“Oh sweet Jesus. I wanna get nasty.” He groans.
“But you’re already a dirty boy, and I’ve gotta give you a bath to make you clean.”
“Make me clean, and then make me dirty again. Keep dancing for me.” He says.
“So demanding. Give me another song.” I won’t start moving again until he does.
“This song is hot. Sarah loves it, and you’re going to tear it up.”
I’ve never heard this artist before, even with listening to his entire music library.
“Who’s this, I like this song?’
“Christina Aguilera, Dirty. Isn’t it fitting?”
It is kind of hot. I shake my hips to the beat, dipping and swaying, gyrating and twerking in front of him.
I reach for my toes, bending and shaking to the music, I steal a glance between my legs and notice he’s panting and rubbing his junk. A cringing look on his face. I don’t want to put him in pain, but the man practically begged me to do this. I’m only giving him what he asked for.
I get him involved this time. Twirling around him, I reach around his front and unbuckle his belt with one hand and groping his cock through his pants with the other. I pull it through all the belt loops and sling it behind me.
Circling back around to his front, I unbutton his jeans. He helps me tug them down and as soon as clearance allows, his cock springs up.
Does this guy ever wear underwear?
“Just for you. Sweet Lady.” He answers my unspoken question.
Moving my body in front of him, I begin to notice that twerking naked only makes me want to push myself back into him. I’m struggling against what my body desires and what my brain says I should do. Squatting to the ground, I push my ass into him and slowly ride him back up, caressing every inch of him with only my ass cheeks. It gets a little sketchy when I near his cock. I move cautiously, worried he might end up somewhere I’m not quite ready for him to be.
Although, judging by our heights, we’d be a perfect pair for standing doggie style sex.
“You keep that up, and we’re going to be in big trouble, lady. Come on.” He bends and lifts me into his arms, carrying me the rest of the way.
I don’t think we’d make it in time to the shower by the time Jax and Jessa got home if we continued our strip tease in the hallway upstairs. I’m glad he put a stop to it when he did.
We barely took even ten steps in the hallway before I just went with my instincts and started that whole performance.
The shower with him afterwards was hot and not just from the steam of the water.
He made me dirty and then clean, and then dirty again. I gave him just as much attention, swallowing him into the back of my throat, I’ve learned he loves when I moan while he’s implanted so deep, the vibration pulls his balls up, and jerks his cock. Its exciting to see someone you care about losing control.
Chapter 17
Addie
The hardware store increased business, now that its easier to find what shoppers are looking for with the website being up, and with a new specialty selection, and a one of a kind designer available for one on one consultations. It helps both the business and me.
I decided to have a girl’s day of lunch and then shopping with my only sister, Jessa. I’ve been either pulling double shifts at the hardware store or working my tail off at Jeremiahs.
Well at least trying to for the most part. I have to fend him off me sometimes just to change a damn light bulb. He loves to touch and tease me and that sometimes prohibits any work from getting done. That’s why I told him today I needed girl time with my sister. I was hoping he’d understand and he did. That whole conversation just kind of breezed over without any hiccups and it surprised me how we were already so in tune as a couple.
Jessa met up with me at a café near the outlet stores, it serves this pecan and berry salad that I absolutely love. All the ingredients are grown fresh from their garden or from a neighboring farm. It has a spring mix, with grilled chicken slices, strawberries, blue blueberries, and a raspberry vinaigrette, and then its sprinkled with caramelized roasted pecans. Its to die for, I crave it like crazy, I should probably pick up the ingredients and make it for Jeremiah and I sometime. I’m sure he’d love it too.
“Hey girl, how’s it going? I feel like we rarely get to hang out anymore.”Jessa approaches my truck and hops in.
“Well its rare for you to be baby free for an afternoon. What did you have to do to bribe your dad with this time?”
“No bribing, he said he missed them and would like to have some time one on one with them, I asked it I’d be needed and he told me he raised me right, he could take of them for a few hours too. I’m not one to question a babysitter willing to give me a free afternoon. So no more about me, tell me, have things heated up with you and what did you call him last time, Jere Bear.”
“Things are going great, we’re taking our time, getting to know one another, its becoming so much easier to be around him now that I’ve moved in. I’m seriously falling for him, and I’m scared, oh God, I’m so scared, what happens when he walks away. I try to stay positive, and when I’m with him, the negative thoughts fade and my only focus is on him. I’m kind of messed up about him right now, I feel like things are going almost too perfect, that’s why I wanted today with you, all my free time is spent with him, and I love spending time with him, but I’m worried his feelings for me will fade once he gets tired of seeing me all the time.”
“I wouldn’t be worried about that. I’d be more worried about what to wear to knock his socks off. “
“Listen, I’m not really in the mood to go shopping today, can we head to the farmer’s market, and the meat market? I’d like to pick up some things to make for dinner this week.”
“Sure no problem, I already knew you would probably flake on me again. I keep trying to get you to buy your own dresses, but you insist on picking from my closest instead.”
“What can I say, I’m cheap, and I’d rather get what’s free than spend money on something I may never wear again.”
“Oh so you are becoming one of them?”
“One of who?”
“The type of girl who wears an outfit once and then never again wears it again. Me, I would mix it up, add a different sweater or boots, tights or leggings or none at all. I work in fashion, I know how to be versatile.”
“I’m not that type of girl, I just don’t want to invest in a bunch of clothes that aren’t who I am. I dress up for him, but I’m not comfortable, and I don’t want to hurt his feelings but I follow along because to some degree I really like him back. And I want to make him happy.”
“See girl, its all about compromise. Sometimes you have to bite the bullet to keep your man happy.”
We’ve just pulled up as I’m getting out of my F250 truck I notice a Red Beemer that seemed to have followed us here. I remember seeing it circling the parking lot at the outlet mall and now I see it again. That’s too much of a coincidence.
I carry on, just like I normally would. However I keep my sights on the red coupe with a white racing stripes.
My arms are full with two paper sacks full of fresh vegetables and fruit, as we make our way to the car. Jessa stocked up on some staples as well. She wants to make homemade baby food and fresh vegetables are key to the twin’s nutrition. Our next stop is the meat market across the street.
I didn’t pay much attention as we entered the market. We went separate ways. I perused the poultry and seafood section, while she wandered off to pork and beef.
As I’m rounding the corner, I’m met with the one person I’d hope to never see again. He stares back at me, a smile appearing on his features. I feel this creepy vibe coming off of him. Never has he sought me out, in public. I pull out my phone from my back pocket, secretively I turn off the ringer, and act like I just received a call. I turn my back on him and continue my charade. ‘Hey Jere Bear, I’m picking up ingredients for dinner tonight. I was thinking of keeping our meal light,
if you know what I mean?”
“Of course, I will give you that…yeah I have to keep it PG, I’m not alone.’
“No, it wont be long. I promise. Jessa and I should be wrapping things up soon. This is our last stop.”
“I miss you too Jere Bear.” I realize I haven’t turned around to see if he’s still standing there. I pray to God he’s moved on, knowing I’m not alone and also showing him that I’m with someone now. He ruined what little chance he was given. Of course back then, I still wasn’t in the right mind to attach myself to someone. I don’t know when I finally changed my ways, either before Jeremiah or because of him. But now that I know for sure that he’s in this with me all the way, my fears seem non-existent. Don’t get me wrong, I still ask myself everyday why I deserve to have him in my life. I wonder what God thinks of us together. I’m sure he’d have some words about our living arrangements and the fact that we aren’t married.
I’m sure a shit storm is brewing beyond the foggy horizon of this blissful, honeymoon stage of our relationship. I feel like eventually he’ll see that I’m not good enough for him. I’m not his usual M.O.
I pick out my selection, letting the attendant know my pickings. I end my fake call and slide my phone back into my pocket.
I place the packages in my shopping basket and turn to look for my sister.
Fuck! He hasn’t moved. What am I supposed to do now?
He approaches me, that creepy smirk adorning his face again. I wish I could scream, but my reflexes seemed to have stalled. My normal attitude is far from here, she’s scared shitless hiding in the corner.
“How’s the house coming?”
“It’s none of your concern.” I barely choke out. My throat is dry, the words want to come out but it feels like I’m losing a battle of my own will. I can’t even get my body to work when I want it to. I feel so helpless.
“I miss seeing you around town. Would you be interested in meeting me for a drink later so we can catch up?”
“I’m sorry, I have plans for dinner with my boyfriend.” Finally, I got what I wanted to say out. Finally!
“Your Jeremiah is a lucky man. Tell him I said so.”
I ignore his comment, continuing down the aisle past him. I see Jessa near the front and flag her down.
“Are you ready to go?”
“Yeah, I’m good, didn’t you need to get more stuff?”
“I’ll come back another time to pick up the rest. I need to get out of here, now!” She nods her head skeptically and follows behind me.
Hightailing it to the truck, I peel out of the parking lot and gun the engine down the road.
“What’s wrong? What happened back there?”
“Adam Baker followed us there, he asked me out for drinks later. Of all the things to say to me after all this time, he acts like it never happened. I don’t understand men sometimes.”
“What? He was there? Oh damn, we need to call your brother, and Jeremiah.”
“No, I don’t want them to know. They’ll make a big deal of it, and I don’t want to draw any more attention to me. Adam backed off, after I clued him into my relationship with Jere. We shouldn’t have to deal with him again.”
“As long as you’re sure. I’m worried about you, because I love you and care about you.’
“I love you too. Thanks for shopping with me today, even though it wasn’t for apparel purposes. I appreciate any time I have with you. It felt like old times.”
“I had fun too. It was a nice reprieve from diaper changing and feedings. I felt like a normal human being, putting on actual clothes and makeup and to go out somewhere, even if I didn’t get you a new wardrobe.”
I drop her off and even though I’m less than a two-minute drive home, I stretch it to more like ten.
I dread having to explain my saddened state to Jeremiah. I need this time to figure out how I’m going to tell him about that night. I just don’t think I’m ready. I mean he wouldn’t look at me as the strong, fearless female, his lady luck. He’d only see me as the girl who was too stupid to trust an old friend.
Chapter 18
Jeremiah
I’ve been hanging out at the cafe near the hardware store on the days Addie works, today I had a craving for this amazing shaved roasted beef sandwich. And even though she’s not working this afternoon, I’ve got to have my fix.
I’m enjoying my meal when a man who I’ve only seen from a distance, approaches me.
“Hey, Jeremiah, right?”
“Yeah, I’m Jeremiah and you are?”
“My name is Adam, so hey, I wanted to ask you what you thought of Jax’s sister Addison? I’ve hooked up with her before but she probably won’t put out for you. Although if I had another chance I’d nail her to her hearts content. It could be bloody but who cares. Right?”
“What are you talking about? She’s my girlfriend, and I’m not talking to you about our sex life. Besides I’m the only one she’s ever been with.”
“You may want to reconsider that statement. I’ve got some pictures of her that may prove otherwise.”
“What pictures? I don’t know what you’re talking about but I need you to leave.”
“Just look,” he hands me the phone and sure enough that’s my lady, spread wide, exposed and he’s bent between her legs.
My roast beef sandwich rolls around in my stomach, I feel like I’m going to be sick.
“How the hell did you get this? When?”
“See she has secrets she’s keeping from you, makes you wonder what else she’s been hiding huh? Here give me your number I’ll send them to you.”
I hand over my phone; my actions are not registering in my brain. It’s too jumbled to know what’s taking place. My world feels like it’s stopped again. How can this be?
How could she not tell me I wasn’t the only one? And then it registers in my brain that this guy has had his hands on my girl, and he still wants to fuck her? Not happening, that's my territory. She may have some explaining to do, but that doesn’t constitute this motherfucker putting his hands on my girl.
I lunge at him. My fist lands on his upper jaw. I throw another blow to just under his chin, his head falls back and his body crashes to the ground.
He doesn’t get back up again, but I see that he’s still breathing. He may have a good concussion when he wakes but who am I to care.
I walk away and jump in my truck. Destination: Addie’s house. I want answers.
I find her in the barn, tending to her puppies.
Throwing my phone down at her, with the picture displayed she gasps and shoots her head up to me.
“You scared me, hey Jere bear. I missed you.”
“I’m not here to mingle. Tell me what this is.” She looks down and sees the graphic picture. With tears erupting from her eyes she looks back up to me.
‘You don’t understand Jeremiah. Its not what it looks like.”
“It looks like you lied to me. When you said you’ve never been with anyone. It’s not hard to see. Why couldn’t you tell me? I would’ve understood. But you lied to me. I told you I don’t deal with liars and cheaters. And it looks like you did both.”
I can’t look at her anymore. How could I just let her in, and then bam I’m back where I started before? Heartbroken. Devastated. Defeated.
“I’m leaving, since you cant give me answers, let me know when you’ll be by to get your stuff. I can’t do this anymore.” I grab my phone from her hands and walk out of her life. All I hear from her are sobs, but not a word. Why the hell did I trust her? Is she upset I found out? Or upset that I’m walking out on her?
I jump in the truck and head next door to my place. I'm so enraged, I've never felt this angry and hurt all at once before, even with Camryn leaving, I never felt this type of darkness seep into my bones.
Destruction! Mass Destruction! I want to rip apart something, break it into tiny little pieces, just like my heart feels.
You know that basement project to tear out all
the walls to open the space. I'm going to knock it out; the adrenaline coursing through my brain could fuel the sunroom too. I hate the in wall shelving and wood paneling, who knows the dining room wall may come down too. I don’t care what the designer says, it’s my fucking house and I’m done listening to liar.
To Be Continued….
Some say love conquers all.
But…. Lies, deceit and secrets have a way of opening wounds too deep to fill.
Will Jeremiah and Addie find a way to back each other?
Is their love strong enough to conquer all?
Please stay tuned for Lady Luck Part Two coming January 2015.
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Acknowledgements
First and foremost I want to thank my wonderful husband. I couldn’t have done this one without your understanding. You’re love and support through it all is what carried me through. You braved eating take out and left overs and also missing out on quality time spent with me. I’m one lucky girl to wake up everyday with you at my side. You’re my inspiration too.
To my sister Brooke, I’ve said this before and I will say it again, you are my best friend. Our bond began at birth and is even stronger now. I love you.
To my mom who loves without question and teaches you to use your talents to better your world. When I told you I was writing a book, you told me I may have found my creative spark, although it didn’t surprise you at all. Thank you for all you have done for me. I never could have asked for a better mom!
To my dad who has supported me from the beginning of my writing and with everything I do.
Again to all the women in my life, there too many to name, just know you’re advice and support is well appreciated.
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