Lex (Unconventional Hearts)

by S. K. Logsdon

  Pulling into Vino’s parking lot left me antsy. Coming into the restaurant my stomach was tied in all sorts of unwelcomed knots. The restaurant is packed. Nevertheless, when I arrived, Raul the host, immediately knew who I was and escorted me to a small booth for two. Set in the back corner of the restaurant, atop my table sits a dozen long stem red roses inside a chocolate brown and white ceramic vase. A pink box, no doubt from Barbie’s, is filled with three giant bite chocolate suit decorated strawberries. Not tux’s, like you typically see strawberries decorated, actual Suits, chocolate blue ties and all.

  I’ve never thought of myself as a woman who would swoon over romantic gestures. Clearly, I’m a big fat idiot, because once I laid my eyes upon the Suit Master’s attention to details and sheer sweetness, I did swoon and continue to do so. This has been one of the most amazing nights of my life.

  He’s been emotionally attentive texting me every ten minutes, paying me compliments and actively partaking in this unconventional date. While I ate Vino’s signature lasagna he texted, expressing how ‘Angelically Beautiful’ I look wearing this designer dress. He’s a sweetheart, there’s no doubt about it. I’ve tried a hundred different times to spot him in the restaurant and I’ve come up with zilch. Even though I can feel he’s here with me. Like a warm all-encompassing presence has me wrapped into its masculine arms, or that’s how I picture them.

  Now, after an entire bottle of the most spectacular full-bodied red wine and two glasses of Patrón, I’m stupidly tipsy, and giddy with such an overabundance of happiness, that I think I could just burst.

  Taking a sip of my Patrón, I dive into my hardy slice of turtle cheesecake for dessert. It’s so good, purely orgasmic delicious.

  My phone vibrates on the table. I know it’s him.

  Suit Master: I’ve headed home, my Angel. I hope tonight has made your stressful week end on a more pleasant note. I loved watching you. I don’t know how I’ve become such a lucky man to catch the slightest bit of attention from the sexiest and most amazing woman. I consider myself blessed. Goodnight, Angel… Parting is such sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.

  Smiling like a love drunk imbecile. I fumble with the letters on my phone and text him back.

  Me: Drive safe, oh dear one. This was the best night I’ve had in ages. Thank you so much. P.S. I think you’re pretty amazing yourself.

  Devouring the rest of my cheesecake bite-by-bite, savoring the flavor with little orgasmic groans, I close my eyes, falling into creamy delectable bliss. I lick the last piece from my fork with a deep groan just as my brunette, fancifully dressed waitress Jasmine, swoops in to collect my empty plate.

  “I think I’m ready to leave.” I announce, sliding out of the booth. Standing, I wobble slightly on my heels and Jasmine grabs ahold of my arm to steady me.

  “Thanks.” I mumble. Readjusting my dress, by smoothing my hands down its soft luxurious sides.

  “No problem. Do you want me to call you a cab? You’re too drunk to drive. I can have Raul carry your roses and box to the car.” She languidly explains. Apparently, her experience with inebriated people has left her with the impression we’re all brain dead idiots when we’re drunk. I’m not, I’m just happy and a little swimmy in my head. Is that even a thing? Gosh… I don’t even know.

  Carefully leaning over into the booth, I snatch my purse from my seat.

  “I’m not driving. Lincoln would have my license. I’ll go to my car and call someone from out there. It’s rude to talk on cellphones in a restaurant, and it’s too loud.”

  Nodding, she adds. “Okay. You call outside and have your driver come back inside for your things. I don’t think you can.”

  Rude, much? I can do whatever it is I want. Although she’s probably right. Now that I’m standing, I’m rethinking this whole going outside or doing anything. I drank way more than I thought I did. Woooo, I am remarkably sloshed, or that’s how Roni, would explain how I’m feeling right now. I added the remarkably to keep myself from sounding too much like a redneck.

  “Oh-okay.” I mutter and vigilantly make my way to the door.

  Whoa! Guess walking in heels and being tipsy wasn’t such a bright idea after all. Stopping half way to the door, next to a booth full of six nicely dressed people, I put my hand on the black cushioned back and steady myself. Blinking a few times, I try to wash the drunken goggles from my view, no such luck.

  Dammit, I really am hammered. Roni is going to murder me when I call her to be DD. I’m the Veronica Phoenix, proclaimed sensible one. This doesn’t bode well for my perfect record.

  “Don’t go far.” Raul smiles, opening the front glass door for me.

  “No worries. I just going to call Roni.” I slur, showing him the phone I’m holding.

  Crap! Now… I’m slurring. She’s really going to be angry. I’m breaking her date with Bob for this.

  My heels clicking on the pavement becomes a serious distraction as I look down at my feet to watch myself walk. It’s really beautiful out tonight and it even smells like spring. The bright floral fragrances hang heavily in the night air.

  Turning the corner around Vino’s, headed to my Bug…

  Umph! Shit! I stumble, running into a rock hard body. Mayday-Mayday I’m going down!

  Flailing my arms, my hand holding onto my cell for dear life, I brace myself for impact and I squeeze my eyes shut in fear. My heart thudding so loudly in my chest it pounds into my ears. Suddenly, thick searing hands save me, by grabbing my upper arms and pressing me firmly against their hard chest. Out of nervousness or fear, not sure which, my entire body shivers and I keep my eyes closed.

  Inhaling a deep breath, a man’s scent assaults my senses and I fall into heaven. It smells just like him, like my Gage.

  What did I just think? No! Not Mine. It can’t be him.

  “Lex.” The clearly agitated, panty melting voice says, and clears his throat. “Lex.”

  “Uh?” I whisper.

  “Did you hear a word I said?”

  I shake my head. I haven’t heard a thing. Unless my mind is deceiving me, or I’ve passed into a drunken dreamlike state this is Gage. He has me wrapped into his strong arms. God! I love how he touches me. He’s so warm and comforting. Like a thick blanket of soul seeping security.

  “Lex?!” he yells startling me, causing my eyes to pop open.

  “Did you hear me?” He’s definitely aggravated.

  Glancing up, I take in his moonlit handsome face. Sweet Jesus he is to die for.

  “You’re so hot.” I slur, blinking rapidly.

  Chuckling and shaking his head in notable amusement, he blushes, and shyly smiles. “Thanks. Now, I was asking, why are you here? And you’re drunk. You weren’t planning on driving were you?”

  Closing my eyes, I try to remember the questions.

  “Too many question…things. One time.”

  Now laughing he softly glides his hand down my side, to my lower back, and I instantly meld into him, our fronts intimately touching.

  “Sweetheart, look at me.” His gentle tone evokes a sensual shiver to wash over me and I bite my lip, suppressing a moan. I’ve not been drunk in years and I’ve never been drunk around a man that I desire more than chocolate. This is a first.

  Opening my eyes, I gaze up into his.

  “Why are you here?” he softly questions, caressing my lower back, igniting a fire in my belly. I want him so much. God, no wonder women throw themselves at Gage. He’s the whole package.

  “A man bought dress. Asked me to eat.”

  “Where is he now?”

  I innocently shrug. “Dunno. Not that kind of date.” I’m honest; I don’t know what else he needs or wants to know.

  He looks at me confused. “Okay? Why are you drunk outside?”

  “Going to…call…Roni to pick…up me.” I fumble over my words and lick my dry lips.

  Shaking his head with a tiny smile, he states confidently. “No, I’m taking you home. I’m parked right ther
e.” He points to his truck.

  “Okay. Have stuff inside.”

  Nodding, like he understands what I’m trying to tell him. He walks me over to his truck, helps me inside and buckles my seatbelt.

  “Thanks.” I pat his forearm even though I feel a deep urge to do so much more.

  “Don’t mention it. Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.” He shuts me in and I watch his scrumptious ass walk back into Vino’s.

  I’m so drunk, and lady likes Gage. She’s fully awake, begging to be touched. I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life. He does this to me.

  Gage

  “I don’t need a babysitter.” My sweetheart, orders drunkenly as she clumsily staggers up her stairs. Using both her hands and feet to climb them. Damn, she’s so fucking adorable.

  Grabbing her hips so she doesn’t fall over, I help her to the top.

  “I know, but I can’t leave. I won’t get any sleep worrying about you.” Which is one hundred percent true. I’ve hardly slept as it is since I said all those awful things to her this week. The guilt has been relentlessly gnawing at my insides for days. I hate that I’ve had to do all of this to claim what’s mine, to ultimately show her how much I care. But she’s not an easy catch. Most women are like Bluegills; they just want a worm and can be reeled in. My Lex, isn’t like that. She’s like a Blue Marlin. It takes patience to hook her, and even longer to reel her in. But when you do, it’s the biggest, most stunning prize.

  Trailing her into her bedroom, she haphazardly tosses her heels into her closet, and my face winces. Those shoes set me back a pretty penny, and I have a serious fetish for shoes. Heels and women are the ultimate turn-on. And yes, you’ve guessed right. I’m him, her Suit Master.

  “You didn’t…oh…crap…I’m going to be sick!” Covering her mouth, she sprints into the bathroom. Not giving a damn about privacy or seeing her this way, I quickly follow behind.

  Violently she purges into the toilet and I kneel behind her, rubbing her back.

  “Go away!” she screams mortified, between painful heaves, hugging the basin of the toilet, her head hanging inside.

  “No, I’m right here.” I sweetly rub, speaking to her in a gentle calming tone. I’m not leaving her like this, not when it was my fault in the first place.

  Disagreeably shaking her head, she struggles to catch her breath. “No…” is all she makes out before she wretches into the bowl again.

  Resting her forehead on her arm, that’s propped onto the toilet seat, she breathes heavily. Knowing she’s finally done, I get up from the floor and I search her vanity for a washcloth, and dampen it with warm water from her sink.

  Kneeling beside her, I flush the toilet, and hand her the rag. Turning her face on her arm, she looks at me. Poor Angel looks so tired, with hooded wrung out eyes, a morose frown and pale washed out skin. I don’t want to see her like this. It hurts.

  Taking the rag from me, she dabs her face. “I drank too much.” She mumbles moving the rag over her lips. Everything about her lips is so sexy, even wiping a washcloth across them. I’m getting hard just thinking about those perfectly pink kissable lips of hers. They turn me painfully hard every time she bites them. I’ve never been turned on by a woman biting her lip. Lex, though, God help me. I have to seriously control myself every single fuckin’ time she does. If I don’t, I’d be kissing her, and ravishing her perfect body. It’s hard enough keeping my hands off her as it is.

  “I know, sweetie. How about you brush your teeth and I’ll turn down your bed.”

  Nodding, she pushes herself up and I grab around her waist to help her stand.

  Leaving her to brush her teeth, I go into her bedroom and flip back her covers. She has a great sense of style. Her entire house is immaculately clean and beautiful. So much better than that shit apartment I have. My ex-wife took the country house in the divorce and I decided to rent an apartment in Heartfair. It works out okay, although, Emma hates it. I promised Emma I’d buy a house soon. I’ve looked at a few, but none of them felt like home. To be honest, I don’t know if it’s the house that doesn’t feel like home or who will be living in it. It’s kind of hard to explain the difference to a five year old. Emma’s been through enough. I just want her to have some sense of normal and a mother who loves her. My ex-wife is a real piece of work. Dating and fucking everything with a dick is much more important to her than attending Emma’s parent teacher conferences or taking her Easter dress shopping. Not sure what I saw in that woman when I married her. She’s no prize. More like a spoiled rich bitch that I’m forced to pay outrageous amounts of alimony to, even though she doesn’t have custody of our daughter or do a damn thing except sit on her spoiled ass and spend my hard-earned money. What a crock of shit.

  “Eh hem.” Lex clears her throat with a sleepy smile dragging me into the present. “I’m sorry. I’m feeling so much better now. I don’t usually drink that much, learned my lesson. Thanks for bringing me home.”

  “Want me to tuck you in?”

  Looking over at her clock she laughs, her fingers delicately touching her chest, as she does. “It’s only nine. I don’t go to sleep until eleven at the earliest.”

  “Does that mean I can stay and we can talk?” Please say yes!

  Chewing her lip, she timidly shrugs looking down at the floor.

  I don’t know what that means, but looking at her all damn night wearing that dress has me wound up tighter than an eight-day clock. Now she’s biting her lip and I’ve waited long enough!

  Taking in a deep courageous breath, I take three strides and close in on her. As she looks up, without a second guess, I possessively pull her into my arms and smash my lips down onto hers with a growl. Darting my tongue into her mouth, and relishing in the moan she lets escape.

  That’s it, Angel, moan for me.

  Deepening our kiss, I bravely grab her ass anchoring her me to me and grind my hard dick into her stomach. To let her know how much she turns me on. Fuck! I’m so hot for her!

  Her hands wrap around my neck, and she kisses me with as much passion as I do her. Our tongues are battling with each other’s, both of us breathing so hard. My heart pounding so fast it might beat right out of my chest. Fuck. I’ve wanted to do this forever.

  Walking her backward, her legs bump against the bed and she falls back onto the mattress. I take this chance and grab her hips, wrapping her legs around my waist. Still kissing her, her hands feverishly roaming the back of my head and neck, I nestle my dick at her core and hump her.

  Damn! What I wouldn’t do to make love to her right now.

  Another hump and she breaks from my lips with a fearful squeal.

  “No!” She tries to drop her legs from around my waist to retreat. I don’t let her. I grab her legs, securing them around me.

  “Let me go!” she cries. Tears are starting to pool in her panicked eyes, her back now lying flat on the bed, with her chest raising and falling rapidly. The hard peeks of her nipples showing through the thin fabric of her dress.

  I knew this time would come. I knew this would be the hardest thing for her to overcome. I know she can do it.

  “I can’t.” I growl, grinding her core.

  Now crying, she shakes her head. “Gage, I’m… I’m…”

  “You’re not attracted to me? You don’t want to touch me? You don’t want me to make love you to?”

  “I want those things.” She sobs, swiping the tears away. Her sexy bottom lip trembling.

  Thank God! It’s about damn time she admits it. I’ve been waiting to hear those words for the past six fucking years.

  “Then let me.” I sweetly mutter, and lean over her, still standing, and place a chaste kiss on her lips, down her chin, across her neck and slowly I press tiny kisses between her breasts.

  “That feels so good.” She moans, arching her back to my touch.

  “I want to make you feel good.” I whisper, pressing another kiss to her sternum.

  “I can’t let you. I’m different.
”

  No, she’s not, she’s perfect.

  “No, you’re just want I need.” I suck my lips onto the side of her milk white breast and savor the flavor of her sweet skin.

  “Gage, I can’t.” Her body begins to shake and she whimpers.

  “Tell me why.”

  She shakes her head, tears streaming down the sides of her eyes and onto her bed.

  “Tell me.” I demand.

  “I can’t. I’ve….,”

  “Tell me.” I press again, hardening my tone. I need her to do this for herself.

  Lex

  What does he want from me? Why is he pushing this? Can’t he feel her? She’s so hard, and wanton, only for him. She wants him so badly. I’ve never desired anyone more than him.

  “I can’t.”

  “Yes, you can.” I can tell from the deep pained expression on his face. He’s getting angry with me. I just pray he doesn’t hit me. Brian used to do that when I angered him.

  “I really can’t.” I whimper. I don’t know why I’m crying. I shouldn’t be. I need to be strong. Closing my eyes, I turn my head to the side, shielding myself from this painful moment.

  Humping his delicious dick against me, my lady drips more pre-come into my panties. They are beyond soaked.

  “Lex, if you tell me. I promise to understand.”

  Yeah right! And I’m Mother Teresa. Nobody can be this understanding. He’s been married. He’s had women. He dates and fucks women. He’s never been with a woman like me.

  “I have something. Unlike other women.” I admit. That’s as good as he’s going to get.

  “This?” he states and he grabs her, and I moan so loudly, arching my back, I’m sure the whole neighborhood can hear.

  Slowly he caresses her, over my dress.

  “How…. Oh…” I moan, grasping the sheets. I’ve never had anyone other than Daniel touch her before.

  “Can I touch?”

  I nod.

  Oh my God! What is going on here? Is he for real?

  Dropping my legs from around his waist, he torturously slides my dress up. Flaring goose bumps over my skin the higher he pushes, the softness of the fabric caressing my skin. Once my dress is above my panties, he stops.