Hit the Spot

by J. Daniels

  “You are not allowed back here,” she bit out, sounding and looking like she was only letting herself feel anger, but I knew there was something else there. “Get out. Right now, Jamie. I mean it.”

  I pushed the door shut and reached up, sliding the lock in place. When I looked back at Tori, her eyes had grown even rounder and her face was heating.

  “No.” She shook her head quickly. “I don’t want you in here. I don’t want to see you right now. You need to go.”

  “I ain’t goin’ anywhere.”

  She flinched, hissing, “Get out,” between her teeth after pulling in another breath.

  “You went lookin’ for me,” I said, knowing the truth now but still needing her to admit it. “Came to that party wantin’ me, babe. Only reason you were there.”

  Eyes closing through a heavy blink, she shook her head, laughing under her breath. “Fine.” Her eyes flashed open. “Is that what you need to hear so you’ll leave? Yes. Okay? I did come to that party for you. And I did go looking for you, after I waited thirty fucking minutes in a bedroom I thought was yours. Had a bunch of surfboards in it and trophies. All of which had your name on them. I checked. I waited in that room thinking you’d come find me, but you didn’t, did you? Because you’re not that guy, Jamie.”

  My brows lifted. “Say again?”

  “You’re not that guy,” she repeated. “You’re the guy who gets the chance to fuck three girls at once and takes that over going to find the one girl who’s waiting for you. It’s all about how much pussy you can score. You’re that guy. And now what, you’re having lunch with them? Chatting and looking all cozy. I can’t believe you’d ask them to come here.”

  “Babe, you don’t know shit,” I told her, arms crossing over my chest.

  Her mouth dropped open again. She blinked. “Excuse me?”

  “Didn’t invite them here. Didn’t know they’d show up. And when they did, told them I didn’t want them sittin’ with me.”

  “Well, unless I’m imagining things, I’m pretty sure that’s where they were sitting,” she shot back. “And it didn’t look like you were dragging them away either. In fact, you were smiling at them. I saw it.”

  Hearing that, I couldn’t help it. I laughed. “Jesus, Legs.”

  And seeing me laugh and interpreting that wrong, Tori started moving at me, eyes flashing and lips curling against her teeth.

  “Get out,” she snarled. “I don’t want to see you right now. I’m getting back to work and you’re leaving.” She stopped, jerking back before crashing into me since I hadn’t stepped aside. Chin tipping up and fists clenching at her sides, she glared at me. “Move, Jamie.”

  “Wanna know why I was smilin’?” I asked, still not moving.

  “I don’t give a damn. Now move.”

  I bent down, getting closer to her. “You give a damn, babe,” I said harshly, watching her eyes blink and dilate. “Probably more than you’d like right now considerin’ what you’re lettin’ yourself believe, but you’re wrong, Legs. Everything you’re thinkin’ right now. Didn’t ask them here and sure as fuck wasn’t smilin’ ’cause of them.”

  “I don’t believe you,” she replied, voice quiet.

  “Can’t say that surprises me,” I returned.

  Her eyes narrowed. She rolled up on her toes to get closer, ordering, “Move.”

  “No.”

  “Move, Jamie.”

  I shook my head.

  Tori rocked back, looking on the verge of tears. “Please move,” she whispered.

  “No, babe. You’re gonna hear me out,” I said, standing firm. “Got a lot to say and you’re not gettin’ out of here until I say it.”

  “There is nothing you could tell me right now that could make me stay in here another second with you. I’m getting back to work,” she countered, looking behind me at the door and then back up into my face. “As soon as you move.”

  “Not movin’.”

  She started panting through her nostrils, shaking her head, lip trembling and tears filling her eyes. “I swear to God, Jamie, if you don’t move—”

  “You’re gonna hear me out,” I repeated, interrupting her as I dropped my head even lower, our noses almost touching. “Gonna stand there and hear what I got to tell you. Every fuckin’ word, babe, and you’re gonna do it not arguin’. Said what you had to say. I took it, keepin’ my mouth shut even though it was bullshit. All of it. Now it’s my turn. You interrupt me or try and debate and I’m startin’ over. I’ll move when this is done.”

  She gasped when I dropped my arms, ripped her apron off, and tugged at her uniform shorts, popping the button.

  “Jamie—”

  I stepped closer, pushing her until she was flat against the lockers. “Startin’ now, only thing I wanna hear comin’ out of your mouth is my name, babe. That or those hot as fuck noises you give.” Hands on her shorts, I yanked them down along with her panties, lifting her foot to step out as I dropped to my knees in front of her.

  Tori’s breaths were coming out fast. Her body was stiff, hands flat against the lockers, but when I hooked her left leg over my shoulder and stared at her pussy, she whimpered and reached down, pushing her fingers gently through my hair.

  “You think I want anyone else when I got this?” I asked, leaning forward and pressing my mouth there, lightly kissing her as I spoke. “You think I’m even lookin’ anywhere else? Fuck, babe. If it ain’t you, I’m blind. You gotta know that.” I bent lower and started licking her.

  Tori gasped, “Jamie,” then her moans started coming, low and raw in her throat.

  “Night of that party, I didn’t know what I had when you showed up,” I admitted against her flesh. “I didn’t know what you were givin’ me. Might sound harsh, Legs, but it is what it is. Lookin’ to fuck that night. You showed and I thought maybe you were down, and then you disappeared and I figured you changed your mind. We weren’t anythin’ to each other then, babe. I don’t gotta apologize for hooking up when I didn’t think I had you.”

  Her nails dug into my scalp. I sucked on her clit and she relaxed, breath catching and then moving heavy again as she tugged me closer.

  I kept sucking, buried my nose there and then licked her lower where she was growing wettest.

  “I don’t gotta apologize for that,” I repeated, hooking my arm around her thigh and using my fingers to hold her open, then lifting my head to look at her.

  Tears were streaming down her face. Her chest was shaking.

  “But what I am gonna apologize for is for you seein’ it,” I continued, keeping her eyes. “Knowin’ now what you just shared, hearin’ you were waitin’ for me, that’s messin’ me up, babe. And that’s somethin’ I’m gonna feel for a while. Straight up. I wanted you for more than just a fuck, Tori. I always did.”

  She shook her head. Fresh tears building, from what I just confessed or for the pain she was feeling reliving that night, I wasn’t sure.

  I leaned in and swiped my tongue through her pussy, watching her head drop back and her lips part as she tugged on my hair, whimpering, “Please,” like this was killing her or like it would if I stopped.

  For seconds I ate her slowly, just concentrating on that and the feel of her muscles tensing against my head and under my hand as I pressed against her stomach. I was kissing her like I kissed her mouth after we fucked, desperately, like I was asking if I could have this and can I keep you? and do you feel this, too?

  Going down on a woman had never felt so intense. It had never felt like much of anything, just a prelude to sex and sometimes the path to get us there more quickly, but that wasn’t what this was. I wasn’t even thinking about getting off.

  I was on my knees for someone I would stay there for. If she asked or if she couldn’t, it didn’t matter. I knew that.

  And that’s when it happened.

  I stopped asking. There was no question. It was this is mine and I know you feel this and I’m never letting you go. I became rough and wild. I took her there, t
o the very edge where she was shaking and begging and so close to coming I barely had to touch her, then I leaned away and looked up, breathing heavy against her pussy because I was panting, too.

  “Smilin’ at them ’cause they were offerin’ another go and I wasn’t feelin’ it. Not even a little,” I shared, watching her lips part. “I sat there knowin’ I belonged to you and I was fuckin’ happy knowin’ that. Only thing that would’ve made that moment better is if you were claimin’ me, babe. Too bad you couldn’t do that.”

  Tori’s breath was hitching in little gasps as she stared, listening, those tears still flowing down her cheeks, possibly from what I was admitting or from regretting the opportunity she had and didn’t take, or maybe she was just so far gone and suspended there she was breaking down, I wasn’t sure.

  I wasn’t asking.

  I leaned in and watched her eyes roll closed and her neck arch, head dropping back and hitting the lockers.

  I latched on to her clit and sucked it hard.

  Her leg on my shoulder tensed, her body pressed down against my mouth, hips grinding, fingers pulling my hair, and moans escaping her sweetly.

  I closed my eyes as her taste flooded my mouth. Hands gripping her hips and urging her to keep moving, then feeling her come down, her body melting and softening against me and her fingers in my hair moving slowly, not gripping.

  I looked up, meeting eyes that were heavy-lidded. Her face was flushed and her hair was sticking to her cheeks, which were wet from her tears. I pressed my mouth to her thigh and lowered her leg from my shoulder, then I stood, leaning in and looming over her, arm bracing on the locker above her head and other hand pushing the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear and then gripping her neck.

  “I hate that you saw me with them,” I said, bending down and getting even closer. “Hate that I had you in my old room, probably sittin’ on my old bed, touchin’ my shit, lookin’ at stuff that means somethin’ to me and I wasn’t there watchin’ you do that. Fact that I missed out on that fuckin’ sucks. Fact that you saw me with them is gonna eat at me, babe. Straight up. But ain’t nothin’ I can do to change that. Ain’t nothin’ you can do to change it either. I fucked up by not lookin’ for you longer than I did. But you”—my fingers on her neck squeezed—“you fucked up, too, Legs.”

  She blinked. Her breath hitched. “I—”

  “You wanna act like a jealous girlfriend, then you can fuckin’ admit that’s what you are to me,” I interrupted, watching her trembling lips press together. “Claim me, babe, otherwise you got no reason to be throwin’ attitude and tellin’ me to leave. I didn’t do shit, and you thinkin’ I did and not trustin’ I’m with you, even though you ain’t admittin’ that’s where you want me to be is fucked up. Same as gettin’ mad at me for shit we both let happen. I’ll feel that, babe, but you’re feelin’ it, too.”

  “Jamie—”

  I slammed my mouth down on hers and kissed her then, hard and hurried, shoving my tongue inside and expecting protests, her hands pushing away or her head turning, body twisting out of my arms, but getting none of that.

  And when Tori started kissing me back, which happened a whole two seconds after I let her suck the taste of her pussy off my tongue, I ripped it away from her.

  I jerked back and stepped away, leaving her panting against the lockers, half dressed, her shorts and panties around one ankle, her pussy bared and glistening from my mouth, blue eyes blazing hot and still spilling tears. Her face wet, her lips parted and trembling, and her hands pressing flat to her stomach.

  She looked worked up again and on the verge of collapsing. She looked like she wanted me to catch her.

  I would. She just needed to ask.

  And knowing Tori wasn’t there yet, reading that shit on her face like I’d been reading it, knowing her, fuck it, I turned and walked to the door, slid the lock over, and walked out.

  Chapter Fifteen

  TORI

  In my opinion, there were two types of girls.

  The ones who acted first and thought later, going after what they wanted, getting it, and then taking a moment to pause after the fact, wondering if they had made the right decision and risking regret because they didn’t wonder this sooner. These were the girls who did things on impulse, like dying their hair a radical color without having a consultation first with their stylist or getting a tattoo of a boy’s name somewhere on their body, or even just getting a tattoo in general after liking butterflies a whole five seconds.

  That was the first type.

  And then there were the ones who think and overthink and then rethink what they were originally thinking, knowing what they want but then convincing themselves maybe they don’t know what they want, getting confused, second-guessing their own hearts or not trusting them enough to follow. The girls who could talk their way out of any decision. Who hesitated committing to a nonpermanent hair color without sitting down with a professional first. The temporary tattoo wearers. The ones who whispered words to boys who were asleep so they couldn’t hear them: Please don’t hurt me and Please be real and I like you so, so much.

  The girls who watched love pull back and walk away. Who stayed silent against the lockers until they were left alone and then spoke behind their hand between heartache. Who finished out their shifts under a cloud instead of chasing after the sun.

  I was that girl. Wanting something and knowing where it was but going in the opposite direction. Wanting something, but wait, maybe I didn’t or I shouldn’t or I couldn’t.

  I drove home because I was the girl who went home. I sat on my couch after washing off the best smell in the world and pretended I didn’t miss it. I doodled the same name over and over and told myself I wouldn’t think about him when he was the only thing I could think about.

  The other girl was fearless and I was afraid. The other girl let Jamie catch her and I stood on the edge, worried he wouldn’t because I didn’t know which boy held out his arms: the one I met that first day who laughed at love or the one who could promise it.

  I didn’t know what to do. Every time I let myself move toward Jamie, I would find a reason to stop. Even getting as far as my car, I still hesitated and wondered if I was doing the right thing, and now I sat in my driveway, keys in the ignition but not turned on. Not getting that far before I started second-guessing.

  I ran out of my house knowing where I wanted to go and who I wanted to be with, and now I wasn’t sure.

  “Come on,” I groaned, eyes closing and head dropping back against the seat. I felt the beginnings of tears prick behind my lids.

  I should’ve talked to Syd earlier. Maybe if I would’ve instead of lying to my best girl, telling her I was fine so I wouldn’t have to reveal why I wasn’t, I’d be able to make a damn decision. Go to him or don’t. One or the other.

  “Claim me, babe.”

  God, I wanted to. And in the same breath, I was terrified.

  Was Jamie McCade even claimable?

  My phone started ringing.

  Opening my eyes and turning my head, I looked down at my passenger seat and read the name of the caller flashing on the screen.

  Shit. I completely forgot. I promised my mom I would get on my dad about going to the doctor’s again. She was probably calling to remind me of that.

  I hit Answer and pressed the phone to my ear.

  “I am so, so sorry. I forgot to call him,” I said as a greeting, expecting my mother.

  “Princess, it’s your father.”

  “Oh.” I blinked. That was unexpected. “Hi, Daddy. How are you feeling?” I asked, wiping away smudged mascara from underneath my eyes.

  “Expected something like this from your mother, Tori. Not from you,” he replied, voice hard-edged and angry. “Told you I was fine and you can’t trust me to handle things if and when I feel it’s necessary.”

  “It wasn’t heartburn, John! And now we know!” my mother hollered out in the background. “Thank God we didn’t wait for you to handle things!
”

  I felt my brow tighten.

  What in the world?

  “Doc said what I was feeling mimicked the sensations of heartburn, Dee,” my father argued away from the phone. “Wasn’t like I was that off base.”

  “You were completely off base!” she argued back.

  “What are you both talking about?” I probed, wondering why I was in the middle of a conversation the two of them seemed to be having.

  The line made a clicking noise, then my dad started talking.

  “That doc came by the house about an hour ago,” he said, his voice insinuating I knew what he was referring to. “Now, princess, I know you’re just looking out for your old man, but that was something that should’ve been cleared with me first. Don’t like people just showing up at my house. Especially if I don’t even know ’em. Hell, he was lucky I didn’t shoot first and ask questions later. I was in my right.”

  “Oh, John. Don’t be ridiculous,” my mother scoffed, her voice clear now and as loud as his. She had picked up the other house phone. “You were not in your right to shoot him. My God,” she added.

  “Got a No Trespassin’ sign up, Dee. I was in my right.”

  “I’m sorry,” I cut in before my mom had a chance to keep disagreeing. “But I really have no idea what you’re both talking about. Did a doctor come see you or something?”

  “You know he did, princess. You arranged the damn thing.”

  I squinted out the front windshield. “What? I didn’t arrange anything. Who said that?”

  “Said he was doing a favor for his brother. That he insisted,” Dad replied. “Mc-something. I don’t know. I can’t read this chicken scratch handwriting. Here, Dee.”

  Mc-something?

  Oh, my God.

  I sucked in a breath, stomach tensing as I asked, “What?” on a whisper.

  “McCade. His name was McCade,” my mom said. “Ooh, and he was young, wasn’t he, John? I didn’t know doctors could be that young.”

  “His name was McCade?” I asked in a quick voice, sitting forward in my seat and gripping the phone harder.