by Shelly Jones
“Alright. Fair enough. Can I call you later?”
“That’s fine.” I say looking away from him.
“Alright then. Well Harlie, shall we go home?”
“Yep! Hey, Miss Hayes you should come over again. I had a lot of fun with you!”
“Yeah, Miss Hayes you should.” Xander says with a cocky ass smile across his face.
I give them a small smile. “We’ll see.” They say their good byes and leave.
“Bastard!” I say under my breath.
It’s been three weeks since Xander and I slept together and I’ve managed not to have that “talk” with him nor have I seen him outside of school. I’ve kept busy with school, hanging out with my cousin and spending time with Reese when Blake and Xander are at work. I can look at him now when he picks up Harlie and have no feelings for him, but there are still nights that he haunts my dreams. Those are the nights I hate.
I’m going out with Reese, Kayla and Sam tonight. These three have become my close friends here in Phoenix, even though they’re all connected to Xander. Before we go out I have to make my final visit to the tattoo shop for my final tattoo. After that night, something inside me felt different like I was reborn or some shit like that. So, I decided to get tattooed. It started off with a small cross tattoo with a heart in the middle on my wrist. Mel flipped her lid. She told me my dad was going to go crazy; I love it though. It reminds me of where I come from. Then, I wanted more. I found two more I liked a lot, the first one I had inked on my left side trailing along my ribcage and tonight I’m getting the right side done. No one even knows I’ve gotten more ink, not even Mel. I’ll show it to her, probably tonight. She’s going to shit and my parents will flip out when they find out, if they find out.
After three hours in the chair, Meadow is finally done. She has me look at it, and I couldn’t be happier.
“This is awesome! Thank you so much.”
“Hey, no problem. Come back to me if you want anymore. Ok?”
I start laughing, “Yeah, I’ll be back for sure. I just need to give my checking account a rest.”
I finishing paying and say my goodbyes.
I run home and change. I’ve chosen a pair of boot cut jeans, my black platform heels with my white halter top.
“You ain’t no country girl tonight!” I say looking at myself in the mirror. I’ve changed so much in the five months that I’ve lived here, but I like my changes. I feel like I’m finally growing up and finding myself.
“Emily? You home?” Mel says coming into my room.
“Hey. What’s up?” I ask.
“Nothing, I thought you were going out tonight.”
“I am, just finished getting ready.” I reply, finishing up my make-up. I come out of my bathroom and Mel’s jaw hits the floor.
“Holy fuck, Em!”
“What?”
“You’re hot. Wow, I’m not used to this look on you. You don’t look like my cousin.”
“I’m the same girl. Just a different look tonight.” I wink at her and walk past her.
She follows me to the kitchen and we talk for a bit.
I hear Reese honk the car horn. “Ok, well I’m out of here. I’ll see you later.” I give Mel a quick hug and grab my purse and walk out the front door. I get into the backseat for Reese’s Ford Explorer. Kayla is in the backseat with me. She’s dressed in jeans, high heels and a mint green blouse. Her red hair is pulled off to the side in a ponytail. “Sexy bitch!” Kayla says.
“Oh shush! I am not.”
“The fuck you aren’t. Damn girl!” Reese says.
We get to the first bar, Reese is dressed in jeans, a blouse and heels, with her brown hair down in curls. Sam is dressed in a red cotton maxi dress and white wedge sandals. Her black hair is pulled back into a ponytail.
The bar was totally boring, so we hit up four others and absolutely nothing was going on.
“I hate even mentioning this, but should we go to Harley’s?” Sam asks.
My stomach about took a nose dive. Shit! “I don’t know. Em, are you ok if we go?” Reese asks me.
“I honestly haven’t given it much thought. I’ve managed to keep Xander and I’s contact to school.” I let out my breath.
“Well let’s go and see our men and then we’ll leave and go find a place to have a few drinks and relax.”
“You guys, we can have a couple of drinks there. It’s fine.” I say, but I’m lying. I have no idea if this is going to be ok. Fuck!
We pull up in front of the bar and it’s hard to tell but it doesn’t look busy, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. Good thing, so I don’t run into whoever he’s been banging. Bad thing, he’ll be free. What if he wants to talk or come and hangs out by us? Ugh. Fuck this!
“It’ll be ok.” Reese says wrapping her arm around me.
I take a deep breath and blow it out. Ok. “Let’s do this.” I say walking in.
There’s five customers in the bar, all four of them old guys and one woman who looks to be in her forties maybe. The minute we walked in, his eyes connected with mine. At first, they looked shocked to see me, and then he seemed to be happy.
I haven’t been in this bar since that night. I start to look around and my eyes land on the pool table. “Fuck.” I say under my breath.
“What?” Reese heard me.
“Nothing.”
“Ah shit! No? You didn’t here?”
I didn’t make eye contact with her.
“Why didn’t you say something? Come on, let’s go.”
“No, Reese. I’ll be fine. I swear.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’ll be fine. I got this!” I smile at her.
“Ok, if you say so. I swear to God I want to smack him upside the head right now.”
I let out a giggle and we walk over to where the girls are sitting.
“Shots!” Kayla says.
“Hell, yes!” I say.
“Hey girls, so what can I get you?” Xander says taking our order.
“Shots! Blowjob shots to be exact.” Kayla says.
“Oh shit!” He lets out a laugh.
He bring backs the shots and like good girls, we swallow every ounce of them. I walk up the bar and order a round of beers from him.
“Alright, I’ll bring them over.”
“K, thanks!” I smile and walk over to the jukebox and put money into it and pick my song. “Somethin’ Bad” By Carrie Underwood and Miranda Lambert comes on. I walk back over to the girls and we sing and dance to the song. I know everyone is watching us and I don’t care. I almost want him to watch me, so he knows what he’s throwing away. I look over my shoulder and see Xander, Blake and Billy are watching and laughing.
“Hey pervs! Quit watching us!” Sam shouts at them.
“Baby, you’re in my bar. I can look all I want.” I hear Xander’s voice. The way he said it, made me go weak in the knees and there’s a warmth between my legs. Bastard, I think to myself.
“Hey Em,” Blake says coming over and giving me a hug.
“Hey.” I smile.
The girls want to play pool, but I just can’t bring myself to going over there into that corner, so I sit out.
“I’ll be right back.” I whisper in Reese’s ear. I walk across the bar and out the front door. I need to get away from the looks and just get away for a few minutes. I stand outside by the door for a few seconds before it opens and someone steps out.
“You ok?” He asks.
“I’m fine, Xander. Just needed some fresh air.”
“You look amazing tonight.”
“Thanks.” My tone is short and to the point
“I can’t stop thinking about that night, Emily.” He says quietly.
I start to shake my head. “Don’t. Don’t you fucking dare! You told me there’s no chance for us, because you’re bad news and blah blah blah. So just shove it, Xander!” I raise my voice. I don’t dare tell him he haunts my dreams at night, and the only reason why I’m ge
tting tattoos is because the pain from the needles is keeping me from feeling the pain of not being with him.
I’m leaning up against the wall when he stands in front of me, one hand on each side of my face. He’s close to me, so close I can feel his breath on me, I can smell his scent and motherfucker does he smell good, perfect blend of leather and musk.
“You can’t tell me you haven’t thought about it.” He leans into my ear.
I’m trying to be strong and be a bitch, but with him so close to me, I can’t help but feel weak.
“So what if I’ve thought about it? Does it change anything?” I ask, feeling completely helpless.
He lifts my chin so I’m looking into his eyes, I lick my lips. “What, Xander?” I whisper.
He doesn’t say anything, just leans in and kisses me. Hard, rough and oh-so-fucking hot. And just like that, this bastard has total control over me, yet again. I can’t move, I need to get away from him, but yet I’m not fighting him because I don’t want too. I want him.
FOLLOWING EMILY OUTSIDE, I knew it was wrong, but having her pinned up against this wall, tasting her again, everything just seems so right. I stop kissing her and pull back. What the fuck am I doing? I think to myself looking down at her. Fuck, she’s beautiful.
“What?” She snaps at me bringing me out of my own thoughts. “Why do you do this to me? Don’t you fucking get it? I was doing fine. I had moved on from that night. Hell, I was even fine walking into this bar until I saw the pool table, and then you do this to me! Why, Xander? Why?” She shouts at me.
“You really want to know why Emily?”
“Yeah, I do! Why did you just kiss me?” She snarled at me.
“Because I haven’t stopped thinking about that night and seeing you tonight looking like a fucking goddess, it’s taking everything in me not to take you to my office and fuck you! That’s why!”
She just stood there staring at me and then tears pricked her eyes. “Damn it!” I say under my breath.
“What?” She asks.
“You, you’re crying again. See this is why we would never work, because all I do is make you cry. I need to keep my fucking distance from you, but do you know how hard it is Emily?”
She just stares at me. “Do you?!” I demand. She doesn’t say anything. I lift up her chin making her look at me. “You’re the flame and I’m the moth. I know it’s wrong, but I honestly don’t know how long I’m going to be able to keep my distance.”
“Then don’t. Let me be your fuck buddy. It can be our secret.” She says innocently.
I start laughing “Are you kidding me? Emily, you don’t have it in you.”
“Try me!” She growls.
I start pacing back and forth. “I’ve got to go inside.” I say walking into the bar. I just left her standing out there by herself. I can’t believe she just offered to be my fuck buddy. This is insane! Have I slept with other women since that night? No! Have I tried? Many fucking times, and I can’t do it. They’re not her, they’re not Emily. “Fuck!” I shout in the back room and kick a box.
“Dude, are you ok?” Blake comes into the back room.
“No, no I’m not. She . . . She . . . Ugh! She’s out there looking all fucking hot and . . . Oh my god, I can’t think when she’s around me. I become this fucking pussy who’s whipped. Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?!”
Fucker just stands there and laughs at me. “Fuck you! This isn’t funny. Oh and you wanna know something? She fucking offered to be my fuck buddy. F.U.C.K. buddy! Why? Why would she do that? Oh my god, I need to get out of here. I can’t be around her!”
“Xander, it’s okay, man!”
“What’s ok?”
“Welcome to being in love.”
“Fuck you! I fucked her once! I have hung out with her just a few times. This is not love. This is fucking puppy dog crush, puppy love. Whatever the fuck you call it!” Ass hole is laughing at me. “It’s not funny!”
“I know it’s not, but in the twenty years I’ve know you. I’ve never seen you this way. Not even with Tessa.” He says and walks back into the bar area.
I run my hands through my hair and pace back and forth, I take a deep breath a blow it out and walk back into the bar area.
“Where is she?” I ask Blake looking around and I can’t find any of the girls.
“Reese went to take Emily home and then they all decided to leave. Emily was pissed off. Like bad pissed off. She looked like she was ready to punch something or someone. I almost offered to come get you.”
“Fuck off. I didn’t do anything. I stopped shit from going any further.”
“Just go already. Go do whatever it is you got to do, but Xander I’m warning you. You hurt her, I will hurt you!”
“Whatever, Blake.” I tell him and walk out. Fuck him!
I walk outside, get on my Harley, put my helmet on and take off. I drive around the city not exactly sure of where I’m going. Well I know where I want to go, but I know it’s a huge mistake, but I end up parked in front of her house, the tan stucco style single family house with brown trim. Front yard is a typical Arizona house with rocks in it instead of grass. The porch light is on and so is the light in the front room. Emily’s black Chevrolet Cobalt is parked out front. It’s an older car, probably 2005 or older. In my opinion, she needs a new car, but it’s none of my business.
I’m sitting out here, staring at the front door, not sure what I want to do.
“Fuck it!” I take off my helmet, get off my bike and start walking to her door. I take a deep breath, blow it out and knock on the door. “Fuck.” I say under my breath.
She swings open the door and her eyes widen when she sees me. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Because I want you!” I lean in and kiss her.
She pushes me back. “Why? I thought you didn’t want me.”
“That’s a lie and you know it. I want you, but I know you’re too good for me.”
“I don’t fucking get you.”
“Let me have you one more night and then I’ll leave you alone.” I whisper.
“Xander, I told you outside the bar. I’ll be your fuck buddy.”
I give her a smile. “Baby, you don’t have it in you to be my fuck buddy!”
“Is it that you don’t think I have it in me? Or is that you’re afraid you’re going to fall in love with me?”
I already think I’m in love with you! Damn it! I think to myself. “I don’t do love Emily. So what’s it going to be? Make me leave, or do I get one more night?”
She stands there staring at me smiling, biting her bottom lip. “You can have me . . .” Is all I allow her to say and then I grab her and start kissing her. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. “Take me to my bedroom. Second bedroom on the right.” She says in between kisses.
Once we’re in her room, I close the door with my foot and get her on her bed, she lets go of my neck and lands on the bed. While she’s climbing backwards, I’m ripping my shirt off and unbuttoning my jeans. By the time I’m in just my boxers, she’s laying on her purple comforter in her black bra and matching panties. God damn it she’s beautiful! I think to myself. I lick my lips, kneel on the bed and crawl towards her.
“You sure, Emily?”
“Yeah, I’m sure, Xander.” She quietly says.
I lean in and kiss her, my hands wander to her breast. Fucking bras. I hate these fuckers. I say in my head and it was almost as if she read my mind, because with one hand she unhooked her bra, releasing those beautiful breasts. With one hand I work on one of them, kneading her breast, pinching her nipple ’til it’s hard. Then I do the same to the other one. While kissing her, her hands wander down to my chest and then up my spine. She’s letting out these moans that are driving me insane. Releasing her lips from mine, I travel down and devour her breast with my mouth. The moans and sounds are getting louder and she screams my name. I stop and look up at her, “Did you just come baby?” I ask with a smirk.
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nbsp; She nods her head yes.
“Good, there’s more to come.” I tell her and go back to sucking and nibbling her breast. Blowing on her nipples making them hard, I start to make my way down to her pussy, when I notice something on her rib cage. I trace it with my fingers. She’s got a tattoo of a bird with writing in the body and wings. “She flies with her own wings in Latin” She says.
“I like it,” I tell her kissing the tattoo. It’s still new, there’s still some scabbing and redness.
“There’s another one . . .” She says, shifting her body so I look at the other side. This one is a black bird feather with purple and blue shading and birds flying out of the feather.
“Nice, Emily. Very ‘unlike’ you.” I wink at her.
“Are we going to finish or are you just going to lay there and talk about what’s ‘unlike’ me?!”
I laugh a little but don’t say a word, ripping off her panties, my mouths goes right to work. She tastes so fucking good. Watching her arch her back and she screams out my name, not once, but twice.
“That’s three . . .” I say quietly crawling back up to her.
“Roll over, it’s my turn.” She tells me biting her bottom lip.
I do as I’m told and roll onto my back taking her with me. She’s now laying on top of me. We’re kissing and she starts to travel down my neck, to my chest and working her way down. My cock is so fucking hard, I feel like it’s about to fucking explode.
She takes off my boxers and releases me. Her eyes light up, not sure if that’s a good or a bad thing. She smiles up at me and takes her tongue and licks my cock like a Popsicle. She wraps her lips around my cock and she goes deeper than I’ve ever had a chick go down on me before.
Holy fuck this might just be the best fucking blow job ever! I shout in my head, even with her using some teeth.
“Emily, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing this.” And with that being said, she stopped. “What the fuck?” I say under my breath. Before I know it, she’s straddled me and has me inside her.
She leans in and kisses, “I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to fuck you tonight.” She says against my lips and sits straight up.
