laughter and stick my hand out.

  “Hi, I’m Andrea.”

  FBC returns the gesture, her nails perfectly manicured and a charm bracelet dangling off her wrist. What the fuck is this bitch like five? “Hi, Chelsea. Nice to meet you. Love the outfit, by the way. Super my style.” Bingo.

  I flash her a smile and wave at my chest. “You can never go wrong with showing a little cleavage. I do it all the time at work. Really reels in the guys.” I give her a conspiratorial wink. “Man, I just got one earlier this week. Kinda tricked him, though,” I say, leaning closer so I can whisper. “Told him my manager wanted to see him. Got him in the supply closet. Let him suck on these for a bit,” I say, lifting up my tits crudely. “And then when I was done getting my fill, told him I recorded it, and suggested taking this horrid project off my hands or else I would tell everyone.” I giggle profusely. Maybe a little too much. I wait for her to take the second line of bait.

  And she does.

  Her eyes light up. Like she just met her new best friend. Too bad bitch, Dani has that job. “No way! That’s perfect!” she exclaims and claps her hands together. “So what happened?”

  Brett puts our fresh drinks on the bar and rolls his eyes at me before stepping away again.

  “Oh,” I explain, “he completed the project for me all right. Did a wonderful job, and guess what? I got a raise!” I grin, and lift my drink. She actually cheers me. The urge to smash my martini glass into hers is overwhelming.

  “Girl, I think you and I just may have become best friends! I love your style.” She takes a hefty sip, finishing off her martini. Grabbing for the fresh one and taking a sip off the top, she says, “Well I can top that.” BINGO. This bitch is practically deep throating my bait.

  “There was this jerk at work. Totally blew me off. Said he had a girlfriend or whatnot. So I took this dirty picture of myself. Then while he went to the bathroom, I uploaded it to his phone, making it look like he took it. Told him, I was going to threaten to tell my daddy what a perv he was, and he wouldn’t have to worry about his girlfriend anymore. He quit the next day! No one turns me down.” Her eyes are calculating and evil.

  I cover my mouth, eyes wide. I laugh, pretending she’s so awesome and clever, but mentally, I’m kicking her in her stupid cunt. “Oh girl! You’re awesome! I wish I would have thought of that. I had a guy like that once. Told me he wasn’t interested in me so, I went girl cray. I stole his phone while he was in a meeting and took scandalous pics of myself. Then sent them to my boss with a message that said, ‘Look what I’m going to hit later.’ Of course, since my boss is my daddy too,” I lie. “Jim was fired immediately. Teach him a lesson in letting a good thing slip away.”

  We both laugh and raise our glasses in another toast. Taking two hefty gulps, I wave for Brett to refill us. He looks at me quizzically and I give him the off with your head look. And he knows exactly which head I’m referring to.

  “Wow, we are drinking these fast. By the time my date gets here, I’m already going to be ready for him to take me back to his place.” Her giggly comment is like nails on a chalkboard for me. I’m squeezing my glass so tight I’m surprised it doesn’t shatter in my hands.

  “Oh, yay. Drunk sex is the best isn’t it? I just love getting fucked royally by random men. I don’t bother with relationships. No one is good enough for this prized possession,” I say, taking my finger and pointing to myself. She nods in agreement and takes another drink.

  “Agreed, girl. I swear,” she complains. “All men I’ve dealt with lately have been total pussies. I’m not even sure this one is going to cut it, but we shall see. He’s rich and from what I hear has a nice cock. Love the ones that look large in the cock region, ya know?”

  Rage consumes me because for some odd reason, I don’t like her thinking about Roman’s cock whatsoever. I’m going to gut her. Fuck this plan. That’s it. I’m going AWOL and fucking this bitch up—

  “Two fresh martinis for the hottest chicks in this bar,” Brett interrupts my internal fury. “But you, sweetheart,” he points to Chelsea and gives her a smoldering stare, “look like you could use some extra attention.”

  I narrow my eyes at him, wondering what the fuck he’s doing. This is not part of the plan. But neither is me drinking and planning to kill our target with my bare hands.

  “I like attention,” Chelsea purrs. “What exactly did you have in mind?” Using the underside of her finger, she runs it along the top of her martini glass, a suggestive smile playing at her lips.

  “Why don’t I show you the back room?” he questions, his voice low as he leans across the bar, blatantly staring at her tits. “It’s pretty huge.” And then he smirks as if his words have double meaning.

  What the fuck!?

  Chelsea receives a text message, which I know will be Roman telling her he is going to be running another thirty minutes late. She lets out an annoyed huff, but then brings her sleazy eyes back to Brett.

  “Well I do have some time to kill,” she says and then stands. She’s a little wobbly since by now we are on our third martini in only a short amount of time. Brett walks from out behind the bar, taking Chelsea’s hand.

  “Watch my purse, kay?” She winks at me and then they’re gone.

  “What the FUCK!?” My phone goes off
instantly.

  Dani: What just happened?

  Me: Dude…the bitch is pretty surely going to suck some cock.

  Roman: How’s it going?

  Me: Fuck yourself.

  Dani: Oh my God! While she’s waiting for Roman!?

  Me: For real. She’s a real treat.

  Roman: Ram just told me you were drinking! WTF! I thought we said no booze?

  Me: I hate you.

  Dani: Roman keeps firing off texts to Ram. He knows you’re drinking He’s pissed.

  Me: Roman can choke on his own dick.

  Roman: You don’t hate me and you know it.

  Dani: Ram just told Roman that Chelsea went to the back with Brett.

  Me: Good. Hope it hurts his pretty little cocksucking feelings.

  Dani:

  Roman: What’s happening?

  Me: Your girlfriend is sucking off Brett. Gonna go back there next.

  My phone rings instantly, Roman’s call coming through. I click ignore, just as Brett and Chelsea come strolling in from the back. Brett is smiling and Chelsea looks just as cunty as she did before.

  “I’m going to use the ladies’ room. Be back.” She waves at me and saunters off to the restroom. I worry she might see Dani and Ram at the booth on her way, but she’s swaying so I’m sure she’s too drunk and dumb to look around.

  “What the fuck, dude! Getting your dick wet was not part of the plan!” I snap at Brett. He shrugs his shoulders, throwing his damn bar towel over his shoulder.

  “Yeah, but you looked kind of murderous, so I had to create a diversion,” he tells me with a mischievous grin.

  I roll my eyes at him while finishing off my drink. “Another one. Now. And fill hers up too. Pretty sure she can use another drink to wash down the cum dripping down her throat.”

  We both actually laugh at that because it’s fucking funny. Finally, the bitch returns.

  “Well, that was fun.” She winks at Brett as she takes a sip of her new drink. She leans in trying to whisper, but the alcohol is affecting her senses so she says it loud enough for Mars to hear. “Great cock. I’d recommend giving it a try sometime.” I hear Brett chuckle while I try to keep my jaw from falling off. This chick is a real piece of work.