I’m two seconds from leaving the coffee shop when the blonde bombshell walks through the door, running a hand through her long curls that fall perfectly back into place. It would be nice if I knew her name to call out to her. Not that I would need it, otherwise. The only words I’ll be saying until we’re through are spread your legs and yeah, you like that. Then, we can go our separate ways.
I stand up with my hand raised, waving it in her direction until her eyes flicker with acknowledgment. The pickings are often slim when I need a fix, and she will more than do the trick. She’s the kind of girl you pay big money for when you’re this hard up, not the kind that falls into your lap.
Mystery girl strolls toward me with her head held high, and her breasts pushed out, showing off a huge rack that makes me hard just thinking about shoving my face between them. How she carries herself with such grace and confidence when she’s about to fuck a random dude in a public bathroom amazes me. On some level, I feel shame for what we’re about to do, but I really don’t give a shit. I have demons to feed. And they like pussy.
She must not care either, or why else would she have come back for more?
I nod in the direction of the bathroom at the back of the store and walk inside, knowing she will join me. The door swings open a few seconds later.
With a bright smile plastered on her face, she’s gorgeous, tall with perfect hair that falls past her shoulders, and built like a swimsuit model. This woman reminds me of a girl I once knew, the love of my life. The only girl I ever loved. On some deeper level, I want her more than normal because of it. I’m breaking my no seconds rule for that reason.
“Hey,” she says with a small wave and flash of her white teeth. “You know if we’re going to make this a regular thing you could at least tell me your name.”
I shake my head. “No. Trust me it’s better this way. Now, turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
She follows my order, pressing her palms to the painted cinderblock and lifts her ass up in offering to me.
No attachments. That’s my motto. The last time I allowed a woman to get too close, she ran away, left me with a gaping whole inside my chest. I’m done with romance and love, sick of watching as people find their soulmate. I don’t believe in shit like that anymore. The here and now is all I care about. And right now, I want to fuck this girl and be on my way, not see if she has what it takes to become the future Mrs. King.
“Spread your legs,” I command, my voice coming off like a growl. “Wider,” I instruct, watching as she separates her thighs for me, the tight dress she has on bunching up around her hips.
My dick throbs in anticipation of being inside her. I flip the lock on the restroom door, and then unzip my pants with one hand and remove a condom from my pocket with the other. I don’t have time to waste when I’m like this, out of control and aching to relieve myself of this torture. My balls are tight, full and ready to dump a load inside this chick.
I tear open the foil packet and roll the condom down my length. Pushing up her dress, I take her bare ass in my hand, happy to discover she didn’t bother to wear panties this time. I position myself at her entrance and lean forward, breathing against her neck as I plunge inside her wetness. She tightens around my dick, her juices coating my sensitive skin, forcing me to suck in a deep breath. I am free once again. I can bury myself deep inside this woman and forget about everything. She is my high, feeding my addiction with each thrust.
Gripping her hair in my hands, I tilt her head back until our eyes meet. Desire and the same hunger I have scrolls across her face. She looks like a sweet girl, maybe innocent at one time, but she’s just as far gone as me. We both want this shameful fuck against a dirty bathroom wall. I want it now more than ever.
Someone knocks on the door, and I laugh to myself as I pump into her harder and faster. They could break down the door down, and I wouldn’t bother to stop—not until I bust a nut. Covering her mouth with my hand, I stifle her moans. She’s so damn loud there’s no hiding our bathroom quickie. Her teeth graze my skin, this one apparently a biter. I guess it was for the best that I chose to fuck her from behind. Otherwise, I’d probably have her claw marks down my arms and back.
And, now it’s my turn to reach the point of ecstasy. I come so fucking hard, clutching her hips as I find my release. But it will only last for so long. This was a means to an end, a temporary fix to get me through the rest of the day. After I pull out of her, she spins around with her back against the wall, trying to catch her breath. With her pussy on display, I get the idea to have her once more. But the person who had banged on the door earlier is back again, and this time angrier than before because they’re yelling obscenities through it.
We didn’t even try to hide what we were doing in here. My mystery date moaned so loud I’d be wiling to bet the barista heard her in the front of the store. The sounds she made could’ve given every man in the coffee shop a boner. This girl is a real porn star when it comes to the over-the-top orgasm. Not that I mind. Most men like to know when they do a good job, and the noises erupting from her body, as if possessed by the devil, were only a testament to how good I had given it to her.
“Same time tomorrow,” she says, giving me those bedroom eyes once more.
For a second, I think about saying no. But when an orgasm calls, you need to answer it. It’s not like I don’t know ahead of time that the same need will come back. And after hours of listening to married couples bicker, and men with broken dicks complain how they can’t get it up, I will be desperate to slip away from the office to have meaningless sex with a beautiful stranger.
She’s defying my no repeat rule. I must be losing my edge. Ignoring the angel on my shoulder, telling me to stop, I go with the devil because that part of me needs this to happen again. It’s better than jerking off behind the desk at my office to whatever porn pops up in my queue for the day. Not that I won’t be surfing my favorite sites later to quench the need.
I nod. “Yeah, same time tomorrow.”
She pulls her dress back over her hips and runs her hands down the front to smooth out the wrinkles. Her cheeks are red and blotchy, the blonde strands that were once perfectly in place now tucked behind her ears. I step into the bathroom stall to flush the condom and clean up before tucking myself back into my pants.
I feel so cheap. But I don’t let the thought linger longer than necessary. Every day I scald myself, knowing that there is something wrong with me. I have a deep seeded problem that if it were a patient coming to me for help, I could address the issue. But my behavior started long ago, right after I had graduated from college. Sadly, I stopped caring back then, because now my needs come first.
We meet at the sinks, staring at each other for a second through the mirror as we wash our hands. This feels like a business transaction, no different from when I call a service on the phone, and they send someone over as if I had ordered a pizza. It’s nice when you have your pick of pussy, sort of like going to a buffet except you only get what you pay for and not every shit thing they have on the menu.
After I unlatch the door and open it a crack, a woman on the other end barrels into it, almost knocking me on my ass.
“You people are disgusting,” she hisses, stepping into the bathroom and slams the door. Her gaze travels from my booty call to me with her teeth clenched in anger. “I have been waiting outside the entire time, ready to pee myself.”
She points her finger at me, a chunk of blonde hair falling in front of her blue eyes, and that’s when I realize I know her. Before she can get out another word, she stops herself, confused. I never thought I would see her again. After years of waiting for Chloe Fox to return, she finds me at my lowest point, in a moment of weakness, and of all places, inside the bathroom at Broad Street Beans. On the campus where we first met.
My stomach tightens along with the rest of my insides, tugging at my heart. “Chloe,” I whisper, still in disbelief that she’s here.
She throws her hands
on her hips, scanning my face. “Jackson. I…You look so different so…”
I’m not the nerd she once knew. I grew out of that phase a long time ago. She seems surprised by my transformation. What must be even more shocking is that I stayed in the city after she bailed, hoping to see her again. I never thought that day would be almost five years later after a cheap hookup.
We stand there, a beat passing between us before my sex date clears her throat. “Do you two know each other?”
“Yes,” Chloe says, her tone firm and sharp. “We…”
She doesn’t finish the thought. You could say we knew each other once and that our friendship was more than what it looked like from the outside. But we never had the chance to scratch the surface before she left without explanation, completely vanishing without a trace. For years, I had wondered if she was still alive until I found out she was engaged to a fancy lawyer, the asshole she had run off with.
“You should go,” I tell the girl I just fucked, except Chloe is the one who answers.
“No, I think you both should go. This is the woman’s restroom not some flop house for you to bring your dates for an afternoon delight.”
I laugh even though sharing the same space as Chloe hurts. It’s how I hide the pain. My God, I missed her.
“I’ll see you later, Jackson,” mystery girl says, placing emphasis on my name.
I never tell booty calls my name unless required. After all, I have a reputation to protect and patients who value my opinion. What would they think if they found out the doctor who dishes out advice about their love lives can’t keep his dick in his pants for more than a few hours? I’d probably go from being The Sex Doctor to unemployed in a heartbeat.
Dismissing the girl with the wave of my hand, my focus remains on Chloe, the girl who had broken my heart. The reason I have been such a dick for the past five years. Now, she’s here, staring me down and shooting daggers in my direction, as if she wants to murder me. And, all I want to do is grab her face in my hands and kiss her until we run out of air, despite all the pain she has caused me.
Chapter Five
Chloe
Seeing my oldest friend after all these years has me giddy on the inside. Olivia is waiting for me at the table in the front of Broad Street Beans, right next to the window, making me feel like a kid again. I was only eighteen when I started school at Strickland University. Olivia was in her second year of law school when we met on campus. She took me under her wing, helped me figure out what I wanted to do with my life. Too bad I didn’t take her advice in the end.
Olivia flips her golden locks over her shoulder and smiles as she gets up from the chair. Her arms wrap around me, smothering me in her warmth. I know things have been hard for her since she represented the Wissinoming Park Rapist a few months ago, prompting her switch to teaching Law and Ethics instead of trial litigation. But it still feels weird to see her back on this campus and as a professor.
“I missed you so much,” Olivia says into my ear, the scent of her sweet perfume filling my nostrils.
She smells of home and candy apple, reminding me of everything I had taken for granted. And why did I give all of this up? I have nothing to show for leaving my family and friends behind. I was lucky to walk away with the clothes in my closet and the Mercedes SUV Mike bought me two years ago for Christmas. He was a dream come true, my night in shining armor until he revealed his true colors.
“I missed you, too,” I say, wiping the corner of my eye. “You look beautiful.”
Overcome with emotion, I push down the tears welling in my bottom lids, threatening to break free. I waited far too long for this happy reunion. With Olivia busy with school and then working for the Public Defender’s office, we barely had any time to see each other.
“Thanks. How are you doing? Hanging in there, I hope.” Holding me at an arm’s-length, she studies my face, concerned. “You don’t look so hot. Are you sleeping? Eating?”
“Yes, I’m eating. Maybe not as much as I should be. And no, I’m not sleeping. Only a few hours each night, if I am lucky to get that much. This situation is not easy for me.”
She clutches my arm as I take a seat in the chair across from hers. Then, she takes my purse from my shoulder and hooks it over the chair back. Olivia has always been somewhat motherly when it comes to me, given our age difference.
Picking up the mug in front of her, she raises it to her lips, staring at me with wide blue eyes. I hate seeing the worried look on everyone’s face. It was a breakup, not the end of the world. I will not die because Mike cheated on me—not unless I decide to go apeshit with the pills and vodka again.
“Are you depressed? Your mom told me about the sleeping pills. I’m worried about you, Chloe. I know your mom is too.”
I let out a loud sigh. “I can’t believe my mom told you.”
She sets the mug down on the table and purses her lips. “I wish I had heard it from you first, but your mom was worried about you. She thinks I can talk some sense into you.”
My eyes travel around the crowded café first before meeting her gaze. I’m too ashamed of what happened to stare directly into her eyes and tell her the truth. Was I trying to kill myself? I don’t think so. But I have no idea what I was thinking at the time other than making the heartache stop. And so I did.
“I’ll be okay. You should know that by now. This was a setback, a deviation in my plans, but it’s not like I’m forty and starting over. I’m only twenty-five. I have plenty of time to find someone else and settle down. Right now, all I want to focus on is being single and sorting out my shit, if that makes sense.”
“Yes. That makes perfect sense. I’m glad to hear that you’re adjusting so well. Please tell me you stopped with the pills.”
I nod my head, irritated. My mother gave me the same grand inquisition about it last night, which was part of the reason I dozed off in the middle of our conversation, only to break free later for bed.
“I took almost all of them in one shot, so yeah, I’m done with the sleeping pills unless I feel the need to go out and buy more.”
She stretches her hand across the table, seeking mine. I place my palm in hers, and Olivia squeezes tight. “Please don’t do that. You’re strong, always have been. Mike is an asshole who is not worth sacrificing your life over.”
“I wasn’t trying to kill myself, so can we get that off the table right now? I am fine. Even if I’m not one hundred percent okay at the moment, I will be in a month from now. I just need time to adapt to my new life and leave Mike and my old world behind.” My tone has a bit of anger behind it that almost surprises me. But I am getting tired of this conversation, regardless of who initiates it.
“Okay.” She motions toward the drink in front of me. “I got you a caramel macchiato for old times sake. I hope you still like them.”
“Some things never change,” I tell her, “and my coffee is one of them.” I sip from the mug, sucking down the sweet liquid.
We met in a rather funny way. Olivia was waiting for the barista to make her drink, and I had just sipped from mine, only to discover they had given me Olivia’s latte. She was having an awful day and stressed out to the max. Not giving a shit that a stranger had drank from her coffee cup, she ripped it out of my hand and walked out the door, as if that were a reasonable thing to do. Later in the day, she spotted me on campus and apologized for being a raging bitch. Law school had an insane effect on her personality with pregnant woman mood swings to match.
Ever since that day in the Quad when she flagged me down, drawing the attention of all the boys within eyeshot, we have been best friends. I was awkward and weird my first year of college. Olivia made me feel less strange when I needed someone most. I wish I could have been here a few months ago when she needed me. Defending a rapist who was guilty of the crimes didn’t sit well with her, especially after she got him off the hook. I don’t blame her. While that was a win for Olivia, it was not a victory for the citizens of Philadelphia. In that case, ju
stice was not done.
“How’s your new job?” I ask between sips of the macchiato.
She shrugs. “It’s not a bad gig. The hours are decent, I don’t have to sit up all night and read through case law anymore, and I don’t have to deal with the courtroom and everything that comes along with it. I am…free.” Olivia seems so relieved and more relaxed since the last time I had seen her. “But I have a slight problem.”
“Oh,” I say, leaning on the table with the mug still in my hands. “The student?” It’s a question, not a statement. I am dying to know more about the dirty talker I heard on the phone last night.
“Shh!” She holds her index finger up to her lips, checking the space around us, paranoid that someone will overhear.
I didn't think when I blurted that out. After all, we’re in the campus coffee shop with a ton of students layered around us. Following her lead, I scan the tables around us and lower my voice. “So, tell me about him. Just because my love life sucks doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear about yours.”
“I have no idea what’s going on between us. It’s forbidden, you know. We’re not supposed to be together.”
“I was there once. Remember?”
Before I met Mike, I had a massive crush on my student professor. We were friends, kissed a few times, but nothing ever amounted from it. Jackson was too scared we would get caught and that he would jeopardize his career over me. I ran away not long after that.
“Yes, I remember,” she says, letting out the deep breath she was holding. “I can see why Jackson didn’t give in to you because let me tell you this is hard. We met before I even knew Mark was my student and now…” She doesn’t finish her sentence, biting down on her bottom lip, anxious.
“Are you going to end it?”
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