I woke up and there he was, holding me close to his big warm body. I took a hot shower, steaming up my bathroom as I scrubbed every inch of my body vigorously, trying to get the touch of Stuart off me. Later, Noah sat on the edge of my bed and tucked me in.
He looked sad and angry. “It’s my fault, Kat. I should have stayed with you and your mom after the cookout. Then this wouldn’t have happened.”
I rose up and touched his bearded cheek. “No, Noah. It’s not your fault. If Stuart hadn’t hurt me today, he would have tried some other day. I wanted you to hit him. I wanted you to scare him. He won’t ever do that again. Thank you.”
“I’ll support you if you want to go to the law. Get charges pressed against him. He’ll have a rap sheet that’ll fuck up his career and everything else in his life.”
“No. What you did to him was enough justice for me. I will never be afraid to look him in the eyes again.”
Noah leaned in and brushed a soft kiss on my lips. “You’re part of the Chaos Coven. You’re part of my tribe. I care about you, Kat.”
I swallowed, to hold back tears. I laid back down and he pulled the covers over me, “Get some sleep, kitten. I’ll call you in the morning.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Noah kept his promise and called me early the next morning as I got dressed for work to open the bookstore. I was meeting with William, the owner and manager. Will had always been good to both me and Sam, giving us time off when we needed it and letting us pick out any books that we liked to take them home and read. I felt a little anxious and jumpy after everything that happened the day before and was a bit nervous to meet with Will.
“Don’t be nervous. Maybe he’s giving you a raise, Kat. You’re tons smarter than me – “
“Stop that, Noah. You’re a smart man. And a good man.”
“Yeah, Yeah. Well if you knew what I was thinking right about now, you’d take back the good man part.”
I giggled and squeezed my thighs together at hearing Noah’s deep voice over the phone. “Yeah? So, what were you just thinking about, Chick Magnet?”
“I was thinkin’ about those magnificent tits of yours. And how they hardened to little pebbles when I pinched and pulled them that night on the park bench. You got my dick rock hard…”
I looked down at my chest, “They’re not all that, Noah.”
“Yes, they are Kat. They’re fucking perfect!”
I giggled some more, feeling very sexy at that moment. The things he said to me, and how he touched me, made me feel that way. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll let you get to third base next time you take me out on a date!” I sounded so different - my naughty side was coming out!
“Fuck yeah! What are you doing tonight after work?”
I felt more at ease after talking with Noah as I drove to work that morning. Will was already at the bookstore, sitting in the back office. It was small, with a desk, a computer, with boxes of used books piled alongside one wall. Will was a sweet man in his late fifties. He opened the bookstore back in the early 1980’s. He sat at the desk, wearing his glasses and squinted at the old computer screen.
I came in and sat in a chair across from him, “HI, Will. Why don’t you invest a little money and buy a more up-to-date PC, with a bigger monitor?”
“Hi, Kat.” His chin came down, and his eyes came above his glasses, “Well that’s what I want to talk to you about.”
“Oh yeah? Is everything ok?”
“Yes. Everything is fine. But I’ve been thinking lately about the future. I’m not getting any younger. My two daughters are grown and have left home, so now it’s just me and the wife. We want to spend some quality one-on-one time together, like we did when we were younger. So, I’m promoting you to manager.”
“What?”
Will chuckled, “You heard me Kat. I want you to manage my bookstore. Sam has been here about a year now. You two together have done a great job of keep everything in working order. I trust the both of you to run this business. And I’ll be raising your pay of course.”
Will stood up from the desk, and leaned over it to offer me his hand, “Will you accept the position Kat?”
I jumped out of the chair, almost knocking it over behind me. I took his hand and shook it, “Yes Will, I accept! Thank you so much for this opportunity!” My heart was soaring!
Noah pulled up in front of my house later that afternoon, but instead of riding his chopper, he drove his truck.
“Don’t run, Kat!” Mom called out as I raced down my front steps later and leapt into Noah’s arms just moments after he got out of the truck.
He lifted me off my feet as I wrapped my arms around his neck, “Not only did I get a raise - I also got promoted to Manager!”
Noah’s head fell back and he chuckled, squeezing me, “I knew it Kat! Congrats! We’ll need to celebrate!” He put me back down, “But tonight I’m taking you to the drive-in.”
“What’s a drive-in?”
“You don’t know what that is? You park in this wide-open gravel car lot and hang this old clunky piece of metal on your car window for sound and watch a movie on a big fucking movie screen. They even have a snack bar and swing sets for kids. Like in that chick flick, ‘Grease’. “
I jumped, “Oh that sounds like so much fun! Is that why you told me I didn’t have to wear jeans today since we’re not riding your bike?”
“Yeah Kitten,” His big hands moved down to my ass and squeezed, “And I like seeing you in your summer dresses. It’s sexy as fuck!”
“...and it would be easy-access for him to get under my dress,” I thought to myself.
Noah drove us out west near the Shenandoah Mountains and parked in the gravel lot next to a metal box speaker that hung from a pole. A line of cars and trucks pulled in and parked as well, and people brought out lawn chairs and sat in truck beds. Some kids were in their pajamas, with pillows and blankets. It was dusk now, and the sun was lowering on the horizon behind while lightening bugs began to appear near the swing sets in front of the movie screen.
A large cupholder console in the middle of Noah’s truck divided us, making me feel like I was so far away from him. He put the truck in park and shut off his engine.
He turned to me, placing his elbow on the steering wheel, “So, this is a drive-in theater. They’re almost extinct these days. I remember my parents taking me here when I was a kid. My dad let me sit in the bed of his truck with a lawn chair. He’d buy me all the food I wanted, and I’d get so stuffed on hotdogs, soda and candy, I thought I’d pop like a tick!”
I laughed at that, picturing Noah as a boy, shoving hotdogs and candy in his mouth, dressed in his pajamas.
“By the time the movie started, I would doze off. And I’m sure that gave my parents some alone time inside the truck to do what couples do at drive-ins - they made out!”
“That sounds so romantic Noah. It’s nice to have fond memories like that as a child.”
“Well, I can’t complain. My parents were good to me. And I’m grateful for that. I know lots of people who didn’t have it as good as me growing up.”
Noah combed a hand through his long hair. Then he said, “Hey Kat…I was wondering if you could help me with something.”
I leaned over closer to him, “Sure Noah, If I can, I will.”
“Well, you know that I can’t read very good. My club brothers don’t know anything about it. Tanya does though. I know that someday soon, my dad is going to need me to step up and help with his home building business. I cruised along all these years working for my dad since I quit high school. I want to hire a tutor. To teach me to read. Then go and get my GED. And I’ll probably need your help to fill out any paperwork.”
Warmth spread my body, “That’s a brilliant idea! And I will help you in any way you need it, Noah.”
He leaned down, pulling a lever and shoved his seat back, “Enough talking for now kitten. Climb over here and plant that cute ass on my lap.”
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p; He didn’t have to say that twice! I climbed over the console and did exactly that! He was hard already, and I wiggled my rear. He bucked his hips. “Yeah, baby. I’m taking you to first base.”
Movie trailers appeared on the billboard movie screen and the metal speaker came alive with music as our mouths joined roughly, tasting each other. My hands meandered up into his long hair. His roamed from my calf, to my knees and underneath my long dress.
I broke the kiss, panting, “Please Noah. Touch me.” I begged.
“Touch you Kitten? Where?”
“Touch my pussy. Please.”
“Fuck…” he groaned as his fingers yanked aside my panties, and one slid deep inside me.
I cried out, feeling an orgasm already rising inside me.
“Dammit, Kat. Your pussy is slippery wet and so tight!”
My head fell back, and Noah’s mouth claimed my neck, devouring my skin with his tongue, lips and teeth. His hips rose, pressing roughly against my ass, as his finger glided in and out of my wet center. His thumb tormented my clit, rubbing it softly.
“You’re going to make me come!”
“Yes, I am, Kitten.”
I cried out his name and climaxed suddenly, a jolt of hot erotic pleasure spreading throughout my body.
My breath came out in pants as my climax ended. I pressed my cheek against Noah’s chest and wrapped my arms around his neck. His heart pounded just as fast and I heard him mumble, “You’re so beautiful, Kat.”
I leaned away to look into his eyes full of sexual need, “I love you Noah.” I couldn’t have stopped myself from saying it. It’s what I had felt ever since he caught me in his arms that day at the bookstore.
He smiled and pressed me back into his chest. “I know.”
I was such a god damn prick when Kat told me she loved me that night at the drive-in. She totally caught me off-guard when she said those three little words. Yeah, I loved my parents, and my club. But I’d never felt love for a woman in my entire life, and no woman had ever said that to me before.
It may have just been in the heat of the moment as she exploded with an orgasm, as I played with her sweet little pussy. I was a piece of shit for touching her like that, especially after what happened to her just the day before when Stuart hurt her.
That was two weeks ago, but we talked on the phone every day since. I just had to hear her voice every day since we were both busy working and she even more now with her new manager job at the bookstore.
I sat at my kitchen table, staring at the paperwork I needed to fill out for the reading tutor I planned on hiring. Her name was Jackie Stanton and I found her online. She had over 20 years of experience in teaching and tutoring kids, teens and adults and we met the day before.
Then it hit me like a slap in the face. I broke out in a cold sweat and my stomach turned, making me feel nauseous. I shut my eyes, but that only brought on the images. Mrs. Taylor. Unbuttoning my shirt after she told me to sit in her desk chair. Unzipping my jeans and tugging them down with my briefs around my ankles. Mrs. Taylor, my English teacher climbing on me, stroking my dick to make it hard. Mrs. Taylor fucking me in that desk chair, moaning and telling me she would give me passing grades if I gave her what she wanted. I was only fifteen.
I shoved away from the kitchen table, knocking my chair over. I fisted both hands into my temples, trying to get the images of Mrs. Taylor out of my fucking head. My phone vibrated on the table, Becky’s name lit up on the screen.
“Where the fuk u been? Its fri night. Lets do something!”
The phone lit up again, this time with Brandy texting me pretty much the exact same.
I needed to get shit faced to get those fucking images out of my head. I texted them back to meet me at the Crow Bar. I didn’t want to be around my club, or Kat. All I needed were my girls.
Becky and Brandy were already there as I rolled in on the bike. They were both sitting at the bar, looking down at their phones, their thumbs texting at warp speed. I made my way in between them.
“How’s my girls tonight?” Neither one of them looked up from their phones as Grease slid a frosty mug of beer my way.
I gulped half of it down, wiping froth off my lip. Brandy was the first to look up, pouting, “Where have you been, Magnet?”
I pulled her to me, “Sorry babe. Just had a busy couple of weeks. But I’m here now. So, let’s get busy catching up, and getting fucked up!”
Brandy giggled. It was high pitched, so different from Kat’s.
An hour later the girls had filled me in on their past two weeks as I downed a shot of vodka, trying to look interested in their lives. They worked at some high-dollar designer clothing store that - for the life of me - I could not remember the name of.
My phone sat on the bar and it lit up with Kat’s name as it vibrated. I didn’t answer. A few seconds later, it lit up again that she’d left me a voice mail.
Becky leaned in, brushing her tit on my forearm, “Are you fucking her, Magnet?”
“No, I’m not fucking her Becky. Cool your jets.”
“What does she got that me and Brandy can’t give you?”
“She’s just a friend for fuck sake!”
“That girl is not into someone like you, Magnet.”
“Someone like me, huh? What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Becky?”
“Oh, you know, she likes those intellectual-types. The guys that like to read and do techy geeky shit. You may be fucking her now, but she’ll get bored with you after a few months.”
“Just like I’m bored with you right about now?”
Becky’s brows shot up as I guzzled the last of my beer, and threw a wad of cash on the bar, “See ya, Grease!” I was off my barstool and headed out leaving the B girls sitting there without my dick in their hands. I climbed back on my bike and opened the throttle, and headed to the clubhouse, where I always went. To be with my Chaos brothers.
I struggled all day to hold back tears at work as I stood at the front counter, sorting through used books that were brought in by customers over the past week. Noah didn’t answer my call the night before, not even a text message. It was my fault. I knew I was smothering him, but I needed to hear his voice every day. When he didn’t return my call, it felt like a stab in the heart. Maybe saying those three words to him was too much for him to handle.
I kept looking at my phone, hoping Noah would call me. But by mid-afternoon, there was still no call or text. The jingle of the little bells on the door steered my eyes away from my phone. It was Becky and Brandy, walking in holding designer store bags.
“Oh, hi Kat!” Brandy smiled, but her eyes didn’t.
“Hi Brandy, hi Becky.” My voice not as cheery as it usually was when customers walked in.
“So, this is where you work! Me and Becky were out shopping today and wanted to stop by.” Both B’s appraised the black summer dress I wore. “That’s a cute dress! Where did you buy it?”
I gave her similar answer I gave Lillian at Easter, “Oh I bought this at the local Goodwill.”
“Well I hope you washed it first before wearing it.” Same answer as Lillian too.
I fumbled with the paperback books, trying to focus, as they moved toward me. “Are you looking for a good summer read?”
Becky leaned up against the counter, placing her designer bags on it. “Hmm... Not really.”
My phone lit up with Noah’s name. It was a text message. They both started to giggle.
Heat crept up my neck to my ears, “What’s so funny?”
Becky batted fake lashes, “Magnet was busy with us last night. That’s why he never called you back.”
“Oh really? And what did the three of you do?”
“We both fucked him!” Her eyes turned into an angry glare, “That’s what we did! So back off, Kat. He’s totally NOT into you! Both me and Brandy give him what he needs. He’s not very bright.”
Brandy snorted, “He’s pretty dumb actually.”
Becky continued, “He’s
like a lost puppy dog and that’s why he needs us! He’ll get bored with you quick. You don’t have what it takes to keep a man like him happy.”
Just like Lillian, they were jealous! Of me! “You know it’s really sad that you fake bitches think you can keep a good man like Noah down. Use him, degrade him, treat him like shit! And I’m amused at the fact that you both feel threatened by me! You both know, in your gut, that Noah is a much better person than the two of you combined!”
Both B’s didn’t expect Kat’s claws to come out as their perfectly tweezed eyebrows shot up.
“Now if you’re not here to shop for a book, then get the fuck out of the store.”
They huffed, grabbing their designer bags off the counter, and stormed out of the store, the bells jingling loudly.
The moment they disappeared around the corner, I bolted down the romance isle to the back office, slamming the door shut. I pulled my glasses off and broke down crying. The floodgates were opened and all the hurt I tried to swallow down that day suddenly came pouring out. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. Then I remembered that Noah had sent me a text before I ran the B’s out of the store and I returned to the counter to fetch my phone.
“Coming by to talk.” Was all he texted.
It was five pm and I went to the door to turn the store sign over to CLOSED. I wiped tears that streaked down my cheeks with the back of my hand, and sniffled when I heard the pipes on Noah’s chopper. He pulled into the parking lot and climbed off the bike, hanging his helmet on the handlebar.
He walked in, and I locked the door. “Hey Kat. Sorry I didn’t call you back – “
I didn’t even look at him and stomped away, heading back to the office, “I guess you were just too busy fucking Becky and Brandy last night!”
I didn’t get too far down the aisle before Noah was on me. He seized my arm, and I spun around to face him, “Where did that come from? I didn’t fuck them last night!”
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