by Jill Patten
Stepping back, I place both hands on his muscular chest, wishing it were skin on skin. “Well, I guess I better go inform my parents of our sleepover.” My mouth forms a mischievous grin as dirty thoughts dance through my head.
Blue smiles and bends down so his lips are close to my ear. “I’m not having sex with you while your parents are here, so get those naughty ideas out of your pretty little head. I have impressions to make. I’m not screwing up by making you scream out my name as your pussy clenches my dick so tight you make me come,” he says in a rough, low voice, and then takes a quick lick at my earlobe to tease me even more.
Intense heat sizzles my lady parts. I’m waiting for my panties to burst into flames. “You’re such a tease,” I say as I punch him in his bulging bicep. He acts as if I didn’t even touch him. I’m sure it’s because he’s too busy hunched over laughing his ass off. Meanwhile I’m standing with my arms crossed over my chest while my lips down south are pulsing in a pool of heat. “That’s okay, have your laugh. I’ll make sure you suffer the same consequences,” I say smugly.
He straightens up quickly and all laughter falls flat in the room. “I’m sorry,” he says in a monotone voice.
“No, you’re not. That didn’t sound heartfelt at all. You said it like a recording or a robot.”
He falls to his knees in front of me and puts his hands together in a praying gesture. “Please, Phoebe, forgive me?” he begs. “I’m so sorry for teasing you.” He wobbles closer to me on his knees until they’re touching my toes. Wrapping his arms around my legs, he snuggles his cheek against the apex of my thighs. “I promise to never lead you on again without following through,” he says, moving his face back and forth, making sure his nose grazes over the most sensitive spot on my body.
Looking down at him trying to decide if I should laugh at his goofiness or if I should be totally turned on, I take his head in my hands and turn it up to face me. “You’re not helping matters. Just because we’re within earshot of my parents doesn’t mean I don’t have a backup plan,” I say all too knowingly. “I may or may not have an old tree house I used to use as my hideout when I was younger.”
“Oh, so you have a secret fuck in a trunk you take all your boy toys to?” he asks, eyeing me warily.
Since my hands are already in his hair, I take a handful of the long hair on top and jerk it back, causing his butt chin to jut up. It feels good to take charge. And from one blondish arched eyebrow and a sly smile, I’m guessing he likes it too. “No, I’m not that type of girl, thank you very much. Boys were never allowed, but now that I’m all grown up, the tree house rules have changed,” I say, lowering my lids and using my best sultry voice.
He whistles as if to let off some built-up steam. “Damn, you’re fuck-hot.”
While I still have his hair fisted in my hand, I bend down and lick his full bottom lip then suck on it gently. When he tries to pull away, I bite down hard enough to keep him in place but not enough to draw blood. “Don’t start what you can’t finish,” he mumbles against my mouth.
“I can say the same for you, mister,” I say softly, a hair’s breadth from his lips. Until then, I don’t realize we’re both panting heavily. Lowering his head, he squeezes his eyes shut and sits still for a moment before he releases me and stands up until he’s towering over me.
Taking my fingers and intertwining them in his, he walks me over to the bed and sits down on the edge, gesturing for me to do the same. “So, what do you usually do in your free time?” he asks casually, as if we weren’t nearly inches from ripping each other’s clothes off seconds ago for an unscheduled playdate.
“Seriously? You soak my panties only to ask me what I do in my free time.” He’s got to be joking. “Unbelievable,” I mutter under my breath.
“Yeah. Things got a little too heated so this is my attempt at cooling ourselves off.”
I hop off the bed and march over to the other side, to my nightstand. Slinging the drawer open, I grab my most prized possession and slam the drawer door back hard. Jumping up on the bed landing on my knees, I hold the purple item in my hand like a trophy. “This! This is what I do in my free time. Would you like for me to show you how it works?” I ask, feeling a little flustered as I think about how he once again turns a mediocre moment into another hot moment. Thoughts of him using my “thumbs up” vibrator on me have me clenching my thighs as I seek some form of relief.
“I swear, you’re trying to kill me,” he groans, cupping the front of his shorts. “Phoebe, I’m trying like a son of a bitch to be on my best behavior, but you’re making it nearly impossible. Please, put that away and let’s go see what your parents are doing, because if I’m left alone with you a minute longer, I’m going to embarrass both of us.”
“Fine,” I whine, “I’ll put it back.” Dropping to my butt, I lean over to the nightstand and drop B.O.B. back in the drawer. “But I’m not hanging out with my parents. We can chill in here and talk if that’s what you want to do.”
He adjusts himself, and I laugh.
“I’m glad you think my misery is funny. It’s bad enough I sport a hard-on just by looking at you,” he says as he sits on my bed and leans back against the headboard. Once again his simplest of words squeeze my heart with a hug. He has no idea what he does for my non-existent ego. In the beginning, I thought he lied just so he could get in my pants, but the measures he’s taken to seek me out proves he means what he says. “Pulling out devices that have been where I want to be makes it a hundred times worse.”
“Hashtag sorry not sorry?” I say as I settle in beside him.
His arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him. “Payback is a bitch, and I would tell you how, but we’re finished discussing all things sex related for now.” He squeezes me tight then kisses my cheek.
“What I do want to talk about is how are we going to make this long distant relationship work? A few weeks without you was torturous. I can’t imagine anything longer than that.”
Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I name off our options. “Well, there’s Facetime, Skype, of course, texting, and if worse comes to worse, we can always talk on the phone.” I giggle, knowing how most guys feel about that.
“Do people still talk on the phone?” he asks, being a smartass.
I pull the hair on his arm, and he jerks, yelling, “Ouch!”
“Keep on with that smart mouth,” I warn him, but my voice is playful.
He comes at my neck fast and starts gnawing on it while he growls like a wild animal. This is the kind of stuff that draws me to him. He’s fun, sexy, protective, compassionate, loving, and most of all, normal. It’s like he was brought into this world just for me.
“Uh, uh, uh,” I say, waggling my finger in the air. “You said no sexy stuff, and this is going to lead up to other things if you don’t quit.”
“Shit!” His mouth releases my neck quicker than he attacked it. “Okay, where were we? Oh yeah, I remember, I’ll be making visits as often as possible.”
“Wait, you never said that. Will you really?” I ask, truly surprised.
“Of course! We can take turns. I’ll come up for a weekend then the next time you’ll fly down to stay for a few days or however long you’re able to.”
My chest spreads with warmth just listening to him get excited as he talks about spending time with me. Me. The girl who never knows when she might possibly take her last breath. The girl who never allowed herself to get close to a guy because she not only wanted to never break their heart, she didn’t want hers broken in the process, too.
“This all sounds perfect, but how is it even possible when I’m as broke as a convict and you’re not exactly rolling in the dough either?” I ask.
His hefty arms release me then his hands rub over my shoulders for a second before he starts working his fingers into the tensed muscles along my neck and back. “I’m working on getting a new job, and if all works out like I hope it does, then we’ll be able to see each other.”
He pulls me back against him and starts massaging my shoulders. “You’ll find out if I get it.”
I jab an elbow into his ribs, but not hard enough to hurt him. “Jerk.”
BLUE
Last night I kept the promise I made to Phoebe, no matter how hard it got, literally. All I have to do is think about her and I’m instantly turned on. Not once do I touch her in a sexual way, although she gives me plenty of reason to. A hand resting on her bare stomach as we sleep or a simple goodnight kiss doesn’t count as sex in my book. Her sleeping in my arms brings back all the memories of the first and only time she slept in my bed. Aside from last night, that has still been the best night of sleep I’ve had in years.
“You staring at me is freaking me out,” she mumbles against her pillow. “How long have you been watching me?”
“How do you know I’ve been staring at you when you’ve been snoring?”
Her bright cerulean eyes awaken then she quickly buries her head under the covers. “I do not snore,” she claims, her words coming through muffled.
Ripping the blankets from her head, I flip her on her back, climb over her, and pin both wrists on each side of her head. “You don’t snore, but you sure as hell moan in your sleep. Tell me, who were you dreaming about last night?” I ask in a husky voice, our noses an inch from touching.
“You,” she squeaks, her breasts rising and falling fast beneath me.
“That’s what I suspected. Especially when you mumbled something about Blue and harder between moaning and groaning,” I say, rubbing my erection once against her. Her lids lower, and she bites her plump lip. I have to close my eyes for a few seconds to pull myself together. I’m on the verge of breaking promises. “I want to fuck the hell out of you so bad right now, Phoebe. Please don’t look at me like that again,” I beg.
With quick reflexes, I hop off the bed, grab my clothes, and head out the door to take a shower. “Sorry to leave you like that, but if I don’t go rub one out quick your parents are going to regret their decision of allowing me to stay,” I say before closing the door behind me.
When I climb in the shower, I keep the water on the cool side. And I keep true to my word…I rub one out in record time. With Phoebe on my mind every second of every day, jacking my dick has never been easier. It’s crazy how obsessed I am with her. If I didn’t know myself better, I’d be frightened for her safety. It’s not normal for a guy to become so fixated on one girl. I’ve never seen myself as a guy to settle for a single woman, but here I am living it.
I’m the man I swore I’d never become. I’m pussy-whipped.
Phoebe is still in her pajamas when I emerge back in her room. “You feel better now?” she asks, stretching her arms above her head, causing the sheet to slip beneath her perfectly round tits. Her nipples peak beneath the thin material of her night shirt.
I look away from her so the temptation isn’t there. “Yes, do you? You look as if you fell back asleep.”
She yawns and stretches her entire body this time. “I did. That’s the best sleep I’ve had in months except I wasn’t as warm and cozy as I was when you were in here.” She lifts up the covers as an invite for me to join her.
“No way. It’s not gonna happen,” I say, shaking my head without looking at her.
She cackles like a witch, knowing damn well she’s being evil with her teasing.
Digging through my duffel bag, I see the wooden surfboard keychain I bought for her, so I take it out and walk over to sit beside her on the bed. Taking her hand in mine, I turn it over. “Here,” I say, laying it in her palm. “Just a little something to remember our first time in the water together.” I smile, knowing it’s the first time I felt her tug on my heartstrings.
She beams as she looks it over. “Thank you. It’s definitely a time to remember but also one I’d like to forget. Well, a part of it anyway.”
“Again, I’m so fucking sorry for screwing you over, and I vow to do everything I can to continue making it up to you. It pisses me off when I think about how I added a stupid amount of anxiety to your already stressed body.”
Phoebe reaches a finger out to me and places it over my lips to shush me. “Stop apologizing. You’ve proven yourself already, and besides, I ended up having an amazing time while I was there.” She drops her finger from my lips and instead fits her thumb in the crease of my chin while her fingers curl under it. “We had a few setbacks but look at us now. We can’t keep our hands off each other.” She leans up and kisses my lips softly then backs away. Her hand falls from my face, and she then pulls her knees up to wrap her arms around them. “Blue, the only thing I ask of you is please don’t lead me on. Don’t wait for me to grow attached before you strip the adhesive away.”
It sucks to hear her admit she’s not attached, because I already am to her. Hopefully if she knows how I feel she’ll drop her guard and allow her heart to open up to me.
Making myself comfortable, I climb on the bed and rest my back against the headboard. I grab the sides of her waist and lift her back so she’s leaning against me and resting between my legs. For what I’m about to say, I don’t know if I can stand to look at her face if she doesn’t accept what I’m giving her. I run my fingers through her hair as the words flow from my heart. “There’s no chance of me ever leading you on. If anything, you’ll strip me bare and leave me broken before I will you. I don’t mean to freak you out in any way but there’s not another out there for me, Phoebe. I’m nearly one hundred percent sure you’re it for me. I mean, damn, when you left me that night, I felt hollow inside. Empty. And after several days of walking around on auto pilot, it finally hit me why. You stole something from me, too, you know? You took my fucking heart with you. But I don’t want it back, Phoebe, it’s yours to keep.” My voice drops to a mere whisper as I expose my feelings for her. Because I’m pretty damn sure love or something like it is what I’m feeling.
She turns her head and angles her body so she can look at me. A smile graces her face and it gives me hope. “I don’t even know what to say, Blue.” Her smile weakens and sadness etches around her eyes.
“You don’t have to say anything, just don’t push me away. Don’t let my feelings for you scare you off. I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone else in my life.” Feeling closer to her than I ever have before, I hug her tighter and kiss her on the temple.
Her eyes close and it feels like she’s already cutting me out.
“I don’t expect anything from you so don’t feel like I’m pressuring you.” It’ll kill me if she’s never able to reciprocate, but that’s a risk I’m willing to take.
She nods as if she understands.
We sit in silence for a while, and my head starts to hurt as I continue to analyze where our lives are headed and what it means for us. And if it’s possible for her to fall in love with me.
While I try to focus on something other than my heart, I think about the job interview Molly has set up for me. Being here with Phoebe only solidifies my decision to go through with it. And I hope it shows her the sacrifices I’m willing to make to bring her happiness.
It’s no longer about me anymore. Other than my sister, I have someone else who comes first.
****
When I left Phoebe a few days ago, it was almost as hard as the day she left Florida. Except this time we were able to depart on good terms. It’s going to be surreal to visit her again. Even though we said we’d visit one another, I never really thought it would actually happen. Especially this soon.
I just hope this meeting goes my way or else I’m fucked. When it comes to money, Molly doesn’t screw around. She’ll charge me interest if I don’t pay her back as promised.
Checking the email on my phone, I confirm my flight information.
Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I get my head back in the game.
Drastic times call for dr
astic measures.
Time to swallow my pride.
It takes me over a fucking hour to remember how to tie a fucking tie. Why am I even wearing a tie? This is stupid. Ridiculous. All just to impress my fucking father.
I’m brushing my teeth when Molly walks in. “Are you ready?” she asks, looking at her watch. “For someone who doesn’t give a shit, you sure do spend a lot of time getting pretty.”
I continue brushing while she chastises me.
“I told you I’d be here in ten minutes. It’s been fifteen. By the time we get out the door it’ll be twenty.”
And I continue to ignore her. When she turns on the mom-mode, I let her rant until she gets it out of her system.
I spit, rinse my mouth out then walk over to my bed to dig out my brown leather dress shoes. It’s been so long since I’ve worn them they’re probably outdated and filled with dust bunnies.
“Are you freaking kidding me? You don’t even have your socks and shoes on yet,” she huffs. “I’ll be in the car. Hurry up! You’re already going to be late.”
Her feet bear down hard across the floor before she almost slams the door closed behind her.
“Bossy old hag,” I mumble under my breath.
She barely gives me time to close the car door before she’s accelerating out of the parking lot.
“It’ll be okay. There’s no need to get us killed before we get there.”
She whips her head in my direction. “Look, if you’re not going to be serious about this then I might as well turn around and take you back home. I shouldn’t be worrying over you making this perfect more than you.”
“Eyes on the road, please. You don’t need to look at me while talking.”
“I’m serious, Lance!” she shouts.
“I am, too!” I say, my voice rising in the confined room of her sporty, black Scion.
We ride in silence until we pull into the parking lot of King Construction Group—the place that’s supposed to define my future. Other than a new addition to the left side of the building, it hasn’t changed much since the last time I was here, which is right around six years ago.
