Dallas after Dark

by Brielle Harlow

  “Whatever.” I say. She must be placating me.

  “I’m serious.” She says with a sincere face, “It’s amazing.”

  I just smile and kiss her.

  Ramona’s small hand is stroking my cock and I’m wishing we weren’t in a parking lot. I don’t even have a condom.

  I do my best to remain composed and not take her right there. Ramona is kissing my chest now lower and lower. I grab her head to slow her descent but it’s no use. She is losing patience and I’m losing willpower. In a minute her warm mouth is enveloping the head of my cock and I feel my knees buckle. Bracing myself I hold fast to the car as Ramona slips down and gets between my legs. Her sweet mouth is sucking and licking at my cock and I’m about to lose my mind. I’m breathing hard and growling. I can’t stop this now. We crossed the line of no return. I have to have her. I want her, no, I need her.

  Reaching down I stop her and lift her back up onto the truck. Ramona wipes her mouth and smiles slyly with those deep bedroom eyes. She is far more dangerous than I anticipated. I grumble low as I help her get her jeans down. I can’t believe she is making me do this. I can’t believe she made me lose control.

  I pull her tight jeans off and throw them on the pavement. The sight of her in just panties under the early morning sky is visceral, a literal blow below the belt. Her beautiful body fairly aches to be touched, ravished, and devoured. She is so small and so fierce that you want to break her. I slip my hand between her legs and touch her through her panties which are slightly wet. She is killing me. I scan the parking lot again. We are completely alone. I can hear the soft whoosh of cars somewhere far in the distance but not here. Here there are only us.

  How can I say no to those eyes, to this body? She bites my neck and I pull off her panties yanking her hips down to meet my hips. My cock is sitting right against her pussy and I can’t wait to feel her much longer but I have one more thing to do. I have to taste her. I have too.

  With my hands on her round ass I bend down looking up into her sultry eyes. Ramona’s head goes back as my mouth covers her pussy. I lick and suck tasting her, making her moan and pull at my hair. I can feel her small body shaking with desire and she calls out, “Please. I want you inside me.”

  A deep growl and we are face to face again. I want to be inside her. “You want me?”

  “Yes.”

  She grabs my cock and guides me to her opening. I grab her hips and hold them down to make her wait just a minute longer. She whimpers and I lose it. Pushing deep inside her slowly, one inch at a time she struggles against my speed.

  “Patience.” I whisper in her ear as I slowly pull back out.

  I saw her bite her lip as I stood back up. Ramona is laying spread out in the open with me inside her. She leans up on her elbows demanding to be kissed and I oblige. Our bodies move together like the ocean to moon. The tempo increases with our breathing. The sounds she makes are driving me mad and when she arches her back as she comes I nearly explode inside her.

  Not yet. I’m not ready to be done. I’m not ready for this to be over. I hold back the urge and lean down to suck on her nipples. I’m getting close so I pick her up into my arms and I hold her against me while I help lift her up and down on my cock. She is so small and light it’s easy to do. I watch her toss her hair back as we fuck in the open parking lot and I can’t hold it any more. I put her back on the car and push as hard as I can into her wet pussy pulling her long auburn hair as I cum inside her.

  After a few minutes of soft kisses and catching our breath I pull slowly out of her. I help her down from the car and I pull up my boxers and button my jeans before helping her gather her clothes. She dresses and I watch while lighting a cigarette. She opens her car and gets out a bottle of water warm from the summer heat. Ramona drinks from the bottle then offers me some. I gladly accept.

  “It’s so late.” She says.

  “Yeah, it is. I hope you don’t have to be up early.”

  “I don’t have to be up but even if I did it would be worth being tired.”

  “Agreed.”

  Chapter Six

  Ramona and Scott

  It’s late afternoon when I finally text Scott back. We agree to meet tomorrow night at his house. I’ve been texting with Jesse on and off since I first woke up and saw his sweet good morning message. I’ve been smiling since I read it. I’m anxious to see if Jesse asks me to hang out again. I’m thinking of asking him over for dinner. I should take charge and be more forward. Good things come to those that go out and get them.

  Around ten o’clock the next night I show up at Scott’s apartment. I contemplated not coming because of Jesse and the great time we had the other night. I decide that I should go. I should explain to Scott what happened and that because I am interested in seeing where everything is going with Jesse that we can only be friends. Standing at the door I feel a strong desire to run. This is a mistake. I could send a text. Would that be rude? Maybe I could just ignore him if he contacts me and eventually the fact that we had sex will slip his mind. Be an adult Ramona. You are a professional and he is in a band you book shows for. You will have to see him and talk to him.

  Bracing myself I knock on the door and Scott quickly greets me. He is wearing another ribbed tank top, this time it’s blue. He looks really hot in tanks because they show off so many of his sexy tattoos.

  Maybe I will look away while I speak to him.

  “Hey gorgeous!” he says enthusiastically.

  I say hello back and he gives me a long hug once I’m inside the door. Scott smells delicious like vanilla and sandalwood again.

  “Can I get you a drink?” He asks.

  “Yes, I would love a drink. Thank you.” I answer smiling.

  Maybe a drink will help me say this. I feel stupid telling him I can’t sleep with him anymore because of Jesse. Scott might not even care. I’m sure I am one of many girls he keeps around.

  Scott goes to kitchen and comes back with two bourbons and cokes again. Scott bites at his lip ring and I can’t help but feel attracted to him. He is only a little taller than me, 5’6 maybe. He is very thin and toned. He is hot in that 90’s, heroin chic kind of way. He looks bad for you, bad in the very best way. I drink my bourbon and coke faster trying not to gulp. I’m feeling guilty for being here. What if Jesse finds out? Will he care?

  Scott sits down next to me on his brown leather sofa, a little too close. Subconsciously I shift my legs and cross them away from him.

  “So what’s new?” Scott asks smiling.

  This is a good opportunity for me to bring up Jesse. Mention that you played piano for him on Sunday at the Green Lantern.

  “Actually I played piano Sunday at the Green Lantern.” I say nervously.

  “By yourself? I didn’t even know that you could play! Why didn’t you tell me? You should have had me out with you! We could have played together. I could have sung. It would be awesome. We should do that as a matter of fact!” Scott says eyes full of excitement.

  My eyes widen and my words get caught in my throat.

  “Ummm I wasn’t by myself actually, I was invited out to an acoustic show there and the keyboard player couldn’t be there so I just helped out.” I explain.

  “Who was playing?”

  “Jesse Fitzpatrick and Leslie Reyes.” I say before taking a big drink of my bourbon and coke. The drink is so sweet.

  Scott’s face drops a little and then turns a bit dark.

  “So you played keyboard for Jesse?” he asks eyes narrowed.

  “Yeah and I sang two songs also. It was a really fun night. I was terrified at first though, but Jesse and Leslie were so wonderful. We ended up going out for breakfast it was a great night.” I slowly trail off realizing he looks moody.

  “That’s cool. All three of you went out to eat?”

  “Jesse and I did, he said it was his treat for helping out.”

  “Hmm…Well hey! How about you sing with me tonight?” Scott asks perking up.

  “We
ll, I actually can’t stay out very late tonight. I have a ton of stuff I need to take care of first thing in the morning. I also had something that I wanted to talk to you about before I head out…”

  “Oh yeah, What’s that?” Scott asks looking concerned.

  “I am not sure what is happening between us but I had a really great time with Jesse the other night and I’m really interested in seeing where that goes. I think it’s best if we are just friends for now. I hope you understand why I felt like I had to tell you. We work in the same circles and I don’t want this to be weird or for you to hear about it from anyone else.” I say quickly forgetting to breathe.

  “Oh! Ok cool! No, I totally understand. That’s awesome. I’m happy for you.”

  “Really? Thanks! I was so nervous about bringing it up.”

  “No worries Ramona. Hey! We should go out and get a drink to celebrate!”

  “That would be great! Where should we go?”

  “Let’s go to The Bend.”

  “Ok, great! I’ll follow you.”

  When we pull up to The Bend it’s a little after eleven. The parking lot is packed even though it’s a Tuesday night. I’m glad I dressed nicely since we decided to go out. I’m wearing skinny jeans, an orchid colored tank top with lace details and white peep toe pumps. I considered wearing something frumpy so having the conversation with Scott might be easier. I figured maybe I could have disappointed him into being cool with it.

  The inside of the bar is even more crowded than the parking lot made it seem. We can hardly walk through the sea of people. When we finally make it up to one of the three bars we have to stand. There are no stools left. We are extremely close. Our bodies keep meeting as people push past us. I try not to think of his tattooed abs as I’m shoved directly against him. Our hips bump and we both awkwardly laugh and look away. We finally receive our drinks and set out to find a place to sit. Scott leads us through the crowd and we fight not to be separated. He reaches for my hand and pulls me along.

  Unable to find any available tables Scott chooses to stand by the stage. That’s when I notice the word Crash in huge lights along the back of the stage. What? Crap! I’m out having a drink with Scott at Jesse’s show! How could I forget that Crash plays The Bend every Tuesday?

  Taking a deep breath I remind myself I’m not doing anything wrong. Scott nudges me on the shoulder pointing. My eyes follow his arm and I see Jesse with a pretty, dark haired woman with big boobs. I can’t get a good look at her face. She is too friendly with Jesse. I don’t like it one bit. Why is she touching his arm so much and giggling?

  “Hey There’s Jesse!” Scott shouts above the noise of the bar.

  Yeah. I see that. Who the hell is that girl though? That’s the question.

  “Oh yeah, I see him.” I say in my best I’m-not-jealous voice, “Who’s he talking to?”

  “Ummm I’m not sure; Maybe she works at one of the clubs or maybe she is a regular. They’re together a lot. Didn’t he mention her?” Scott said shifting his feet and looking down.

  “No, she did not come up.” I say gritting my teeth.

  Feeling shocked and confused, this cannot be happening. I’m sure they are just friends. Right? They could just be having a drink and chatting like Scott and I. Sure, Ramona musicians are always just friends with hot women. You left the bar and slept with Scott after his show. It’s a common thing for women to love musicians and for the sexy musicians to love the women right back. I finish my drink in one swallow. My face has always betrayed my thoughts. I do my best to hide that fact now turning to Scott to tell him I need another drink. I walk to the bar trying to unfurrow my brow.

  “Shot of tequila please.” I say to the bartender.

  Scott appears beside me a few minutes later and asks, “How are you doing? You walked off pretty fast.”

  “Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” I lie.

  “You’re not upset about Jesse and that woman are you? I mean, I’m sure it’s nothing.”

  “No, no really I’m fine. I just finished my drink and needed another.” I say interrupting him.

  That is the moment my shot is delivered. Scott looks at the shot smirking.

  “Yeah you’re fine alright. Excuse me bartender can you get us another and a water please?” Scott asks pointing at the shot of tequila.

  Once the second shot arrives Scott lifts his shot and I lift mine.

  “To friends.” Scott says. I smile and nod as we clink our glasses together.

  After tossing back the shot we both take a drink of water.

  “Whoo! Strong!” I say.

  “Another?” Scott asks with a mischievous grin.

  “Sure, why not?” I reply.

  Two more shots later Scott says, “Why don’t we go say hi?”

  “What? To who?” I ask. The warm sensation of the alcohol is spreading through me.

  “Jesse. I know you want to. I know you’re upset about seeing that girl all over him.”

  I make no effort to deny it. With my defenses down I’m sure the truth is all over my face.

  “Come on let’s go say hi. Then you can see for yourself if there isn’t anything to be upset about.” Scott says.

  I climb down from the bar stool after one more drink of water. We walk back through to the front by the stage. I’m sure the break must be over soon. We finally push through a particularly large group of people blocking the walk way and I see Jesse. The trouble is I saw the same dark haired woman too, hanging all over him again. I keep walking closer to them with Scott leading the way. I want to turn and go anywhere else. My heart lifts suddenly when Jesse moves away from her. Yes!

  Wait.

  The dark haired woman pulls his face to hers and kisses him.

  Turning I walk away as fast as can. I feel stupid. Why did I think I mattered to him? Why did I think he might actually like me? Jesse’s words from that night flash in my mind. “Where have you been?” he asked. Why did I think those words meant anything?

  Scott must have seen to because he is right by me. I can faintly hear him speaking to me, calling my name. He grabs my arm forcing me to stop and look at him. I can’t. I look in his eyes and then I look away. Tears threaten behind my eyes but I fight them back.

  “Ramona, hey, hey…it’s ok. Don’t worry about that. I’m sure it’s nothing.” Scott says holding my arms.

  Nothing, yes it probably was.

  “Yeah,” I agree faking a smile, “hey, want to take another shot?” I ask.

  Scott smiles and says, “Right this way my dear.”

  A few more shots and I’m sure I will regret it in the morning. For tonight though it’s just what I need. The alcohol has my head delightfully fuzzy. I can hear that the band is back on stage when they greet the crowd. Loud cheers and the music starts. I get up on my knees in an attempt to see the stage over all the people from the bar. It works; I can see part of the stage and the whole dance floor. The dark haired girl, is front and center dancing. That’s it. Feeling used and seething with jealousy I suddenly feel like dancing too. The people move together to the song like a wave. Feeling bold or drunk, same thing, I jump off the bar stool and rush to the stage.

  “Where are you going?” Scott calls to me.

  I don’t answer.

  I just keep going. The dance floor is packed but I don’t care. I’m on a mission. Jesse has to see me. He needs to see that two can play this game. I push and shove my way through until I’m well immersed in the sea off bodies. A new song starts as I arrive and it’s perfect. It’s Temple by Kings of Leon, a favorite. I start slowly moving my hips side to side with the down beat. Lifting my arms I rock and roll my hips as I turn. Jesse should see all of this. On the chorus when the tempo speeds up I twirl around again. Other men certainly seem to notice. A few try to dance on me but I playfully wag my finger and smile at them. This is all for Jesse to see. It feels like someone is staring at me. Maybe it’s my imagination. I have to know. I look at Jesse who is watching me with those mysterious, deep-set e
yes. He immediately looks away.

  Hands on my sides startle me and I turn to find Scott; he is the perfect revenge for Jesse’s beautiful, dark haired dagger in my heart. I turn back to face front and grind my body against him.

  Jesse is looking and if looks could kill…. His stare is so intense it’s practically burning into me. How can he glare at me like that? With a sudden whoosh I’m bent back, Scott’s mouth meets mine. For just a second I kiss him back then my heart aches tremendously for Jesse. I want Jesse. I love Jesse. I Shove Scott away, a look of shock and anguish on my face. How could Scott do that? Turning to the stage I see Jesse’s dark eyes narrowed, his jaws clinched. My heart sinks into my stomach.

  Chapter Seven

  Jesse

  What can I say? I’m seeing red and not just in the flash of Ramona’s hair through the crowd while she dances. I see red when I see Scott dancing with her, when he bent her

  backwards in a kiss. I jump without thinking. I don’t have a plan. I just jump down from the stage and run after her. When I throw open the door to the club scaring the door guys I see Scott hugging her in the parking lot. I gritted my teeth and tried to approach them calmly. It didn’t work.

  “Hey!” I shout.

  They both turn around looking shocked to see me. Ramona tries to come towards me but Scott won’t let her. He holds her back blocking her path. (Mistake) I hear Ramona tell Scott to move, she wants to talk to me. He won’t move. When I get close he actually put his hands on me to keep me back. (Mistake)

  “Hey man, I don’t think you need to talk to her.” Scott says.

  “I don’t think I asked you.”

  We are like animals locked into a battle for territory. Our bodies are tense and ready, our fists clinched, it’s beyond our control really. The air’s thick with testosterone, adrenaline and sweat. I try again to use words before giving in to the bloodlust coursing through my veins.

  “Ramona, we need to talk,” I say almost pleading, “alone.” I add glaring at Scott.

  “Scott! Let me talk to Jesse. This isn’t about you.” Ramona says rushing forward to get around him.