Indulge

by Liv Morris

  I have called Courtney kitty since we were kids. She has an obsession for Hello Kitty.

  “Hello, pretty kitty,” I say cheerfully.

  She laughs. “What are you up to, Sis?”

  “I just got home from running a couple of errands. I’m about to eat my lunch then take a nap before I have to get up and get ready for work.” I dig around in my Wendy’s sack to find my straw for my drink.

  “Sounds like fun,” she says sarcastically.

  “What are you doing?” Where did I put that straw?

  “Nothing, just calling to check on you.” The way she said it made me quit digging around in my Wendy’s sack.

  “Why? Is there something you know that I don’t?”

  “I’m just checking if you’ve seen sex on a stick since Sunday?”

  My shoulders slump and I let out a breath. There is no escaping a Slade conversation today. I think it was a mistake that I told her all about the night I ran into Slade, and then almost kissing him outside the bar. I told her I was pretty sure that was part of a dream, and now she thinks I dream about him every night.

  I’ve only dreamed of him a few times. Okay, if I’m being honest with myself, I’ve dreamed of him more than a few times.

  “No, I haven’t. And I don’t want to.” I smile in victory as I finally find my straw smashed at the bottom of the sack.

  “Yes, you do. You like him. You have never talked about a guy like you talk about Slade.” She laughs.

  “That’s because he drives me insane.” I’m getting annoyed with all of these Slade conversations.

  “You mean insanely hot and bothered.”

  “Court! I don’t want to talk about Slade.” I take a drink of my pop.

  “You should just sleep with him,” she says carelessly.

  I spit out all the pop that was in my mouth. “What?” I squeal through a fit of coughing while trying to cover my mouth as it dribbles down my chin.

  “What was that noise? Are you okay?”

  “That was me spitting out all my pop I was about to swallow before you mentioned that absurd idea.” I grab a paper towel and start cleaning up my mess on the counter.

  “You know you want to,” she argues. “You waited until you were a senior in college before you got physical with someone. And trust me, from everything you’ve told me about your sex life with Jax, it sucked! They are not all like that. I think you should hook up with Slade.”

  She cannot be serious.

  “So, now that I’m single, I should just start sleeping around with anyone?” I ask sarcastically.

  “You want him. Believe me, if all that stuff wasn’t a dream and it really happened, then he wants you just as bad. And guys like him don’t give up. Just give in and have fun.” This is coming from my friend who used to sneak boys in and out of her bedroom window all the time in high school.

  “So, you’re saying what? I just go up to him and tell him I want him? Trust me, he will laugh in my face and walk away.” I pull out my sandwich and fries.

  “Don’t think so much about it. Just make it happen.” She makes it sound like it’s life or death important that I sleep with Slade.

  “Enough about Slade. How are you and Jimmy?” Court and Jimmy have been together for a few months now, and when I talked to her last week, it sounded like it was getting serious.

  “Oh, we broke up,” she says happily.

  I roll my eyes. “Why?” I shove a few fries in my mouth.

  “Because I just wasn’t feeling it anymore. The guy acted like a girl. You know how I like my space. He was too clingy.”

  Just as I go to take another drink, Cortney starts screaming in my ear.

  “You son of a bitch!” It’s so loud that I drop my drink on to the counter, causing it to turn over and spill.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” I laugh as I grab a towel. “You just scared the crap out of me and caused me to drop my drink.” I continue laughing while cleaning up the mess.

  “This jackass in front of me just slammed on his brakes for no reason. You fucking idiot!” she screams again. I hear her honking her horn. “Get out of my way!”

  “Maybe you should call me back later, and pay more attention to driving.” I throw the dirty paper towels in the trash.

  “Okay. I love you, Sissy, and I’ll talk to you later.”

  “Love you too, Kitty.”

  Chapter Seven

  I’m sitting in my office at my house, trying to get some work done, when I hear my brother’s voice in the hallway.

  “Slade?” Micah yells.

  “Do you just enter everyone’s house like you do mine?” I ask, not looking up from the documents in front of me.

  “Oh, there you are,” he says, sounding relieved. “I was afraid you were in bed with some girl.” He comes to stand before my desk.

  You would think after he walked in on me fucking a woman, he would knock. No such luck. He once walked in on me fucking some nameless girl when I first moved into this house two years ago. We were going at it on the couch when Micah walked in on us, scaring the shit out of the poor girl. It was a good thing I didn’t care to see her after that because I doubt she would have returned.

  I lean back into my chair, linking my fingers together and placing them in my lap. I haven’t fucked anyone since I met Angel. I know that it hasn’t been that long, but that’s a long time for me. I don’t want to fuck anyone but her, and I have a feeling deep down in my stomach that just sleeping with her once isn’t going to tame the want I have for her.

  “Well, it’s your lucky day because I’m here alone.”

  “I see that.” He looks around like he’s trying to come up with something to say.

  “What do you want, Micah?” I ask rather annoyed.

  He looks back to me. “You want to go out tonight?” He places his hands in his pocket. He’s nervous about something.

  “No,” I shake my head sitting up. “I’m not in the mood to go out.” Micah is still standing there, but he isn’t say anything.

  “Do you have another question?” I ask nicely, although he’s starting to get on my nerves. I’m trying to work.

  “I’m going out tonight,” he says happily.

  I nod. Good for him.

  “To Larry’s.” He smiles rather smugly.

  I sit back in my seat again. He has my attention now. “And?”

  “And Holly is going to be working.”

  “And?” I press for more information.

  “Holly texted me a while ago...She said Sam is working tonight as well.”

  I feel a smile on my face. “Well, I guess I can join you for a beer or two.” I feel rather happy about the thought of seeing my beautiful Angel tonight.

  “Thought so.” Micah turns to walk out of my office, but stops at the door and turns around. “Hey, Slade?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Just so you know, I didn’t come tell you that so you could sleep with her. I know you like her, and I told you that so you could get to know her. I have a feeling you’re going to have to work hard just for that much from her.” He pats the door then walks out.

  My brother and I have always been close. Really close. We are only two years apart, and always getting in trouble together. He was never the partier like I was, I had Josh for that, but Micah was always doing stuff to get us in trouble. It just didn’t involve alcohol. I would drag him around from party to party with Josh and myself, so we could fuck around with the girls we wanted, and Micah could be our designated driver.

  Then we grew up, he met Holly, and everything changed. I’m happy he met Holly. He loves her, and she makes him very happy. I just never thought that kind of life was for me. Settling down and falling in love? It’s overrated. Who wants to put up with all of that relationship bullshit? Not me.

  He knows I want her, but the way he just said it made it sound like I wanted more from her than just a fuck. Do I? It’s physical, yes, and it was also really hard leaving her in her bed the ot
her night. I wanted to crawl in next to her and just hold her. Show her that I was there for her and that she wasn’t alone. What does that say?

  I’m anxious, and somewhat nervous about tonight. As I park, I look over to see Angel’s car a few spots down from me. I smile, knowing I’m going to get to see her again.

  “Slade!” Josh shouts from a table when I walk in the door.

  “Hey, I didn’t know you were coming.” I pull out a seat and sit down.

  Josh shrugs. “It was a last minute decision.” He picks up a water bottle and takes a drink.

  “Water?” That’s surprising.

  He nods his head. “Thought I would take one night off.”

  “Probably a good idea.” I take a quick look around. “Where’s Micah?”

  “He’s in the back with the girls. Holly asked him to help her with something...wait, there he is.”

  I turn around to see Holly, Micah and Angel walk out from the back. My eyes are glued to Angel as they travel from her messy ponytail down to her tennis shoes. She has a pair of tight black jeans on and a white tank top that has the usual Larry’s logo across her chest. I turn around, having to readjust my pants.

  “You okay?” Josh laughs.

  “Yes” I snap.

  He puts his hands up in the air as he laughs his ass off at me.

  “Glad I can amuse you.”

  “You do. You do,” he nods, still laughing.

  “What is so funny?” Micah asks as he sits down at the table.

  “Nothing.” I eye Josh, daring him to say something. Thank God he doesn’t.

  “Hey guys,” Angel says cheerfully as she comes to stand between Micah and Josh. Then her eyes land on mine, that smile drops off her face, and she takes in a deep breath as if it’s going to kill her to talk to me. “What can I get you to drink, Slade?” How can she already be mad at me? I just got here.

  “I’ll take a Bud Light. In a glass, please.” I give her a tight smile.

  She nods her head, then turns to walk off.

  “How did I already piss her off? Anyone know?’’ I look to my friend and brother who are shaking their heads no.

  “Told you it was going to be hard,” Micah says, taking a drink of his beer.

  “I don’t know her all that well, but I was in here often while you were out of town. I’ve never seen her be mean to anyone but you.” Josh smiles.

  “Figures.” The one girl I want is going to be the hardest for me to get.

  “Here you go.” She comes back, placing my beer in front of me. She turns to walk off, but I grab her hand. She turns back around, looking down at our hands then up to my eyes.

  “Need something else?” she asks with that bitchy tone that I love.

  I can’t take my eyes off of her. I want to know what I did wrong, and for once in my life I want to fix whatever fuck up I did. I want her to give me her full attention. I want to see her gorgeous smile. And I want her to stand here for a few minutes and just talk to me!

  “Tell me something about yourself, Angel.” She tries to pull her hand away, but I hold it tighter.

  “There’s nothing you need to know.” She tugs on her hand again. This time I let it go. “Do you need anything else?” I shake my head no, and she turns to help another table.

  “You two need to tell me everything you know about her.” I take a drink of my beer before I place my elbows on the table.

  “She was with Jax for eight months and for the time that I’ve known them, he was a jack ass to her, treated her like shit. So don’t be your normal dick head self. You need to talk to her nicely.” Micah tells me, taking a swig of his beer.

  “Nicely? I was talking to her nicely.” He knows how I usually talk to women. He knows that was nice for me. We can’t all be sweet and romantic like Micah.

  “Nicer,” he says slowly. “This may come as a surprise to you, Slade, but to get someone different, you will have to act different.”

  Act different? How am I supposed to act? “Fine. I will go talk to her nicely.” I pick up my beer and stand up. I turn around to walk to the bar, but don’t make it two steps before I run right into Angel and spill my beer all over her.

  She gasps, throwing her hands out to her side, and looking down at the mess I created. I stand there frozen, watching it run down into her chest between her rather large tits, soaking her shirt in the process and letting me see her tan lace bra underneath. My already tight jeans get tighter.

  “Slade,” Angel hisses, getting my attention.

  “Fuck. I’m so sorry.” I seem to always be telling her I’m sorry.

  I pick up a couple of napkins, and start wiping off her chest.

  “Slade!” she squeals, jumping back. “It’s okay. I can do that.” She takes another step back, snatching the napkins from my hand. “Thanks, though.”

  “I’m really sorry, Angel.” Her head snaps up. She looks pissed; probably because I have a smirk on my face. She looks so fucking hot in the beer covered tank top. I just want to tear it off of her as I lick it off her chest.

  She gives me a look of hatred as her eyes bore into mine. “I’m sure you are.” She pulls her shirt away from her chest as she wipes it down.

  “I’m going to go change.” She turns and starts to walk off.

  “Need any help?” I call out as the guys try to cover their laughter by coughing. They fail miserably.

  Angel stops and turns around, taking a few slow steps toward me. “I think you’ve helped me enough.” She gives me a slow sexy smile that makes my hard erection twitch, then turns and walks off.

  I sit down at the table, “I think she’s playing with me,” I say to myself more than anyone. Giving me that gorgeous smile when she was clearly pissed off at me.

  “She hates you,” Josh laughs out.

  “We’ll see about that.” I stand and head to the back of the bar. I find her as she walks out of an office, now wearing the same tank top just in black.

  Her eyes meet mine as I walk right up to her. “What’s your problem with me?” I demand.

  I can feel the hatred coming from those bright green eyes as she puts her hands on her hips. “Slade, I don’t want to do this.”

  “Do what?” I place my hand on her shoulder, and she jumps back.

  “Have this conversation with you. Why don’t you go back and drink with your buddies while I go back to doing my job?”

  “Why won’t you let me explain about Jax?” She is seriously pissing me off.

  “Why do you want to talk about Jax now? You should have talked to me about him when you knew he was sleeping with someone else!”

  I grind my teeth in frustration. “How many times do I have to say this? I didn’t even know him. I had no idea what was going on. Listen to me. I don’t know what he was doing with her. I mean, yeah. Sure, guys fuck around on their girlfriends.” I shrug. “But to be with her over you?” I shake my head, confused by that thought. “I know in a way you think it’s my fault since I was the one who invited her back, but I never thought she would bring him.”

  She holds up her hand. “Wait. So you’re saying it is somehow my fault that he was fucking around?” Her voice rises.

  I start shaking my head, trying to back track my current statement.

  “And you!” She lifts her hand to gesture at me. “Why would you invite her over? Were you sleeping with her, too?” She pulls her lip back, disgusted by that thought.

  I sigh, rubbing the back of my neck. I’ve already lied to her once, and I don’t want to lie to her ever again. “I’ve slept with her.” I watch as the disgusted look turn to amusement.

  “Of course you have.” She throws her hands up in the air before they land on her hip. “Was she your girlfriend, or just another someone you slept with?”

  “I’ve never had a girlfriend, Angel.”

  “I just don’t understand.” She shakes her head, looking down at the floor.

  “What don’t you understand?” Why I slept with her? Sometimes I would ask
myself that same question.

  “Why he didn’t just leave me if I wasn’t enough?” she whispers.

  I have never wanted to treat a woman as badly as Jax treated Angel. I mean, yeah, I have never had a relationship with one. I just fucked around, but they never thought it was more than that. I never told them I loved them then went behind their back to be with someone else.

  I take a step toward her. “Angel.” She looks up at me. I expected her to have tears in her eyes, but she doesn’t as they stare into mine. “I wanted to tell you. I did. I even picked up my phone the next day to call and tell you, but something came up and I forgot. I never meant for you to get hurt.”

  I reach out slowly and cup her cheek in my hand. She doesn’t pull away, so I take another step closer until my chest is touching hers as I look down at her. I can feel her heart beating fast as she breathes. I know she can feel my hard dick in my pants, but I can’t pull away. I need to be close to her, touching her, showing her how sorry that I am.

  “I will always regret not telling you.” I run my hand through her loose ponytail. I feel a finger slide over a cut. From when he shoved her down?

  I want to kill Jax. I want to rip him to shreds for hurting her. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm down. It wasn’t all his fault; in a way I had a small part to play in that outcome. “I’m so sorry that he hurt you.”

  She takes a step back as my hand falls to my side. “Who told you?” she whispers, looking down at the floor.

  “Does it matter?” She looks up at me with a sad face.

  “No. I guess it doesn’t. Why would you care what did or didn’t happen to me, Slade? You don’t know me.”

  “I want to.” I take a step towards her. I want to know everything about her.

  “Why?”

  Can she not see the way she makes me feel? Why wouldn’t I want to know her? Any man would kill to get to know her.

  I take a deep breath; there’s no need to lie to her. I have always been honest when it comes to just fucking around, and I need to be honest about this too, even if I don’t know exactly what this is yet. “Because you’re special.”