by Maya James
Seriously, I'm going to piss my pants!
"Well, you've come to the right girls for help," I manage to choke out between gasps of laughter. "Have you ever just hooked up with a guy, no strings, just one night?"
"Well—no—but, dammit, it's time I grew up. You went and got a life. I just want the same thing."
"Fair enough," I tell her.
The front door opens. I give it no reaction whatsoever, but Melissa jerks her head in that direction the way most anyone would. Me, I simply raise my glass and take a sip while my eyes eventually make their way to the mirror; the Four Guys are finally here. I turn to them and wave and each one of them says hello.
"Who are they?" Melissa asks, a strong interest in her voice.
"Just a few guys that always come in, regulars like me and Justin. Why, which one do you like?" I tease.
"I have to pick one?" she snickers. She tossed her brown hair as easily as the flirtatious smile she gives them.
Do I even know this girl?
I'm glad to see her like this. She spent so much time in her shell growing up, just like me.
The front door swings open a second time. I'm already facing that way, and I recognize the man strolling in from his picture. No one can know I was expecting him, though, just in case, so I turn my head away.
"That's him," I whisper to Melissa.
This is where I need her tonight. She needs to get him over here, so this looks innocent on my part.
The color runs from her face quickly.
"Relax," I whisper again, trying to calm her. "Just think of it as practice for all the guys you have to meet while you're here."
She lets out a shy little giggle.
I watch in the mirror as she finds the courage to face the guy and smile. He looks lost, glancing around the room looking for someone that he doesn't even know.
Behind us, I see the guy that has been watching from a table. His eyes are on us, taking in everything. He sees Melissa, watches her intentionally smiling at this new person standing in the foyer.
He smiles back at Melissa and heads for us.
The guy at the table finally catches my eyes in the mirror and knows that I'm on to him. His face turns white and his eyes drop to the table nervously. Something must be decided, I can see his wheels spinning. Quickly, he throws a few bills on the tabletop, stands and walks out without looking at us again.
What the fuck?
There's no time to wonder what the hell that was about; I have to concentrate on the meeting—my meeting.
"Charity?" he asks Melissa.
"Have a seat," she says, not denying or confirming who she is as she motions to the empty chair on the opposite side of her, further away from me. It needs to look like he's talking to her, not me. I can never be sure where Justin has eyes.
He sits next to her. "Thank you for reaching out," he says in a pleasant voice. "I've always wondered what happened, why it ended."
He's almost as hard to look at as Justin, with piercing blue eyes and handsome features just like his picture had promised. No wedding rings or any sign that one sits on that finger.
I really like how this is starting.
"It just wasn't a good time back then," I reply without looking at him.
He understands who is who now, that I'm being careful. Melissa simply smiles politely.
"So the "it's not you, it’s me" speech I got back then was actually true?"
He made all of us smile. "Maybe the first time in history for that, but yeah," I joked.
His shoulders relaxed. "So, is it a better time now?"
"On that end it is, yes, but what about you?" I ask. "I'm not doing this unless it's good for everyone. Are you just satisfying some curiosity, or is this possible?"
"It's very possible. It's the only thing possible. I've been completely shut off since then, broken. I'm not convinced I've taken a single breath until I received your email, and now I'm not breathing again because I’m terrified to get my hopes up. I couldn't take it if it happens again, not if I'm all in."
I nod my head. I understand exactly what he means.
"There's nothing—no one—stopping me, though; and that's really what you want to know, isn't it?" he asks.
Melissa nods an eager yes, and she's not even fully vested in this. I guess in some way she is now; I got her heart involved.
"Good," I say. "Is there anything else, anything that has changed or that we should know?"
"Not on my end," he answers.
"Not on this end, either," I add with smile. This was actually going to have a shot at working.
"Now," he starts, "what do we do?"
TRISHA CAME IN LOOKING as hot as ever rocking a pair of Tory Burch Boots, blue jeans, and a black DKNY knit. I'm nearly convinced she would look good wrapped up in toilet paper.
Melissa was hysterically laughing in less than one minute. I'm disappointed; it was thirty seconds longer than I thought it would take.
"How's Sam?" I ask as the three of us sit around a table in the back.
"Hot and wonderful," she said. "Oh my God—look what he got me for Christmas!" She holds a round diamond pendant out toward us.
"Oh, Trisha, it's beautiful," I breathe.
"Stunning," Melissa adds.
I wish someone had taken care of her for the holiday. Of course she isn't saying a word, but I know my friend. Everyone around her has someone. She's happy for us, that's not the problem. It's that she's sad for herself, too.
"So, you, Melissa, talk. What flavor do you like?" Trisha demands through her cute little girl smile.
Melissa releases a controlled giggle. "Anything hot," she answers.
"Gonna need more than that, girl," Trisha says flatly. "Give me a live reference. Pick some guys from here, at least someone for direction if you don't think any are worthy of the Secret Society of Women Warriors."
"The what?" Melissa laughs.
Trisha's face snaps toward me, shocked. "She hasn't heard him say it yet," I say with a shrug.
Trisha laughs, surprised. Melissa is lost and looking left out. "Justin calls her Warrior. If you haven't heard it yet, you will. It's adorable, really."
I feel the redness seep into my face.
Fuck that, own it!
"So let's go, give me some examples. Anyone here interest you?" Trisha continues.
"She had her eye on the Four Guys before you got here," I toss in. "Her eyes were all over them when they came in." I don’t even have to look at her to know that she’s delightfully shocked and upset at me throwing her under the bus.
"Yeah?" Trisha breaths, excited. "I love the Four Guys, they're sweethearts, really, really nice guys. Which one does it for you?"
She's so embarrassed and trying hard not to be. "I haven't narrowed it down yet," Melissa confesses.
"Maybe they need a little friendly competition between them," I tease, giving Trisha an idea.
"Right," Trisha barks. I knew she would get it. "If she can't decide, let's make them decide." She stands up quickly, before Melissa can stop her.
"What are you doing?" Melissa chokes through her surprise, her little doe eyes wide and scared.
Trisha pretends to be innocent. "Nothing, just getting us drinks, something stronger this time. Mind erasers?"
Both of us scream "NO" at the same time, laughing at ourselves.
"Cherry bombs it is, then," Trisha says contently as she turns away from us without waiting for an answer.
"What the hell is a cherry bomb?" Melissa asks through a sharp laugh.
"I'm not sure," I answer. "But I'm guessing it's going to hurt."
"She is fucking crazy, you were right."
I tap my wine glass against hers. "Told ya."
We're still laughing while we watch Trisha order the drinks. She suddenly, ever so innocently, strikes up a conversation with the Four Guys. She knows them from serving them, but she has an agenda now.
"What the fuck is she doing?" Melissa asks, her voice low and monotone.
I've heard her nervous voice before, but this time it really makes me laugh.
"Her magic," I say nonchalantly. I can see a mix of fear and thrill in Melissa’s face. She absolutely wants this just as long as at least one of them is interested. Melissa grabs her glass and gulps it empty.
Justin still makes me feel like that; those green eyes of his make me feel so small and so big at the same time. I expect to be nothing, insignificant to his glowing strength and attractiveness. He dominates a room by stepping into it, drawing in all the attention. But that's not what I find in his eyes when I look; I find myself there. I find him looking at me the same way I'm looking at him. His eyes show me a softness they never show anyone else.
I miss him.
My phone is by me on the table, at least until I scoop it up and open its screen. Maybe it's not cool on a girls night out, but I text him anyway.
"Having fun with the girls, but I miss you. MWAH."
I put it down, not expecting he'll see it for a while. But it chimes a moment later.
"Love and adore you, Warrior."
That makes me smile.
Trisha is heading back with our drinks, using a small tray. There are three larger glasses and three shot glasses all perfectly balanced on her hand.
"Just like Jager Bombs, girls. Toss the shot in and chug'em back." She picks up hers waiting for us to toast with her so that we can't chicken out.
"What did you tell them?" Melissa begs impatiently.
Trisha ignores her. "Glasses up ladies."
I laugh at Melissa's torture. I know its evil, but it's so damn funny. We oblige and raise our glasses.
"To the Warriors," Trisha says.
We kick back the drinks and the drinks kick back on us. "Holy shit!" I growl.
"Yep. Cherry bomb." That's all Melissa could say before her voice cuts out, still recovering from the alcohol burn.
We pile the empty glasses back on the tray so that our waitress could take it away when she comes by.
"By the way, those were on the Four Guys," Trisha tells us. "They insisted."
They waved at us when we turned to thank them. Really, they waved at Melissa.
"Okay; tell her before she pops," I say to Trisha.
She throws her head backward and laughs. "I didn't have to say anything. They asked me about her."
I don't know what's more obvious right now, Melissa's blushing or her smile.
"They were already arguing over who gets to hit on you. I did tell them you were interested and available, so they have to make up their mind soon."
"You did not!" Melissa snaps.
"Of course I did," Trisha giggles. "I don't play around. I'm hookin' my girl up. I told them we'd come say hello after we eat."
Our waitress came, a friend of Trisha's, and took the tray. She offered to get us a bottle of wine for the table and she got Melissa a menu, too.
Melissa glanced over at the guys and all four of them smile at her. She's ecstatic and trying to hold it in. We order and eat, and the flirtatious smiles continue the entire time. One of them even paid for our bottle of wine.
After the food was done, we went back to the bar. The Four Guys had kept a place for us next to them as the place got busier. Trisha got Melissa right into the swing of it, and the guys are falling all over her.
I sent a text to Justin, telling him about the guys and how wonderful it was to see Melissa having such a great time. He didn’t respond for a bit and I am trying not to let that bother me, but I feel a little lonely without him.
A short time later, with Melissa now surrounded by the guys and Trisha completely being her cheerleader, I see Tony, Justin's driver, step into the Grill. He moves straight for me, his short legs trying to keep up with himself, which freaks me out before he even gets to me.
"Mr. Collins would like to see you outside for a moment," he whispers so that no one can hear him but me.
I nod, thinking Tony is going to escort me. Instead he turns his short, stocky body toward the bar and orders a soda.
Oh shit!
I don't know what I did, but Justin is obviously not happy with me. My mind reels. I wonder if he doesn't like me and the girls talking to the Four Guys when he's not with us.
Then I remember the guy that had been watching me and Melissa earlier, and I think he might have been working for Justin, keeping me safe. Maybe Justin just got word about the man we met with earlier.
I grab my coat and slip away unnoticed as the girls are laughing. The door handle makes my hand tremble. Justin's limo is parked along the side road on the corner. I can't see in, not through his dark windows, but I head for it anyway.
My fucking shoes sound too loud.
And why is it taking so damn long to get there?
Finally, I can reach the door. I pull it open and lean down. I can see him, but his face doesn't tell me anything.
"Come on in," he says. That was definitely his JP voice.
Fuck!
I get in and close the door nervously. It's very warm inside.
Suddenly his hands are reaching up under my dress and grabbing my panties. I hear the fabric tear. He literally rips them off me.
"Justin, what—"
"Shut up," he demands wickedly. His smile alone wakes my sexual urges. His fingers slide through my soft folds, and my clit instantly swells.
"I'm going to make you cum. I'm going to smack your ass and ram my fingers into you until you're finished. You're going to explode all over my fingers, and then you're going back in there with your friends as if nothing happened. Your ass will still be stinging. Your clit will still be throbbing. But you're going to be smiling, and that's all I want from you."
He pulls my clit from its hood and rubs it with a thumb, strumming it like a guitar string. A passionate fire roars to life in my stomach and groin. Justin grabs my leg and turns me half over, my face buried into the seat. He lifts my dress all the way up to expose my ass.
Whack!
The sting makes me moan as it drips around my thigh into my openings. "Again!" I plead.
Whack!
He spreads my ass and thighs and forces his other hand through my crevice. He finds my wet opening waiting eagerly for him, wanting him to fill it with his plunging fingers.
Whack!
Justin rams my G-spot, stabbing at it in unexpected, relentless jabs that make me shout in pleasure.
Whack! Whack!
"I love the way your skin feels in my palm and how red it gets," his voice thunders.
Whack!
Christ! It feels so fucking good and I can't stifle my screams. I can only hope no one is walking by the car.
His fingers move so quickly I can feel my pussy shaking and my G-spot howling. He squeezes my burning ass as if he has no control, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't.
Whack!
That was one last spank and now he's flipping me back. He knows the rhythm of my body. My climax is pounding, making my body quake. I'm close and he knows it.
He pulls his fingers out of me and shoves them in his mouth, reveling in my taste. He sucks them dry and rams them back in again.
There is a fire in his eyes now. He knows we don't have time to play, and he just wants me done and satisfied.
His skilled and tremendously strong hands bombard my pleasure zones. Two fingers are in me stroking my G-spot up and down while his others hold me open to him, stretching and exposing my clitoris, rolling it under the vigorous pressure of his fingertips.
"Cum for me!" Justin demands.
My ass can still feel the sting of his hand as it hits me, arching right off the car seat.
"I'm cumming! Aw fuck, I'm cumming! Don't stop!"
"I won't, Warrior. Let it happen. Cum for me!"
I do exactly as he said and let it happen. My juices rush out of me like a river, dripping over his fingers. My hips buck up and down, humping his working hands. I grab the seatback for leverage.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I scream as I finally hit the peak, feeling ev
erything flow out of me under a wave of relief and wonderfulness, amazed at how incredible he can make me feel. My hips slow, matching pace with my breathing, until I have control of myself again.
Justin takes his hands off me. The look in his eyes makes me swoon. Without words, I sense his love and desire, his animalistic lust, and I know I will always feel wanted by him.
He smiles deviously. "Now get the fuck out of my car."
That makes me smile.
"Go back to your friends and try to hide your orgasm. With your ass burning, soaking wet between your legs, and your face and chest completely flushed red—see if you can hide it."
I kiss him and get out, heading back to the Grill unable to stop my tattling smile. I'm not going to be able to hide it.
Fuck it! I'll wear it with honor.
I walked back in with my head high. They're still talking to the guys. No one had seen me leave, or even noticed I was gone, but Trisha sees me coming back in.
"Where were you?" she snaps, confused. She steps closer to me, noticing my grin.
Tony sees me, downs the end of his soda, and blows by us without any acknowledgment at all.
"Justin stopped by," I tell her blissfully.
"You dirty slut," she breathes through a wide smile of her own. "I'm so fucking jealous. He gave you an orgasm, didn't he? I can totally see it; holy shit!"
I'm waiting for her to get mad.
"You've just perfected girl’s night out!" she cheers. "Get the juices flowing; get your drunk on, food, then have your man take care of your business and then have him get the hell back out of the way. You're a true warrior, girl."
Trisha throws her arms around me and hugs me tight. Of course I hug her back as I laugh at the ease in which she makes insanity sound perfectly normal.
"So, how's it going over there?" I ask, motioning toward Melissa.
Trisha lets me go. "She has them eating out of her hands like hungry puppies. She's a damn natural."
"Anyone one of them pulling ahead yet?" I ask, referring to the men.
"Tommy, the one sitting closest to her, they seem to be talking the most. Turns out he has family in Pittsburgh, and that's near your home town or something."
"Wow, yeah. That's only thirty minutes away," I tell her.
