by Sassie Lewis
“She looks like shit, Dad. I know it’s none of my business, but she’s my friend.”
It wasn’t that it was none of his business, more the fact that I’d never had feelings of any type for a woman before Georgia. I knew I was being pig-headed, but I wasn’t ready to admit it.
“Fine. I get that you were hurt by both of us not telling you, but you’ve gotta understand that she thought she was doing the right thing by me, ya know?”
“Look, Ty, I don’t want to talk about this. I don’t know if I can trust her to tell me things, to let me in. So leave it alone.”
Walking to the sink, I rinsed the dishes before placing them in the dishwasher.
“Okay, Dad. I’m going to head out. Ben asked if you’d like to come over for dinner next weekend. He wants to meet you as my lover and not my housemate.”
I honestly didn’t have a problem with my son being gay, but I was quite happy to continue thinking of preppy boy Ben as Ty’s housemate.
“Yeah, fine. Cool, I’ll be there.”
“Great, I’ll see you Saturday at one. Oh, I know you don’t want to hear it, but seeing as you weren’t taking anyone’s calls when you took off, Georgia asked me to pass on a message. I didn’t understand it, but she said you would.”
“Fine, what did she say?” Not that I really wanted to know, but I needed him to leave the subject alone. The stupid voice inside me was whining like a baby and giving me a headache.
“That fate was in your favor, and you’ll never have to see her again.”
“Ah, thanks.” I had no idea what she had meant by that, but the Neanderthal inside me had stopped whining and started screaming in anger.
Lying in bed two hours later, it hit me: she wasn’t pregnant. My chest ached at the realization we hadn’t made a baby together. That she wasn’t carrying around a mixture of the two of us. In my fog of hurt, I’d completely forgotten about the possibility, but knowing there wasn’t one, fuck! What was I doing? The Neanderthal lifted his head up and grunted at me. Yeah, I’d been acting like a complete fuckwit.
Tyson was right; she hadn’t done anything wrong. She’d done what a good friend should: she’d kept his secret. The Neanderthal added his two cents to my thoughts. She protected our son.
Chapter 10
I spent the morning getting everything ready. I had a few things at Throttle I needed to take care of, like letting Max know I would be taking another week off. I was getting my girl and heading down to Vegas. I just needed to find where the hell my girl had gone.
She hadn’t been at her house, soon to no longer be hers, so I headed over to the nursing home, thinking she may have been visiting Birdie. I should really speak to the older woman regarding my intentions, anyway.
It had taken me near two hours of trying to leave and resume my search for Georgia before the overly chatty Birdie fell asleep mid-sentence.
Riding past the house again only to find Georgia still wasn’t home, I had to force down my ire. She didn’t know I was looking for her, after all.
Obviously, all the alcohol I’d consumed over the past two weeks had taken its toll. It had taken me going to Tops and Bottoms for Charlie to remind me about the factory.
“What the fuck do you want?”
Yeah, he wasn’t sounding girly when he spoke, but being bigger than me didn’t mean I was going to be intimidated.
“I’m looking for Georgia.”
“She’s not here, so fuck off.”
“Look, Charlie, I screwed up. I’d just found out my son’s a regular here and –”
“Oh, you got a problem with gay men?” The muscles along his jaw twitched and I knew he was pissed. I don’t deal well with fuckers getting in my face, but I clenched my fists at my side. I didn’t think planting one of Georgia’s friends on his ass was going to help me sort things out with her.
“No, I don’t have a fucking problem with gay people. What I had a problem with was the fact that my son thought he couldn’t tell me, and the woman I love kept it from me.” We were in each other’s face by that point. I didn’t need to explain myself; I just needed to find my girl.
I was ready for the punch when Charlie’s hand swept back. I wasn’t ready to be enveloped in a hug by another friggin’ man, especially while that man squealed in my ear like a schoolgirl.
“You love her! You love her; I knew you did. Hear that, everyone?”
I had no idea who the ‘everyone’ was since I hadn’t noticed a heap of people around when I’d walked through the door. And I didn’t care.
“Charlie, let me the fuck go.”
I stumbled as my feet hit the ground. The bastard really was huge and apparently stronger than I’d even thought, lifting my two hundred and forty pounds like I weighed nothing.
“Sorry, handsome. But oh, my God, you love her!” And there was the girly voice again.
After the big guy had calmed his ass down, he’d asked if I’d checked the factory. How the fuck had I forgotten about her art?
Her beat-up car was parked directly in front of the double bay doors. There were a few others scattered around the building, but I didn’t think they belonged to any of the other artists who shared her space. Making my way to the side entrance, I was prepared to bang on the door to get her or someone’s attention, but I should have known better. During the week she’d been living with me, I was constantly reminding her to lock the back door so no one could just walk in and hurt her. The fact the side door to the factory was unlocked shouldn’t have surprised me, but it wasn’t going to stop me from giving her a spanking for not thinking about her own safety.
The sight of her froze me in place. Her beautiful hair was piled on top of her head, giving me a clear view of her face. Even with the welding goggles and loose clothing on, I could tell she’d lost weight. Her features were drawn and her complexion pale.
My heart stopped beating; I’d done that to her. My mind noticed the piece she was working on was a sculpture of a motorbike with an Indian chief’s headdress between the handlebars, the same as the logo for Throttle.
Lifting the goggles from her face, she placed the welding rod down and stared back at me. Her honey eyes were dull, the skin under them blacked.
“What are you doing here, Sin? Didn’t Tyson give you my message? You never have to see me again.” She swiped the tear which fell from her eye, and I vowed at that moment to never hurt her like I had again.
“He told me, but you’re wrong.”
“Again with the confusing talk. I don’t know what you mean.”
“That I never have to see you again. You’re wrong.”
“What, Sin? What do you want?”
It was killing me to hear the pain in her voice and her calling me Sin. I’d always hated my name but when she said it, it was like Cynfor had been made for her to say.
“You. You’re wrong that I never have to see you again. I have to. I need to—”
“What, so you can just hurt me again? I can’t do that, Sin, and I won’t.”
“I’m not going to hurt you again, Gia.”
“Don’t you dare call me that. You lost the right when you left me crying in the middle of the club.”
Oh, no, she didn’t. She didn’t just say I’d lost the right. The Neanderthal charged to the forefront and took control. The few feet which had been between us closed, and mere inches separated our bodies.
The scent of apples brought my arousal to painful life. Her gorgeous honey depths shone with her anger as her breath hitched at my unexpected closeness. My own breath heaved from my lungs, breezing across her face.
My hands were suddenly filled with the lushness of her ass as her breasts flattened against my sternum. I felt the little punches she was placing at my sides, but I wasn’t paying attention to her struggles.
“I have every right. You’re mine and you always will be.”
My lips sealed with hers, the taste of her tears filling my mouth, but underneath that slightly salty flavor was the taste of
my woman. How the fuck had I gone two weeks without it?
The sob leaving her body, echoed through mine. The hands which had been pushing me away slid around my back to the skin under my shirt, her short nails digging into my hard muscles. Pulling her mouth from mine, she buried her face into my chest, her small frame shivering. I wasn’t sure if it was from the tears I could feel falling on my shirt or from the desire she was trying to fight. Underneath the smell of welded steel, the faint scent of womanly arousal filled the air.
The Neanderthal had settled down with her in our arms, and I was again in control of my actions. I needed her to know I’d fucked up and planned never to do it again.
“I’m sorry, Gia. I screwed up.” She nodded, and the movement rubbed over my beating heart.
“But you’re mine and I’m not letting you go, so get used to that.”
Honey eyes flickered up at me. The red rims encircling them made my chest clench with the notion that it was my actions which had made her so upset.
“Sin, I don’t think I can do this again.”
“I’m not giving you a choice—”
“You can’t waltz back and think we can just pick up where we were. You left me, hurt me. I can’t go through that again.”
There was a look of determination on her face, like she was trying to convince herself as much as push me away.
“You cut my heart out in that club. I have only ever had one person in my life who never left me and that’s Birdie. Then you pushed your way into my life and I believed for a short time that I had two people who would care, who lo…You walked away.”
“I’m never leaving you again—”
“You say that now, but what happens the next time you don’t like something or it pisses you off?”
“I can’t promise we’ll never fight, but I will never leave you. I can’t.”
I’d had enough; I wasn’t going to let her talk herself out of being with me. I lowered my head, needing to kiss her, to be as close as humanly possible to her. She was my air and I needed her to breathe.
Feebly, she tried to pull away from me. I moved my hands lower, into a position which allowed me the angle I needed to throw her over my shoulder. Little fists pounded over my back as her protests echoed through the building.
Scanning the space, a bench to the right caught my eye. The gleaming, scarred metal surface offered a nice place to do what I needed. Her arms swung through the air as I flipped her back over and placed her on the flat bench-top.
Our lips clashed in a fierce kiss before she could speak the words forming on them. In the back of my mind, I was vaguely aware the shirt I was ripping from her body was one of mine, but I was more interested in what was beneath it.
The creamy mounds of her breasts came into view, and Georgia’s hand came up in an attempt to cover herself. However, the puckering of her nipples along with the scent of her arousal was giving away her own need even through her continued protests.
“Stop, Cynfor.”
I couldn’t hide the smile which crept across my lips. Whether she realized it or not, by calling me Cynfor, she’d just given me a flashing green light.
“No, you stop. Stop fighting us, fighting what we both want and need. I need you, Gia.”
Prying her hands away, I latched on to one of the tightly beaded buds. Georgia’s fingers combed through the strands of my hair, and instead of using it to push me away, her nails dug into my scalp, holding my face closer.
Her legs were pinned between my own and the end of the bench, hindering me from feeling the warmth of her core. Slightly stepping away, I allowed the room needed to spread her legs, still licking at her lips, I looked down her flushed body. The satin-covered mounds of her breasts rose rapidly with her panting breath as a single tear ran down her cheek.
“You can’t hurt me again, Cynfor. I never want to feel like that again.”
“Io non ti farò del male di nuovo—”
“English, Sin. I need to understand you.” I wasn’t even aware I had switched to Italian. I’ve never spoken to anyone but family and Max in my father’s native tongue, but why I was doing it then didn’t matter. What did, was making her understand we were one.
“I will never again leave you. You’re it; you’re mine.”
Cool fingers ran up the inside of my shirt, pushing it up as she went, and my flesh heated from her touch. Helping her in her quest, I lifted my arms, allowing her to remove the garment of clothing. The scratching of her nails drew my attention down to my own chest and away from her beautiful face.
Once again, she was tracing my No surrender. No Regrets tattoo. Leaning forward, warm lips placed small kisses over each of the words.
“Do you have regrets, Cynfor?” Her voice was whisper-soft.
“Yes.”
She nodded at my answer. “But will you surrender?”
I had a feeling my answer was more important than the simple question. “To you, always. Every fucking chance—”
Her hungry mouth attacked mine, cutting off my words. Sharp nails dragged across my abdomen as she searched out the buttons of my jeans. The seam of her shorts was no match for my own seeking hands. Moaning at the feel of her hand encompassing my dick, I had to count to five in a bid to stop the eruption of cum wanting to leave my balls.
The thin layer of her underwear wouldn’t cooperate; trying to rip them from her body, I almost pulled Georgia off the bench. A sound I hadn’t been sure I’d hear again bubbled from her lips, making the Neanderthal inside me thump his chest with pride.
“Don’t laugh at me, wench. Help me get these fucking things off.”
Still giggling, she raised her ass from the bench as I rolled the material down. The smell of womanly arousal filled my nostrils, dissipating through the playful moment. I needed to be inside my woman.
Pulling her closer, the brush of her moist curls caused my cock to jump and my balls to tingle. Her honey eyes captured my own and my need to ram into her softened. With patience I didn’t know I was capable of, I entered her warmth, and a moan of delight tumbled from both of our throats.
My heart raced but my movements were slight, just a small motion of my hips. Her white teeth bit into her lip as my still-rocking pelvis bumped against her clit. I pulled her closer until we were heart to heart, each beating in time with the other. Her arms wrapped tighter around my shoulders, holding me as close as I was her. Our foreheads touched as our eyes locked on one another.
I felt like I was baring my soul, the sensation similar to flying down the highway on the back of my bike. I was giving her my all, loving her full-throttle.
The quivering of her pussy brought forth my own release. For the first time in my life, I knew what it was to make love to a woman who was my everything.
“Ti amo.”
Georgia blinked back tears while looking deep into the soul I had just laid bare to her, and she placed her lips against mine.
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
“Mom, would you leave the fucking thing alone?”
“Cynfor, don’t talk like that in front of a priest.” She slapped me on the chest only to again start fussing with the hangman’s noose around my neck.
Why the hell had I not dragged Georgia’s ass to Vegas like I’d planned? Because when I told her we were getting married, I’d done it in true ‘me’ style: her splayed across the shiny surface of the workbench with me still buried balls-deep. She’d gone all girly on me, flinging her arms back around me and bouncing up and down, which at the time had been great, seeing I was still half-hard inside her. But she had pushed me away and started prattling off all of her plans. I’d never heard so many words come out of anyone’s mouth in so few minutes.
The one thing I’d called a halt to was when she’d started talking about us getting married the following year. Yeah, like fuck; I wasn’t waiting a year for her to wear my ring. It had been a battle of wills, but when I’d said three months or we were going to Vegas then and there, she�
��d finally agreed.
“Where the hell is she?” The church was full, and I felt like I’d been standing on the dais forever, both Max and Tyson laughing beside me. I was ready to punch Max in the face; the asshole had been giggling like a school girl on crack since I’d walked out of the church’s changing room, dressed like a fucking penguin.
Why was I wearing a suit? Because Georgia had shaken her ass in front of me, flashing the bright red butt-plug I’d bought her.
“If you want in here,” shake, wiggle, shake, “you’ll wear a tux when you marry me.”
I’d done what any man with a dick and willing ass would do: I’d swallowed my tongue and nodded at everything she asked of me.
Max’s loud laugh jolted me from remembering the feel of her tight muscles clamping down on my cock.
“Yo, man, you might want to think about something else.” His eyes flashed to where my dick was twitching against the front of my trousers.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, I’d say that’s what you were thinking about.” He was lucky I wasn’t packing a gun.
“Asshole.”
“Hey, Dad. Wanna know what Ben and I did last night?”
That worked in deflating my hard-on. Even though I’d accepted Tyson’s relationship with Ben, it didn’t mean I wanted to know the details.
Looking at my son, he just smiled at me and shook his head. “I was going to tell you we went to the movies and saw that—”
“Smart-ass. But thanks.”
The music started and I spun around to wait for my girl.
Beautiful didn’t even begin to describe her. The dress hugged her curves, making me a little jealous of the soft-looking material. The swells of her breasts pushed high, and the tattoo she’d gotten peeked from the top. Only the first line was visible, No Surrender, but I knew the words No Regrets were also scrawled just above her nipple.
I wondered for a moment if the back of the dress sat low enough for those behind her to see the elegantly scripted Throttle at the very top of her gorgeous ass. Actually, it better not be that low. The Neanderthal chuffed at me and said he hoped so. Her smile lit the church, and at the same time it sped up my heart. Fuck, I love this woman.