“Do you swallow?” I ask as she goes deeper.
She moans yes and the vibration makes my cock throb harder. For a moment, I imagine Sybil’s mouth around me but we wouldn’t be in a damn storage building. Imagining Sybil for the second time today, unleashes something inside me and I pull the redheads hair harder as I begin to come. She moans licking her lips as she stands smiling wickedly.
“Damn girl, that was amazing.” I’m not lying, it was. I feel like an ass for having done this but she threw herself at me. It’s not like anything is ever going to happen between Sybil and I anyway, she made that clear last night. I remember it all.
I button my jeans back and walk out leaving her there to walk out alone. I head straight for the bathroom to get away so that maybe when I come out, she will be gone.
When I walk out I see Sybil standing by her usual t-shirt stand. She doesn’t look up but I watch her as she starts straightening every single shirt. I’m still staring at her when the redhead appears from nowhere. She hands me a piece of paper before walking off.
“Call me, maybe we could have some more fun.”
Sybil looks up, her eyes meet mine for a second and she looks like she may be sick. Must be the effects of the alcohol from last night, because according to her, she needs nothing from me. But something in her eyes show hurt and when I realize that, guilt washes over me and I realize, that I fucked up even more.
Chapter 14
Sybil
I haven’t seen Blaine yet today and I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. I wonder if it has anything to do with Cory threatening him. Cory wouldn’t elaborate on it anymore last night. I know he was mad at me, even I am mad at me. I rode with Megan to school today and she said she will take me to get my truck later. I walk into the bookstore and I still haven’t seen Blaine. He should be here by now, unless he quit so he doesn’t have to see me.
I shrug it off and begin working on my shirts and I hear a girl’s voice. I look over to see her hand Blaine a paper and tell him they could have fun together. Our eyes meet and I can’t read his, but he has to see the hurt behind mine. He just has to. I know last night was fucked up, but I’m not stupid. I realize he took this girl somewhere in this bookstore and did god knows what with her. I don’t even want to think about it. Just the thought makes me want to throw up. I turn my head away and try to think of anything to get my mind off him. Maybe Cory is right about him.
I manage to take all my aggression out on the shirts and they look immaculate, not a single one is out of place. Blaine hasn’t tried to come up and talk to me and although I know something happened between him and the girl, I can’t decide how I feel about not having him talk to me. I don’t care if he calls me doll face or not.
Part of me wants to leave the bookstore now since my work is done, but Megan is still in class. I glance at the clock and see I only have five minutes left so I clock out and go sit on a bench outside. I never realized just how accustomed I’d become to talking to him until he didn’t speak to me at all.
The silence outside is actually nice, since not too many people are out. Most of the students are still in class. I hear footsteps but I don’t look up, I stare at the ground.
“Hey, what are you doing out here?”
I look up to see Blaine standing in front of me. “You’re talking to me?”
“Yeah, I’m talking to you. Who else would I be talking to you?”
I roll my eyes and look away as he sits beside me. “Maybe your redhead friend.”
“She’s not my friend.”
“What is she, your fuck buddy?”
“That’s not your business.” He says folding his arms over his chest.
“I thought you weren’t allowed to talk to me anymore.”
“I don’t do what I’m told.” He smiles. I hate his smile because I lose all inhibitions when he smiles at me. “What are you still doing here?”
“Well, my truck is still at the bar. You know, you remember last night?”
“I do, do you?” he asks.
“Yes, I do. Look, I’m sorry for being so harsh. I’m just going through a bit of a tough time.” I say looking into his eyes.
“Don’t sweat it, doll face. How are you getting your truck back?”
“Megan is supposed to take me but she’s still in class.”
“I could take you if you wanted. Just don’t tell Cory, I don’t want my ass kicked.”
“I’m sorry about him. He’s just protective. I’ll text Megan, if you are sure you don’t mind.”
He looks at me smiling, “I don’t mind at all. I want to make last night up to you.”
I text Megan and she replies immediately warning me if Cory finds out, he’ll be pissed. I reply quickly begging her not to tell him and I look up at Blaine and smile.
“Let’s go.”
He leads me to his truck, a silver Ford F-150. It’s immaculately clean on the outside and when he opens the door for me, I see it’s just as clean on the inside. It feels awkward sitting in the truck next to him but I shove that thought to the side. He drives to the bar and I let out a sigh of relief when I see the truck sitting there untouched. I’d have never forgiven myself if I hadn’t called Cory and drove home drunk. I could have killed someone or worse, myself.
Blaine parks beside the truck and I look at him, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, doll face.”
I unlock the truck and stick the key in the ignition. The engine won’t start. I try it again and nothing happens. Blaine jumps out of his truck and runs up beside me. “It won’t start? Did you leave the lights on when you got here last night?”
“No, they shut off automatically. I don’t know what’s going on.”
He has me try to start it again and then instructs me to pop the hood. “Do you have any jumper cables?”
I nod my head yes as I open the back door and pull them from under the seat. He hooks them up to both trucks and jump starts my truck. It starts immediately.
“Looks like your battery was dead, you’re good now. Just be careful.”
“You’re a lifesaver Blaine, thank you.” I tell him as I climb back into my truck. “Hey, um, do you want to maybe grab a pizza or something later? You know as maybe a thank you for jumping my truck for me?”
He looks at me like I just spoke a different language. I’m trying to be nice and I fully expect him to blow me off but he smiles and says, “Tell me where and I’ll be there.”
What Cory doesn’t know what hurt him. I’m a grown woman and it’s just pizza with a friend. “Meet me at that pizza place up the road this evening.”
“It’s a date.” He smiles.
“Not quite.” I retort shutting my truck door smiling.
***
Blaine
Waves of guilt wash over me as I step back into my truck. I made a piss poor decision and was almost certain I’d blown things with Sybil when she saw the girl hand me her phone number. What she doesn’t know is that I threw the phone number away when she wasn’t looking. I’m a guy, I think with my dick. It’s just what I do. I thought getting blown in the storage room would have cleared my mind but instead, it fucked it up worse. I can’t lie, I was shocked to hear her ask me if I wanted to grab pizza with her. I wanted to tell her I’d much rather be somewhere more private, away from people but she would never understand my reasoning why. If Dante saw us and this got back to Landon, he’d definitely know I wasn’t doing my job.
I drive back to my apartment and dive onto the couch as soon as I walk in. I lie there thinking about getting to spend actual time with her and I can’t help but smile. I’m finally getting somewhere with her. The thought to bring my phone crosses my mind and I know if Landon calls I’ll be in deep shit, but I quickly decide to leave it here. I don’t want anything to ruin this night.
***
Sybil texted me around 5:30pm to confirm the place. I replied instantly, a little too fast probably. I can’t lie, I’ve been waiting for her text all afte
rnoon. I’m anxious, swarms of butterflies invade my stomach for what seems like the first time. I’ve broken every rule when it comes to her, but I don’t care at all. She’s all I think about. From the minute I wake up, until the second my eyelids close. I toss my phone onto my bed with a thud and walk out the door. Fuck consequences tonight.
I break almost every speed limit around trying to get to her. As I park my truck, I look towards the front door and I see her. My heart stops in my chest and I lose every ounce of breath I have. She looks absolutely beautiful. She’s wearing that pair of blue jeans I love and a pink blouse, that her breasts look like they could pop out of at any minute. She’s pretending not to be looking around but that’s obviously what she’s doing. When her eyes meet mine, her cheeks blush and she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. She is perfection.
“You look beautiful doll face.” I lean in kissing her behind her ear. I can feel her body tremble under my touch.
“You never quit, do you?” She asks still blushing profusely.
“Quit what? Telling the truth?” I smile reaching for her hand. She looks hesitant at first but then slowly places her hand in mine.
We walk inside together and I can’t help but think this is something I could get used to. If only we weren’t in Baton Rouge and under the watchful eye of Landon and Dante.
She looks completely in her element, laughing and talking with me. Everything I’ve wanted since the minute I met her. I order a bucket of beer for us and a pepperoni pizza. She argues she wants to pay, but I stand my ground and insist she pay for nothing.
“This was such a good idea.” She says as she presses the bottle to her lips.
“It was a good idea for you to finally agree to dinner with me.”
“No, I meant the pizza and beer. This is delicious.”
“I think you could be delicious.” I say testing the waters.
I’m waiting for her to get angry and storm off but she just blushes and finishes off her beer before opening another.
“So what are you going to school for?” she asks. She just completely caught me off guard and I fumble around for the most believable thing I can.
“Right now I’m just general studies. Haven’t quite found my calling yet. What about you?”
“I’m an education major. I want to teach Kindergarten.”
“That’s pretty amazing. Is that something you’ve always wanted to do?”
“Yep. I love kids. I always wanted at least two of my own, but I have no idea why I just told you that.” She says quickly.
“Why? I’m just getting to know you, that doesn’t matter to me.” She almost looks relieved by my response.
We continue to eat, devouring the pizza and beer until nothing is left. I pay the bill and we walk hand in hand outside. I’m not ready for this evening to end but we are in two separate vehicles so I suppose it has to end sometime.
“I had a great time.” I tell her.
“Me too. I’m glad we did this.” She smiles.
Her eyes look hopeful like she really means it and I smile back. Like a gentleman, I lead her to her truck. We never made plans for anything else tonight and I don’t want to push my luck with her. I wish we were in a more private area because I really want to kiss her but there are people all around and I don’t want to embarrass her.
She unlocks her truck and I open the door for her. She makes the first move leaning forward just an inch to where our lips are almost touching. I’m trying not to lose all my self-control here. She inches closer, our lips now touching lightly and softly kisses me. I feel like I’ve just been kissed by an angel. Right as I begin to kiss her back, I’m jerked away nearly causing me to lose my balance.
“I fucking told you to stay away from her!” Cory yells.
“Stop it Cory, this was my idea. This is my life, stay out of it.” She yells back.
“I can’t do that and you know it. Get in Caleb’s truck and leave now.” He says before turning to face me. I never realized this was Caleb’s truck. Dante and Landon don’t need to learn that bit of information.
“It’s my fucking truck Cory! I hate you.” She says with tear filled eyes.
Dammit, I hate to see her upset because of an asshole remark he made. He never turns back to face her, he continues to glare at me as he replies, “I don’t care right now Sybil, I told you to leave. I don’t want you to see this.”
He balls up his fist and I’m prepared to defend myself. I won’t be taken by surprise like last time.
“I asked him to meet me, Cory. You can’t protect me forever.”
“I made a fucking promise Sybil and I told you he was bad news. I told him what would happen if he saw you again.”
Just as he’s getting ready to throw the punch, Sybil steps in the way. In a fit of anger meant for me, he pushes her to the ground. She lands hard, sliding across the concrete and within seconds, blood is soaking through her jeans. She’s trying hard as hell not to cry and my first instinct is to run to her. Cory tries to shove me out of the way, he’s looking distraught. Clearly he didn’t realize just what he’d done.
“Don’t fucking touch me Cory, don’t you fucking come near me.” She cries.
He turns and points at me, his face boiling red. “This is all your fault.” He turns back to Sybil and softens his voice. “I’m so sorry, let me get you home ok? I’m so fucking sorry.”
She’s sobbing harder now and refusing to look at him. “Just leave. I don’t want to look at you.”
He drops his head in defeat before walking off, but not before glaring at me again. “I haven’t forgotten about you. Count your blessings.”
As he walks off, I run to Sybil and kneel beside her. She leans into me and whispers, “Take me home please.”
I look her in her eyes to make sure she’s serious. “Do you want to call Megan?”
“No.” she whispers. “I don’t want to leave my truck. Will you drive it?”
I want to say no because it’s Caleb’s truck, but I nod my head yes before picking her up and placing her inside the cab.
Chapter 15
Sybil
My leg hurts like hell and I’m scared my jeans are ruined. Stupid Cory had to come along and ruin my perfect evening. I should have known better than to go somewhere so open but honestly, I thought it would be ok.
Blaine starts the truck before turning to face me, “Are you ok?”
“I think so. I’m so sorry, this was my fault.”
“Look at me Sybil.” He says roughly. “This was not your fault. He is in the wrong. He pushed you because he couldn’t control his anger.”
I turn away from him and stare out the window as I quietly give him directions to my apartment. I feel like I’m betraying Caleb by having Blaine drive his truck, but I’m hurting so badly right now. Betrayal seems to be taking over me right now because he’s also driving me to my apartment, and pictures of Caleb are everywhere. It’s not like it’s a secret anymore, Cory blew that out of the water.
He parks the truck in my usual spot and runs to the passenger side to let me out. He refuses to let me walk, which I think is kinda sweet. He carries me to the door and unlocks it with ease. I hold my breath as he carries me inside. No one has done this but Caleb and it feels good but awkward at the same time.
If he sees the pictures of Caleb and I, he never says anything. Instead, he asks to point him in the direction of my bedroom so I can get something else to wear. He sets me on the bed as I point towards the dresser drawer that contains my shorts. He hands me a pair before scooping me back up and bringing me to the bathroom. My head is resting on his shoulder and it feels a little too comfortable to me. I’m almost relieved when he sets me down on the sink.
“I’ll step outside the door while you change. I’ll help you clean your leg up when you’re done.” He says.
I nod my head in agreement as he shuts the door behind him. Slowly, I unbutton my jeans and remove them. I let them hit the ground as I observe my leg. It’s a pre
tty nasty scrape and hurts like hell. I slide on the shorts and open the door. He looks down at my leg sympathetically and walks in behind me. He’s so close, I feel like I can hear his heart beating. His breath sends tingles down my spine and I can’t stop the feelings that overwhelm me.
“Where do you keep the peroxide?” he asks.
“In the cabinet right there,” I point.
He opens the cabinet, pulling out the peroxide and a cotton ball. He sees the worried look on my face and smiles. “It’s going to be ok, I won’t hurt you.”
“It’s going to burn.” I whine.
“Here,” he says grabbing a washrag. “Bite on this.”
He bends down slowly cleaning off the scrape. It doesn’t burn like I thought it would, thankfully. When he finishes, he rubs my leg before placing a band aid on it. “That wasn’t bad was it?”
“No, thank you, really.”
“No problem doll face. Now, let’s get you out of this bathroom.” He carries me again but this time setting me on the couch. “Can I get you anything?”
“No, thanks.” I answer as I watch him sit right beside me.
He’s so close our legs are touching and electricity shoots through my veins. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts, not in this apartment, but I can’t help it. His hand moves slowly to rest on my leg and my body responds instantly. He turns the TV on but neither of us look at it, we look at each other. I can see the desire in his eyes, hell I know it’s burning in mine. Where did this come from?
He slowly leans in resting his forehead against mine. “I want to finish what we started earlier.” And with that, our lips crash together. He kisses me with such need and want that I’m completely breathless. His tongue finds mine and they tangle relentlessly as he pulls me closer. My entire body is on fire and it feels like he is the only one who can put the fire out. I shouldn’t want him, but I do. I want him badly.
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