by Jessie Cooke
“I’ll try.”
Scar laughed again and said, “I like you…what’s your name?”
“Angel.”
“Angel. It suits you. What’s your last name, Angel?”
“No last name, just Angel.” Jace thought Angel was a perfect name for her. He wouldn’t be surprised to find out that she had a pair of wings tucked underneath all of that leather.
“I reckon that’s not something I can argue with,” Scar was saying. “Folks call me Scar…for the obvious reasons. Where you from, Angel? Heaven?” Scar was saying out loud what Jace was thinking. It just sounded ridiculous and corny. Angel apparently thought so too. She rolled her eyes and took another drink of her beer.
“Originally,” she told him with a grin, obviously meaning heaven. Then she said, “But I live in Boston now.”
“What are you doing way out here?”
She shrugged. “Just passing through,” she told him. “You live around here?”
“Here and there,” he said. Angel sipped her beer again and the jukebox switched from country music to Journey, belting out a love song from the eighties. “I love this song! Dance with me, darlin’?” Scar was laying it on thick. Darlin’? Who does he think he is, Dax?
“No thank you. I don’t dance.”
“Aw, come on, baby girl…” Jace almost laughed when suddenly, as if he’d conjured him, Dax was standing behind Angel, but looking at Scar.
“Scar, let the lady alone. You act like an untrained dog sometimes.” Without a word, or even a look, Scar got up and moved down a few stools. Angel was looking up at Dax and even from the corner of his eye Jace could tell she was impressed. He could also tell that Dax was claiming her and no other man in the bar would approach her the rest of the night, at least if he knew what was good for him.
“Hey there, beautiful,” Dax said.
“The name is Angel.”
Dax laughed and said what Jace had been thinking, “Of course it is.”
“It really is. I mean, well, my parents named me Angela, but everyone calls me Angel.”
Dax straddled the stool Scar had previously occupied and said:
“Well then, I’m glad to meet you, Angel.” Holding out his hand he said, “Dax.” Angel touched his hand and then seemed to jerk hers back like maybe she’d gotten burned, but she said:
“Nice to meet you, Dax.” Dax hadn’t asked for a thing, but the goofy little bartender obviously knew what the president liked. He placed a beer and a shot in front of him and Jace saw him pick up the shot and down it, then Jace had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing as he heard Dax say:
“I swear I’ve never said this to a woman in my life…but what’s a girl like you doing in a dive like this?” Jace was wondering that himself. Some of the girls in the bar were hot, but something about Angel exuded a class that seemed out of place between the walls of the broken-down establishment.
She smiled and told Dax, “I was just driving, trying to clear my head. I came up on it so I thought I’d stop in and have a drink. It’s not so bad.”
“Well, I for one can’t say as I’m sorry that you did. Where are you from, darlin’?” Dax asked her. Jace so envied him for always knowing exactly what to say, and not choking on it the way he knew he himself would.
“Boston,” she said.
Dax nodded and said, “Yep. One of those fancy bars in Boston with men in suits buying your drinks…that’s the kind of place I see you in.”
“Why is it that all men think women need them to buy their drinks?” Angel asked with a smirk.
“I’ll just bet there’s not much you do need a man for…is there, darlin’?” Dax said. Jace felt like he needed to go find somewhere else to sit. Things were getting…intimate, almost. He was curious about how she’d answer that question though, so he waited and he wasn’t disappointed when she returned Dax’s cocky grin with one of her own and said:
“Besides the obvious?”
Dax threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah, darlin’, besides the obvious.”
“Then you’re right. I can take care of myself.”
“Doesn’t a girl like to be taken care of sometimes, though? Even if she doesn’t need to be?”
“Depends,” she said with a smile. She picked up her beer, downed what was left in the mug, and slid off the stool. “Well, Dax, it was nice meeting you.” Jace wasn’t even in the running for so much as a conversation with her, and he still hated to see her go. Obviously Dax was feeling the same way…except for the part where he knew he had a chance.
“You’re leaving so soon? We were just getting to know each other.”
“One beer is my limit when I’m driving.”
“Well then, sit down and have another and I’ll drive.” He winked at her. Jace actually had to shake his head at that. He caught the bartender looking at him, smiling. He was eavesdropping on the conversation too. It was like reading Picking Up a Hot Girl in a Bar for Dummies. Jace was glad that he wasn’t the only one who needed the lessons.
The pretty lady laughed and said, “You don’t even know where I’m headed.”
Dax tapped the bar and the goofy bartender jumped into action. He set a fresh beer in front of where Angel had been sitting and Dax said, “You can tell me while you’re having your beer.” Angel looked annoyed, but she sat back down. Jace wasn’t surprised. His money was on Dax having her in bed within the hour.
He was finished eavesdropping, though; it was only going to leave him wanting…more so than he already did. He slid off his stool and was headed for the men’s room to take a piss when out of nowhere, the chubby little blonde Scar had insulted stumbled right into him. Jace avoided stepping on her, and when he realized she was going down, he caught her under her arms. She let out a little squeal and looked up at his face, locking her cornflower blue eyes into his…and that was when he realized where he knew her from. Son of a bitch.
“I’m sorry. I’m not good at walking in these heels.” There was no recognition in her eyes, but of course there wouldn’t be. She hadn’t seen him since he was eight, maybe nine years old. “I’m Beth,” she said as she righted herself back on her feet and he let go of her.
“Why did Scar call you Tub?”
She wrinkled her nose and said, “He’s such a pig. He calls me that because I’m fat.”
She was definitely not the almost waif-thin woman that he used to know, but she was older and from what he remembered, she had at least one kid. “You’re not fat,” he said, fully intending to excuse himself then. He didn’t want to tell her who he was, or how he knew who she was. But morbid fascination kept him rooted to his spot as she smiled up at him. He thought if he closed his eyes and breathed in her floral scent, he could still see the woman she was back then.
“Thank you. I don’t care what he thinks anyway. You didn’t tell me your name.”
He thought about making something up, but part of him still hoped she would remember him. “Name’s Jace,” he said.
“Well, thanks for the nice catch, Jace,” she said with a wink. He nodded and tried to step around her. “How about a dance?”
“Uh, no. I don’t dance, thanks.”
“Not even slow?” she asked with a little pout of her full, pink lips. “All you really have to do is hold me up while we sway back and forth. Big guy like you shouldn’t have any problem with that.” Jace had only ever danced with Rosie and that was just to make her laugh. “I’m not sure…” he started. But she was already tugging on his arm and leading him out to the dance floor. He’d have to pull his arm out of her grasp and make her look like a fool in order to get away, and he wasn’t willing to do that.
The song on the jukebox was a really slow love song. A few of the couples on the floor looked like they’d fallen asleep leaning into each other. Some of them looked like they were a few pieces of clothing away from having sex. Beth reached up and put her arms around Jace’s neck and he placed his big hands on her waist, very lightly.
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sp; “Come on, big boy,” she said, “you can hold me tighter than that. I won’t break.” Jace tightened his grip, slightly, and Beth pressed her body in closer to his. He wondered if she knew what she was doing to him until he realized he couldn’t stop his cock from swelling and there was no way she couldn’t feel it as close as they were. She even seemed to be rubbing her body back and forth against his erection, only making his efforts to lose it more futile than before. The song seemed to go on forever, and Jace’s cock was rock hard and aching when it finished. He was glad the lighting was dim on the dance floor when he broke out of her grasp. “Feels like you’re a big boy all over,” she said flirtatiously. Jace wasn’t sure what to say to that…especially since he was already torn between the desire to take her into the bathroom behind them and fuck her brains out or to run out of the bar, get on Tank’s bike, and ride away before Beth realized that her “big boy” was the same little boy that lived for her smiles and sat way in the back of the room in her 3rd grade class, over twenty years before. He wondered if she’d care. Beth was obviously looking for more than a slow dance and apparently, Miss Morgan still had a thing for bikers.
19
“You have an old lady?” Beth’s question took a few seconds to process. Jace was still fixated on the fact that his first crush, a woman at least twenty-five years older than him, was trying to seduce him.
“No,” he said. “No old lady.” He suddenly remembered he’d never taken a piss. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.”
Her eyes went to the bulge in the front of his jeans and she said, “You’re not going to waste that, are you?” Jace felt his face go hot and he was afraid that it was bright red. He didn’t know what to say, so he just didn’t say anything. That didn’t seem to faze Beth. She simply stepped back into him, wrapped her arms around his neck again, and pulled his mouth down to hers. As their tongues danced and he felt her sweet, warm breath in his mouth, all he could think was…I’m making out with Miss Morgan. It felt wrong, and right, all at the same time. She was a hell of a good kisser and the longer she massaged every surface of his mouth with her tongue, the harder it was for him to come up with even one reason why he shouldn’t do this. When she broke the kiss, she was smiling, and without a word she took his hand and led him away from the dance floor. His eyes slid down to her backside. It was much fuller than it had been twenty-plus years ago, but he still thought it looked pretty damned good.
Beth led him through the crowded bar and out an exit in the back that led to an alleyway. There were a few people out there, smoking cigarettes and weed. They barely looked up at them and Beth led him further down the alley, past one of the bikers with his back to the brick wall and his eyes closed, and a woman down on her knees, sucking at his cock like her life depended on it. Jace’s eyes widened at the sight of her teasing it with her tongue and then opening her bright red lips and letting it slide all the way into her mouth. He was shocked by the public display, but oddly turned on, especially when he looked at Beth and she smiled and licked her lips. She pulled him along until they were behind the adjoining building and had slipped into a small, dark alcove. Jace was relieved. As fascinated as he was with the couple who seemed to have no problem with the world watching, he wasn’t sure he could perform with an audience.
As soon as they stopped moving, she reached up and pulled him down into a hard kiss, coaxing his lips apart and sliding her hot tongue into his mouth. He could taste the whiskey on her lips and tongue and it teased his senses almost as much as the idea that he was kissing Miss Morgan. She had one hand on the back of his head and the other fisted in his shirt, pulling at it like she was trying to rip it off.
Jace wrapped an arm around her back and let his hand rest down on one of her round ass cheeks. He closed his hand around the skirt she was wearing and began inching it up as they kissed. A shudder ran through him as he finally got it out of his way and his hands were touching bare skin…she wasn’t wearing any panties. She pressed her body into him tighter, massaging his throbbing erection through his jeans with her body. He was growing emboldened by her eagerness as he brought his hand around front and sought out her sopping wet pussy. He let his middle finger slid up and down her slit while she moaned into his mouth and wiggled her hips. She moved her legs apart enough for him to get his big hand between them comfortably and he let one of his fingers slide up into her pussy. She was so wet, and warm, and he felt her muscles spasm around his big finger as he moved it in and out a few times before inserting another. She pulled her mouth off his and let out a sexy little sigh, arching her back and dropping her head so he could see the ecstasy on her face while he fingered her.
As he moved his fingers, he brought his thumb up and pressed it into her rock-hard clit. She gasped and grabbed onto his arm, digging her nails into it as she whimpered and moaned. Jace had to put his other arm around her to hold her upright as he began to bang her hard, slamming his fist against her each time his fingers bottomed out. He could feel her slipping as her knees went weak and he held onto her tighter, slamming his fingers up inside her over and over again until she was practically screaming. Finally, just when he felt her body go from limp to tight all over he said, “Miss Morgan, open your eyes.” The shocked look as she ripped those blue eyes open made him smile and he saw the instant recognition slid into them.
“Jace?” she screamed out, almost in a question as she doubled over forward, pressing her head into his chest and then beginning to shudder all over. He felt the rush of her orgasm as it flooded his hand and he put his mouth down next to her ear and whispered:
“Always my favorite teacher.” That thought seemed to drive her as wild as it did him. She recovered quickly and began ripping at his shirt. He struggled out of the denim vest and as he was pulling his t-shirt over his head, she already had his pants open and his cock out. He sucked in a breath through his teeth when she took his throbbing member between both of her hands and began to massage his hot flesh.
“Fuck,” she whispered as she stroked him up and down. “You grew up nicely.”
Jace chuckled but when she looked up at him, she wasn’t laughing. She had a look of pure lust in her blue eyes. She leaned forward and let her lips press into his chest and then he felt them slide down to his abs as she hit her knees and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue. He whimpered like a little girl and then groaned loudly as she sucked the head in between her lips. He reached down and put his hands in her blonde hair, wrapping it up in his fingers while she slowly sucked the rest of his shaft in between her lips. When she had as much of him as she could take, she pulled her head back just far enough to look up at him. He’d have that image of Miss Morgan with his cock in his mouth embedded in his brain forever. She smiled around it and then proceeded to suck and lick him wildly, bringing a hand up to massage his balls as she did. Jace was pulling her hair, hard, but she seemed to like it, groaning with her mouth full of him and tipping her head back so he was pulling harder as she let the head of his cock slide into her open throat. She swallowed around it and fireworks went off in his head. He wanted to explode, but he didn’t want to finish in her mouth. He wanted to fuck Miss Morgan’s pussy, badly. He let her suck him as long as he could stand it. She was good, and he tried not to think about how many bikers she’d probably fucked in this very alley to get that good at it. He just concentrated on how lucky he was that she’d found him.
He finally couldn’t take it any longer. He had to be inside her. He pulled her off him by her hair, guiding her to her feet and then kissing her hard again when he could reach her mouth. The whole time she never let go of his cock. She rubbed and stroked and ran her thumb across the wet head. Rougher with her than he might normally be with a woman, just because she seemed to like it, he spun her around so that her back was against him and then turned them so she was facing the wall. She automatically put her hands out and pressed her palms into the brick wall and then she arched her back, exposing her naked ass to him. He spent several secon
ds massaging her cheeks, kneading and squeezing them in his big hands. He reached down and stroked his own cock a few times while he touched her with the other hand and then finally slid that hand down underneath her and found that drenched pussy, sliding his fingers up inside of her once again. She whimpered and rocked her hips against his hand. He was trying to get his wallet out with the other hand and as soon as he had it pulled out, he dropped it. In a breathless voice she said, “What?”
“Condom,” he said, in a voice as devoid of air as hers.
“I’m clean, can’t get pregnant.”
Jace knew he should be skeptical of the “clean” considering where they were at, but the idea of fucking his third-grade teacher bareback was taking over every other thought in his head. He left the wallet on the ground and pulled his fingers out of her, using them to lubricate his cock. When he lined himself up against her she whispered:
“Yes, Jace, fuck me.” Those words sent another shot of adrenaline through him and he pushed into her hard. They both groaned as his cock forced open the tight walls of her pussy. Once he was buried inside her, he slid a hand up underneath her shirt and found her breasts. “Fuck,” he whispered as he felt how full they were. He grasped one of them in his big hand as he began to fuck her from behind. He could feel her big, hard nipple pressing into his palm and he groped both breasts before finally grabbing onto one of the nipples with his thumb and forefinger, and began to pinch and roll it.
She got even more excited, moaning and groaning loudly and saying his name in deep, husky whispers. That was what turned him on the most. He loved the sound of his name on her lips, in that breathless, turned-on voice. She was good at it too. Each time he buried himself inside her to the hilt, he felt her tighten the walls of her pussy around his cock. It was fucking amazing; that and the idea alone of being skin to skin with someone was hot. Of course, the idea of being skin to skin with Miss Morgan was even hotter. He played with her nipples and drilled into her over and over until he felt her body tighten up again and she gasped out, “Oh fuck! I’m going to come again.” She had her face pressed into the brick wall but didn’t seem to notice or care as she whimpered and wiggled her hips and let her orgasm wash over him. Her body began to shake all over and Jace once again had to hold her up to keep her from collapsing. He fucked her slowly as she came down from her high, but as soon as she stopped quivering she crossed her arms in front of her and laid her head against them and said, “Fuck me hard, Jace.”
