by E. L. Todd
Dad eyed it like it was a spaceship. “I can walk.”
She gripped the handles and pressed her lips together, like she might scream at him at any moment. “Get in the chair.”
“Baby, I can walk.” He tried to get out on the other side. “My arm is broken, not my leg.”
“Get your ass in here now!” Her eyes breathed fire.
“Damn,” Slade whispered. “I know where you get your spunk from.”
“I know,” I whispered back.
Dad knew butting heads with her wasn’t smart. He slowly got out of bed then sat in the chair. His arm was still in a cast, and he rested his free hand on his thigh.
“Your car was totaled, by the way,” Mom said.
Dad sighed. “I guess I’ll get a Viper next.”
“No,” she hissed. “You’re getting a mini van. No more fast cars.”
Dad looked devastated. “But—”
“No buts,” she snarled. “You lost your privilege.”
“But I didn’t crash it because—” When he saw the look in her eyes he fell silent. Dad was never scared of anyone or silenced by just a look. It seemed like only Grandpa and Mom had that special ability.
“What was that?” she asked.
He looked away. “Nothing.”
“Let’s go.” Mom moved behind the wheelchair and started to push.
Slade stayed back with me. “If you end up anything like your mom when we get older, I wouldn’t mind.”
“She’s a hard-ass, huh?”
“It’s pretty hot.”
I smacked his arm. “Don’t check out my mom.”
“Come on, you guys look a lot alike…”
I smacked him again.
“Baby, I’m kidding. But you wouldn’t mind it if I looked like my dad when I got older, right?”
“Let’s stop checking out each other’s parents and just go.”
“Okay.” He grabbed my hand and smiled. He was in a much better mood now that Dad was well. I knew it was because he cared about my dad as much as I did.
***
When we went to my parents’ house, Mom placed him on the couch in the living room. Dad’s arm was immobile, and he had scars on his stomach that couldn’t be seen under his shirt. He was lucky he got off so well. I had a much different fate in my accident.
“Water?” Mom asked.
“I’ll take a beer.”
She put her hands on her hips and gave him a terrifying look.
“Please,” Dad added.
Mom didn’t drop her hostility. “You really have the nerve to ask for a beer after you crashed because you were driving drunk?” Her voice came out quiet, but it trembled with rage.
“I wasn’t driving drunk,” he argued. “My blood alcohol wasn’t even that high.”
She smacked him hard across the face. “Be a man and take responsibility for your actions.”
He took a deep breath and didn’t react in any other way. “I have. I’m not saying what I did was right. But, as you can see, I’m not going to be driving anytime soon. I think I’m safe.” He couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of his voice.
“You’ve lost your drinking privileges,” she snapped. “You obviously have a problem.”
“I don’t have a problem,” Dad argued. “I was just in a dark place and—”
“What happens when you’re in a dark place again?” she demanded. “What if I die? Are you going to repeat that episode and leave the kids without a father?”
His eyes darkened. “Don’t ever say that to me again.”
Mom gave him a final disappointed look before she walked away.
The tension settled in the room.
Slade cleared his throat. “So…want to play cards?”
Chapter Eleven
Reid
I arrived at her doorstep with an arrangement of daisies. She didn’t strike me as a roses type of girl. They were yellow and bright, reminding me of her blonde hair. I adjusted my jacket then knocked.
She answered the door immediately. “Punctual.”
I handed her the flowers. “For the lady.”
With a smile on her face, she took them and inhaled the scent. “Just like a Glade candle.”
I chuckled. “If you say so.”
She walked into her apartment then set them down. Then she returned to me. “I love flowers but it’s always sad to see them die. You know what I prefer?”
“What?” I asked.
“Sweets. And you can never go wrong with chocolate.”
I grinned. “I’ll remember that.”
She grabbed her clutch then locked the door behind her. “Shall we?”
“We shall.” I wanted to kiss her but I didn’t want to move too quickly. But I’ve wanted to make out with her again since the last time I saw her. She was a damn good kisser. “Hungry?”
“Always,” she said. “At any point in time you think I might be hungry, the answer is yes.”
I laughed. “If you eat so much, where do you put it?”
“At the gym,” she said with a chuckle.
“Well, it shows.” I casually slipped my arm around her waist, hoping the affection was appropriate.
When she flashed me a beautiful smile I knew it was.
We made it to the sidewalk then toward the restaurant. “I made reservations at this French place.”
“Like a fancy place?” she asked. She didn’t sound thrilled about it.
“It’s a little upscale,” I said.
“How about we just get hotdogs and walk around Central Park?”
I’d never heard a girl offer that before. “May I ask why?”
“I’m sick of going to fancy restaurants every time I have a date. Let’s do something different.”
I liked her carefree attitude. It was refreshing. “That sounds like fun.” We reached a food cart near the park and I allowed her to order first.
“I’ll have two chili dogs,” she said. “And a coke.”
Did she just order for me?
“Your turn,” she said.
“Uh, did you order two for yourself?”
“Yeah. So?”
I stared at her blankly. “Just curious…” I turned to the vendor and ordered mine then paid for it. We grabbed our food then found a park bench. The sun was setting and there was still light in the sky. Clouds of pink and purple swirled on the horizon.
Jasmine ate her food without making a mess but she also ate fast. She ate quicker than me. She’d finished both of her hot dogs before I finished mine.
“Hungry?” I asked playfully.
“Starving,” she said.
I chuckled then kept eating. “I have to say, I’ve never seen a girl eat like that.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m a pig. I know.”
“That’s not what I was trying to say.”
“Then what are you trying to say?” she challenged.
“That…it’s really hot.”
She turned to me with bright eyes. They crinkled in amusement. “Why, thank you.” She flipped her hair over one shoulder. “About time someone noticed my unusual charms.”
Most of the girls I went out with barely touched their food like they hated eating, Trinity included. Girls were so pressured to eat air and fit into size zero pants that they missed out on the joy of eating. “It’s a change from the girls I usually go out with.”
“What kind of girls do you usually go out with?” she asked.
“Superficial thin girls.”
“Well, I’m not a superficial thin girl.”
“You don’t strike me as such,” I said.
“Well, I like to eat a lot but I pay for it at the gym. If I just exerted some self-control, I wouldn’t have to spend an hour at the gym every day.”
“But exercising is good for you,” I argued. “There are more benefits to it instead of just losing weight.”
“Tell every girl in Manhattan that,” she said with a laugh.
“I hit the gym every day but I
don’t enjoy it much.”
“Then why do you do it?” she challenged.
I went with the truth. “To get laid.”
She laughed. “At least you’re honest about it. Only, like, two percent of people work out religiously because of the health benefits you mentioned.”
“Do you go for the same reason?” I asked.
“Yep,” she said without shame. “I love sex.”
I stilled at her words. I’d never dated a girl who openly admitted something like that. They either beat around the bush or they didn’t say anything at all. My heart sped up at her words, and I imagined myself thrusting inside her while her legs were wrapped around my waist. I shook the thought away. “That’s nice…” I couldn’t think of a better response.
“Do you think less of me for saying that?” she asked.
“No. You’ve just made me uncomfortable.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think you understand in what context.” I adjusted my jeans because my hard-on was uncomfortable.
She chuckled. “Oh, I see.”
“Thanks for that,” I said with a laugh.
“Well, spoiler alert; you’re going to get laid tonight.”
My heart skipped a beat at her words. I paused, making sure I really heard that and it wasn’t a trick of my imagination. I played it cool. “I am?”
“That is, if you want to.”
Duh, I wanted to. I didn’t usually sleep with a girl so quickly. This was our second date and I really didn’t know her that well. But I liked what I knew so far, and she was so gorgeous that it was hard for me to be a gentleman. To say I didn’t want to be inside her was a lie. “I might be interested…”
Her hand moved to my thigh and she squeezed it. “I like you, Reid. And if your bedroom talents are as good as your kiss, I’m in for a treat.”
Her words made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. I adjusted myself again but didn’t bother to be discreet about it. “We should discuss something else before you make me break my pants.”
She chuckled. “He must be pretty big to rip through jeans.”
“You’d be surprised,” I said vaguely.
She smirked then looked away. “Red or blue?”
I froze, unsure what she just said. “Pardon?”
“Red or blue,” she said. “Which do you prefer?”
“Uh, blue.”
“Me too.” She nodded. “Waffles or pancakes?”
“What game are we playing?” I asked.
“No game,” she said. “I’m just asking you questions and getting your mind off sex.”
My heart warmed in affection. “Waffles.”
“Apples or oranges?”
“Oranges,” I answered.
“Hippos or elephants?”
“You have some weird questions,” I blurted.
“Just answer.”
“Hippos,” I answered.
“Doggy style or missionary?”
My cheeks blushed slightly. “Doggy.”
“Ooh…me too.” She winked at me.
This girl was going to make me blow my load right in the damn park.
“Dogs or cats?”
“Dogs,” I said. “Africa or Antarctica?”
“Africa,” she answered. “And you have some weird questions.”
I smirked then looked away. “Matt Damon or Mark Wahlberg?”
“Aren’t they the same person?” she asked.
“No. Mark Wahlberg was in Boogie Nights—”
“I love that movie!”
“Me too,” I said. “It’s one of my favorites. And Matt Damon is in Good Will Hunting.”
“Did you know Matt Damon and Ben Affleck wrote the screenplay together?”
“No.” I raised an eyebrow, shocked that she knew that.
“And they wrote a random gay seen between their two characters just to see which studios actually read it.”
“How did you know that?” I asked.
She shrugged. “I can’t remember. But I have an odd quality of remembering useless information.”
Jasmine was only making me like her more. “Pineapples or mangoes?”
“Pineapples,” she said without hesitation.
“Top or bottom?”
“Top or bottom of what?” she asked.
“In sex.”
She smirked. “Top.”
She preferred to be on top? My cock got hard again.
“Porn or Playboy?”
She asked me questions no other girl ever dared to mention. Even when I was with Theresa for two years, she never asked me that. But I didn’t mind. “Porn.”
“Morning sex or evening sex?”
“I thought you were asking me questions so I would stop thinking about sex,” I said.
“But then I started thinking about it too.” She crossed her legs and waited for me answer the question.
“Both. You?”
“Evening.”
“Hiking or swimming?” I asked.
“Swimming. Trucks or cars?”
“Trucks,” I answered.
“Blow job or sex?”
I grinned at her boldness. “Blow job.”
“Left-handed or right-handed?”
“Right,” I answered. “Porn or magazines?”
“Porn,” she answered.
She watched porn? Geez, that was hot. “Do you touch yourself?”
“As opposed to what?”
Damn, I didn’t play by the rules. How could I word it right?
“And the answer to your question is, oh yeah.” She didn’t show any sign of embarrassment or shame.
I felt the blood move down south. “McDonald’s or Taco Bell?”
“Taco Bell, of course.”
“Sharks or penguins?”
“Sharks,” she answered. “Tigers or lions?”
“Tigers,” I answered. “Firefighters or cops?”
“Firefighters,” she said without hesitation.
“Manta rays or jellyfish?”
She didn’t answer the question. “My place now or later?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat at her invitation. I hardly knew her and I really wanted to sleep with her. Was it just lust? I’d been attracted to other girls before but my head was always on straight. But with Jasmine, I desperately wanted to take her. “Now.”
***
We walked inside her apartment and didn’t bother turning on the lights. When we reached the living room, she moved into my chest then playfully pushed me onto the couch.
I fell back and stared at her. Now what?
She grabbed her remote then turned on her stereo. Music came on, and my heart leapt at what I assumed was next.
She slowly danced for me, moving her hips while her fingers trailed across her body, hinting at removing an article of clothing but continuing to move on instead.
I’d never been with a woman so confident in my life. I couldn’t get any of my girlfriends to do this no matter how long we were together. Jasmine was sure of her qualities but she didn’t act vain about it. She was comfortable in her own skin and extremely open with her sexuality it.
It was hot.
Her fingers moved to her shirt and she slowly pulled it off. Then she tossed it at me. It landed on my lap and I didn’t touch it. She stood in a black sequence bra, which pushed her curvy tits together. There was a valley between her breasts, and I thought about inserting my dick into the crack. I’d never been so forward with my sexual thoughts but she excited me in a way no one ever had.
Jasmine moved to her jeans and slowly peeled them off. Removing clothes was difficult, let alone being sexy at the same time. But she did it easily, keeping my interest the entire time. A black thong was revealed and it was made of lace. I stared at it and felt my cock twitch. Then my eyes took in her flat stomach and her belly button piercing. The jewel flashed and moved every time she turned.
Fuck.
She came closer to me then unclasped her
bra. She let it fall onto my lap.
I stared at her tits, which were voluptuous and beautiful.
I was officially gone.
“You want to fuck me?” she asked in a sexy voice.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, turned on by her forwardness. “Yeah.”
She kneeled before me and positioned herself between my legs.
I took a deep breath as I contemplated what would happen next. I wanted to stick my dick deep in her throat. I wanted to feel that pretty mouth close around me. That tongue…I wanted to feel that tongue.
She undid my jeans then slowly pulled them down.
I stared at her chest, which jiggled every time she moved.
After she lowered them to my ankles, she pulled my boxers down, revealing my long cock.
“Impressive,” she whispered.
Unable to restrain myself a moment longer, my hand moved up her arm and to her neck. I gripped her tighter than led her forward.
“Someone is eager,” she whispered.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen,” I blurted. “I’m not exactly myself right now.”
“Or are you yourself for the first time in your life?” She gave me a smoldering look before she leaned over and pressed her lips to my tip.
Just the gentle touch made me convulse.
She grabbed the bass then licked the top like a lollipop. She watched me while she licked me, seeing my reaction. Then she inserted him deep in her throat, sheathing all of me.
“Shit.”
She gave me long even strokes, the kind I liked. She used her tongue to massage me and she never nicked me with her teeth.
My hand tightened around her neck as I guided her up and down. This was, by far, the best blowjob I’d ever gotten. I breathed hard and enjoyed it, but I tried not to come at the same time. It was difficult.
She removed her lips. “You can come in my mouth. I’ll swallow.”
Seriously, she was sexy as hell. I wanted to come in the back of her throat. I wanted to release inside her and have the best orgasm of my life. But I kept my head on straight. “No.”
“No?” She gave me a playful smile. She leaned forward and pressed her tits around my dick. Then she started to move up and down.
I leaned back and squeezed her tits together. Then I started to thrust into the warm flesh, feeling my mind spiral. She looked so beautiful while she let me pleasure myself with her body. Her blonde hair cascaded around her and I wanted to come all over her rack.