The Dumb Fuck

by Marie Stanley

  Benn had gotten himself all worked up with the last part of his tirade, and his protectiveness made her smile.

  “Well?” He demanded.

  “Well, what?”

  She questioned reaching up and looping her hair into a sloppy ponytail.

  “Benn, it doesn’t really matter if there are feelings, there’s no chance, it can ever really be more than it is now. I didn’t come from pearls and twin sets,” she explained sighing.

  “Okay, I don’t speak ‘crazy-girl’, so I don’t know what the fuck that means. Way, I know the guy comes from money but, and I can’t believe I’m defending him, but, that doesn’t automatically make him an asshole. Just because he’s a guy, doesn’t mean that all he sees when he looks at you is a fuck. We’re not all, just walking egos with dicks, Way, I’m a good guy, and maybe Walker is a good guy too. So before you fuck him over, you better get your shit figured out.”

  Slamming his feet to the floor, Benn shoved himself up and out of the chair, threw the post-it notes across the room, and stormed out of her office without looking back. Shocked and confused, Waverly wondered whether he talking about her and Walker or... Wait did he just say that he thought Walker was a good guy? What the fuck?

  CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

  Waverly and Walker were having dinner, together, in a restaurant, in public. Waverly and Benn had a long heart to heart the day after he had stormed out of her office. Benn had confessed that he and Walker had met to iron out some concerns about the contract, they had ended up having a drink together and Benn now felt the guy could be trusted. It wasn’t going to be any bros before hoes friendship, but there was a grudging respect between the two men.

  Waverly’s girls had also decided, for her, that she should see him again, even if it was just in a fuck buddy way. His whiskey-bar- knock-out-punch, on her behalf converted them all to his side, now they giggled and sighed whenever his name came up. Walker and Waverly had even been texting back and forth for a day or two, although, Walker still sucked at texting, his texts were dry and bossy, not fun or funny like hers. Bad texting aside, it hadn’t taken much convincing from anyone, for her to agree to continue the fuck buddy arrangement. She figured the only one missing out by saying no to him, was her... To amazing sex and orgasms.

  Although she agreed to meet Walker, she had assumed that they would meet at his place or hers, since going out to dinner together wasn’t a fuck buddy kind of thing. Aware of his hatred of any kind of press about himself, she was surprised that not only were they out to dinner, they were out to dinner at a trendy, hot spot restaurant, that tended to draw photographers.

  Waverly actually felt a bit guilty, she was having dinner again with John again this weekend. She and Walker had no agreement, or commitment, no exclusivity, they had never even discussed the issue. Walker was notorious for his one night stands, there was no reason to think that their sex only relationship would last, and no reason to discuss seeing other people. She would just have to make sure that John didn’t want meet at this place.

  During dinner, they talked about the benefits of a rise in the national minimum wage, the latest Game of Thrones episode, and the business merits of virtual reality. Waverly was a smart woman, a voracious reader and the nature of her business kept her current on a wide variety of topics. Understanding the flip side of any topic was interesting to her and Walker, with his stubborn born nature, always enjoyed presenting a solid argument for his point of view. A few times she intentionally tried to get a rise out of him, by arguing more vehemently, but he remained impressively calm and unruffled.

  Waverly in the middle of recounting a funny story about Kate and Benn, stuck on a bus with chickens and goats in Mexico, during a client shoot, noticed Walkers eyes crinkled with a smile. She was particularly charmed by his smiles, since she saw them so infrequently, and was about to confide that to him when they were interrupted.

  “Good evening, Walker.”

  A wrinkled male hand settled on the back of Walker’s chair, she looked up to see his father and mother standing directly behind him. The smile crinkles in the corners of his eyes faded quickly, as he rose from his chair, greeting both of his parents. His father reached out for a brief handshake and his mother greeted him with the polite, side-no actual-touching, cheek kiss. How odd, it was as if they were mere acquaintances.

  Waverly was certainly no expert on warm and loving families, but their exchange seemed particularly cold. Walker began to introduce her and she politely rose.

  “Father, Mother, this is Waverly Matthews, Waverly this is my Father, Howard and my mother Blanche.”

  Reaching out her to his father, with a sincere, “Very nice to meet you both,” his father politely shook her hand. His mother smiled slightly, looked Waverly up and down with her hand delicately extended as if Waverly should kiss instead of shaking it. Waverly felt herself becoming defensive, deciding to ignore the slight and remaining cordial. She may have come from a blue collar family, but she had exceptional manners, these two old, dinosaurs were not going to rattle her.

  “Walker was telling me about his success with the A&F acquisition, you must be pleased,” she inquired politely.

  “Waverly and her partner own WestMat Creative”

  Walker informed his parents, sliding his hand around her, resting it lightly on her back, his supportive gesture made her smile. Both Howard and Blanche noted the movement, and where his hand rested. His father said nothing and his mother asked coldly, “Oh, are you a homosexual?

  Walker choked back a laugh, giving Waverly a squeeze at her waist.

  “No Mother, her business partner is a man.”

  “I see. You and he run a business?” Blanche questioned, as if it was the equivalent of wearing a g string and dancing topless. Before she could even respond, Blanche turned to Walker,

  “Darling, you will bring Cece to the family dinner next weekend?”

  Waverly was dismissed from the conversation, feeling like she had been slapped, confidence flagged. Walker’s entire body had stiffened beside her.

  “Yes,” his father joined in, “The VanderCrests were just asking whether they would see you and Cece in Cote D’Azur soon?”

  “Enough.” Walker quietly spat out at them.

  Walkers hand pressed warmly into her waist, she looked up at him nervously. Looking at both Blanch and Howard with a relaxed, detached expression on his face, his hand had slid down to grip her hand tightly, as if to reassure her that he was on her side. Although it helped, Waverly could feel that her face growing red with embarrassment.

  And this was why anything more than just sex with him, was impossible. No matter the feelings, the divide was too great.

  “Father, Mother,” Walker stated, his eyes hard on them.

  “It’s clear that you are trying to make a point. But, instead of confronting me in private, you have chosen to do it - in public. Taking out your hostility on a person that you knew wouldn’t fight back.”

  The anger rolled over his father’s face, his mother’s body tensed, her eyes flaring with anger. Waverly’s reaction to the increased hostility was automatic, her hand tightened on Walkers hand. His eyes cut to hers questioningly, and she shook her head slightly.

  “Please don’t upset yourselves, Mr. and Mrs. Rike, Walker and I are only friends. I’m sure Walker and Cece will continue to attend your social events together. Any conversation about us is not necessary. We are just friends,” she stated. Walker glanced down at her his eyes flashed with an emotion she didn’t recognize, and then he looked over to his parents again.

  “Miss Matthews speaks for herself. As far as I am concerned, if you ever treat her like that again, whether she is in my presence, or not, we will be having a lengthy talk. If you will excuse us, we’re leaving,” Walker snarled, his eyes like ice.

  “Walker!?” Waverly admonished.

  Walker put his arm around her
shoulder, threw some bills on the table and ushered her out of the restaurant.

  The tension was high as they waited for his car to arrive, Walker didn’t say a word and Waverly had no idea what to say.

  “Well, that went well,” Walker commented dryly, once they were seated inside his car.

  Waverly was still stunned by the blatantly cold behavior from his parents. She had assumed it was unicorns and rainbows between them. Was she that poor a choice?

  “What did I do to deserve that? Why...We’re just... I”m...,” her voice trailed off.

  “They feel threatened by you,” Walker explained patiently, reaching for her hand.

  Surprised, she turned to face him.

  “I don’t understand. Dinner threatens them? Our having dinner together threatens them?” She asked.

  “This is more than just dinner Waverly,” he chuckled at her confusion, actually, somewhat surprised that she didn’t understand.

  “And you’re happy...that they’re threatened?”

  “No. I’m happy because you’re still here with me. I’m happy you didn’t run from the room screaming,” he said, reaching over with one hand to smooth her hair away from her face.

  “You are happy?” Waverly asked softly, searching his eyes.

  He pulled her close to him, breathed in her coconutty, flowery scent, and grabbed a handful of her hair studying it then rubbing it between his fingers.

  “Yes, Hippie Girl. I’m happy.”

  Walker pulled her into his seat, confused by his parents, by his sweet words, and his unexpected admission of happiness, she didn’t put up a fight. Willingly, she let him maneuver her until she straddled his lap. He pulled her down to him, kissing her roughly, his hands roaming all over her body, but when she started to undo his belt, he grabbed her wrists, locking her hands behind her back. She groaned his name in protest.

  “Your apartment is closer,” he informed her, using the low, rough, voice she loved. He gave the driver her address.

  CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

  When they arrived, he helped her out of the car, following her up the stairs, and through the lobby to the elevators. He stood with his head down the entire elevator ride staring at the floor. Pushing into her apartment, he moved ahead of her to the center of her room. Waverly smiled, moving toward him, then paused when her phone buzzed, reaching into her bag to pull it out.

  “Waverly. Come here.”

  He was a commanding man, and she liked that, but each time she had acquiesced so easily, now, she wanted him to prove himself, prove his want for her. She wanted to see how he would respond.

  When she got to his side, she was still looking at her phone, without looking up, she asked, “What do you want Walker?”

  Continuing to ignore him while she looked at her phone, he ran one hand up her arm, past her neck, into her hair, making a fist, he bunched up her hair, just holding it. His other hand drew slowly down her arm, until he reached her hand, pulling her phone out of her hand he tossed it to the side.

  “Waverly, are you ignoring me?”

  Walker asked her in a deadly quiet voice, sliding the hand that stole her phone around her waist.

  “No.” She smiled up at him, teasingly.

  He dropped his head until his lips were touching her ear.

  “Good, because I want your undivided attention.”

  His lips dropped over hers, warm and soft. It never failed to surprise her, that such an aggressive guy, could be so soft and gentle when he wanted to.

  And, you’re going to get my undivided attention.”

  Pretty quickly, he was finished with soft and gentle, he pulled away, growling, “Bedroom.”

  Taking his hand, she pulled him to her bedroom and straight to her bed, gently pushing him to sit on the edge of her bed. Leaning down and placed her mouth on his, she kissed him deeply, placing a knee at each of his hips, straddling his lap. Reaching down she placed her hands on his chest pushing him so he was leaning back. With her shirt rucked up, he could see her blue bra peeking out at him as she moved, and all he wanted to do was rip it the fuck off.

  Crawling backward off of him, Waverly knelt between his parted legs. Lowering her hand to his belt, his cool, blue eyes slammed shut, she unbuckled and unzipped him slowly. Groaning low in his throat, he sat, leaned back with his thighs spread wide for her, his eyes shut, pants undone, waiting. Appreciating his restraint, his breathing harsh, as he watched her lean down leisurely and whisper a lick of her tongue across the tip of him. All of her focus on satisfying him, she tightened and squeezed her grip on him as her tongue worked him. His thickly muscled thighs trembled under her hands and she smiled inwardly, pleased to see how affected he was.

  Dragging her tongue slowly up and down the length of him, she raised her eyes to see his eyes remained closed, his arms bulging to keep them straight. Pulling back, her mouth slid off of him, his eyes opened and looked down at her hooded and blazing with heat. Waverly teased him in a soft voice, “Are you happy now, Walker?”

  He groaned loudly as her hand on him slid slowly up and then down.

  “You’re gonna be the death of me, Hippie Girl.”

  Watching with heated eyes Walker’s hands clenched into fists. Waverly’s hand moved into her panties, while her lips bobbed up and down on him. It was driving him insane trying to decide whether to watch her get herself off or to watch her get him off. His hips flexed and thrust forward pushing further into her hot, wet mouth, the vibration of her moans, shot right through his cock, he was close to losing his restraint.

  “Want to come inside you, Wave,” he whispered, watching her eyes close, as he slid his finger over and around her wet clit.

  Looking down between their bodies, she gripped him at the base.

  He pulled the leg of the panties to the side and licked his lips, never taking his eyes from her. Raising up on her knees, her nipples bobbed inches from his lips, circling his tongue across one then biting gently, he felt her thighs clench and her breath suck in. Gripping him tightly she started to lower down and he felt her warmth wetness on the head of his aching cock and right before he lost his mind he paused to ask.“Condom?”

  Stopping, she slid his cock through her wetness again, then wiggled her hips, leaning down to whispered, “Hurry. Want to feel you, Walker.”

  Groaning, he pushed up as he pulled her down, finally deep inside her. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him as he sat dead still except for him throbbing deep inside her. Tipping her head back, her hair wild and loose, tumbling down her back.

  “Jesus, Wave, so fucking hot watching my dick move into you.”

  “So close, Walker!”

  His hands slid around to her ass, his muscular arms hauling her up and down, his abdomen rippling with each thrust, she moved herself over him, bringing herself closer to finishing, he held tight and thrust once more into the tight grip of her pussy and wrapped his arms around her back as they came together.

  Her head was slumped forward resting in the crook of Walker’s shoulder. She could feel his slow deep breaths fanning over her hair.

  Reaching up she placed her hand over his tattoo, rubbing her hand over it and she felt his breathing pause. She noticed, then stopped, sliding both of his hands down her arms, he took her hands in his linking them. Her heart beat a little faster realizing that they lay wrapped up in each other, in the afterglow of sex. The feeling was sweet and intimate, what real couples in relationships did. They had never simply held hands before. Sadly, it reminded her that this was just sex between them. She removed herself from him and on weak legs turned and walked into her bathroom. After freshening up, she looked into the vanity mirror, her reflection was alarming, smudged eye makeup, whisker burn on her breasts and red, swollen lips.

  She looked slutty, her head dropped between her shoulders and she breathed deep trying to quell the coming tears, as she wond
ered what she was doing. She had wanted him to work for her, but once again she had given in to him, he was like an addiction that she couldn’t stop. She felt guilty. She should not be doing this with him, she was not a fuck buddy girl, she was a relationship girl.

  Strong hands fell on her shoulders, Walkers warm body behind her, his hands massaged her neck lightly, then her jaw, his even breath puffing rhythmically into her hair. With his head forward, his mouth right by her ear he whispered huskily, “You are so beautiful.”

  Choking back a breath, as a tear escaped, sliding down her cheek, embarrassed she couldn’t look at him. Turning her toward him and wiping a tear away, he asked, “Was I too rough?”

  With the fear of more tears coming, she only shook her head, then was able to whisper sadly, “No, it’s not that.”

  Walker’s eyes roamed over her face for a minute, then he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the lips.

  “No more tears,” he ordered.

  Reaching down to take her hand, he laced his fingers into hers, then lifted their clasped hands to his lips and kissed them, his other hand wiped the remaining tears from her face. Tugging her gently he ushered her back to her bed, settling her in. Handing her a few extra tissues, he made certain that she was comfortable, then slid in next to her, turning her so they faced each other and wrapped his arms around her. Stroking her hair, he whispered that she was amazing, that he loved her smile and her mind. He told her about the puppy he had gotten for his fifth birthday, and how he tricked his nannies when he was young. He worked to make her smile, forget for the time being what was weighing on her mind. Walker was sweet and kind and soft with her. Waverly fell asleep with her head on his chest still holding his hand.

  The next morning, Walker woke before her. He had kept her right next to him all night, she was very warm when she slept and made funny, little snuffling noises. It was adorable, and he was a man who had never used the word adorable before in his life. He watched her sleep for a while, his eyes appreciating the soft, sexy body that he couldn’t seem to get enough of. Reaching over he pushed back her wild hair, so he could see more of her pretty face. Her long, long, legs were uncovered, showing off her sexy red painted toes. Her usually expressive face was soft and sweet in sleep, her full lips pursed. He smiled thinking how he had pushed into that mouth last night, with his tongue and his cock, fan-fucking-tastic.