A Ride or Die Kind of Love

by Chelsea Camaron

  “True,” he replied, laughing with me, but not elaborating further. We got out and were immediately greeted by Neo.

  “Hey, big boy!” I said, patting his head and allowing him to jump all over me. He soon left me to go sniff out Luke. Traitor. I got my things out of the truck, digging the keys out of my clutch to unlock the door. As soon as I walked in, I closed my eyes and inhaled the scent of the room. It was covered wall to wall in old books. It had originally been a library and when I bought the house, I couldn’t change it. The only piece of furniture was an old couch that sat in the corner and swallowed you when you sat on it. The overstuffed cushions were a tan color and homemade quilts and pillows were piled high all over it.

  “I spend a lot of time in here,” I said to Luke when he made his way inside. Neo had gotten bored with him too and was now inside exploring. I was sure that I would find him asleep on the couch by the time we made it to the living room. “Most of the books were already here when I moved in. I added a couple hundred more from my own collection,” I said, not being able to contain the smile that formed on my face every time I looked at it.

  “I can see this room makes you happy,” Luke said with a low voice that caused me to turn and look at him. Before I knew what was happening, I was in his arms. One of his hands held the back of my neck, while the other lifted my chin. We were so close that I could feel his heart beating through his shirt. Then his lips were on mine. His tongue invaded my mouth, kissing me roughly. The taste of him was overwhelming. The smell of him was intoxicating. I fell limp in his arms allowing my hands to slowly explore all over his chest and arms. He deepened the kiss, stroking his tongue over and over mine. Man, this guy knows how to kiss. My nipples betrayed me by hardening through my shirt and the sheer pleasure I got from them rubbing against his chest made me moan into his mouth making him kiss me harder. I could feel him hardening through his worn jeans, and at that moment all I wanted was him. He must not have wanted the same thing. He pulled away from my body, but still held my face as he planted sweet tender kisses on my mouth.

  “Let’s eat,” he announced. Leaning down, he grabbed the bag of food and headed toward the kitchen leaving me standing there breathless. I walked into the kitchen to find him staring up at my collection of champagne flute sets above the cabinets. “Celebrating something?” he asked with a tone in his voice I couldn’t recognize. Jealousy, maybe?

  “The New Year. It’s a tradition. Every New Year’s Eve, I set my alarm clock to wake up just in time to have a glass of champagne to ring in the New Year,” I said, feeling stupid for sharing the fact that I was such a loser that I sat at home on New Year’s Eve alone.

  “But there are two in each set you have,” he said, matter-of-fact.

  “You ever tried buying a set of one?” I asked getting defensive once again. What did it matter to him anyway?

  “So let me get this straight,” he said setting the food out on the bar while I got some plates out of the cabinet. “You have stayed at home every year for the past six years, alone, and drank champagne at approximately midnight to ring in the New Year?”

  “Correct,” I replied while rummaging through the fridge in an attempt to find something to drink.

  “Hmmm, ok,” he replied tersely.

  I decided to drop the subject and not over think his comment. What the hell was wrong with me? Since when did I want to avoid confrontation? The thought was disturbing, but I pushed it back, afraid that if I thought too much on it, I would be scared of the conclusion.

  “How about we eat and then I’ll take you on the grand tour,” I said hoping to deter him from the subject.

  “Sounds great,” he said, taking a seat at the bar.

  I grabbed the plates, silverware and two bottles of water before joining him. The food was delicious. The steak was cooked to perfection and the still warm, loaded baked potato was everything a carb should be. We ate in silence-probably both trying to figure out what in the hell we were doing, and how we had gotten ourselves where we are now. It seemed we didn’t have a lot to talk about. Mostly because he knew everything about me and I knew nothing about him. I knew what it was like to be hounded for information you didn’t want to freely give, and I was not going to put him in that position. I figured if and when he wanted me to know something about him, he would tell me.

  Right now I was content with knowing that he was sexy as hell, could kiss better than any man I knew, and wanted to spend another day with me. I stole a glance at him while he drained the last of his water and noted how his throat moved when he swallowed. Shit, he was even sexy when he ate. I was suddenly not hungry anymore for food. All I wanted was him to bend me over, right here on this bar, and fuck me.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked, ruining my day dream and bringing me back to the real world.

  “You ready for that tour?” I asked, blushing in response. He smiled at me, showing off his perfect teeth and making my mouth water.

  “Absolutely.”

  Chapter 4

  Even though I lived here and saw it every day, I couldn’t help my excitement as I grabbed his hand and led him to the back of the house starting with the guest bedroom that was once the room of the children that lived there.

  “I left this room just as it was. Not to make it a shrine or anything, but I felt the family would have appreciated it. It belonged to the children, Jessie and Katie. From the stories that I have been told, the children who were only a year apart, were inseparable. They were only seven and eight years old when they died.” The melancholy in my voice must have been obvious.

  “Well, I think you did the right thing,” Luke said giving my hand a sympathetic squeeze. I realized at that moment that I had not let him go since we left the kitchen. We spent a minute, standing in silence just looking at the room. The two twin canopy beds were separated by a single table with a lamp. A pair of matching dressers sat on the wall facing the beds. A blue painted toy box sat next to a small desk and chair with drawing paper and pens.

  “I hate the colors of the walls,” I said breaking us both from our reverie. “I think it’s too dark. Maybe I’ll repaint it a lighter blue one day.” Not wanting to dampen the mood, I pulled him out of the room and across the hall to my bedroom. “And this,” I said opening my door and dancing into my bedroom. “Is where the magic happens.” It had taken me months to finish this room.

  The house was older so all the walls were covered in brown paneling. I stripped it all out, replacing it with sheetrock and painting it a deep mauve. It had sliding glass patio doors leading out to the pool. The bed was a custom made, California King Size, mahogany hard wood sleigh bed with a four-inch memory foam that gave you the impression of sleeping on clouds.

  There was no artwork on the walls because in the two years that I had lived here, I had never been able to make up my mind on exactly what it was that I wanted. “And the bathroom here has the most amazing shower…” I trailed off. Luke was staring at me with a dubious look on his face. “What?” I asked, totally confused.

  “Magic?” he asked me, in a way that made me feel like there was no right answer.

  “What are you talking about?” I asked, noticing for the first time the darkness in his eyes.

  “You said this was where the magic happens. I thought you weren’t in a relationship,” he said piercing me with his darkened stare.

  “I’m not, Luke. I was just joking. I guess it was a figure of speech?” I said not even convincing myself.

  “Do you make a habit out of bringing strangers to your house, only to ridicule them by leading them on, and then suggesting that you make ‘magic’ happen in a bedroom that you sleep in every night?”

  Whoa... What the hell had happened to him? “No, Luke I didn’t mean it that way.”

  “Well, just what in the hell did you mean, Dallas?” he snapped at me, causing my head to jerk back like I had just been slapped. “Look, it’s been fun but I’m not into playing your game. I won’t share and I won’
t be taunted by you and stories of your ex-lovers while in this god-forsaken house,” he said, raising his voice staring at me like I had two heads. What the hell was happening? He had done a complete one-eighty in less than a minute.

  “Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but you’re scaring me,” I admitted.

  In two steps he was in front of me, grabbing my face and kissing me hard. It happened so fast that I didn’t even have time to step away from him, not that I wanted to. I returned his kiss with just as much determination. Kissing him made me lose my mind, and this time I was not going to let him get away. I grabbed his neck, pulling him further in and deepening the kiss. When he pulled away, we were both breathing heavily. My lips were bruised and hurting, but I wanted more. I grabbed his neck, once again bringing him to my mouth. The moan that escaped my lips must have sent him over the edge, because the next thing that I knew he had scooped me up in his arms and was tossing me onto the bed.

  “Does it turn you on when people scare you, Dallas?” he asked, with a murderous look in his eyes. My panties became soaked at the sight of him. Danger did turn me on. It drove me crazy, and he had figured it out.

  “No,” I lied.

  “I think it does. I think you like it when I become jealous and take control. Is that what you want, Dallas? Control?” he said in a deep raspy tone that made me let out a sound I didn’t recognize. “Answer the question, Dallas.”

  “No, I want you,” I said, in a whiny voice full of yearning. I was sitting on my ass, leaning back on my elbows with my knees bent, allowed me to see him from his thighs up. I found myself opening and closing my legs constantly, and shuddering from the small relief it gave me.

  “Be still,” he said sternly, making me afraid to breathe. In one swift movement his shirt was off and he was undoing his belt. My mouth went dry when I saw him without his shirt. His body was amazing and the way his muscles bulged, I would have sworn that he had just got through bench pressing a Camry, if he had not been with me all day. Slowly, he slid his belt off. For a minute, I thought he was going to spank me with it, making my legs involuntarily come together again to find some relief. “You just can’t sit still, can you?” He asked in that dark raspy voice.

  “I’m sorry,” I replied, my voice coming out too high pitched.

  “Does this turn you on, Dallas?” he asked, holding up the belt in his left hand. I was scared to say anything, so I stared at him, closing my legs together once again hoping that would be answer enough. “Get up,” he said with so much authority in his voice that I was sure there would be a wet spot where I had been sitting. I scrambled off the bed and stood before him. He threw the belt into a chair by the bed and with more grace than I thought was possible, he climbed onto the bed, crossed his ankles, and put his arms behind his head. “Since you can’t sit still, I thought maybe you could put those moves to good use.”

  I started to shed my clothes and climb on top of him, but before I could, he reached over and grabbed the remote off of the end table and powered up the Bose stereo that sat on my dresser.

  “Dance for me,” he said with a hint of challenge in his voice. The opening notes of My Ruca by Sublime filled the room. Without question, I clambered onto the bed silently thanking the dance gods for the endless classes that I had taken in high school and the fact that I had only two articles of clothing on, other than my socks. I stood over him, straddling his legs, allowing my body to move in sequence with the bass as the song started. My body swayed as I turned my back to him and slowly pulled my shirt over my head, never losing rhythm. I let my hair down, shaking the soft curls from side to side. I pulled my long hair to the front of my shoulders, just covering my nipples, but leaving the bottom part of my breasts visible. I turned to face him wearing nothing but his sweatpants. When I looked down, I could see him biting his lip and staring at my chest. The look that he gave me fueled my confidence. I looped my fingers into the waistband of the sweats, dropping them to my ankles, making perfect timing with a break in the song.

  Dropping to my knees, I leaned over and started kissing my way up his chest, grinding my ass to the beat of the bass. I could feel his thickness through his pants every time my pussy slid over him. He lifted my chin so that I was staring into his eyes, then gathered my hair to one side of my head completely revealing my breasts, and pulled it to lower my mouth to his. Kissing me slowly but passionately, his hips started to flex, moving in rhythm with me. I could feel the dampness of his jeans from my juices, causing the fabric to roughen, intensifying the contact.

  I started to grind harder, forgetting the song completely, just looking for some kind of release. He sat up quickly and flipped me onto my back. Removing the sweats from around my ankles and my socks, he started kissing the inside of my thighs. It felt so good, my back arched off the bed. He took his time kissing his way up to my wet center, and when I thought for sure that I would die; he ran his tongue between my lips making small circles on my clit. I came loudly, moaning and shuddering. It had been too long since a man had given me an orgasm, and never one this intense.

  Once my moaning ceased, he kissed his way up my stomach, making tiny nips with his teeth. He stopped to suck on my sensitive nipples before invading my mouth once again. I could taste my sweet juices on his lips making me want him even more. I looked down and realized that he was naked, lying on top of me. When did he take off his clothes? Assuming it was during the peak of my orgasm, I decided to not ruin the moment by asking.

  Luke sat back on his heels; stroking his massive cock that I knew was going to rip me to pieces. He looked so good on his knees in front of me, completely naked and stroking himself. I could feel my body responding. I was dripping wet and my nipples were so hard that they hurt.

  “Fuck me. Please.” The yearning I had for his cock had me saying things that I had never said. I was internally begging this man to fuck me, beat me, use me as a slave -- I would have done anything to have him inside me at that moment.

  “Get on your knees.” My breath hitched in my throat at the sound of his deep voice and the direction of his order. Not needing to be told twice, I got on all fours bringing me face to face with him. I could see the veins bulging in his neck and hear his ragged breath. “Turn around,” he said, once again in that authoritative voice. I turned around sitting up on my knees, bringing my back to his stomach. He grabbed my hip with his hand firmly -- his palm pressing into the side of my ass. I sucked the air in between my teeth, not from enjoyment, but from pain. I had forgotten about the bruises and soreness until this point. Apparently, Luke did too and mistaking my intake of breath for pleasure instead of agony, he ground harder.

  “Ah! Ah!” I cried, arching my back and pulling slightly away from him. His hand immediately released me and then I could feel his thumb rubbing over the top part of my ass. He let out an exasperated sigh and collapsed on his back beside me, putting his arm over his face.

  “What the fuck am I doing?” he asked with all the hot bedroom talk completely out of his voice.

  “Yes, what the fuck are you doing?” I asked him, still on my knees and completely confused.

  “This is wrong. This isn’t me and it’s not you, either. I am no better than that sorry bastard that I beat the shit out of last night,” he said, still talking with his arm over his eyes and sounding completely defeated.

  “Okay, I’m confused. I want this. I begged for this. What’s the problem?”

  “The problem is I have done things wrong for so long, and with you, I want to do them right.”

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” I practically screamed. I jumped off the bed and stomped into the bathroom. “Here I am, allowing you to see me naked, twice,” I said sticking my head out of the bathroom to make sure he was listening. He was now sitting up in the bed with a pillow covering up his package. “Then...” I continued while stomping around the bathroom, “I let you sleep with me, but only after you drove me to an undisclosed location. Then I wake this morning to be confronted with Blond
ie the Bitch, pour my heart and soul out to you, bring you to my house, give you the code to the gate, do a fucking strip tease for you, and you can’t even fuck me?” I was panting by the time I turned the shower on and stepped in. “And now you are on some guilt trip about celibacy. Let me guess, you want to wait twenty dates? Well, this is not the ‘forty year old fucking virgin’,” I screamed at the showerhead.

  Suddenly, the curtain was snatched open and Luke was standing there in all his glory. “You’re cute when you’re mad. First of all…,” he said holding a finger up silencing me when I started to snap on his ass again. “I don’t feel guilty about anything. I just like you, a lot, and I want things to be different with us. Secondly, I’m sorry about last night and today. I know things are moving fast. That’s another reason that I want to slow down a little. And third, that was the best lap dance that I have ever had in my life. Were you once a stripper?”

  I playfully slapped at him while he laughed at me, my fury gone, replaced with only mild disappointment. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me tenderly.

  “Well, will you at least join me for a shower?” I asked while poking my lip out.

  “Babe, nothing could stop me from getting in here with you,” he replied stepping into the shower.

  “Oh yeah?” I reached around cutting off the hot water causing us both to shriek and lose some of that sexual tension that was building between us once again.

  Chapter 5

  A cold shower was just what we both needed. We managed to keep our distance from one another, barely making eye contact. I stepped out of the shower, dried off quickly, and made my way into the walk-in closet -- shutting the door behind me to give Luke some privacy.

  My closet was like stepping into another room. It was every woman’s dream - one hundred square feet of the latest fashion designs from around the globe. The room was solid white. The shelves ran from the floor to the ceiling. Both sides were open and covered in everything from jeans to evening gowns. The back wall housed over seventy pair of shoes, all set in their own cubicles. A large vanity covered in the finest of perfumes and lotions and lined in studio lights sat in the middle of the room. Built in drawers full of endless lingerie, bras, and panties stood on opposite sides of the wall of shoes.