The feeling was so intense. It wasn’t just sex, we were definitely making love. I continued to thrust slow and hard as I listened to her deep breaths and whimpers. She began to moan longer and I knew she was close. I wasn’t sure if she was over her issue of me having to tell her to come, so I thrust faster into her and whispered, “Come with me baby,” into her ear. She moaned and shuddered hard, hugging my body tightly to her while squeezing my cock into coming with her. I exploded into her, thrusting faster as she pulled me harder with her spasms.
We lay there breathing fast and I kissed her neck. That had to be the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. It was deeper than I’ve ever had with anyone ever. I couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same. She hugged me and kissed my neck as we lay there for a while.
I heard the dryer sound off that her clothes were dry at the same time my phone rang. I let it go to voicemail. I wanted to hold her so much longer. She kissed me deeply again. Her eyes were bright as she giggled and said, “That was…pretty intense.” She exhaled a deep breath, smiling.
“Yeah, it was.” I kissed her again and heard her stomach growl. She giggled again. Man, I’ll never tire of her giggling. I tickled her lightly and kissed her cheek. “Someone needs to eat, I guess.” I chuckled. “Come on, let’s get that lunch I promised you.” I went to the bathroom to clean up and Izzy ran downstairs to get her clothes from the dryer.
I was just thinking about how incredible our lovemaking was and hoping it would be like that each time.
Then I heard the front door open and shut. Did she just leave? What the fuck is going on now? I threw my jeans on and ran downstairs to find Fucking Whore standing in the living room staring at Izzy, who was just finishing putting her top on over her bra. Fucking Whore had her mouth opened, clearly disgusted and sneered, “Well, it sure didn’t take you long at all to find a replacement!”
Are you kidding me? “What the fuck are you doing here?” I spat at her.
“I left you a voicemail telling you I was coming over to get the rest of my clothes out of the spare bedroom.” She snarled as she eyed Izzy with daggers.
“Why didn’t you knock before coming in here?” I snapped at her.
“Because I still have a key and figured you were in the shower, but I guess you were too busy fucking one of your bar whores!” She shouted back at me, holding up her key.
“She’s not a whore; you’re the only fucking whore in here. After all, I did walk in on you bent over with some guy!” I reminded her.
“Well, that’s more than I ever got from you since you worked all the fucking time!” She spat back.
I looked over at Izzy, sorry that she had to hear this crap. She walked into the kitchen to let us have it out. Shit, I feel bad for Izzy. “Give me back my key, get your shit and get out!” I yelled at Fucking Whore. She threw her keys at me and stomped past me up the stairs. I heard her huffing while she grabbed her clothes.
I walked into the kitchen with an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. That’s the last thing you should have to hear after what we just shared.”
She shrugged, “It’s alright. I understand.” She swallowed and looked away as she leaned on the kitchen counter, then giggled. “Is there ever going to be a time when we won’t have someone walking in on us?”
I chuckled at that. “Damn, I hope so!” I was glad she could make a joke at a time like this.
Fucking Whore came down the stairs with an arm full of clothes. I ran and opened the door for her as she stormed past me. “Figures you’d have a rebound that quick; what else did I expect?”
“She’s not a rebound, she’s my girlfriend and you have no right to even talk to me about finding someone else. Don’t call me again and don’t come here again.” I yelled as I slammed the door in her face.
I walked back to the kitchen where Izzy had grabbed her shoes and was putting them on. She looked up and joked, “Well, that was fun!” with a smirk. She stood up and I hugged her.
“Ready to get something to eat?” I decided there was nothing else to say about what just occurred with Fucking Whore. She gave me a sly grin, batting her eyelashes. “I’ll only leave with you, if we take the bike!”
I smiled, “Deal.”
We left the house after I put my shirt and shoes on. I checked my phone and saw several texts from Fucking Whore before she came over. Fucking Whore was still in her car in my driveway talking on the phone to someone.
Izzy and I hopped on my bike and headed out. I saw Fucking Whore’s face as Izzy wrapped her arms around me and put her head down facing the other direction. Fucking Whore looked pissed and disgusted. I was glad we were done. Why I stayed with her so long, I couldn’t figure out, other than just wanting to be with someone.
We could have actually walked to the diner, but since Izzy loves the bike, I couldn’t say no. It was an added bonus that Fucking Whore was still there to see us get on the bike she hated so much.
We pulled into the parking lot and went in taking a window seat. We opened up our menus and my phone rang. I looked down. I clicked it off when I saw who it was. “Her again?” Izzy asked, smirking.
“Yep.”
“What’s good here?” She asked changing the subject.
Chapter 18
Izzy
After our meal, we headed back to the townhouse so I could get ready for work. I had to admit I was a little nervous about how it would be at work tonight. You know…now that I’m banging my boss. Crude, I know. He did say I was his girlfriend to Sheila, so I know at least it’s not just a fling between us. I hope.
I couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous Sheila really was and wondered if he didn’t look at her and want her back just a little bit. I made sure to spend extra time on my hair and makeup, just in case he had any thoughts about missing her. She seemed to still be calling him a lot. I tried my best not to get jealous after all the lessons I had learned about that topic, but I couldn’t help it after getting a look at her. At least before I met her, if you could call that meeting her, I pictured her to look like a horrible nasty person. But seeing her in person, I was shocked at how beautiful she really was.
I shook off my feelings and headed to work. Sandy, Mark and some of the waitresses were already there opening up. “Wow, you look smokin’, Iz!” Mark admired as he looked me over.
Sandy smirked, “Yeah, you do! You look like you’re glowing too! Did you two finally hook up?” she asked elbowing me.
I turned red and tried to change the subject, “Umm…what else needs to get done before opening?”
Mark started to tease me, ignoring my attempt to ignore their comments. “If they didn’t, they will soon,” he started laughing.
I rolled my eyes, laughing and shaking my head. “I’ll go refill the cocktail napkins!” I turned to walk to the stock room. I grabbed a stack of cocktail napkins and turned right into Z.
“Hey you!” he smiled big, pressed his lips to mine, kissing me hard.
“Hey…” I stammered as he pulled back, smirking at me. I don’t know why it felt awkward all of a sudden. I bit my lip and looked up at him.
“Damn, you look gorgeous tonight.” Then he bent down and whispered in my ear, “You also look fucking hot with no makeup on, especially when you’re lying under me.” Warmth spread like fire through my body. He kissed me again, this time harder and more passionate. He pulled back after our kiss.
“You doing alright? You seem a bit nervous.” He asked me with his brows pulled together, clearly concerned.
“No, I’m fine. I guess I was feeling like this might be a bit awkward.” He kissed me gently then put his forehead to mine.
“Nah, we’ll just work the same as always together. No worries, okay?” I nodded. He gave me another quick kiss and we walked out.
Mark and Sandy were laughing with each other and looked over smiling at the two of us walking out together. I came behind the bar and started loading the napkins and anything else I could do to stay busy. Z walk
ed back to his office so Sandy came running over, smiling huge. “So spill it! When, where, how long?”
“Sandy!” I cried out embarrassed.
She started giggling. “I guess Mark coming here made him speed things up a bit.”
“What do you mean? Speed what up?” I looked at her questioningly.
Mark came over, “Oh please, Z’s been so into you since you stepped in here. That first night he was undressing you with his eyes!”
I hit his arm, “Mark!”
He laughed, “It’s true! He’s had it bad for you for a while now!” I bit my lip and thought about it. How did I miss that? It was really good to know that and it helped squash some of those inferior feelings I had of comparing myself to Sheila, since they were still together at that point.
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The rest of the week flew by. Mostly, we stayed over at his place at night, staying up until we were exhausted after making love endlessly. In the morning, he would go to his gym after dropping me off at my place and I would go for my run, then we’d meet back up for lunch.
Before I knew it, it was another packed Saturday night at the bar. Flynn and Melanie came in and sat down. I served them their drinks.
“So…” Melanie started, “are you excited about tomorrow?” I looked at her confused. “What do you mean? What’s tomorrow?”
Flynn started laughing. “It’s the block party!”
I was still confused why I’d be so excited. “Umm, I guess, what do you mean?”
Melanie looked shocked and sang, “Helloooo!” She gave me a quizzical look not understanding why I wasn’t getting it. “You’re going to meet his family!”
I hadn’t thought of it that way. “Well, before I was going as his friend’s roommate...”
Melanie interrupted my thought process, “Yeah and now you’re going as his new girlfriend!” I swallowed hard and looked away. Shit. I didn’t think of it that way, although it should have been obvious.
Flynn waved me off, seeing my nervous expression. “Don’t worry about it! His parents are awesome! His brother will love you too.” I started to become more nervous. I forgot about his brother.
“Miss!” I heard someone calling. I walked over to a guy and his girlfriend. “Can I get a Michelob and a martini for my girl here?”
“Sure.” I turned and grabbed his beer and started making her martini. I looked up and watched Z hug some guy excitedly. Z was smiling huge and I was trying to figure out who the guy might be. He looked oddly familiar. He was slightly taller than Z. I turned and served my customer, took his money and gave him change.
Before I knew it I was slammed with more customers. I finally looked up again and Z, that guy, Melanie and Flynn were chatting together. Suddenly, I became really nervous as I realized ‘that guy’ had to be Z’s brother, Matt. I turned and ran right into Mark, spilling the Sex on the Beach I just made all over me. “Shit!” I exclaimed.
Mark started laughing, “You okay? You seem a bit nervous.” He leaned in closer, “Don’t worry. Matt won’t kill you; he’ll just try to mess with you!”
I looked up at him surprised. “What?”
Laughing, Mark patted my back, “Go run to the back and get a new top!” I just stood there looking at him wondering what he meant by that comment. “Go change. We’re slammed out here!” He said still laughing.
I ran and grabbed a new top from Z’s office and went to the bathroom. I glared at my makeup and how horrible it looked. There was a reason I didn’t wear much, this was it. I tried my best to fix it, but noticed the bathroom was jammed with girls, so I knew it was even worse out at the bar. I gave up on my makeup and ran back behind the bar.
Z called me down to where they were seated at the bar. “Izzy, this is my big brother Matt. Matt, this is Izzy!” He smiled proudly, clapping Matt’s back as he introduced us.
I was so nervous; I wiped my hand on my bar towel and held it out to shake his hand. He grabbed it, leaning forward across the bar and pulled me close, giving me a sensual kiss on my cheek, uncomfortably close to my mouth.
His sexy, husky voice gave me shivers as he whispered in my ear, “It’s great to finally meet you Izzy. I’ve heard a shitload about you. My brother did not do you justice when he described you.” As he pulled back slightly, his eyes grazed over my body, especially over my chest. “You are gorgeous.” He sat back down, eyeing me again.
I stood there looking dazed, while Melanie and the rest of the guys just laughed. I smiled meekly as I shook off my shock. I realized this is just how his brother is and being that they all knew it, I figured I would tease back, hoping to shake off the weirdness that I felt just occurred.
“It’s great to meet you too. You seem to be exactly as Z described – sleazy and creepy!” I looked at Z and winked, hoping he wouldn’t take me seriously.
Matt clapped his hands, “HA! Sexy and feisty!” He licked his lips and his eyes grazed my body again, “Nice.” Thrown off by his eye-grazing, I was thankful to hear “Miss” and turned to serve more customers. They were still laughing when I left and started talking about tomorrow’s block party.
Because it was a packed night, I really wasn’t able to chat too much with the gang. I still ran down to serve them drinks, but the bar was so slammed. I kept glancing down and there were a ton of girls surrounding all of them. Melanie didn’t seem too happy about it, but Matt was thrilled and went dancing several times. Z danced with a couple, but I tried not to get upset because I assumed he did that so he could still chat with his big brother.
We started closing up and Clark came running in. “Matt! I sent several hot ones in for you!” He yelled out loudly. Ah…and now it made sense why they were always surrounded. Although, they were all really good looking guys, so I could imagine that happening without Clark’s help.
Matt started laughing, “I knew it! You are awesome man!” he said high fiving him.
“Did you see the smoking brunette in the black tank dress? Fuck she was hot! I told her to see you and Z at the bar!” He made boob gestures when he said “smoking brunette.” I continued to clean some glasses, chuckling at Clark and his ambitious ‘matchmaking.’
Mark and Sandy were done and headed out. I ran to the back to the office to grab my purse, came back and threw it on the bar. Z said goodnight to everyone, but the gang stayed at the bar, still drinking. Z was eyeing me after looking up from his phone. I smiled sweetly at him. Just then I heard my cell phone chime a text. I opened my purse and saw a text from Z.
Z: Are you mad at me for dancing with those chicks? X. I rolled my eyes laughing and looked up at him. He winked at me.
Me: As long as you’re not mad at me for the comment about your brother. X
Z: You are so fucking hot. If everyone would leave, I would lay you down on the bar and take you right now. X I flushed and looked up at him. He was smirking, and I noticed he probably had more than just a buzz right now.
Me: Promises, promises. X
I turned and grabbed a beer since everyone else was still drinking. I winked at Z as I took a long drink.
Clark screamed out, “Matt, you’ve got to watch Iz play pool!” I swallowed hard. What if I was too nervous to play like I usually do? Nah, I tried to tell myself that I could do this no problem. I took another long drink.
“Yeah, Izzy! I told Matt all about hustling those guys the other night!” Z chimed in, excited.
Melanie started laughing and added in, “That’s nothing! She’s hustled guys before that wanted to beat her up! Well, actually a couple wanted to get their money back in other ways!” I gave her my ‘shut up’ look, but it failed because she was pretty drunk. “Remember that one guy that followed you home trying to get his money back a different way and Brad had to beat his ass?”
Thankfully, Flynn interrupted her, “Come on Iz!”
“Alright!” I said holding up my beer, glad to walk away from Melanie telling anymore of that story. “Who am I playing?”
Z laughed, “Matt, of course!
He needs the full experience!”
Matt laughed and put his arm around my waist pulling me tight and whispered, “Yeah, Iz, I need the full experience.” His voice was husky and breathy. My face fell and I became really uncomfortable. Did Z not hear that? Is this how his brother is? They’re not into sharing or something weird like that, are they? He kept his arm around me the entire time we all walked over to the pool tables.
I glanced over at Z. He winked at me, smiling big. Maybe he doesn’t know how his big brother acts. I wondered if he did this to Sheila or any of Z’s other girlfriends.
I racked up the balls and handed Matt a cue stick. “You break ‘em!” Clark came running up with another beer for me. Glad he’s good for something!
“Thank you,” I smiled pleasantly at him, taking my beer.
They were all smirking like they had some inside joke I wasn’t privy to. I heard Melanie try to whisper, but failed miserably, “This is going to be great!” Flynn ‘shh’d’ her. What the heck was up? I glanced over at Z and his hand was covering his eyes, he was smirking and shaking his head.
Matt broke and chose stripes. He missed. It was my turn. I was nervous to say the least. I took another long drink from my beer and set it down on the nearby table as I heard several snickers from the gang. I shook it off and lined up my shot and called it.
All of a sudden I felt a cue stick glide up along the inside of my leg. I was so shocked that my cue stick missed the ball entirely and scraped hard against the felt. I SCRATCHED. Fuck. I NEVER scratch.
What the hell? I turned to see Matt grinning sexy, “Wow. That’s really too bad, honey. My turn.” Then he paused again and looked over at me. “I thought they said you knew how to play.” Several louder laughs came as Clark could barely contain his laughter.
I turned and finally realized this was some type of messed up initiation. Screw them. I took another swig and watched Matt miss, probably on purpose so he could have another shot at me.
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