On the Rox

by Addams, Kat

  Here I was, a taco truck–owning rocker chick, sipping a cocktail named after me, in a white-tableclothed dining room with the most romantic man I’d ever met, who had his tongue on my pussy right under the table of the fancy restaurant he owned.

  I’m so fucking lucky. Maybe divine intervention is real.

  My breath became heavy as I finished my drink and grabbed the sides of the table. For someone who didn’t like to go fast, Jay sure was working me down there. I wondered if he’d somehow snuck in a vibrator because, surely, his tongue couldn’t be doing all that work. I groaned as he pushed a finger inside me.

  “Jay still in the restroom?” Aiden’s eyebrows rose into his hairline as my thighs tensed.

  I stared stupefied like a deer in headlights—or like someone who had gotten caught having public sex.

  “Uh, I think he had to take a call or something. I’m not sure. I’m okay though. Really, I am. I’ll take another cocktail, if you don’t mind. Thanks, Aiden.” I winked. At least I didn’t give him a thumbs-up this time.

  Jay hummed between my thighs, vibrating the entire lower half of my body, as my feet began to twitch out from under me. I knew I was close and on the verge of something big when that occurred. My heel kicked the underside of the table as he motorboated me between my legs. My climax came on faster than I thought and right as Aiden reappeared again.

  Damn it, I should have told him to close the curtain!

  Waves of pleasure coursed through my body as my feet shot out to the sides and kicked under the table. I flew a foot off the booth and squealed.

  “Ahh … sorry! My foot fell asleep! Tingles …” I breathed deep. “So … many tingles.” My voice shook in what sounded like an attempt at a yodel.

  “Would you like to walk it out? I can help you out of the booth and into some fresh air?” Aiden’s brows were still raised into his hairline.

  “No. Nope. I will just take this drink and forget about it. How’s that food looking? I’m starving!” My clit throbbed hard, making my eyes bulge with each pulse. I was out of breath, and all I had done was sit back and enjoy my time. You’d think I’d run a marathon by the way I breathed.

  “On it.” He grinned.

  My mouth fell open as he caught my gaze and winked before he closed the drapes.

  “He’s gone! You can come up now. And he knows!” I whispered under the table, lifting the skirt to see Jay come up for air.

  His cheeks blushed red and were dewy … from me. That was hot as fuck.

  “Well, it’s not like he hasn’t done anything like that before. He’s wild, that one.” Jay pressed his napkin to his face, drying off every bit of me and smiling.

  “Still got an appetite, or are you satisfied now?” I put my arm around his waist and turned his chin with my finger, so he could kiss me. I tasted myself on his lips. I was his amuse-bouche. Fuck Vegemite.

  “I’m insatiable for you. You taste like the nectar of the gods or the goddess.” He stroked my hair out of my face and held me tight.

  Nectar. Goddess.

  I had been thinking about those things earlier.

  How could he?

  I felt the hard lump of rose quartz I’d hidden in my bra, much to Nikki’s insistence. It lay heavy against my heart, tucked under my boob, and was growing warm.

  Nine

  Jay

  I sat at my bar, tapping the pen to paper. My drink had become watered down by the time I even wrote one word of poetry.

  I feel …

  No, that’s not right!

  The night after our date at Scarlett Herb, Rox had invited me to drinks at her place. She’d shown me her collection of poems. Half of them were rip-your-heart-out tragic, and the other half of them were hilarious. She’d read aloud about everything from a heartbroken mess to a superhero to a premenopausal cat lady on the verge of a midlife crisis.

  “Where do you get all of these ideas?” I asked. I rubbed a tear out of my eye. I wasn’t sure if it had come from laughing so hard or the pain I felt in some of her words.

  “From life.” She kept flipping through her notebook, picking apart the poems she dared to read to me.

  “I like the mixture you have. I’ve never thought about mixing the bad with the good. How does that work out?”

  “You have to laugh to keep from crying sometimes. I get all the bad shit out, and I can also get all the silly shit out. That’s supposed to cancel the bad shit. It doesn’t really, but I think it knocks the edge off at least. It’s a fine balance. It’s a tactic we also use at the shelter. That’s why poetry night can get a little crazy at The Lounge. You never know if you’re about to laugh, cry, or as you like to do, fist pump.”

  “That’s brilliant. Such a clever girl. Have you thought about publishing?”

  “Yes. One day. When I get time. Business and volunteering have me too distracted right now to do much. You guys are selling my Shizzle Sauce faster than we can make it! I might have to get someone on that more than twice a week. Especially with the new cocktail you’re using it in.”

  “That cocktail is an Instagram sensation. Our collaboration has been a hit.” I fist-pumped the air, making her laugh.

  “We make a good team.” She closed her notebook and grabbed my hand.

  “Yes, we do,” I agreed, squeezing her hand.

  We’d spent every night since date night at her place or mine.

  I continued tapping my pen to the paper, grabbing a bar napkin and wiping up the condensation forming around my glass. I put my elbow on the counter and leaned my cheek into my palm, thinking. I could write about how she had the great idea to christen my home by doing it in every room.

  I will fuck you in the yard.

  I will fuck you oh-so hard.

  I will fuck you on the chair.

  I will fuck you over there.

  I will fuck you anywhere.

  Fuck! I suck.

  “What in the bloody hell is this?” Aiden pulled up a barstool beside me, picked up my paper, and read aloud my words. “Are you writing poetry?”

  “I’m trying to,” I muttered, snatching my paper from him. “Think you can do better? Want to have a go, mate?” I waved the poem in front of his face.

  “Actually, yeah, I do think so. Want me to try?”

  “By all means.” I held out my pen and sat back to watch my brother’s competitive nature come out.

  He jotted down a few lines and handed the paper back to me.

  Your arse is a peach,

  Gooey and sweet.

  I’d put you on a pedestal

  And grovel at your feet.

  I read his work aloud, cringing.

  “What the heck is that all about?” Nikki walked in with Layla trailing behind her right as I had spoken.

  “Nothing! Nothing. It’s nothing! Just …” I shoved the paper in my coat pocket.

  “I heard something about a gooey peach. And if my guess is right, you’re trying to write poetry. If you ever use the word gooey when describing a woman, we’re going to need to take you to an anatomy class.” Nikki put a hand to her hip.

  “Ew, yeah. Don’t do that!” Layla’s eyes fluttered as she sat down next to Aiden. “Juicy. It’s juicy.”

  “I bet it is,” Aiden growled. “I guess you’re all here to make Shizzle, right? Betty called and scheduled the kitchen before the rush. Tell her thanks for that. Where is she anyway? Is she crewing the truck with Rox?”

  “No, Rox got called out on some emergency at the shelter. She’s operating the truck, but we have our stand-in employees working today.” Nikki looked from me to Aiden. Her eyes were transfixed on both of us as if she was trying to read our thoughts. Knowing her, she probably was.

  “Emergency? Is she okay?” My voice squealed. Then, I cleared my throat and said in a burly tone, “I mean, is she safe?”

  “She’s fine. I’m sure she will text you the first chance she gets.” Nikki twirled her crystal necklace between her fingers.

  “Come on. Let’s get
down to business and make this sauce.” Layla clutched Nikki’s elbow and pulled her toward the back.

  “Right this way, ladies!” Aiden motioned for them to follow.

  “I’ll be right there!” Nikki called after them while still staring a hole straight through me.

  A mild sense of panic arose in me as I thought for a brief moment that she might perhaps be reading my thoughts. It wasn’t like I was thinking anything dirty.

  Rox, Rox, Rox.

  Safe.

  Boobs.

  Shit!

  Fucking Rox in the boobs!

  Fuck!

  Why can’t my brain stop?

  Nikki’s going to think I’m a perv!

  Baseball.

  Soccer.

  Boring old men in the sauna.

  Ew.

  Boobs!

  I wiped a beat of sweat from my brow.

  “Are you okay?” Nikki smirked.

  “Yep. Fine. It’s been a rush today. Now about to get prepped for the dinner crowd.” I fumbled with my pen, unable to look back up at her mind-reading eyes.

  “If you’re writing a poem for Rox, just a wild guess here”—she winked—“might I suggest that you write about your feelings. Why you ran away from home maybe? You can probably relate to her on that level of brokenness. Because she thinks you’re a god, and I know you think she is a goddess. She is. And maybe you are too. But everyone is fucked up. It’s good to not be alone in it. I think your perfection might make her feel inferior.”

  “What? She said that?” I sat my pen down, feeling dizzy. “I’d never want her to feel that way at all.”

  “She probably feels lots of ways because she is still healing. And I think you are too. I know she mentioned you traveled the world after some family accident. Write about it. Tell her about it. Relate to her on that level. Heal together. It’s not exactly rocket science that you bumped into each other and you’re both healing.”

  “Why do you think I’m still healing?”

  “I can see it in your eyes.”

  I quickly looked down. “Damn it! I knew you were a mind reader!”

  Rox.

  Sex.

  Soccer.

  Rox.

  Arse and titties.

  Fuck!

  “I’m not a mind reader.” She laughed. “You can look up at me! I can’t read your dirty thoughts about boobs. No worries.”

  I gasped, feeling my heart plummet down into my testicles.

  “Lucky guess! You’re a man. Come on now!” She put her hand on my shoulder and gave it a shake. “Listen, I’m trying to help you, and I’m trying to help my best friend. I’m going about it different than Betty, so be grateful. I’ll not cut you up into crocodile boots. I’ll put a spell on you that makes you wish you were a pair of crocodile boots.”

  My head began to swim as I glanced up and toward the exit.

  “I can’t catch a break with DTF.” I rubbed my hands over my face.

  “No one can. Just do the damn thing I told you to do. Take advantage of the divine intervention that came shooting down and hooked you two up together. Even if it’s only for a short while.”

  “What do you mean, a short while?” My heartbeat pulsed loud in my ears.

  Does she know something I don’t?

  “I mean, no one knows the future.” She shrugged, walking away toward the kitchen.

  Except you.

  Balls.

  Boobs.

  Rox.

  Rox and I had barely seen each other over the last few days. Her job and volunteer work had kept her busy, and Scarlett Herb’s customers had increased twofold since teaming up with The Pink Taco Truck. Suddenly, our doors were graced with hipsters, yogis, and college-aged kids looking for Shizzle cocktails and trying out our locally sustained farm-to-table menu. Nikki had told me she was in charge of social media for the taco truck, and lately, she’d been giving Scarlett Herb shout-outs. I didn’t know much about shout-outs, but whatever they were had been working.

  No longer did Scarlett Herb sport the tired, older generation’s faces sniffing their brandy and growling over their bills. Our image was slowly changing into the it place. We became much more modern artsy than old-fart stuffy, which was what Aiden had said he wanted all along. Even though I had consulted and made a few changes here and there, I felt Rox and DTF were responsible for a lot of our business. Old man Earl had even become a regular customer of ours.

  I lay in my bed, laptop open, going over invoices and spreadsheets. I needed to thank Rox in some way. She worked so damn hard, and now, I was reaping her benefits too. I took a break from work and scoured the internet for some type of gift I thought she might like. She didn’t seem the kind of woman to care for jewelry, and I thought it was still too early to surprise her with a getaway.

  Unless we went back to Westy’s.

  No. It needs to be something more.

  I heard her car door slam next door, startling me out of my tired state of mind. My phone buzzed beside me.

  Rox: Still up?

  Me: Yep. Can’t sleep. How was your night? I was worried about you. It’s after one!

  Rox: You don’t have to worry about me. My night was the same as usual. Rough. But I think we are getting closer to getting the new family settled. So, hopefully, next week, things will slow down in that part of my life.

  Me: Good! I would love some more nights with you. Would you like a lullaby to send you off to sleep? Or maybe some more dirty instructions?

  Rox: I’ll take a warm body. Is it too late for that? We live right next door to each other and yet rarely see each other.

  Me: Putting on my thongs and coming. Be right there!

  Rox flung the door open before I could knock.

  “Where are these thongs? That is hot as fuck! Take your pants off and turn around! I want to see!” She clasped her hands together, bouncing on her toes.

  “Um, these?” I stuck my foot out, showing her my footwear.

  The weather had become increasingly hot over the last week, which meant I’d needed to buy summer clothes. A quick trip to the shops had resulted in a brand-new wardrobe, thongs included.

  “Not your flip-flops! Your thongs! You said you were wearing some over.” Her mouth turned down into a pout.

  “Oh! No, we call flip-flops thongs! I’m so sorry! I’m afraid I don’t have any thongs. But if that is what you like, I’ll get a pair tomorrow!”

  “Want to borrow mine?” She lifted her skirt and turned her back toward me, bending over and showing me the thin black string that disappeared into her arse.

  “Fuck. I’ll do whatever you want!”

  I stepped inside, and with one quick motion, I swept her off her feet and into my arms. She threw her hands around my neck and puckered her lips.

  “Kiss me! I missed you! We need to get better schedules!”

  I nibbled her lips, too busy to respond with anything other than an, “Mmhmm.”

  “Let’s go upstairs. I need some Jay time,” she mumbled into my mouth.

  Her breaths were soft and minty against my lips. I pulled her tightly into me, squeezing her and breathing in the scent of her neck. She smelled divine—nectar of the goddess.

  “I want to feel you wrapped around me, clinging to me that moment I first enter you, your sweet pussy gripping around my cock. I need to feel that. And I want you to tell me if you can feel my heartbeat pulsing inside of you.”

  Her chest rose up, poking her perfectly round breasts closer to my face, as if pleading for me to take them in my mouth right here. We stood in the doorway, unable to tear our eyes off each other.

  “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Fuck!” She sucked in her lower lip between her teeth, biting it.

  “You’re the hottest thing ever, Kintsugi,” I growled into her ear, kicking the door shut behind me before gently setting her down.

  She started undressing while walking up the stairs, flinging her clothes left and right. Her shirt ended up in the hall, one
of her shoes landed on the kitchen table, her bra caught on the railing of the stairs. I followed suit behind her although much less graceful. My thongs knocked an empty cup over, and I had to hop on one foot to wiggle out of my underwear. I fumbled with the buttons on my pajama shirt while she slipped her thongs off, swirled them around her index finger in the air, and threw them at me. They landed directly at my feet.

  My heart beat in my chest, matching the rhythm of my throbbing cock. I picked her knickers up off the floor and breathed them in while she watched. I had no idea what I was doing at the moment. I needed her scent on me—all over me. I wanted to wear her like cologne. I let out a low, rumbling growl that even scared me a little and tore the buttons off my shirt.

  “Oh my! You’re just … you’re… what do y’all say? Bloody hell!” she said, her chest rising and falling at the same rhythm as my pulse. “The last one to bed is a rotten fart barn!” She ran up the stairs, chased by whatever beast had come out in me, which I would like to think was much more lion and much less wallaby. But for some reason, only a wallaby came to mind.

  I caught up with her as she dived into bed, giggling as I crawled my way on top of her. My dick acted like a honing device as I felt the tip search out her wet pussy, nudging her until it slid right into home. That was what she felt like—home. Her hands reached up to my cheeks, pulling my mouth down to hers. I was two seconds away from going to pound town when she locked her legs over my hips and stopped me from moving.

  “I want it slow. Can we do that? Like you said. I want to feel your heartbeat inside of me.” A shy smile played across her lips as she cast her eyes down.

  I’d never seen this badass babe bashful before, and I’d never seen her want to do anything slow either. I kissed the tip of her nose.

  “Your pleasure is my pleasure,” I whispered as I slowly thrust inside her, making love to her.

  I woke in the middle of the night, sitting up in the dark to get my bearings. I smoothed the sheets next to me, realizing I sat in an empty bed. My heart jumped as I still assumed that Rox wasn’t okay. Half-asleep, I slipped a sheet around me and stumbled around the room, finding my way down the dark stairs and toward the light of the kitchen.