She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, crinkling her nose in disgust. “I don’t, umm. I’m not here for your meat.” The girl’s cheeks flush crimson as she immediately realizes how suggestive that sounded. Deciding to behave myself, I bite back a million retorts. The last thing I want to do is frighten her away. I’m intrigued. Very intrigued.
A loud guffaw sounds behind me. “Jeez, princess. Chop off the man’s balls while you’re at it.” Jerome drops the salami back into the crate at his feet before walking over to introduce himself. “I’m Jerome,” he says, holding out his hand, which she reluctantly shakes. “The oaf behind me is Johnson.”
Her eyes lock with mine, and despite the grimace on her face, I’m fairly certain we’re having a moment. Not that Hallmark, insta-love, hearts and arrows bullshit. Think more along the lines of eye fucking. Yeah, I’m pretty sure she’s picturing me naked. Who could blame her? I’ve been told I’m quite the catch, and I’m in total agreement. Hey, I’m not blind. I look in the mirror. Chicks totally dig this shaggy blond hair and scruff. The long hours I spend in the gym definitely sweeten the deal. I won’t even try to pretend I’m not imagining the bangin’ body she’s barely concealing beneath that dress.
With a wink, I pull myself together and respond, “Nobody beats Pete’s Meats.” I flash her my signature panty-wetting smile, remove my apron, and gesture to the shirt that’s hidden underneath. It reads, “May I suggest the sausage?” with an arrow pointing down to my cock. Funny, right? I thought so too.
I’m expecting a laugh or at the very least a smile, but I must have completely misread this girl because she is anything but impressed with our slogan, which I happen to think is pretty fucking genius. Her eyes roll up in her head as she crosses her arms over her chest, cocking one hip out to the side. “I just came to see who’s in charge of receiving your packages.” She glances back and forth between me and Jerome, who is surprisingly managing to keep it together as he leaves this one to me. It’s too fucking easy.
“Well, it’s your lucky day because that position happens to be available.” Waggling my brows, I take a step closer. “Got any experience handling large slabs of meat?”
Her eyes widen and her lips part with a gasp before she hangs her head, pinching the bridge of her nose. Her body begins to shake with laughter, and I feel the vibration deep in my chest. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”
“Yeah, you kinda did.”
With the backs of her hands, she tosses her hair, revealing creamy white shoulders, which are bared in the floral, spaghetti-strap sundress that ends mid-thigh. There’s an air of innocence that surrounds her, and I’m finding it incredibly sexy.
“I, um.” Her long, manicured fingers comb through her hair, pulling it to one side. “I came from the shop next door. A rather large—” she pauses for a moment, tapping her finger against her plump bottom lip as she considers her word choice carefully “—delivery was left in our shop by mistake.” Her thumb juts out in the direction of the bagel café to the left of us.
“Ah, the vegan place? I’ve been meaning to walk over and introduce myself. We’ve just been crazy busy trying to get things in order for our opening next week.” I hold out my hand for hers. “I’m Peter Johnson. And, yes,” I answer before she can ask, “it’s my real name. My friends call me Pete or Johnson. Take your pick.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Peter.” She looks at me pointedly. “My name’s Valerie Cooter. My friends call me Val, but you can call me Valerie.”
Valerie Cooter...I feel the corners of my mouth twist into a smirk. I’m not one who normally believes in this kinda shit, but Johnson and Cooter? I mean, come on. If that’s not fucking destiny, I don’t know what is.
“Ouch. You don’t wanna be my friend, Valerie?” Lifting my hand and resting it over my heart, I give her my best puppy dog eyes while poking out my bottom lip. “That hurts.”
She shrugs, unfazed. “Sorry, as charming as you may be—” she gives me a look that clearly says she thinks I am anything but “—I don’t befriend murderers.” Valerie’s eyes dart around the room at the various sausages and cuts of meat. I notice a slight tremble as her body shudders with revulsion.
“Oh, I didn’t kill any of this, new pal Val. It was already D.O.A, dead on arrival.”
“I know what D.O.A means.” Her caramel eyes roll up in her head as she huffs strawberry blond waves from in front of her eyes. “You might as well have.” She takes a step closer, pointing a finger at me. “You know, if people stopped eating and wearing the corpses of innocent animals, they’d have no reason to kill them.” Damn, she’s cute when she’s all flustered.
“What if I told you these were all assholes?” I wave my hand around the room, shaking my head and cringing. “The worst of the worst. Rabid chickens and mad cows...”
That earns me a giggle, which she quickly tries to cover. “You’re insane.”
“You may not believe this, but you’re not the first person to say that to me.”
“Oh...I’m not surprised in the least.”
“Oh ho ho. Burn!” My best friend is so about to get his ass kicked.
“Jerome?”
“Yeah?”
“Go home.”
“But we ha—”
“We’re good for today. I’ll close up and meet you back at the apartment later.” My eyes never part from Valerie’s through the entire exchange, so I don’t see his reaction, but I know that he’s gone when the back door slams shut.
“Why’d you do that?” my new pal, Val, whispers.
Taking a few steps, I close the space between us, leaving less than a foot separating us. “I thought you might like a private tour of my meat,” I husk. My brows waggle and my dick jumps to attention, pitching a massive tent in my jeans. Always such a show off.
Did I actually just say that? What the fuck, Johnson? Afraid I’ve just come on way too strong, I chuckle and wink, attempting to play it off as a joke, but I’m not joking—at least not if she’s into it—not at fucking all.
The tip of her tongue peeks out, moistening her lips. “Wh-what would possibly give you that idea?” Valerie’s breathing changes. Her milky white tits rise and fall in heavy pants. Well, I’ll be damned. Little miss innocent is getting turned on.
“We were having a moment.” I shrug. Hey, she seems to like it that I’m coming on strong, and I can be forward as fuck.
Val swallows hard. “We were?”
“You felt it too.” Lifting my hand to brush the side of her face, I press on. “Don’t even try to deny it. I bet your pretty pussy is as slick as my dick is hard. Let’s not play games, new pal Val. Why deny ourselves of what we both want?”
The apples of her cheeks pinken, and she scoffs. “I, um. I-I don’t even know you.”
The scent of her flowery shampoo fills my nose as I lean forward, allowing my lips to lightly brush her ear when I whisper, “And yet, you want me anyway.”
Her body trembles and her eyes flit to mine. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t...I don’t do things like this, Peter.”
No fucking way. “Are you telling me you’re a virgin, Valerie? A lesbian?”
She scoffs. “No. No, I’m not. I just—I don’t sleep with strangers.”
Grabbing her chin with my thumb and forefinger, I tilt her face up so her lips are a breath away from mine. “Then it’s a good thing we got those pesky introductions out of the way already, isn’t it?”
Another swallow. “Yes.”
“I’m going to kiss you now, Valerie.” My heart hammers in my chest as she nods, and her eyes flutter closed. This is insane. “And then I’m going to show you just how good Pete Johnson’s meat can be.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
The moment our tongues touch, it’s a frenzy. I always thought the firework reference to be bullshit, but that’s exactly what this is—explosive.
Valerie’s fingers twist and tug on my hair as I slip my hands around her back, feeling for th
e hook to her bra that isn’t there. “Free boobin’,” I rasp against her lips. “So fucking hot.”
She bites on my bottom lip before pulling back a little. “Where?” Her eyes dart around the room. “Anyone could see us here.” I get the feeling when she says anyone that she’s referring to someone specific. I sure as fuck hope she doesn’t have a boyfriend. Something tells me that one taste of Miss Cooter won’t be enough.
With her tiny hand tucked into mine, I lead her back to the stock room, which is piled high with unpacked boxes. “It’s this or the meat cooler,” I offer, leaving the choice to her.
Valerie answers by lifting her dress over her head, revealing another secret. “Fuck me, little girl.” Biting down on the insides of my cheeks, I shake my head. “No panties either.” Blood rushes to my dick as it begins pulsing.
“I’m a bit of a free spirit,” she admits shyly. “I don’t like unnecessary restraints. My mom calls me her little flower child.” I didn’t realize it before, probably because we don’t really have them back home, but hippies are fucking hot.
She advances on me. I’m not sure how I’ve suddenly become the prey, but I quite like it. Val’s cold fingers slip up the back of my T-shirt, slowly making their way to my shoulder blades. I bend, allowing her to yank the cotton tee over my head.
A hissing noise slips from her lips as she runs those digits down my front, tracing each ridge until she reaches my belt. Miss Cooter is a woman on a mission.
She’s having a little trouble, so I unlatch the metal clasp and unbutton my shorts, allowing them to fall to the floor. Big Johnson greets our guest, giving her his full attention as he springs free.
Valerie gasps. “Holy fuck.” I can’t help but chuckle at the look on her face. Shock, amazement, hunger...
“I think he likes you, pal.” I trail a finger down the length of her arm, watching as the nipples of her breasts pebble.
Unintelligible sounds sputter from her lips as she gawks.
The cuteness is swiftly wearing off. I’m going to develop a mad case of blue balls if she doesn’t put her hands on me soon. “Feel free to touch it, lick it, suck it, fuck it...I’m totally at your service.”
Valerie reaches out, palming my length. She begins to slide her tiny hands up and down my shaft, wrapping her fingers around it to test the girth, finding that they don’t quite meet.
Through heavy breaths, I groan, “Johnson’s a bit of a fatty.”
As she takes her time exploring, the pressure continues to build in my cock. Licking the pads of my thumbs, I reach out, rubbing slow circles on her nipples.
Her body begins to convulse, her grip growing harder on my dick. Trailing one finger down her flat stomach, I trace the slit between her legs, giving her a taste of the sweet torture she’s inflicting on me. Val’s body bucks as she begins to ride my hand.
The harder she rocks, the faster she works my dick. I’m so fucking close, and I don’t want her to stop. Slipping a finger between her folds, I find that she’s just as aroused as I am. Her pussy is dripping wet as it clenches around the thick digit.
“Ohh,” she moans. “Yes. Oh my God, yes.” Mewling noises fill my ears as she buries her face in the crook of my neck.
“Like that, baby?” I moan as she squeezes and pulls. With my thumb, I apply pressure to her clit, rubbing gently. Biting the sensitive flesh of her ear, I groan, “Come on my fingers, pretty girl.”
As if all she’d needed was permission, Val explodes in my hand. Her body quivers as I jerk in and out of her hold, spraying my release in the light mound of curls that’s just barely visible in the dim light peeking through the sliver of a window behind us.
Valerie collapses against me, taking a moment to catch her breath.
“Damn, baby. If you get off like that on a finger...I can’t wait to see what happens when I get you on my meat.”
I feel the slight tremble of her sated body on mine as she giggles.
“I don’t have a condom, and I’m assuming since all you had on was that slip of a dress that you don’t have one either.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“Next time I’ll come prepared,” I whisper, fingering a hand through her long hair.
Suddenly she’s moving at lightning speed. Valerie grabs my shirt from the floor, cleaning herself with it.
Thanks for that, I think to myself as I try to figure out what’s happening. “Did I say something wrong?”
Her dress is over her head before she responds. “No,” Val says, slipping into her sandals. “We just—I can’t...I’m sorry, Peter.” She turns and exits the storeroom.
Chasing after her, I grab her upper arm and spin her around to face me. “What’s wrong? I mean, that was great, but, baby, there is so much more.”
A sad smile appears on her face. “Peter...I can’t be sleeping with the enemy. My boss would kill me if she found out and I...I need this job.”
“Are you fucking serious?” I’m at a complete loss. I mean, I know she doesn’t eat meat, but I’d never hold that shit against her.
She shrugs. “Pete...you’re a butcher.”
As if that explains it all, she takes off, walking toward the door. “Don’t forget to come and get that package when you’re decent.”
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I head over to the vegan bagel place to retrieve my misplaced package. I wasn’t ready to face Val last night so soon after what happened between us. I needed some time to get over the sting and regroup. I can’t believe she ran off on me like that. I mean, what the fuck was that? I have absolutely no clue what her deal is, but I’m more determined now than ever to get that girl on my dick. I spent half the night imagining her clenching around my cock. The way it would feel to be sheathed in that tight cunt.
The bell chimes as I enter the shop, drawing me from my thoughts, which is a damn good thing because I don’t need another boner I can’t do anything with right now. It’s nearly empty as it’s only a little after eight in the morning. There’s an eclectic looking couple seated in the back corner, completely enamored with each other.
“Can I help you?” a tall, willowy brunette, who looks to be in her early thirties, greets as I walk through the door. Her demeanor is anything but welcoming. “Nobody beats Pete’s Meats,” she snarks. “Clever.” I probably should have taken off the bloody apron before walking over. Mistake numero uno on my part.
Still, I’m a little taken aback by the ugliness in her tone. I don’t even know this—I glance at her nametag—Vanessa, who is apparently the manager, which is also stated on her little metal pin. “I think so.” I smile. She doesn’t.
“Well, this definitely isn’t your sort of establishment, so what can we do for you, before you scare off our customers?” She makes a grimace at the red splotches on my apron.
Being the nice guy that I am, I remove it, balling it up in my hand. “Whoops. Sorry ’bout that.”
“I’ll bet,” she says, turning her nose in the air. What is this chick’s deal?
Vanessa’s eyes move across my chest, and at first, I think she may be checking me out. It takes me a moment to realize that she’s just reading my shirt. Oh fuck. My shirt that reads, “The way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Unless he’s a vegetarian. Then you can get there through his vagina.” I should’ve taken my chances with the apron. My cheeks heat with embarrassment and I cross my arms over my chest, forcing a smile. “I actually just stopped by because Valerie said we had a package that got delivered here yesterday afternoon by mistake.”
She nods, her eyes narrowing. If she didn’t like me before, she fucking hates me now. “I figured that you would have come by last night to pick that up.”
“Sorry, I got a little—” Valerie appears through the double doors behind the counter, tripping me up for a second “—distracted last night and forgot to swing by.”
Val freezes, holding a tray of bagels. Her eyes lock with mine. Her mouth drops in surprise.
“Valerie!” Vanessa shouts over
her shoulder.
Val jumps and the pallet of bread crashes to the floor.
“Oh shoot. I didn’t realize you were behind me,” Vanessa says, sounding contrite, although she never moves a muscle to help her.
Automatically, I rush around to assist Val with the mess.
“Thank you,” my new friend utters at the same time that Vanessa rips me a new asshole.
“You don’t belong back here. You’re going to insult our customers and contaminate this place with your animal...juices.” She visibly cringes. “Get out from behind my counter!”
“Val would know a thing or two about my juices,” I mutter just loud enough for Valerie to hear before winking and walking back around to the front of the shop.
“Val will take care of your package, and then you can be on your way.”
I can’t help myself. “I would love nothing more than to have my new pal, Val, handle my package.”
Vanessa crosses her arms over her chest as a blush spreads from Valerie’s cheeks down her neck. She’s almost the same color as the red romper she’s wearing this morning. “Trust me, Val is not your pal.”
I shrug, giving Val a knowing smile. “If you say so, Cruella.”
Vanessa gasps. “Valerie, fetch this man’s box, please, so he can be on his way.”
Val nods before scurrying back through the double doors behind the counter.
“I don’t expect to see you back in my shop, Mr. Johnson. We are strictly cruelty free. I’m sure you’ll understand why we can’t have an animal killer in this establishment.”
Biting down on my lip, I shake my head and laugh. “Of course. Wouldn’t dream of tainting you with my meat.”
Valerie busts out laughing, nearly dropping the box as she returns right at that moment.
“Thanks, pal,” I say, rescuing the package from her arms just before it too is sent crashing to the floor. “See ya around.”
“Not likely,” her boss chimes from behind the counter.
I nod, pushing the door open with my hip. “See what you’ll end up like if you don’t get enough protein?” My face is fixed on Val’s as my eyes roam over to Vanessa. “I’m happy to fix you up with whatever type of meat fits your fancy. And just so you know, protein injections happen to be my specialty.” I give her one last wink as I make my way back over to my shop.
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