by Holt, Leah
Straining my neck to look up, her body took shape. My eyes followed her legs up to the diamond cutout where her thighs crossed each other.
The tight jeans hugged her hips, dipping in over her curves. A thin space of flesh peeked out between her pants and the second skin she wore as a shirt. Tight and snug against her tits, the neck scooped down, her breasts pushing out over the trim.
Lengthening her leg, she swooped in closer. And that's when her face came into view, it was her, the woman who was plastered in my mind.
Her soft skin held a yellow glow from the bulb in the lamp, cheeks tinted with a slight pink. As she brought her face lower, I was struck by how broad her lashes were, spanning the entire length of her lids.
“I... Well...” The words wouldn't flow from my head to my mouth. Between the surging pain in my brain and the stunning woman beside me, I was a jumbled mess. There was no recollection yet of what happened, why I was there, or who she was.
Nothing was forming in my mind, I was still a blank canvas. Stumbling on my tongue, I tried to sit up.
“Shh, don't hurt yourself more trying to talk. You took one hell of a blow to the skull.” Her long fingers reached for the ice pack, lifting it to my head.
“What happened? How long was I out?” Cringing to the cold touch, I raised my hand to my head. My hair was damp, an enormous mound of flesh was protruding off the base of my neck. Pulling my fingers away, I looked down and saw red.
Blood, I was fucking bleeding. What had I gotten myself into?
“Well, you took a pipe to the head. This jerk-off named Red, he cracked it over you right before you could knock out his other friend.”
“What? Why? Why would I do that? I remembered having a few drinks at the bar, but fuck, after that there's nothing.” Arching a brow, I looked up at the soft faced woman. She looked sympathetic and grateful all that the same time.
Her eyes dipped in, brows lowering into the bridge of her nose. Her glossy plump lips pulled back in a thin smile. The beautiful woman was holding her hands against her thighs, rapidly tapping her fingers.
But who was she? Why was I here with her swelling in the brain, and having a moment of amnesia?
And fighting? While I'm not innocent in the world of throwing fists, I hadn't been in a brawl for a long time. I couldn't, it wasn't allowed. If I got caught, or arrested... My entire career could be at risk.
So what would drive me to completely dismiss that?
“For me.” Her eyes fell to the floor, shifting between the rug and the small thing I think was her dog. It was hard to tell, the furry bundle laying at her feet was no bigger than a damn softball.
“And you are?” I asked, reaching for the stack of white gauze to wipe my fingers off. The small critter jumped onto its feet, barking, and nipping at my wrist. Yup, that's a dog.
“Mr. T, quiet.” Picking up the dog, she held him to her chest. “Sorry, hold on, I'll put him in my room.” Walking away briefly, she was gone for only a second. The muffled sound of the tiny animal yipping behind a door barely made its way through the wood. “Sorry about him, he's a little protective of me.”
“Yeah, I can tell. It's a good thing you have such a big, vicious dog to keep you safe.” Chuckling under my breath, I pressed up further on the couch. “And his name is Mr. T?”
“Careful, don't sit up too fast.” Throwing her hands out, she pressed them into my shoulders. “You might have a concussion, Red hit you pretty hard.” Stepping to the table, she sat on the glass top, folding her hands together in her lap. “You probably could use a stitch or two, but I cleaned you up the best I could. And I used those butterfly stitches to close up the wound.”
“Thank you, I'm sure it's fine.”
“Don't thank me, it's the least I could do. Shit, I should be thanking you, you saved my ass.”
“I hate to ask this again, especially if I should know your name. But you are?”
Had we met before? There was a familiar feel to this woman, something I couldn't pin exactly. But it was there, resting in my chest like lead.
Was it just as simple as we passed each other in a store? Had we brushed shoulders while walking in opposite directions?
I couldn't fit her face into a memory, but it was there.
“Oh, sorry. I'm Avni, and no, you didn't know my name. You don't know me at all actually, but you gave those guys something to think about. So thank you.”
Rubbing my temples, I tried to force my memory back into my brain. I didn't like this feeling, not knowing what the fuck I had just done. I should have known better than to drink Jack; we don't mesh well at all.
A few sips of a single glass and I'm happy as a pig in shit, hit a few tall glasses, and I'm a raging testosterone-fueled bull. But it was a night of celebration, I was home.
And I was glad to be home.
Normally when that call came for deployment, I was always ready. A soldier for life, that's who I was; serve our country, give every American what they deserve.
Their freedom.
I had just come home after serving six months over seas. A long vacation would be great, but it didn't matter. If my sergeant called me tomorrow I'd be back on that plane, ready to do what was needed.
It was easy for me, not going to war, but fighting for what's right. War was never easy; fuck what I've seen, what I've been through...
What I've done.
The question I've been trying to answer for myself; the one I hoped would never nail itself into my chest... Was it worth the price?
I joined the Army by choice, and that choice is what drove me to keep going. I felt lucky to even have the option to choose. There are people out there in the world who never had that, they never had a voice of their own.
I wish I could hold onto that thought. It's hard to hold onto one image when you've tainted your own and dirtied your hands.
“Avni, that's different. Pretty, but different.”
“Yeah, well my parents were hippies, so, you know.” Cracking a light giggle, she motioned holding a joint and taking a hit. “What's your name?”
“Levi, and I guess it's possible my parents named me after the jeans, but I never asked.” My lip tugged to my ear, shoulders raising in mock uncertainty.
As we sat there laughing, images and memories of the night flooded my brain. Rubbing my forehead, I closed my eyes tight. “You alright?” Avni asked, her fingers pinching my arm lightly.
That single touch filled my entire body with chills, the buzzing starting in my toes and hitting my gut instantly.
What the hell? Shaking my head, I forced the unexpected feeling away.
“Yeah, I'm fine. The night is finally trampling through my mind. I remember now, you... The guys by the truck.” Letting my head fall back on the pillow, forearm draping over my hair, I said, “The fuckface who had you pinned there like a trapped animal.” Gritting my teeth, they ground hard together.
“Yeah, that...” Her words trailed off, head tipping towards the ceiling. “I really appreciate the help.” Avni's fingers spun wildly together, wrapping into a knot.
“What was that all about anyway? Did you know those guys?” Wrinkles rode up across my skin hitting the hair line, brows arching high.
Avni's lips pursed tight, jetting to the side. “Yes and no, kinda— It's—” Taking a deep breath, her shoulders slumped forward. “Don't worry about it, just thank you for helping me.”
“I took a pipe to the head, you could at least give me a little understanding as to why.”
“And I dragged you back here, which wasn't easy mind you,” she said, snapping a finger in the air. “And I fixed you up, I think we can call it even.”
A light laugh hit my chest, picturing this small framed woman trying to drag me, unconscious, back to her place. I wondered how much worse the lump on my head had gotten from being bounced across the hard pavement.
“You want to call it even? Usually if a girl drags me back to her place I get laid, or at least a blowjob.” A thin smi
le spread across my face, eyes veering down my nose. “Then I might see this as even.”
“Ha!” She laughed out loud, mouth holding open as her neck tilted back. “I could have just ran off like the assholes who had me cornered. But I didn't, instead I did what I thought was right, and got you back here.”
Holding my arms up, palms facing out, I said, “I was out cold, you didn't give me an option. But... I do know a little pussy goes a long way. It could help me feel so much better, maybe kick this headache right out.” Opening my eyes wide, my lips folded to pout.
“Yeah, probably not. But nice try, I'll give you that.” Nudging my shoulder, she smiled big.
This woman was gorgeous, and if she had said, 'Sure I'll fuck you,' I wouldn't have second guessed her decision. The only thing keeping my head from imploding inside my skull was the idea of fucking her.
Just the thought of having her, tasting her, making her cream all over my cock, was enough to keep my nerves from shocking the shit out of my brain and turning it black.
“Well the offer stands anytime, Princess. I'll be here all night.”
“Oh really, you plan on crashing on my couch? I don't remember saying you could.”
“You don't want to send me outside with a concussion, and feeble legs do you? What if I lose balance and stumble into the street? Hmm? How would you feel then?” Winking, I scooted down on the cushion, resting my hands over my chest.
“Don't try and pull the guilt trip on me, it won't work.” Avni wagged her finger like a scolding mother. “But yes, I wasn't going to let you leave until I knew you were alright.” Standing, she grabbed the first aid items off the table. “Bathroom is right there.” Pointing to the only door by the kitchen, she started to head back in the direction she appeared from. “It's late, I'm going to throw on some jams and I'll check on you in a little bit. Help yourself to the fridge, and don't stand up too fast. I don't need you cracking your head on something else.”
“Yes, Ma'am.” My tone was stern, a solider following orders.
Shaking her head side to side, she stepped out of view. And I was left alone with a semi, and images of her with her legs spread open flashing in my eyes; a dripping pussy between her thighs, body arching and aching to feel me deep inside.
I'm going to make her mine. I need to, she's too beautiful to walk away from. I knew I couldn't leave here without tasting her at least once. Avni was a walking wet dream I wanted to turn into reality.
I just had to work her a little, grease the engine if you will, and she'd be begging me to fuck her. My cock was firming beneath my pants, growing with each dirty thought that crossed my mind.
Resting my head against the soft pillow, my lids started to pull down. Sleep was taking hold, my tired body falling into its grasp. Closing my eyes, I let my fleeting body succumb to the blackness.
And I was out before I even had time to think about it.
I didn't know exactly how long I'd slept for; an hour, longer maybe. But the moist caress of a tiny dog's tongue dragging across my chin, followed by the not so deniable nastiness of dog breath, woke me up.
Opening one eye, the little tea cup chihuahua was standing on my chest. His ironically long pink tongue hung from the corner of his mouth, eyes larger than his head were set on my face. “Morning to you too, little man.” Stretching my arms up over my head, I scratched the top of Mr. T's head.
A big name for such a small dog, I literally could hide him in the palm of my hand. Pushing his feet up into my neck, he laid across my ribs, enjoying the massage my massive hands were giving his tiny skull.
“Good morning, I see you made a friend.” Avni's sweet voice hit my ears, perking me up instantly.
“Yeah, it seems that way. You know his name doesn't really fit him, shouldn't you have named him something more his size? Like Peanut, or Pipsqueak?” Shifting his ears up, the dog cocked his head. As if he understood what I just said, questioning his big muscled name.
“Careful, don't offend him. Though he be but little, he is fierce.”
“Shakespeare, very nice. Except it's she, not he.” I watched her eyes enlarge, surprised I even knew who she was quoting. I've done my fair share of reading, sometimes I have a lot of time on my hands.
There are a lot of lonely nights when you're on active duty and an entire sea away from your friends and family.
“Yeah, but for him it still counts.” Her lip curled up, a slight twinkle sparked in her eye. “How are you feeling this morning? Any better?”
Rubbing the crust from my eyes, I was finally able to see her. Avni was standing in the kitchen, and her 'jams' she mentioned the night before, consisted of barely enough material to pass as clothing.
She had on a tight pink, spaghetti strap tank-top and a pair of black runners shorts. The shiny silk fabric covered just her ass cheeks, and the small slits up the sides practically hit her at the elastic band. There was plenty of thigh for me to eat with my eyes, and in my mind, for my tongue to ride up.
Her nipples were hard, poking through the shirt. Each breast rested like a perfect hidden raindrop against her chest. If I didn't already have a strong case of morning wood, she would've sent the blood straight there anyway.
“Do I feel better?” Licking my bottom lip, my eyes looked her body up and down. “I do now.” Biting down, a devious smile spread over my cheeks.
Her brows lifted, hand falling to her hip. “Want breakfast?” Avni's voice fell flat, ignoring my not so subtle, sexually driven statement.
“Yeah, I could eat.” Moving her dog from my chest, I let my legs hit the floor. Gripping the edge of the couch I stood up, a full boner was pressed against my zipper. And I didn't care, I wanted her to look. There was a whole lot of cock here, a thick dick that was going to make her body buzz once she opened herself to me.
Avni's eyes shot to my waist, growing against her face. I couldn't stop myself from grinning as a soft chuckle hit my throat. Throwing her hand to her temple, she twisted towards the counter. “You, uh, you—”
Cutting her off, I said, “Have a hard-on? I sure do.” Walking to the bathroom door, I flicked the light on. “Yup, I'm definitely feeling better.”
“How can you be so relaxed about it? Aren't you embarrassed?” She stood facing away, talking to the fridge.
“Embarrassed of my cock? Hell no.” Closing the door only part way, I popped the button on my pants. Yanking my dick from inside, I took the longest piss of my life.
“You could have closed the door, I am right here you know.”
“You want to come help? I can always use an extra hand.” Stepping to the sink, I turned the faucet on, splashing my face with warm water. It felt good, refreshing to my skin. What I really wanted was a long shower, I could feel the stale sweat of fighting coating my body.
“No, I think you're a big boy. I'm sure you can handle that yourself.” The creaking of a cupboard door echoed over the tile walls surrounding me. “You know, if I had known you were such a pervert, I would have left you in the street.”
Poking my head out the door, I wiped my face with a blue towel. “No you wouldn't have,” I said, grinning ear to ear.
“How do you know? You don't know me, maybe I'm a cold, calculated bitch.” Avni's hip kicked out to the side, fingers curling over the counter.
Squinting my eyes, my mouth arched down. “Nope, don't think so. It's too late, you already helped me.” Looking down at my shirt, bloody smears were streaking the front of my chest. “Fuck, I liked this shirt.”
Reaching my arms over my head, I gripped the collar, peeling the tainted fabric away. Cocking my head up, Avni stood frozen. Her face was set on the muscles bulging around my neck, eyes lowering to my chest, and down over my stomach.
She likes what she sees. Go ahead, baby, keep resisting. I have to be honest, the chase was always the best part. I liked a girl who wasn't so easy and made me work for it. The end result was always more satisfying.
“Maybe we should go grab something, we could hit T
he Bagel Factory, and then I'll bring you home.” Her legs had sealed shut, thighs clenching together as if to keep me at bay.
Or maybe to keep herself at bay.
I could tell she was trying desperately to keep a leveled head, trying to not let herself get heated over what she was seeing. My hard cock— yes it was still hard— and my body penciled with bright colors of art.
Tattoos, getting them and displaying them, that was my second favorite thing to do in my spare time. The first was fucking, nothing beat that. And with my current lack of pussy due to being away, the dick in my pants was having a serious case of hardness with her around.
“Alright, but you're sure you want to take me home?” Palming the erection in my jeans, I rested against the door frame. “Because I don't have to leave just yet.”
“No, no. Really, I think we should get you home.” Her chest jerked up, ribs expanding to inhale a large breath of air. Avni's fingers trailed softly over her collar bone, riding down her side. She wanted me too, I could feel it.
But I was willing to play her game for a little while, it was fun. I liked watching her reactions; the jitters that coated her flesh when she looked at me, the soft shiver that hit her when I shifted my dick.
It was a rush, the adrenaline flowed when I could visibly see the heat radiating off Avni, and her trying to calm that growing desire.
Tugging the phone from my back pocket, I said, “Alright, but let me get your number. I'd like to take you out, maybe dinner?”
Her shoulders pulled back, chin tilting up. “Really? Dinner?”
Why does she sound so surprised? Her tone floated out with such confusion, as if I was just some asshole who only wanted sex.
Now, of course, sex was on my mind, but there was something else about her. Avni had a strong personality, and she was obviously a caring person. Otherwise, she would have just left me there last night, but she didn't.
She felt obligated to help me, returning the favor of a good deed. But there was more to this pretty faced woman than just a slamming body.
