I’ve been sitting here quietly, observing their conversation. It’s obvious the two of them are great friends.
“Hey,” I say, and they both look at me. “Yeah, hi, the girlfriend is still here.” I cross my arms in front of my chest and raise an eyebrow. I’m not really annoyed. I just figured I should remind them I’m still sitting here because they seem completely oblivious right now.
“Shit, sorry, that was rude of me.” Derek leans over to kiss me on the cheek and Coen gives him an ‘oh really’ look. “Hi, Lex. How are you feeling?”
Coen places his hand on Derek’s shoulder, giving the impression that he’s pushing him back into his seat.
“Lips off my girl, man.”
They both laugh and Derek lightly slugs Coen’s arm with the back of his hand.
“Seriously, Lexi, are you doing okay?”
“I’m physically okay, yes.” I smile. “And so far, Coen has done an amazing job of keeping my mind off of things today.” I look at Coen and blush as I remember our heated moment in the parking lot at the race track this morning.
He must know what I’m referring to because under the table I feel his foot rub purposely against my leg as he smirks.
“Amazing, huh?” He wets his lips.
“Right…” Derek says. “Well, I just stopped in to grab a pizza to go. I have to get back home and finish detailing my truck. I took my three-year-old niece out for lunch last week and there are fries in places I can’t even reach.” His eyes widen in disgust. “I’m glad you’re okay, Lex.” He gets up and kisses the top of my head on his way over to grab his pizza.
Coen quickly stands up and acts like he’s trying to scare Derek away for kissing the top of my head. Derek just laughs.
“Catch you guys later,” he shouts from across the restaurant.
Coen smiles and shakes his head as he sits back down.
“Fuckin’ guy.”
“You two are pretty close, huh?” I ask before finishing the rest of my drink.
“Yeah, he’s really the only person I’ve had since my parents passed that’s always had my back,” he says, motioning for the waitress to bring us our bill. “I guess I kind of adopted him as my brother in a way.”
The mention of family reminds me that he just got off the phone with his aunt. And she wants to meet me. I don’t have a good feeling about meeting her at all. The waitress drops off our bill and continues bussing her other tables. Coen pulls out his wallet and sticks some cash in with the bill and places it back on the table for the waitress to grab.
“Ready to go, Sweet Cheeks?” He stands up and holds his hand out, waiting for mine. “I have one more place I want to take you, if you’re feeling up to it,” he says with a questioning look. “Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”
“I’m down for whatever as long as you’re with me.” I place my hand in his and his eyes meet mine. For a moment I almost feel like I can see straight through to his soul.
Seven
Coen
I’m not really sure how I feel about taking Lexi to meet Aunt Sarah this week. That woman is so unpredictable, and she hates basically all my friends and anything I do. She’s been that way ever since my parents died. She’s told me many times that I’ve ruined her life. She blames not being married on having to take care of me when I was younger. Saying that no one wanted to date her because she had baggage. I know damn well it wasn’t that, though. My guess is it was always her shitty fucking attitude.
If she passes someone on the street or in the store and she doesn’t like something they’re wearing, she’ll flat out tell them it’s hideous. I remember one specific time, when I was about ten years old; we had gone out to get groceries. When we were ready to pay, the only cash register open was being run by a teenage girl with purple hair. I thought she was kinda cute. My aunt, on the other hand, turned her nose up in disgust and blatantly told the poor girl that her hair looked like a rejected Easter egg and that she would never have a real job, or get married, looking like that. The poor girl was almost in tears by the time she was finished ringing through our groceries.
I pull into the parking lot of that same supermarket and Lexi shoots me a sideways glance.
“Coen, why are we at the grocery store?” She’s looking at me like I’m crazy as we start to walk inside.
“Because I’m going to cook you dinner tonight and you are going to relax.” I kiss the top of her head and grab her hand as we walk through the automatic sliding glass doors. “Do you like barbecue chicken?”
“I love chicken,” she says with a smile, “and barbecue sounds perfect.”
We make our way through the store, gathering the things I’ll need. I’ve decided to keep it simple and just make chicken breasts and some potatoes that I will wrap in foil and place on the grill too, with some corn on the cob and a Caesar salad. It’s quick and easy and not much of a mess to clean up, which means more time to spend with Lexi.
“Should we grab something for dessert?” she asks, looking up at me with those amazing, gorgeous brown eyes.
We turn down the aisle with all of the ice cream and dessert toppings. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this earlier, but I just had an amazing idea. My smirk widens to a grin and my eyes light up with excitement.
Best. Idea. Ever.
“Oh, I just had an amazing idea for dessert, Sweet Cheeks, but all we’ll need is you and a few toppings.” I wink and playfully slap her ass.
She yelps.
“Coen, there’s a lady over there watching us,” she says in a shouty whisper.
I glance over at the elderly woman and give her a little wave with my finger tips and smile. The little old woman gasps. Turning her nose up in disgust, she quickly leaves the aisle as fast as she can.
“Ha,” I scoff. “Knew that would work.”
I shake my head and we head toward the checkout.
“What do you mean?” Lexi asks.
“Ah, most elderly people are either disgusted or afraid of me because of how I look.”
“I love the way you look,” she says, sliding her hand up my arm and standing on her tiptoes to kiss my cheek. Her perky, plump breasts lightly brush against my arm and I almost get an instant hard-on.
What am I, thirteen?
“Come here.” I stop in the middle of the store, cradle her beautiful, lightly freckled face in my hands, and kiss her so deeply that suddenly the store and everyone around us don’t exist. When I pull away, our eyes are both filled with lust, and I ache with desire. I look around the store to see mothers covering their children’s eyes, and that little old woman from a few moments ago is stopped in her tracks, mouth gaping open in shock and cheeks flushed. I smile and wave to her again and she rushes away.
“You are such an animal,” Lexi says, smirking at me as she slides her hand into my back pocket and squeezes my ass cheek. I growl. She’s just as much of an animal as I am, and I fucking love it.
“Let’s pay for these groceries before I take you right here on the conveyor belt of this cash register,” I say through my teeth.
I can’t get enough of this chick. She’s like an addiction.
Lexi giggles and the cashier’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t say a word. She just rings our items through as fast as she possibly can.
***
We quickly stopped at Lexi’s place to grab her some clean clothes and things before heading to my place. I’m not ready to let her out of my sight yet, and she didn’t put up a fight at all when I asked if she would stay over tonight. When we get there she says she wants to go change into something more comfortable so she could relax easier, so I sit and wait on the back patio.
Lexi comes out a few minutes later with two beers in her hand, wearing a blue dress with thin straps. The dress hits her mid-thigh.
“I hope you don’t mind,” she says, gesturing with the beers and handing one to me, “I made myself at home.”
“Of course I don’t mind. I’m happy you’re comfortable here.�
� I smile, taking the beer from her.
She sits down in the lawn chair beside me, and I swear she crosses her legs in slow motion. God, how I want to be between those smooth, delicious legs again already. It feels so right when she’s with me. Like she should have been here all along. And I don’t want to ever let her go. I just hope Aunt Sarah doesn’t do something stupid to try and scare her away. The last thing that woman wants on this earth is for me to be happy. She’s miserable, so she thinks I should be, too. After all, according to her it’s my fault she’s so miserable.
Tonight is about Lexi though, so I’m not going to worry about that crabby old hag. I’m going to focus on this beautiful woman beside me and show her the attention and appreciation she deserves.
There’s just something about her that makes me want to live for today and enjoy the time we have together now, for however long that may be. I’d be lying though if I said I wasn’t terrified that she could be taken from me in the blink of an eye, just like my parents were. Last night was too close of a call.
I look over at Lexi. The sun is highlighting her vibrant auburn hair and making her light dusting of freckles stand out just a little more. Her tattoos are proudly on display and her perky tits are hugged perfectly by that blue dress. I’ve never seen someone so beautiful.
We sit for a little while, sipping our beers and chatting about random things from the weather to concerts we’ve been to and our likes and dislikes. It turns out we have a lot more in common than just tattoos and fast cars.
Before we know it we’ve had a couple of beers each and a few hours have passed.
“Well, Sweet Cheeks, what do you say I make you dinner, then we take a nice hot shower, crawl into bed with some Netflix, and chill?” I smirk as I stand up, placing my arms behind my head and arching my back to stretch.
Lexi stands up and walks over to me while I still have my arms stretched behind my head and slowly runs her hands up my chiseled torso. The slightest touch from her sends shivers down my spine.
“Hmm,” she hums. “Do I get to pick the movie?”
Her hands slide gracefully down my back and she slips them into my back pockets, gripping my ass and pulling me closer to her. I bring my hands down to cradle her sun-kissed cheeks and place a tender kiss on her lips.
“If you keep grabbing my ass like that we’ll have to skip dinner and the shower and go straight to getting dirty again,” I say in a low, seductive growl.
I continue placing small kisses along her neck, down to her collarbone, and in one fluid motion I slip the front of her dress down, revealing her left breast. She gasps, sucking in a quick breath as I take her taut nipple into my mouth. I suck tenderly and hold her tit firmly in my hand as I flick the pink bud with the tip of my tongue. Just as quickly, I put her dress back in place and kiss her lips. She moans and gives me a disappointed look. Not pleased that I stopped.
“You are such a tease sometimes, you know that?” Lexi crosses her arms and huffs.
I laugh and playfully slap her ass and her jaw drops.
“You started it, Sweet Cheeks.” I shrug. “I’ll take care of you and finish what you started later.” I smirk. “Don’t worry.”
Lexi sticks out her bottom lip and pretends to pout. It takes every bit of restraint I have to not pull her to me and suck that juicy lip into my mouth and just take her right here on my patio.
I chuckle and pull her into a hug, kissing the top of her head.
“Now let’s get dinner out of the way, so I can have my dessert.”
Eight
Lexi
Today has been the most fun, and at the same time, the most relaxing day I have had in a long time. Coen has given up his entire Sunday to keep me company. I don’t think he’d rather be anywhere else though, judging by the way he hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of me. I am definitely not complaining.
After some protesting from Coen, I helped him prep all of the food. After we seasoned the chicken and wrapped the potatoes and corn in foil, he did all of the grilling, and I prepared the salad. It was the most delicious barbecue I’ve had in a long time. Maybe I’m imagining it, but this was the best I’ve had since the last time my dad was able to make it for me. Sure, I make it for myself all the time, but it always tastes better when someone else cooks it.
I’m inside washing the dishes when Coen comes in from cleaning the grill.
“You’re hard-headed at times, aren’t you?” he asks. He’s standing so close that I can feel his warm breath on the back of my ear. He smells like a mixture of cologne, sweat, and barbecue smoke. It’s so manly and such a turn-on.
“Me? Hard-headed? Never,” I snicker.
“Mmhmm,” Coen hums as he slides his hands around my waist and starts nibbling on my earlobe. It sends shivers down my spine. “I thought…I told you…to leave the dishes…there,” he says in between placing kisses up and down my neck.
He’s making me so wet. He presses his body closer to mine, and I feel his cock hard against me. I drop the dish I was washing back into the soapy water and turn around to face him. His green eyes are filled with lust, and he takes my mouth and completely intertwines it with his own. He then slides his hands so lightly down my back that it causes me to shiver again. I moan into his mouth and he growls as he grabs my ass cheeks hard and lifts me up. My hands are still soapy and wet from the dishes, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he holds me up as he fists his other hand in my hair. Our kisses are so deep that we can hardly breathe and neither one of us wants to come up for air. My nails dig into his back and he walks through the house, carrying me to the bathroom.
Once we make it there, he stands me next to the tub, and even though I expect him to rip off our clothes in desperate fury, he doesn’t. The desire is written all over his face, there’s a fire in his eyes, and his lips part as he wets them with the tip of his tongue, letting his bottom lip drag against his teeth.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, almost inaudible.
We both get into the shower and Coen turns it on. For a brief moment we just stand there, panting from our heated kiss, and let the warm water trickle over our bodies while we catch our breath.
He places his hand on my neck, and I close my eyes while leaning in to his touch. His grasp is firm but sensual as he slowly turns me around, my back now against his front. With one hand still on my neck, he starts placing kisses down my spine as his other hand slides between my legs. He rubs his middle finger between my slick, wet folds, teasing my now sensitive clit.
I shudder against him, completely under his spell.
I reach behind me and grip my nails into his firm ass cheek.
“Ah, fuck, Lex,” he growls low in my ear, “I want to take this slow for you, but if you keep that up, I’m not going to last long.” I let go of him as he reaches for the shampoo and starts washing my hair. I’m frustrated when his strong hand leaves my aching pussy, but the moment he starts massaging his fingers through my hair, I melt into his touch.
A few moments later I turn around and reach for the soap. Our eyes lock and he freezes, waiting to see what I’m going to do next. I work up a lather in my hands and slowly reach out so they are just centimeters away from Coen’s pecs. His breath hitches in anticipation of my touch. I steadily guide my hands down to his waist, never once making contact. He starts to move closer and I back away.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I shake my head. “Ladies first.” I smirk.
Coen raises an eyebrow in amusement and swallows hard.
“Be my guest, Sweet Cheeks. I could stand here and take in the sight of you like this all. Night. Long.”
I decide to tease him a little first. I cross my soapy hands over in front of my chest. Starting at my neck I take my time and wash down my arms. I then cup my breasts as I close my eyes and whisper Coen’s name. I open my eyes again and continue washing down to my waist, but just before I start to reach between my legs, Coen turns me around and quickly pulls me to hi
m. My back is now to his chest again.
His strong, wet, tattooed arms are wrapped around my waist. His cock is warm and hard, resting against my ass.
“I love the teasing, Lex.” He licks up my neck and nibbles my ear. “But I’m craving my dessert,” he growls, as he turns me around to kiss my lips.
We finish our shower, as best as we can, while not being able to keep our hands off each other, and Coen dries us both off. He takes his time with me, carefully making sure he doesn’t miss a spot. One minute he’s ravaging my body like a starved animal and the next he’s sweet and sensual. He wants me so badly, but he’s trying so hard to make sure he’s pleasuring me and not just satisfying his own needs tonight. No man I have ever been with has cared like this before. Coen’s different, but it’s a good different. In fact, it’s amazing, and I never want it to end.
“Dessert sounds like a great idea.”
Suddenly his smile fades and he looks perplexed.
“What’s wrong?” I frown.
“The dessert toppings are downstairs in the kitchen.” He sticks out his bottom lip and pretends to pout like a toddler.
Things have been so spontaneous the past few days, why stop now. I instantly have an idea.
“Wanna race?” I wiggle an eyebrow and giggle.
“Right now?” Coen looks at me like I’ve grown a horn in the middle of my head. “Lex, in case you’ve forgotten, we’re kind of naked and I have a raging hard on.”
“All the more reason to race you…to the kitchen for the toppings.”
A slow smile spreads across his face, but he still looks a bit confused.
“I don’t follow, Sweet Cheeks.”
“First person to the kitchen and back to your bedroom with the toppings gets dessert first.”
“Okay…” Coen’s intrigued now, but still not quite getting it. I think all of his blood is rushing to the wrong head at the moment.
I can’t help but laugh at how adorable this tall, naked, confused, tattooed man looks right now.
“Oh my God, Coen,” I giggle. “Let me put it this way. You should really hope I win”—I lean down and give the head of his cock a quick flick of my tongue—“because I’m very hungry.”
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