The place looked brand new. Like someone had come in and cleaned it up from floor to ceiling. It was nice. Beyond nice.
"Hi, Sir. Table for one?" A young guy at the hostess stand gave me a warm smile.
"No. Meeting someone named Tazzy." I stared at him instead of looking around.
"Do you want to mosey around and see if you see her?"
"Nope. Blind date thanks to my meddling mother." I turned my attention up toward the bar. The girl working the counter had her back to me, but the long brown braid that touched the top of her ass caught my attention. I loved a woman who kept her hair up for the world and let it down for me. Laila always had short hair, but I begged her into long hair a few times much to my pleasure and her pain.
The girl had narrow shoulders and a tiny waist, but the swell of her hips was fucking hot.
"I'll find the girl. Thanks." I waved the young guy off and walked toward the bar. I wanted a good look at the bartender. No fucking way she was Bailey, but I could have a few well-hidden fantasies. My eyes moved down to the swell of the girl’s ass in her tight black slacks, and I stifled a groan. Those hips and thighs, a big ass and long hair. Fuck me. She started to turn toward the bar, and I cut off to the left. No need to get myself into trouble with some random woman I wanted to see naked and nothing more.
My cock grew thick and hard in my jeans, which was fucked up. I made a beeline to the bathroom and walked in as someone called out my name. Tazzy most likely. I ignored her and closed the door behind me in the stall.
"Chill the fuck out." Pressing my hand to the front of my jeans, I wrapped my fingers around my erection and tried to catch my breath. It was a good-looking woman from behind. No biggie. She probably looked like a man from the front. Yeah. A lumberjack with a beard and shit. For sure. Hairy armpits and a bushy mound and...
"There." I breathed in deeply as my arousal faded into oblivion. The last thing I wanted to do was to admit to myself that I was a little turned on at the thought of the girl being Rhys's little sister all grown up. She had no clue, but I remembered the way she looked at me when I'd gone home from college with Rhys for his folk's fortieth wedding anniversary. I was twenty-two and she was sixteen. No fucking way I'd get near her, but I could almost sense the desire rolling off her.
Hormones. It had been puberty for sure. Girls didn't hit puberty until sixteen or seventeen. Right?
I ran my fingers through my hair and forced myself into a calmer demeanor. Just because Rhys's little sister was somewhere in the restaurant and she had the hots for me years ago didn't mean shit.
I was damaged goods. Not my sister like she often teased about. I was torn and broken and fucked up beyond repair. Hell, I didn't want to be repaired.
"Let it go. Idiot." I splashed water on my face and patted myself dry with a paper towel. I studied myself in the mirror and growled. I was getting older, and uglier. The hard days and nights of fighting fires were wearing on me. I had laugh lines and forehead lines and lines on the side of my eyes. "Stupid."
I was caught by surprise as I walked out of the bathroom and almost ran over a small, frail looking girl with wild red hair and big blue eyes.
"Jeremy?" She smiled, and rows of braces smiled back at me.
No, the fuck my mother didn't set me up with a high school junior.
"Um. Tazzy?" I forced a smile.
"Wow. You are so good looking. I knew you were a firefighter and stuff, but dayum." She lifted her hands in the air and danced a little like an old-time rapper. This shit wasn't happening. Surely I was going to wake up any fucking minute in a pool of my sweat.
"Thanks." I glanced around as my pulse spiked. This young pre-pubescent girl was supposed to be my date? Holy shit.
"Hey. I'm twenty-eight. I just never developed really well." She smiled and snorted.
My eyes widened. "Hey look. I hate to do this, but I just went into the bathroom and checked my shit, and my herpes are all flared up. It's really ugly down there. And the shit itches."
She gave me an odd look and glanced down to my dick and back up to me. "Wow. You sure? Do you need some cream or something?"
"I need a rain check." I shrugged and tried to look much nicer than I was. "That okay? Tazzy-girl?"
"Oh yeah. Sure." She gave me a sweet smile. "Let's do this weekend if you're feeling better. Maybe we can have dinner at my place." Another cheesy ass smile. "I can rub some cream on you if you need me to."
"Sounds like heaven." I winked, turned and walked into the bathroom in horror. My sister was going to have a fucking field day with that one. "You've got to be kidding me. How do I keep getting pulled into these ridiculous situations?"
I gave myself a few more minutes to make sure Tazzy was good and gone before going out. She was nowhere in sight as I walked out of the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief.
"Herpes? Really?" The pretty girl from the bar walked by, her voice soft and sexy.
"Hey. I had to make it about me. Come on." I turned and followed her. My eyes moved down to that fine ass again, and I could almost picture myself on my knees, my face pressed to it, my tongue fucking her as deep and as fast as she'd let me. "She would have thought it was about her."
"She knows it's about her." The girl turned the corner and walked into the back of the bar before turning to face me.
Her dark hair was pulled back in the sexy-ass braid, but little pieces of it flew out from around her beautiful face. It took me a minute to remember how to fucking talk. Her nose was cute as a button, her lips soft looking and a muted pink. The wisdom and playfulness in her light green eyes left my dick swelling again. Little freckles danced across her nose, and her cheeks were pink like her lips.
"God damn, woman." I pressed my hands to the bar and leaned in a little, still miles away from where I wanted to be. Her tits were perky and big enough to fill up my hands, which was all I needed. She had me wishing for far more than I should have been wishing for. It had been forever since I'd felt anything that powerful, that intoxicating. "You are so incredibly fine. Please tell me you're married."
"Try it on someone else, Jeremy. It's not happening here, buddy." She smiled, and realization washed over me. "No ring. I'm not interested."
"Bailey?" I dropped down in the seat next to me as my cock poked me in the stomach. I shifted uncomfortably and tried to keep my attention on her face. She wasn't a little girl anymore, and fuck me if she wasn't the best looking woman in all of New Hampshire. "Rhys told me you'd come up this way."
"Yeah?" She reached for a rag and wiped down the bar. "I wanted to start a new life, you know... one where my family wasn't at the very center of it."
"You have a great family." I wanted to get up and hug her, to pull her against me for so many reasons. Just seeing her and knowing who she was softened me. Rhys was my best friend, and outside of my little boy, he was all I had left to remember Laila by. The memories the three of us had together got me through some of the toughest shit imaginable, and yet, Bailey felt the same to me. Like having my wife and my best friend right in front of me.
"Hey. You okay?" Her voice softened as she walked around the counter to stand next to me.
My knuckles were white as I gripped the bar, and my breathing was all over the fucking place. I nodded. "Yeah. Sorry. Just so many memories of your brother and my wife."
"I'm so sorry for your loss, Jer." She reached out and squeezed my shoulder tightly. "I heard you have a little guy."
"I do." I pulled myself together fast and stood. "My mother keeps setting me up on these fucking dates."
She laughed, and the room brightened a little. "I don't have that problem. Just an overprotective brother that wouldn't let me date even if I wanted to."
"So no boyfriend, hm?" I slipped my hands into my pockets and studied her. I wanted to see that same desire she'd had as a girl when she looked at me, but it wasn't there. Not that I could tell.
"No." She smiled and walked back around the bar. "Well, I gotta get back to work, and from what I
can tell," She paused and looked around, "the coast is clear for you."
I laughed and stood there for a second more. "It's good to see you, Bailey. You look real good. All grown up."
"That happens when you blink a few times." She winked at me and turned her back to me. "See you around."
"Yeah. You will." I turned and walked to the front door of the restaurant. What a strange turn of events.
It wasn't her that had lust in her eyes when she looked at me.
It was me this time, looking at her.
6
Bailey
"So beautiful, Bailey." Jeremy's voice was commanding but loving.
I glanced over my shoulder as I rode him reverse cowgirl. In my dreams, I didn't have to worry what the fuck to do. It all worked out somehow.
"You like that?" I gripped his thick thighs and slid down his shaft, taking him back inside of me. Pleasure pulsed in my stomach as I rocked back and forth slowly.
"Bend over a little more, baby girl. Let me see how well you take this dick."
I moaned and pressed my forearms to the bed between his legs. Lifting up, I stroked him with my body, taking my time, enjoying the pressure. His strong hands gripped my ass tightly as he massaged me.
"It's almost too much," I panted against my fist as I closed my eyes. Everything about him turned me on. His body was exactly the type that had me wet with nothing more than a quick glance. Strong muscles lined his lithe frame covered in tight tanned skin. The dark hair that dusted his chest and ran down to encircle his package was beautiful. He was model material, and yet I knew him when he wasn't.
"It's not too much." He patted my ass and repositioned himself to move up behind me.
I shifted and glanced back. "You look so good."
His smile said he already knew how good he looked. "Yeah? Like what you see, hmm?"
"Tease." I turned back around and pressed down on his dick, impaling myself on the thick bastard. A moan started that quickly turned into a scream as he gripped my hips and thrust hard. Whatever spot deep inside of me he was beating against, I wanted more of it. A lot more. "Don't stop."
He leaned over the top of me and cupped my breast with one hand while pressing his fist into the bed beneath us with the other. "No worries there, Bailey. I'm not going to stop until you beg me to. You're going to come all over me, and then you're going to take this big dick... nice and hard, angel."
"Please?" I whimpered and gripped the sheets as the world blew apart all around me. Every inch of my skin was covered in goosebumps as I released myself to the intensity of pleasure he forced upon me.
"Shit." I sat up in bed, my body shaking, my panties ruined. "No way. Really? I haven't seen him in years and-"
And I was dreaming of what he might look like and had been for the last ten years. Why he was my favorite wet dream was no mystery at all. The man was a god. I wanted him in my bed more than I wanted anything else in the world, but we were friends. Sort of.
He was Rhys's best friend. That had to count for something. I could get my hormones under control and get over this mild obsession.
"Okay, major obsession." I reached over and grabbed my phone to check the time. Seven a.m. Not the optimal time to get up on a Friday, but it would give me a chance to work out before heading into work.
I sat up on the edge of the bed as my body ached for the remnants of my dream. Would I see him again? Would he come back into the restaurant now that he knew I was there?
No. I was being an idiot. He was still in love with Laila, and no one would ever compare to her. I wasn't going to try to. It was unfair for all of us involved, and where some random-ass woman might steel him away from Laila's memory in the future, it wasn't going to be me.
We'd known each other most of our lives. I was Rhys's little sister. Nothing more.
"What? Seriously?" Ellen leaned against my counter later that night after work. "You didn't tell me you had a hottie firefighter from your past."
"He was in the Air Force for the first four years after high school." I smiled and went back to cutting carrots for our salad. I was beyond tired, but Ellen had to come over for our Friday late night dinner. It was getting to be a tradition even though we'd only started it a few months before.
It was nice to have a friend. One friend.
"Why did he get out of the service?" She moved over to the stove and dumped a handful of raw chicken into a hot skillet.
"He was on a diving trip, and something got in his eye. He didn't realize that it was a jellyfish tentacle until it had damaged his vision a little." I tossed the salad and turned to face my Friday night date. "What?"
"Is he... blind?"
"So what if he is?" I popped a cherry tomato in my mouth.
"Does he wear a patch?"
I laughed. "He's not a pirate, Ellen."
She snorted. "Why is it hot that he might look like a pirate?"
"Because you're a very sick woman. You need help. Obviously." I rolled my eyes and handed her a small bowl of salad. "He's beautiful."
"Like feminine?" She crinkled her nose. "I thought you like big strong guys."
"I do." I moved over to the fridge and got out a few different salad dressings. "He's huge. Much bigger than he was back in high school."
"Like muscles or a big dick, cause you know what they say..."
"That sugar is bad for you?" I smirked and handed her the sweetest dressing in my fridge.
"Ugh. Seriously?" She swatted my hand away. "Big muscles usually mean a little pecker."
"Pecker? Did you really just call it that?" I put the sweet dressing up and pulled out something more savory. "And just so we're clear, I didn't see his dick back then, and he certainly didn't whip it out at the restaurant the other night."
"Shame." She let out a huff.
"Agreed." I grabbed a fork and walked over to the kitchen table. After dropping down and squirting dressing all over my salad, I glanced up to find her watching me. "What are you thinking? I hate that look on your face."
"You should ask him out."
"He's half-blind."
"So what. He sounds dreamy."
"He wears a fucking eye patch." I was a horrible liar. I laughed the minute it came out of my mouth.
"He does not. You're so dumb." She walked over and sat down beside me. "Don't let me forget about the chicken."
"Fine." I poked at my salad. "Seriously though, I've had a crush on him forever, and then he just shows up at the fucking restaurant."
"What was he doing there?"
"He was on a date."
"Tell me more." She wagged her fork around and sang one of the tunes from the movie Grease. "Tell me more."
"You're single for a reason." I shook my head. "The girl he was on the date with had to have been in her early twenties."
"You're in your early twenties."
"Right, but she was like young-looking."
"Wait. Hold up." She lifted her hand in the air. "How old is this hottie?"
"He's in his early thirties. He's six or seven years older than me." I got up and walked into the kitchen to deal with the chicken. "He's honestly my prince charming."
"Does he know this?" Ellen turned and gave me a quirky smile.
"Of course not." I glanced over at her. "I'm his best friend's little sister."
"Okay. That's hot." She turned, got up and walked to the living room. "Keep talking. I'm just admiring your fucking awesome painting in here."
"His wife died a few years back, and he has a little boy that's probably around five now." I pulled the skillet off the stove and walked into the living room. "He's still very much in love with his wife, or so my brother says."
"So your brother still talks to the hottie?" She glanced over her shoulder and smiled. "Were they ever lovers?"
"What? No." I moved up beside her. "They were good friends. Best friends."
"And you were in love with him?" She glanced over at me.
"Still am." I shrugged. "But I'm not sure why. It'
s not like anything is going to ever come of it. Rhys, my brother, told me that Jeremy's mother is insanely strict and right up in the middle of his life. It's not like she would ever accept someone like me."
"Because why?" Ellen turned to face me and put her hands on her hips. "You're perfect. Like top of the charts perfect."
"Right." I glanced over at my painting. "A waitress that manages restaurants and spends her time dreaming of being a painter one day. I'm just an incredible catch for sure. No brains, barely any courage and a big ass to boot."
"Men love that ass." She shook her head and moved around. "And that painting is incredible. You're too down on yourself. It gets on my nerves."
"Up yours too." I studied the painting, seeing all of the things that were wrong with it instead of any of the things that were right. "Jeremy is the man I want in my life and my bed, but it's not going to happen."
"Why is that?"
"Because he sees me as a little sister, as a friend."
"He didn't hit on you the other night?"
I turned and walked back to the table, smiling at the memory of him pulling out his moves. "He did until he realized who I was."
"And then?" She sat back down and patted the table close to her. "Take off a load. Seriously."
"Then he went back to being sweet and kind."
"A man can't be sweet, kind and sex you up at the same time?"
"I don't know." I reached over and picked up the card from the guy at the art museum. "Maybe I should just give Edward a call. He seemed nice, and I don't know him at all. It would be a fresh start, you know?"
"Instead of overcoming years of yearning for someone and not getting them?"
"Exactly." I dropped the card. The very idea of having dinner with Edward left me cold, but it did seem like the right choice. Jeremy had too many ghosts that he carried around, and I wasn't going to be another one of them.
"New topic." Ellen took a bite of her salad and gave me a stern look. "When are we sharing your art with the world?"
I snorted. "Never."
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