Untamed: A fake relationship, small town romance (Gritt Family Book 3)

by Gabrielle G.

  “Want to talk about it?” Adam shoves my shoulder.

  “If he wanted to talk about it, he would! In the three years I’ve hung out with you guys, he never has shut up when he wanted to talk.” Asher sends another glance toward the door.

  “And what’s the matter with you, Ash? Every time we come to Absinthe you watch the door and scrutinize every face in the bar. Feels like you’re an artificial intelligence computer trying to find the right face to open your heart. Oh shit, that would be a great sci-fi idea.” Adam smiles. “Let me take some notes real quick.” Adam is a sci-fi graphic novel author while Asher is… well, I guess a rich asshole/aspiring-musician. He has talent, and if he ever signed any of those contracts the labels wanted him to, he would become a great artist.

  “He’s looking for that sweet pussy he fucked in the bathroom three years ago,” I say, trying to get Adam off my back. Asher flips me the bird.

  “That's because she was the best virgin I ever had as an offering, but also my ex. I saw a video of her on YouTube singing during an open mic night here.” He drinks his beer slowly, always pacing himself and staying sober while Adam and I get sloshed.

  “On the lookout for two pussies.” I smirk, bringing two fingers up to my mouth and wiggling my tongue in between.

  “And he hasn’t seen either of them in three years. I do hope you get laid a little on the West Coast,” Adam teases him, slapping his back.

  “I don’t need to fuck the whole country to deal with my shit.” Asher shrugs. For a kid thirteen years my junior, he’s way more mature than Adam or me. Probably because of all the shit he went through as a kid.

  “Which brings us back to the matter, Barnabas is not trying to fuck anybody when there is a pair of fake tits dying to be sucked on, that are eying him from the other side of the bar.” Adam looks at me with worry in his eyes. Rolling mine, I ignore him and turn my body toward Ash. “When are you moving here? That guy needs a roommate, and you need to leave mommy dearest.”

  “Have you seen his mom? I would live with her for the rest of my life if I could.” Adam says, with a definite death wish. Asher wasn’t close to his mother for years, and now he’s overly protective of her.

  “Yeah, I know my mom is hot. I got it, Adam, are you going to tell me every time we see each other? Do I have to punch you every time as well?”

  “Pretty much!” Adam laughs, asking for another shot of tequila while Asher cracks his knuckle in preparation of the punch to come.

  “I need to talk with uncle D and Luke, but soon, on the condition that Adam shuts up and doesn’t jerk off thinking of Mother Virginia.”

  “Ah! Mother Virginia.” I laugh, “Funny, especially knowing what Dex and Luke told me about her…”

  “Thank you.” He grins, bringing his fist to Adam’s shoulder in full force and making him whine like an eight-year-old.

  “Asshole!” Adam mumbles before rubbing the point of impact with a wince on his face.

  “Hi.” A sultry voice attached to a pair of huge boobs approaches us. “I was wondering what three handsome men like you were doing alone in a bar.” She brushes her breasts against my arm. Any other night, any other time, I would have dragged her to the bathroom or followed her to her apartment or hotel. But tonight is not that kind of night. Even if the contract with Avery says I could have sex with women whom we don’t know and aren’t tourists, I don’t crave big tits and tiny hips as much as I thought I would. Adam is right, there is something on my mind, and it’s the taste of the sweet pussy I left at home. One that wasn’t supposed to taste so delicious. One that I wasn’t supposed to enjoy that much. One that wants nothing to do with me. I look at the girl offering herself to us; everything is wrong with her, or maybe it’s me.

  “What are we doing alone in a bar? Not looking for pussy, sorry honey,” I dismiss her. Asher lifts an eyebrow, surprised by my admission that I do indeed have something that crawled up my ass, and Adam whistles in shock.

  “Uncle Barnabas is growing up,” the asshole mocks me. Asher snorts, trying to show no emotion as usual.

  “Since when do you call me Uncle?” I turn to my nephew in surprise.

  “It’s like me calling Emma, auntie. It’s disturbing,” Asher adds, talking about Dex’s sister who is only a few years older than him.

  “Since now.” Adam smirks. “Since you became the responsible adult trying to think about your problem and not the teenager I met five years ago going through life one fuck at a time…”

  “You sound like Aaron. Seriously. If I wanted to hang out with him and Dex, I would, not with their younger annoying doppelgangers,” I snap, annoyed by those two jerks acting more and more like their respective father and uncle.

  “Is that supposed to be an insult? Because being like Dex is pretty fucking good in my book,” Asher says proudly.

  “Same for me. Being like Aaron is a life goal. He’s an awesome guy!” Adam clinks his third shot glass with Asher’s first beer. “They even make me miss Luke.” Rolling my eyes, I let Adam and Asher discuss the wonderful men in their lives and get lost in my inner thoughts for a while. It all comes back to one person. Avery and all the dirty images of her on that sofa are replaying over and over. I thought driving to New York would help me forget how wonderful it felt to be hers for the night. I honestly hoped that spending time with my two favorite assholes surrounded by beautiful women would help, but it just reminds me that I would prefer to be home, between her legs, pounding into her. I grunt when the images overpower my brain, and my dick starts to swell.

  “When obsessing about a woman,” Asher starts to lecture me, “it’s important to block out those images in public, so you don’t get a boner in front of everyone.”

  “Speaking about your virgin vixen or your ex?” I look around for Adam. He’s now having an animated conversation with Jake’s brother Reed who works here.

  “As I’m in the bar where I’ve had the best one-night stand of my life, I would say the virgin vixen right now. I can’t even take a leak in here without getting hard.”

  “Well, I live with the object of my current obsession, so I don’t see how I can block any of that shit.” I sign to Oliver, the owner and a friend of Luke, to get another drink.

  “Two options: move, or fuck her again,” he says, his index finger bouncing on his middle one until he releases it and flips me the bird once again. “But stop ruining my trip to New York. If I wanted to spend time with lovesick puppies, I would have stayed home or spent time with Luke.”

  “They are all disgustingly happy, aren’t they?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

  “Have you spent time with your sister lately? She hangs at my parents place all the time; it’s disturbing how happy those two are. Add this to the fuck fest of Virginia and Ry for the last five years and you have all the reasons why I do need to move.”

  “Come live here, Asher. Maybe with some luck, you’ll find one of the two girls again. Now, if you had to choose one or the other, which one would you try to find?”

  “I don’t know,” he grunts. “Can you compare your first love to your best sex?”

  “What if your best sex becomes your last love?” I ask him, speaking about his virgin.

  “Is that what you think your roommate is? The one?”

  “Are you going to braid my hair next, Ash? Since when, do you talk about feelings and love?” I deflect his question, standing up and looking for cash in my pockets.

  “I’m a musician at heart, and Dan Darling is my mentor. Of course, I talk about feelings and shit,” the cocky bastard says, rising on his feet as well.

  Throwing money on the counter, I part ways with Ash and exit the bar to take a stroll in the night.

  Outside, the warm air and smell of the city suffocates my lungs. I don’t know how these fuckers live here, but I would prefer to lose my dick than become a New Yorker. Of course, the thought of my dick, and the gagging I’m fighting because of the garbage scent, makes me think of Avery. If last night was m
y only shot, I should have had her suck me. I can hear the noise of her teeth against my piercing, see my shaft hitting the back of her throat. I shake my head to expunge my dirty thoughts. Fail. I walk faster, trying not to think of her, but it only makes me think of her running away from me in the parking lot at The Bar. What I wouldn’t have done to fuck her, here and there, on the hood of a car, any car. Shit. Failed again.

  “Hey,” the same sultry voice from the bar disrupts my thoughts. “You left without saying goodbye.” That woman is persistent, to say the least. I really look at her now. Long blonde hair, short skirt, high stilettos, plunging and round cleavage. My already hard dick isn’t complaining, even if he’s not jumping at the idea either.

  What better way to get over someone—get under someone else.

  “Do you live far?” I ask, strolling toward her. I won’t ask her name or beat around the bush. I prefer to get my tongue in hers right away.

  “No, just one block away,” she purrs, clearly in lust with me. The closer I come, the more my dick falls down. By the time I’m facing her and grabbing her ass in the middle of the sidewalk, I’m only a little chubby, but I still have hopes that seeing her naked will get me hard as steel. When my thumb grazes her breast, I become as flaccid as the ear of a basset hound. Not willing to let Avery win the control of my desire, I plunge my hand between the blonde’s legs and cup her pussy to ignite a fire inside me. But all it awakens is a snowstorm. My balls crawl up while chills spread all over.

  “Fuck! I’m sorry. You’re hot, and two days ago, I would have fucked you, but it seems my body belongs to someone else now,” I tell her, retreating my hand from her underwear and stepping back.

  “Too bad.” She smiles. “I’m sure we would have had fun.”

  “If only you knew, girl. With what you got here,” I point at her breasts, “and what I pack, it would have been a great night at the amusement park. Unfortunately, my dick is in love with the pussy of a stuck-up woman, and there is nothing I can do tonight to make him have fun.”

  “Well, I hope that lucky bitch knows what she’s got,” she says, wetting her lips and getting her hand closer to my crotch. I step back to get out of reach.

  “You see, I would have let you try to wake him up if you wouldn’t have insulted his girl. But now, I’m also the one who finds you unattractive. I hate women calling other women bitch or slut. You think it makes you badass, but it only makes you an asshole.” I find my phone in my pocket and fumble in my apps. “Because I don’t want you to get raped, I called you an Uber. I hope you find the dick you’re looking for, lady. See you never.” I walk away, blaspheming Avery’s name and the curse she cast on my dick.

  13

  Avery

  Donna is dipping her fingers into my hair to my scalp, moving them clockwise, her nails lightly scratching my skull, releasing any tension existing in my brain. It feels so good, I could orgasm. It’s as pleasant as a certain man slut stroking… I stop my train of thoughts. I am not thinking of Barnabas and what happened last night, not when Alexis is sitting next to me having her hair washed.

  “What were you thinking about for you to moan?” Donna asks while her magic fingers roam in my hair.

  “Nothing, just enjoying what you’re doing to me. It’s so relaxing.”

  “You should ask Chloe to massage you. You’re always so tense. I could watch Bee while you get a massage.” I am not thinking of the massage I gave Barn two nights ago. I’m not visualizing his back, reminiscing about his scent, my toes under his belly. I moan again.

  “Whoa, don’t come on my chair.” Donna giggles, and I blush from head to toe. Blocking him and what happened out of my brain is hard but necessary. Nothing good can come from Barnabas and I having sex. I freaked out last night when I started to enumerate all the what-ifs, and when I listed a surprise pregnancy, I became a little paranoid. This morning, I checked hundreds of times that I had taken my pill correctly and even fished the condom out of the garbage to be sure it wasn’t torn. Imagine getting pregnant with Barnabas. What the fuck would I do?

  “So, that was a kiss like we only see in Hollywood movies,” Chloe says, sitting on the other side of me. The salon is empty of customers, and the ears of the whole staff perk up my way. “I mean, who would have thought Barnabas would claim you, from all the women in town, for all to see.”

  “Were you there?” I ask her while closing my eyes trying to remember if Chloe was around last night. I don’t remember, but as I arrived at the bar, I got kissed like never before and ran away in less than fifteen minutes. I can’t really count on my memory.

  “I was with a mutual friend of ours.”

  “Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t see you standing next to Donna. It went a little fast last night.” I smile.

  “That’s all the town can talk about. I think the local news is starting its report tonight with that kiss,” Donna jokes, but it sounds a little too fake to be genuine.

  “What’s going on between Andrew and you, Donna?” I open an eye to see her reaction.

  “We’re just passing the time, waiting for the right person to stroll into town, I guess. Not everybody can have an epic love story with their frenemy.” She rinses my hair with the water a little colder than usual.

  “Donna, it’s not what you think…” I mumble between my teeth.

  “Of course it’s not, but I would have preferred to hear it from you than from Andrew,” she hisses while twisting my hair in a towel. Alexis and I are moved from the sink to the chair. I try to find Donna’s eyes in the mirror, but she’s focusing on my split ends and ignores my stare.

  “It’s fake,” I tell her after fifteen minutes of silence while looking around to be sure no ears can hear us.

  “What is?” She finds my eyes in the mirror.

  “Barn and I. So, if you’re in love with him, or if he’s the one for you, don’t worry. He’s just helping me out with Noah and the situation at hand there.” I point toward Alexis playing on my phone next to me. Donna frowns.

  “You think I’m in love with Barnabas and that’s why I’m pissed at you?”

  “Well, aren’t you? You always talk about his prowess and tell me how good he is in bed…”

  “Oh, Avery. You deserve for me to cut that stupid hair of yours as short as Noah’s dick.” She puts the scissors on the table and turns my chair for me to face her. Crouching down, she lowers her voice only for me to hear.

  “I’m pissed because I had to learn through Andrew you were dating Barn. I’m pissed because you didn’t confide in me. I’m pissed because seeing how you fled the scene, I realize you were in over your head, and you didn’t call me last night to talk about it. Most of all, I’m pissed because you’ve been cheating on me and seeing another hairdresser.”

  “I have not.”

  “Don’t lie to me, I’m a professional, and your hair is looking nicer than usual.”

  “I’m using a shampoo Barn made for me as a peace offering. But I’ve only used it once. Don’t tell me it already makes a difference…”

  “I don’t know. The guy has hair as magical as his dick, depends on if he put semen in it or not.”

  “What’s semen, Mommy?” Donna and I turn to Alexis, horrified.

  “It’s what boys use to make babies,” I tell Alexis in all seriousness.

  “And you can put that in shampoo?” she continues asking while Donna’s face reddens from the laugh she tries to contain.

  “Well, I’m not sure. I think Auntie Donna was making a joke, right Donna?”

  “Yes, Bee, I was. The only place a boy should put his semen is in your down there to make babies, okay?”

  “Okay.” Alexis shrugs while turning back to my phone.

  “Too much information, Donna. The day you have your own kid, I’ll pay back all the inappropriate things you told my little girl over the years.”

  “Not happening, Ave. I don’t want children, remember?” Donna’s sister died when she was ten from a long sickness, and since that day,
she repeatedly said that she didn’t want to have kids.

  “Sorry.”

  “No worries, it’s maybe the only thing Andrew and I agree on. Not having children,” she says, standing and picking up her scissors again to finish my cut.

  “So, you are talking about the future with Andrew,” I tease, trying to lighten up the mood.

  “Well, we said that if we’re not married by sixty, we’ll marry each other. You know, just as friends, not to end up alone.”

  “So romantic of you.” I smile at my best friend.

  “It is what it is. Not everybody can fall in love after one kiss.” She smiles back, searching for I don’t know what, in my eyes.

  “I’m not in love with him,” I murmur. “It’s…”

  “Whatever, your secret is safe with me. I just hope he stays faithful for more than one night.” She frowns. “You don’t need to deal with another cheater.” There is a storm inside me, growing at hearing her put Noah and Barnabas in the same basket, but I’m smart enough to know that if I defend him, she’ll analyze me even more, and I won’t be able to hide anything while in her chair. Even if I can’t admit it to anybody and even less to him, what we shared last night was genuine. If we were to start a relationship, I have no doubt he would be devoted to me. The town can talk, my brain can try to minimize everything that happens, but my heart won’t lie. Of course, I have been wrong in the past, but with Barn, I know. I know what he was feeling and what he was thinking, and I also know he was as concerned as me to understand all that it meant, and as relieved as I was to have our relationship come back to normal after one night of passion. I don’t fall in love anymore, and he doesn’t make promises. The chemistry and connection we shared during a wild night aren’t enough to erase the years we disliked each other.