Cocky Bastard

by Penelope Ward

  “How about a swim?” I was glad I told her to put on a suit when we left this morning. It was hot as hell.

  “Okay.”

  We walked down to the water’s edge, and I pulled my shirt off. Following my lead, she slipped out of hers, and my eyes almost bulged from my head. Fuck. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. She had on a little red string bikini top, and her fantastic tits looked like they longed to spill out. When she shimmied out of her shorts, I was blatantly leering at her and didn’t give a damn. If I couldn’t touch, I most certainly was going to get my visual fill. “I almost feel bad for you.”

  “Me? Why?”

  “Because when you finally let me have you.” I raked my eyes up and down her luscious body. “I’m going to be like a savage making up for lost time.”

  I needed to cool off, and Aubrey was coming with me. Surprising her, I bent and lifted, tossing her over my shoulder fireman style before running for the water. She screamed and kicked the entire time, but I could tell from her tone that she was smiling. I smacked her ass hard before launching us both into the water.

  Together we swam and walked along the beach until the sun set. I never wanted the day to end.

  “We should get back,” she said. “Pixy probably needs to go out.”

  “Kids. They’re always ruining a good time,” I joked.

  On the walk back, our conversation took a serious turn. “Do you want kids?”

  I answered honestly, “I never really thought about it. Until I met you. But now. I want nothing more than for you to bear my spawn.”

  She laughed. “How many do you want?”

  “Six,” I answered quickly.

  “Six?” She stopped in her tracks.

  “I have no idea why. But the thought of you pregnant does something to me. I’m getting turned on now just thinking about it.”

  “You really need help. I think you might be a sex addict.”

  “I’d be the first sex addict that hasn’t gotten laid in a few years.”

  She looked at me with sincerity. “Sorry. That must be hard.”

  “When I look at you in that bathing suit. It sure is.”

  “Do you…you know.”

  “What?”

  “You know.”

  “I don’t.” I certainly did.

  “You know. Take care of yourself.”

  “You mean like shower and get haircuts. Yes. I take care of myself. I even exercise.”

  She laughed. “You want me to say it, don’t you?”

  “You’d totally make my day, Princess.”

  We arrived on my block. I was holding her left hand, but she turned and walked backwards, taking both of mine into hers. She cocked her head to the side when she spoke. “Do you masturbate, Chance?”

  Fuck yeah. I loved hearing her even say the word. “I do. Frequently, in fact, lately. All I have to do is smell you, and my cock strains. I’d be walking around with a nasty case of blue balls if I didn’t.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  I pulled her closer to me. “You wanna know something else?”

  She bit her lip, but nodded.

  “It will all be worth it when I’m back inside of you, Princess.”

  We went into the house, and I offered Aubrey the shower first. After our day on the beach, I had sand in places there shouldn’t be. While she was in the shower, I cranked up the music, put two Coronas in the freezer to chill, and might have danced with a goat.

  I heard the faint sound of Aubrey’s voice in between verses. “Chance?”

  The full bath was in the master bedroom. I answered through the cracked door, “Everything okay?”

  “I forgot to grab a towel. Are there any in here?”

  The shower water was still running. “No. They’re in the closet out here. I’ll grab you one.”

  I picked the fluffiest, girliest looking towel I could find. Without thinking, I opened the door. The shower had glass sliders. They were foggy with steam, but I could still see her sexy silhouette. Her back was facing me, giving me a fan-fucking-tastic view of her succulent ass. I couldn’t move. My restraint was rapidly slipping through my fingers.

  When she turned around and caught me staring, she didn’t make an effort to cover up. Instead, she reached up and began to wash her breasts.

  Fucking incredible.

  I took a step toward the shower but stopped myself from going further. With the door behind me open and the cool air blowing in, the fog was getting heavier on the shower doors.

  “Princess—” The word came out a cross between a groan and a plea. “I vowed not to touch you.”

  I could barely hear her whispered words over the rain of the shower. “I know. I thought maybe…you’d like it if…I…” She paused. My girl’s walls were crumbling. She was pushing the boundaries. And it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen in my life. She said the last sentence louder and with more conviction. “I thought maybe you’d like to watch me touch myself.”

  There she is. My beautiful, sweet dirty girl.

  “Oh baby. I could go blind after watching you and never feel like I’d missed seeing anything. Will you let me help? I’ll tell you what I want you to do to yourself, and you can do it for me. That way we’ll be doing it together. Is that okay?”

  She nodded.

  “That’s good, baby. So fucking good. Would you like it if I stroked myself while I watched you?”

  “Yes.”

  I dropped my shorts and stood before her. Even if I wasn’t already fully erect, I would have been after seeing the way she was looking at me. Her eyes were glued to my cock. I watched them follow my hand as I leisurely stroked up and down.

  “This is what you do to me. Every day. I dream about being deep inside of you. In your heart and in your body. I want to suck on those beautiful nipples you’re touching. Tug them between my teeth until sweet pain shoots through every nerve in your gorgeous body.” Aubrey’s head lulled back a bit as she started to relax into my voice and her own touch. Her hands that were gently swirling around her nipples slowed, and I watched her pinch. “Harder. Pinch harder.” She did, and her lips parted as she felt it travel south.

  “Spread your legs a bit.” Without hesitation, she did as I asked. “I want to spread you out on my bed and lick every inch of you until you can barely breathe. Then I want to hear you beg for my cock. Will you do that, Aubrey. Will you beg for me?”

  “I will. I’ll beg for it.”

  “Do it. Do it now. Tell me that you want my cock, and I’ll let you put your fingers inside yourself.”

  Her hand started to travel painstakingly slowly down her body. I had to strain to hear her voice. “I dream about you being inside of me again. The way you bury yourself like you can’t get deep enough. Please. I miss you being inside of me.” Her voice was uneven, and her hand trembled as it hovered over her sweet pussy.

  “Rub your fingers along your clit. But don’t put them inside yet. I’ll tell you when.”

  Her body was sun kissed from the beach today, and her cheeks were pink from arousal. The image before me was better than anything I could possibly have imagined. I fisted my cock harder and faster. It was getting difficult to speak.

  I took two steps closer to the shower door. It took every ounce of willpower not to open it. But I needed to at least be closer to hear the jagged edge to her breath. “Please, Chance.”

  It made me wild to know she was willing to beg for me. That she wanted me inside of her as much as I longed to sink into her. “Slip two fingers inside. Keep your eyes closed and pretend it’s me. Feel my cock inside of you.”

  When her fingers disappeared, I couldn’t hold back any longer. It took less than two minutes—she was pumping in and out as fast as I was tugging at my cock. Her mouth parted, and I knew she was beginning. “Chance…”

  “Come baby. Together.” It was the most spectacular sight in the world as she became undone right before my eyes. The sound of her moaning my name as she brought herself to he
r own climax was purely erotic.

  It took a while after we both finished to regain control of our panting breaths. Eventually, Aubrey’s body went slack, and she leaned against the tiled wall of the shower. She didn’t open her eyes as I reached in and turned off the water. I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my bed. Climbing in behind her, I slipped under the sheet, careful not to press myself against her. That would be breaking the rules. And oddly, I was sated for now.

  Not fifteen minutes later, she mumbled the words ‘I’m sorry’ right before I heard the light sound of her sleep.

  I fell asleep not long after that, feeling relief and content with the woman I loved sleeping next to me in our bed.

  Unfortunately, the feeling was gone the next morning when I woke up, and it wouldn’t take me long to figure out why.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Talk about going from your highest high to your lowest low. For the first time, I realized exactly how Aubrey might have felt the moment she woke up and found that I’d abandoned her at the hotel in Vegas.

  She was gone.

  So was Pixy.

  The morning sun streamed into the loft. My heart raced as a piece of white paper on the kitchen counter caught my eye. Unfolding it, I rubbed my groggy eyes in order to read each and every word clearly.

  Chance,

  Yesterday was beyond amazing. But I got carried away last night. It proved once again that I don’t have any willpower against my attraction to you. As long as I’m with Richard, my giving in like that is not fair to him. I didn’t want to risk things going any further if I stayed another day. I’m pretty sure I can’t resist you physically anymore. I’m sorry. I know I promised you the whole weekend. I’m just trying to do the right thing.

  Crumbling the letter and throwing it across the room, I yelled, “Fuck.” My voice echoed into the empty kitchen. So, that was it? Yesterday was my final chance to make any kind of a lasting impression on her before she made a decision, and the last thing I did was jerk myself off before we passed out. After everything, that was how it was going to end? Well played, Bateman. How the hell did she even get transportation that fast back to Temecula with a goat? She must have researched an exit plan prior to agreeing to the trip. Aubrey probably had a car company on standby. “Chance took out his dick, so you can come pick me up now!”

  Feeling hopeless, I leaned my elbows against the counter and rubbed my temples. I debated whether to call her and decided against it for the time being. It was the first time since reentering her life that I had no strategy. I honestly didn’t know what to do from here.

  A couple of hours later, Adele came by after I’d called to let her know that Aubrey left.

  Pacing across the loft, I ran my hands through my hair. “I’m thinking of going back to Temecula tonight.”

  “Don’t.”

  “Don’t?”

  “Don’t.” She put her hands on my arms to stop me from pacing. “Look, I really like her. I hope that it works out, but you’ve done everything you possibly can to show her how you feel. It’s time to step back and give her the space she needs to hopefully come to the right conclusion—that you’re the one. I could see in her eyes how much she still cares about you. She was crying, for Christ’s sake. The only thing holding her back is fear of getting hurt.”

  “What if she lets fear win and ends up with dickwad?”

  “Then, you have to move on.”

  Could I move on? I couldn’t fathom wanting anyone in the same way or as badly ever again in my lifetime. But if she chose him, I knew I would have to get on with my life eventually, date other women and finally end my two year celibacy.

  She opened a package of Tim Tams and poured two tall servings of milk. Since you can’t get that brand of cookies in America, Adele had a friend from Melbourne who shipped them to her in bulk.

  I dunked one of the chocolate-covered wafers into my glass and took a bite as I spoke with my mouth full. “How the fuck am I gonna stay here wasting away in Hermosa Beach, knowing that I may never see her again if she decides to move away with him? He’s leaving in just a matter of days.”

  Adele looked confused. “How fast could she possibly move to Boston? Wouldn’t she have to sell her house, get rid of all her shit?”

  “She rents the house and mentioned that most of the furniture was there when she moved in. The biggest problem is going to be transporting our goat.”

  “You realize you said our goat, right? As in your goat, too?”

  “Fuck. I meant her goat.”

  Adele smiled sympathetically. “No, you didn’t.”

  “You’re right. I didn’t.”

  Later that evening after Adele returned to Harry’s, anger started to override all other emotions. I sent a text to Aubrey.

  Chance: The chase is over. I’m giving you the space you want. If you need me, you know where to find me.

  She sent a simple response.

  Aubrey: Thank you.

  I was pretty damn proud of myself the first few days of that following week. I didn’t call or text Aubrey and kept occupied at home in Hermosa Beach, working on a new junk art project and taking care of some long neglected repairs around the house. Even though I was keeping busy, deep down, I was miserable.

  It was hard not to contact her, but I’d been taking my sister’s advice, keeping my distance in the hopes that Aubrey would make the right decision on her own.

  As the end of the week neared, I was starting to grow impatient. One night, while trying unsuccessfully to distract myself with an episode of Top Gear, I impulsively broke my vow and texted her.

  Chance: You there?

  Aubrey: I’m here.

  Chance: Hi

  Aubrey: Sorry I haven’t been in touch.

  Chance: It’s fine. I’ve been intentionally staying away so you can sort your head out.

  Aubrey: Are you back in Temecula?

  Chance: No. There’s nothing for me there besides you, and I’m giving you space. My home is here. Although, now that you’ve been here, it doesn’t seem whole anymore without you.

  Aubrey: I’m sorry that you regret taking me home.

  Chance: The only thing I regret is not bursting through that shower door, Princess.

  She didn’t immediately respond. A few minutes later, my phone vibrated.

  Aubrey: Thank you for not doing that.

  Chance: You would still be here if I had.

  Aubrey: Is that right?

  Chance: You might have trouble walking, but you’d still be here.

  Aubrey: I see.

  She never texted back, so I typed again.

  Chance: Are you okay?

  Aubrey: Yes. I can’t text much more. I promise to call you this weekend.

  Chance: Is he there with you?

  Aubrey: Yes

  Jealousy hit me like a ton of bricks. There was that voice again that sounded awfully like Mum. “Get off your hiney and get your woman!” Suddenly, it just clicked. What was keeping me here? Pride? Fuck pride. She was all that mattered. Getting her back was more important.

  I was not okay. This was not okay. I knew in my heart that she loved me. I could see it in her eyes. She was just scared of getting hurt again. Sitting back like this was only giving him the upper hand. If I was going to let her go, it sure as hell wasn’t going to be without a fight. I needed to be near her.

  Change of plans.

  Grabbing my keys, I got into my truck and hit the highway toward Temecula. The road was barren, so I was going about eighty-five miles per hour.

  The plan was to spend the night at the motel and be ready bright and early for whatever the day held. I wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring. I just knew that I was going to be there with her till the end, regardless of how it turned out.

  I’m in for the fucking long haul, Princess.

  I turned the radio onto an instrumental channel for the entire ride. My nerves couldn’t seem to handle anything else.

  It was late by the tim
e I finally got to the motel. By some miracle, I fell asleep. I wanted to be parked at Jefferson bright and early in the morning to get her breakfast. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

  The next day started out normally. The hustle and bustle outside of Aubrey’s office building was just like usual. When I walked into Starbucks to place her breakfast order, it became abundantly clear that this was no ordinary morning.

  “G’day, Melanie.”

  “Chance. I thought you left town.”

  “I’m back.”

  “I’m surprised.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “You don’t know?”

  “Know what?”

  “Aubrey’s last day was yesterday. She came in to say goodbye to us.”

  What?

  “She’s not here anymore?”

  “No. I’m sorry. I thought you guys were friends now. So, I figured you knew she quit her job.”

  “Friends. Yeah. We are. She must have neglected to mention that little piece of information, though. Did she say where she was going?”

  “She just said she quit and wouldn’t be seeing us every morning anymore.”

  Scratching my chin, I stared into space trying to absorb that news.

  Melanie interrupted my thought process. “Can I get you anything?”

  Without even paying attention, I said, “Sure. A nonfat three-pump vanilla latte, low foam and extra hot.”

  “You’re getting Aubrey’s drink?”

  “Uh…yeah.” I hadn’t even realized that I’d ordered it. “Why not?” I shrugged. “For old time’s sake.”

  As I sat at the corner table, swirling the foamy milk around in my cup, I tried to convince myself that her leaving the job and not telling me didn’t necessarily mean that she’d chosen to move to Boston with Dick. I could have texted her, but a part of me wasn’t ready for the answer. Maybe she only decided to quit, seeing as though the firm was shutting down anyway. Either way, this would likely be my last hurrah at the Starbucks that served as the backdrop for my time here with Aubrey. I wouldn’t be spending any more mornings stalking her on Jefferson if she didn’t work here anymore. I emptied my wallet of the cash inside and stuffed over a hundred dollars in the tip jar.