by Shaw, Robin
Beth: Have plans 2nite?
I slid my eyes to the side, and with a shy expression, Gavin put his headphones on as if I was actually talking to Beth over the phone. I messaged her back.
Me: Am I gonna get lucky 2nite? =)
Beth: Very. Brianna and I are taking you out 2 La Floridita.
After I tossed my phone the couch near me, I composed an email to Pierce and attached the contract, in addition to my questions in the body of the email, so I could have some answers by tomorrow if he had time to read it at the Paloma. I hadn’t known that Pierce had gotten my name out their with other business professionals. While I was all for earning some extra cash, I wasn’t agreeing to anything unless I understood all of the stipulations.
***
Beth didn’t need to stand on tiptoes in order for me to plant her a kiss on the mouth tonight. She was in the black heels I’d seen her in before that gave extra definition to her luscious legs. Her hair was in some up-do that bared delicate neck.
“Now that should’ve been how my day started,” I said as Bri went upstairs to shower and get dressed.
I cupped her ass and a flush swept over her body. I lifted her black skirt up and found that, unlike Saturday, she was wearing a thong. Which would make it perfect to grab onto her rear as I lodged into her to the hilt. The image flashed through my mind, arousing me.
After a beat, Beth stared at me with those luminous azure eyes. “It may not be the only way your night ends,” she teased me. I rained kisses on her face and she took my hand, bringing me into the living room with her. When we neared the couch that we’d sat on last weekend, I spanked her ass, recalling how good it felt to palm her. Chuckling, Beth lifted up her skirt, showing me her rounded cheeks. There was no sin better than Beth’s bare skin.
Beth linked her arms with Brianna as we entered the bar. I could tell that Gavin wanted to be with the rest of us instead of working, but he didn’t say so.
“I am gonna clock in,” he told us, and headed to the back of the bar.
I flung my arms around Beth and Bri’s shoulders. Millie signaled us to the biggest booth at the center of the bar, where Joel, Rylan, Maude, Amberlynn, and her boyfriend, Jared, were. It was packed in here but not so much that we didn’t have space as we headed toward them.
Joel stood up and made space for Bri, placing her beside him. She rolled her eyes but Joel wasn’t discouraged; he brought her closer to him. Beth eyed Joel and he blew her a raspberry. Millie and Jared made room for us in the both.
“Hey, Millie,” Beth said, and peered at her boyfriend.
“Beth.” Millie grinned. “This is Jared.”
“Nice to meet you,” they said at the same time, and laughed.
I nodded my head to Jared, who had his button-down shirt loose and undone at the wrists. He watched Millie like she was the only female at this joint, and I really respected that about him. Some chicks in here had overtly flirted with him, but he hadn’t paid them any mind. People who met him may have at first come to the conclusion that because he was formally dressed and had a top-of-the-line haircut that he was uptight and preppy. I hadn’t seen him in pair of jeans, or sneakers, or even boots the various times he’d come in here. Perhaps he just felt comfortable with the way he dressed. Either way, he was a cool dude.
***
Bethany
At the heady sound of Tainted Virtue’s “One Night Salvation,” I pushed myself out of my seat and took Brianna with me towards the middle of the bar, where Amberlynn had gotten Rylan to dance to another song after he washed down half of his black Russian. Chase’s hands had remained on my waist as I got out of the booth and I enjoyed feeling his desire for me from his touch and in his eyes. I didn’t care that there were tons of people here.
“Move your body like you did at the concert,” I told Brianna, who moved sinuously and tastefully.
Throughout the song, Brianna swayed her hips, and I contrasted her movement by rotating my upper body. Chase’s penetrating gaze seared through me. Brianna and I turned our backs to each other and lowered ourselves to the ground, coming back up slowly.
“Chase isn’t the only one enjoying this,” Brianna said with a smirk, and I looked at Joel, who was giving us a thumbs-up. I shook my head at him. Some other guys stopped what they were doing and watched us, to see if we’d go further. And we didn’t.
I gulped down the moisture in my throat. “We know Chase was the only recipient I was aiming for.” I smirked at her.
“Well, Chase probably thought we were just gonna get him dinner and drinks,” Brianna remarked.
When we started for the table, I bumped into a tall and broad chest, the natural and mint aftershave scent invigorating me more. My breathing accelerated as Chase’s mouth slanted over mine. My lips clung to his, savoring how soft he felt and the tangy taste of lime on his tongue. Coming up for air, I realized that he’d led me to a darker corner of La Floridita.
His lips curved and he combed damp strands of my hair back. “I was dying at the table. I wanted to tear every fucker’s eyes away from you. But they can’t do this.” Stroking my nipples, he hauled me closer to him with his other hand. The force made my bust shake before it collided with his hard chest.
I shook my head. “Only you can.”
For over an hour we hadn’t said anything. Boy, being close in height to him was pretty advantageous tonight. Chase pressed his pelvis against mine. I didn’t know which song was on and I didn’t process any of the noises and the limited space that I usually had when I was at La Floridita. Lifting my head to peer at Chase, the green flecks in his eyes reflected various emotions. The one emotion that I identified was bliss, and not even the carnal sort of bliss I’d anticipated.
We’d danced to one more song when all of my movements made me hungry. Everyone else was dancing and talking. Millie had a relaxed expression on her face and happily complied when Jared guided her on the dance floor. I liked seeing her come out of shell more when she danced with him.
Chase’s body turned rigid and I angled my head over my shoulder to see Cassidy and Mona coming in as if they owned the place with two guys who had been at Pierce’s party. Right away, I was really annoyed, mainly because Cassidy pinned Chase with a scorching look and he eyed me like it didn’t matter. I’d never understood the statement “fight for your man.” In fact, I disliked it very much; so many of my female counterparts had acted rashly over guys who thought of them as dispensable, but I had a whole new understanding for that mindset now. If I weren’t basically glued to Chase, Cassidy would’ve found some way to be next to him. I wanted to toss her out of here. This was a place where most people came to have a good time, maybe feel good enough with how they looked, and where they were at in life. Not where Cassidy viewed us as road kill. With her puckered chin, Cassidy was acting like she’d never been to an old-school bar before.
“Don’t sweat her,” Joel said. Brianna walked beside me and Joel did the same with Chase. They led us to the table.
***
Chase
The way Beth had stepped in front of me and placed her hands on my chest generated an increased need in me for her. Two weeks ago, there was a slim chance that she would’ve owned up to how much she wanted me, but she had been fearless. I liked that she didn’t want Cassidy near me. I was hers and she acted accordingly. There was nothing for Beth to worry about, though. Yet Cassidy had such a distorted way of thinking, so she probably assumed that Beth was jealous of her.
“Now they go out together, on double dates,” Millie said after a server handed us our drinks.
“Hmmm,” Bri said, “but they still don’t like each other.”
Joel cocked his head to the side. “They’re one of a kind. It makes sense that they’d have a double date,” he said flatly.
My phone chirped and I took it from my side pocket.
Pierce: You got the gist for the assignment. U gonna take on the job?
Me: Yeah. Company has a great reputation. Will look gud on
my resume.
Pierce: Have fun sending him a million versions of the new logo and the other promo materials!
Me: Thanks 4 looking everything over and 4 networking for me.
Pierce: Ur online portfolio spoke for itself. TTYL.
I wasn’t going to tell Pierce that Mona had come here with his sister and a guy through a text message. Considering that Mona didn’t make any real effort to interact with Beth or Bri when he’d brought her to the beach, I think she was still on his shit list. It might change tomorrow. But I wanted to tell him in person, if Rylan didn’t get around to it first.
“Hello.” My eyes closed for a very short time and I met Cassidy’s pale blue eyes. She had on a white blouse, a blazer, a short skirt, and shoes, like she was some schoolgirl. The guy with her was oblivious to how much she wasn’t welcome and him, too, because he was with her. Mona and the guy she was with remained at the opposite side of the bar.
“Cassidy,” Joel addressed her dryly.
No one else said anything, but her eyes were fixed on me and I didn’t miss that Beth had kept her lips firmly pressed together since Cassidy had materialized at our table.
“Don’t sound too happy to see me,” Cassidy teased, and we collectively sighed. “Beth.”
“It’s Bethany to you,” Beth corrected without any inflection in her voice, and braced her arm around my shoulder.
The dude with her looked uncomfortable, and after some minutes had passed, he turned away from her, trotting back to the table where Mona and her date were chatting with Emilio.
“Guess he gets that you’re more trouble than you’re worth,” Bri remarked.
“Most guys here hadn’t been saying that when we were horizontal,” she shot back, her eyes trained on Beth.
“But they woke up,” Beth told her.
“For real,” Joel said, sounding contrite. “As my dad had told me time and time again: sometimes it’s best to go without the pussy,” he added with a sneer.
Cassidy scanned the bar; there was a group of much older, unkempt men by the counter who had taken a glimpse of her.
“What I don’t get is why Miss Prim and Proper would put herself on blast like this?” Rylan said casually.
Joel folded his arms, his copper hair down to his ears already. “Because she’s never had to beg for it.” His grimace conveyed that he’d been at Cassidy’s mercy when they’d hooked up years ago. “Now, run along to one of those men, why don’t you? I don’t think they’re real selective.”
We began digging into our meals and I didn’t catch when Cassidy returned to Mona and their dates.
***
“Stay with me tonight, or I should say, for the morning,” I told Beth as I drove into the intersection that led into two different directions—where the Pruitts resided and Bri and Gavin’s house.
Beth’s face heated. “I don’t have—”
“I’ve got extra toiletries for you. Chase knows where they are,” Bri said in a chipper tone that made Beth redden uncontrollably. “And you can wash your clothes and hang them in the backyard. They’ll be dry in no time.”
Beth surveyed Bri through the mirror. “Sleep over,” Bri insisted.
For the rest of the ride to Gavin and Bri’s house, we listened to songs on the radio. Bri had dosed off and I helped her get to the front of the house. With droopy eyes, Bri walked inside, headed up the steps, and told us to have a good night with a knowing quirk playing on her lips.
By the time we made it to my guestroom, Beth had loosened her hair and dabbed off the little makeup she had on. She glanced around the room and then her gaze settled on me. “I’d like to shower,” she said in a quiet voice.
We slowly walked into the bathroom and I pushed the door open.
***
Bethany
Chase shut the door behind him as I put the water on. I opened the cabinet next to the door and I took a bar of soap, as well as a big towel. He shed his shirt and his pants in a relaxed manner. Liquid warmth pooled between my legs.
“You don’t mind if I shower with you, do you?” he asked.
“No, you did sweat a lot at the bar, ” I reasoned with a smile. As I tested the temperature with my hands, Chase swatted my butt with a towel.
“I didn’t hear you complaining,” he said as he tugged the edges of his boxers down to reveal how defined the V from his waist down to his groin was. And I wanted to lick that area until his knees wobbled. Until he was begging me to take him into his mouth and suck him dry.
“I wasn’t.” I took my time taking off my top and his focus drifted below my face, his breath heaving in and out of his chest. I shook my finger at him. “And because you swatted my ass, I get to wash you…everywhere.”
“Babe, are you trying to call the shots?”
I really liked it when he called me babe. Chase edged closer until he was right in front of me. He lowered himself and pulled down my skirt. He tore my black thong from my mound. The pressure caused my clit to pulse. Bringing his face an inch from my little circle of pubic hair, he inhaled me, making a noise that sounded like his voice was strangled in his throat. My body flushed scarlet red.
With a self-satisfied expression, Chase pulled down his boxers and his girth protruded past his belly button and forward. A sprinkle of hair surrounded his cock. He opened the shower curtain. The lukewarm spray dampened his face. He held out his hand to me and I clutched onto him because my knees felt like jelly. His bare ass flexed as he went into the far corner of the shower.
Compared to my ex Gregory, Chase was truly magnificent with his sheer strength and an overall powerful physique. “Hand me the washcloth,” I tried with my most stern face, but Chase chuckled at me, following my command. I crouched down in order to get the bar of soap that I absentmindedly left on the edge of the shower, and lathered the washcloth. And as a consequence, his cock jerked.
“My fucking dick,” Chase said with a shake of his head.
I gripped my hand on the dial and shot him a glare. “We’re naked.” I cornered him and took his hand, and guided the tip of his index finger into my entrance. He sucked in a harsh breath and then he moistened his lips. “Fuck, babe. You drenching my fingertip,” he said, and lightly hit his head against the shower wall.
And my eyes zeroed in on his erection. I took a step backwards directly under the water and he dropped both of his hands. “Yes. That’s not from the water.” My voice came out as a hoarse whisper. “And I am gonna get wetter. This”—I gestured between us—“is how you make feel. This is not random or meaningless. It’s all you.”
“Make me clean.” His voice was faint.
I didn’t say anything because there was an intense vulnerability in his hazel gaze. His eyes hadn’t aged like they did on many men with strong features like him. And, for a split second, his hazel eyes clashed with his brutish beauty. I worked up some more foam since the lather had been washed off from the water. As I scrubbed his outsized shoulders, he pivoted so that I worked on his back as he raised his hands upwards, planting his hands on the tile walls. While his body was not bulky, the muscled planes in his back contracted as he broadened his stance for me. I pressed the washcloth onto his back, digging my fingers into it. A gratified noise escaped his lips, reverberating through his upper body. His brawny legs matched the thickness of his arms. I hung the towel over my shoulder and speedily reached for the bar of soap, and then I rubbed it between my hands. The vibe was more tranquil. I’d never met a guy who’d been insecure about how being promiscuous he had been or was. I didn’t want him to define himself by his past behavior anymore, but he had to come to terms with that on his own.
“You didn’t want any barrier in the way when you can have your hands on me alone, huh?” He gave me an easy smile. The front of his body was open to me again.
“Nope,” I said. “I couldn’t wait to get my hands on you.”
I tried to extend the heels of my feet to wash his neck and down to his chest, almost falling on my butt. He took hold
of me, his hardness coming in contact with my stomach, but I maintained eye contact with him. I gathered my bearings just when he dipped his head to me, his hands propped on my hips. As Chase kissed me voraciously, my heart thudded wildly in my chest.
Afterwards, I caught my balance and soaped up his dick, followed by his large and weighty testicles. I continued in between, over his taut buttocks. Rinsing my hands, I retrieved the washcloth again, cleansing his neck first, then his jaw and his sharp cheekbones, where he had his deep scar on the right side of his face.
Once I scrubbed his t-zone, I queried, “How’d you get your scar, Chase?”
Leaning into me, Chase put us both directly under the spray. He rubbed his forehead, the muscles in his corded neck, arms, biceps and triceps firming more than I thought possible as the soap ran over the ridges of his abdomen, down his manhood, and over his powerhouse thighs, his knees, and ankles. Gently, he took the cloth from me, and began to roughly wash his surprisingly smooth feet.
“I got into a fight,” he answered minutes later.
Worry constricted my chest. “Over what?”
“I was young and very dumb. I don’t like to revisit that time of my life,” he replied, like that was a satisfactory answer.
“I think the young and dumb part applies to a lot of people.” I paused and rinsed the washcloth. “Are you ever gonna tell me what the fight was about?”
I looked at him through the rush of water. Chase shifted his gaze to his hands. “Babe, I’d like to say yes, but I won’t lie. In general, I don’t go there and I find no good can come from thinking about what happened way back when.”
I crossed my arms over my breasts, feeling very exposed. “But you don’t think that it’s a part of you? It can’t be healthy to keep that to yourself.”
