Blue Colla Make Ya Holla

by Laramie Briscoe

  “I always figured life was going to give me what I was meant to have. Never thought much harder about it. Of course, I’ve been a lucky man in a lot of ways. My brother Kemp started a construction company, so I work for him without having some bossman bitching at me. My other brother Boyle bought a house with an apartment over the garage. He figured a renter would bring in extra cash and he needs it since the guy has a million kids. So I live there without having a landlord hassling me. Things fall into my lap most days. Look at you.”

  The waitress arrives with our drinks and leaves with our food order. As soon as she’s gone, Winston’s lips return to mine.

  “Where were we?” he asks, nuzzling my cheek.

  “I thought your brothers’ names were Tracy and Casey.”

  Winston grinned. “Yeah, but those names didn’t age well. When we moved, I found myself in a class with a girl Jamie. Not just one Jamie either. Every class was a different girl named Jamie. My brothers had the same problem, so we started going by our last names. Fortunately, we have different dads.”

  “I hadn’t realized Jerry wasn’t your dad.”

  “No, he’s Kemp’s dad. My dad died in a car accident. Boyle’s dad too. Sounds shady to have them die in the same way, but Mom had a thing for men with a lead foot.”

  Winston leans forward and nips at my earlobe. “Don’t feel sad for me. Just be glad I had a decent last name to fall back on.”

  “How old were you when your dad passed?”

  “Five, but please don’t worry about it. I had a great childhood. Dad died doing what he loved. Breaking speed limits.”

  I smile before a shiver comes over me from his lips sucking at my throat. “Stop. I can’t function when you do that.”

  “I don’t want you to function.”

  “Do you want me to eat?”

  Winston lifts his gaze to mine. “Good point. If I had my way, we’d be alone right now.”

  “Yes, but you wanted to go to dinner.”

  “What the hell was I thinking?”

  We share a smile and sip from our drinks. I enjoy the sweet rum in my Armadillo Punch while Winston sticks with a beer.

  “Have you ever been married?” I ask.

  “Not even close. I did have a relationship that lasted a year though,” he says, wrapping an arm around my shoulders again. “We broke up every month or so, but never for long. Still counts as a year in my mind.”

  “Why aren’t you together now?”

  “She cheated. Or maybe she stole my TV. I always get her and this other girl mixed up.”

  I frown at Winston, causing him to laugh. “Look, I’ve always dated one kind of woman. Do with that what you will, but I had a type and that type all played the same bullshit. Stealing, cheating, and even eating the last donut. Real evil shit.”

  Grinning despite my better judgment, I try not to put on my psychiatrist hat. It’s difficult though.

  “Did you love any of them?”

  “No. If I’d loved them, I’d have married them and had bratty kids with them then we’d be talking about how I have a few bratty kids with a few evil ex-wives.”

  Resting my hand on his thigh, I ask, “Why would you be attracted to women who treat you poorly?”

  “Why did you marry a douche?”

  “I wanted someone safe.”

  “I wanted someone wild. We both got what we wanted. Your husband bored the shit out of you. My women stole my crap and banged random guys. Turns out what we wanted didn’t work out so well.”

  “Do you still want a wild woman?”

  “Meredith, I want you. That’s what the tight pants are about.”

  Giggling like an idiot, I’m a slave to his hunger. Nothing else matters, not even my common sense.

  “As ridiculous as this sounds, I missed you,” I whisper. “During the week we dated in high school, I felt invincible.”

  “That’s how I’ve felt since you walked into the bar last night.”

  His lips are on mine again. We stop to drink then kiss again, mingling the flavors of the liquor.

  “Is that rum?” he asks, caressing a lock of my blonde hair through his rough fingers.

  I nod. “I don’t usually drink alcohol much. Since Sandy left, I’m trying to loosen up.”

  “Sandy,” he snorts. “That’s even worse than Tracy.”

  “Is it?”

  Winston grins. “When I have kids, I’m giving the boys real butch names and the girls princess names. Nonnegotiable.”

  “Really?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.

  Nearly laughing, Winston says, “Non-fucking-negotiable. My first son will be G.I. Joe. Second one will be Captain America. I don’t know about the third. Tonka Truck maybe?”

  I giggle since he’s completely serious. “How many kids are you planning on having?”

  “As many as my woman will give me. I’ve got lots of practice with my nieces and nephews. I’m ready for the real deal.”

  Winston pauses when the food arrives. Once we get situated, he glances at me.

  “Do you want kids?”

  “Yes.”

  Something about my tone draws his gaze. “Sore topic?”

  “Sandy and I had plans. Like a schedule, I guess. We planned to finish school and save money to buy a house. After we found a house, we’d prepare for a child.”

  “Very organized,” he says and I hear his disapproval. I frown at Winston who shrugs. “I don’t like thinking of you making babies with some douche. Sorry. Go ahead with your story.”

  “Possessive already?”

  “Why not? Wouldn’t you be upset if some old girlfriend of mine showed up?”

  “No, not particularly. In this scenario, would she throw herself at you? I admit I might be jealous, if she rubbed her breasts on your face.”

  “Would you fight for me?” he teases.

  “I can’t fight.”

  “It’s not hard. Just do the windmill move my cousin does. Girls go down pretty easy with that move.”

  “Good to know.”

  “So tell me about your plan with the douche.”

  Using my fork, I tear meat free from the ribs. This is my idea of getting messy.

  “When Sandy and I searched for a house, I wanted something two stories with lots of bedrooms. Instead, Sandy wanted a ranch-style with only three bedrooms. He said we could upgrade down the road. However, the entire point of saving up was to buy a long-term home. Moving is a tedious task. Why would anyone want to do it with kids, if they didn’t have to? I knew buying the house was a mistake, but I didn’t fight him. The thing is I know how to manipulate people well.”

  Winston gives me a sly grin. I smile too then continue talking between eating dinner. Every bite takes me closer to the drive home with Winston.

  “I know how to get Sandy to do what I want. After all, everyone has weaknesses. In Sandy’s case, he suffers from a sense of inadequacy in comparison to his older brother who was a jock and ace student. I could have easily mentioned how we needed a large house for all of the family dinners with his parents. He would have gotten competitive and wanted a bigger house. I now realize Sandy was already backing out of the marriage a year ago when we moved into the house. What I don’t understand is why I didn’t manipulate him into getting what I wanted?”

  “I’m no professional like you, but if I had to put on my thinking cap, I’d say you knew he wanted out and you were okay with that. You gave in because having a tiny house wasn’t gonna matter since kids weren’t happening.”

  When I study Winston, he leans over and kisses me.

  “Was I close?”

  “I’d never really thought about that, but you’re likely right. The day he dumped me, I knew I should cry, but I didn’t. I haven’t cried once since he left. I told myself I was in denial, but not like I thought. I never realized the relationship was over a long time ago.”

  “Everyone is pretty blind to their own crap. Most people are pretty stupid about other people’s crap too. You aren
’t so that makes you ahead of the game.”

  Winston manages to console me without a bunch of platitudes. He just says what needs to be said and returns to eating. I smile at his simplicity. Winston is perfect the way he is and refuses to put on any airs.

  Eating faster now, I’m desperate to get him alone and relive the excitement of my youth. Those hours in the tent were the most fun of my life. Now I get a second chance.

  Chapter Six

  Winston

  No Rebound

  ‡

  Arriving at her house, Meredith wraps herself against me as soon as I open the truck door. A quick fuck won’t satisfy. No, with Meredith, I want her spread out on the bed so I can explore the freckles along her chest and between her luscious tits.

  “You’re sexy as hell in this dress,” I say. “Now I want to see you out of it.”

  Meredith wraps her legs tighter around my hips. Even as she presses up to find my erection, I wiggle free.

  “Baby, let’s do this right.”

  We walk into the house where she smiles softly at me.

  “I need to run to the bathroom,” she says, leaving her keys and purse at the front table.

  Meredith disappears down a hallway and I wonder if she’s talking herself out of finishing what she started in the truck. I feel awkward standing in an unloved home. On a couch in the living room, I spot bright orange pillows. The house feels like her douche ex-husband who I’ve never met, yet instinctually hate. Those pillows are glimpses into Meredith’s fiery inside. Sandy smothered the passion in his wife, but I wasn’t an idiot like him. He expected her to behave. I want her to go wild in her quiet Meredith way.

  Appearing from the hallway, a barefoot Meredith looks me up and down before smiling.

  “You remember where my bedroom is, don’t you?”

  I wag my finger at her and Meredith flushes beat red. How I don’t come that very second I don’t know. I’m standing across the room, yet she reacts to me like I’m a sex god.

  Meredith shuffles closer, hesitant at first. She’s thinking the way smart women always think. I remember cheating off her papers and getting the best grades of my life. Meredith wanted to go wild back in high school and let everyone cheat off her. She wanted to be bad and dated me.

  I don’t know what she wants long term from me. Maybe I’m no different than when she figured I was Woody. I’m her fun fuck after a decade stuck with dull Sandy Schmuck. If this is her plan, I’ll change her mind.

  Tomorrow and next week and until she gets the message that we’re fated. Damn, if I’m not thinking the man above has His hands in this meet up. Yeah, we’re fated and I’m no rebound.

  Tomorrow, I’ll convince her.

  Tonight, I just plan to make her smile. Laugh. Scream. Come hard until her toes curl. I remember that about Meredith. I remember it all now and I have plans.

  No longer shuffling, Meredith tosses aside her nerves. She takes a few fast, long steps then throws her arms around my neck.

  “I’m relieved we didn’t do anything last night. I don’t want to miss anything.”

  Grinning, I lift her up easily and wrap her legs around my waist. Meredith’s dress hikes up as I walk her to the bedroom. I rest her back on the bed and take in the sight of her simple white panties. They’re damp before I run my finger down the slit. Meredith shivers, breathing fast.

  “Winston,” she mumbles, sitting up and reaching for the buttons on my shirt. “I want to see your tattoos.”

  “I bet you do,” I tease, running my fingers through her long blonde hair. “Shit.”

  As soon as my shirt falls off my shoulders, Meredith licks my exposed flesh. Her fingers move too fast, her tongue and lips taste hungrily. We need relief before we can slow down and enjoy ourselves.

  “You’re sunburned,” she says as I pull her to her feet.

  The concern in her voice makes my cock throb. Turning her around, I unzip her dress while my lips press against her ear.

  “If you don’t stop being perfect, I’m going to come in my pants.”

  “How can I be less perfect?” she asks with humor in her voice.

  “Hell if I know.”

  I slide the hooks off her bra and it falls forward onto the ground. My hands find her tits and squeeze those hard nipples. Meredith moans, leaning back against me. I nip the flesh of her throat and she moans again, leaning forward. She’s lost in the need. Forget seduction. I need to fuck and she needs me inside her.

  I push the dress past her hips then wiggle off her panties. Her hands press against the mattress, struggling to stay upright. I inhale the scent of her wet pussy. Kissing each ass cheek, I peer around her hip and admire her tits. I want to touch and taste and fuck them. I want it all, but I can barely wait to get my cock out of my pants. Shoving them off, I stand naked and hard behind her.

  “Meredith,” I say and she instinctively knows.

  Spreading her legs, she tilts her ass up at me. “Winston.”

  Caressing her pussy, the head of my cock shines as our juices mingle. Meredith presses back, wanting my cock to own her. She’s like a woman starving and her hunger is addictive.

  We groan together as my cock disappears into her desperate pussy. Meredith can’t wait. Needing relief, she pushes her hips back.

  “I need to fuck you,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around her waist as my cock throbs deep inside her. “I’ll make your toes curl later. I want you so bad that I can’t go slow.”

  “Winston, forget slow. Fuck me.”

  Meredith twists around to kiss me and I feel like no time has passed since we last fucked in the tent. Her face flushed. Her eyes alert. Her tits jutting out, aching to be teased. I’m happy to help.

  One arm remains wrapped around her waist as I thrust. My free hand teases one nipple then the next. I want to make her scream, but we’re both so close that it takes only a few hard thrusts and my fingers between her legs to send us over the edge.

  I empty myself inside her while her pussy clutches at me.

  “Well that took the edge off,” she teases then crawls away.

  I watch her turn over and rest on her back. Her legs part and she sighs really soft and sweet.

  “I’m not usually waxed,” she says, caressing her pussy. “I thought it would make me feel sexy, but it hurt like hell.”

  I lean forward and kiss her knee, allowing my lips to slide lower. When I nip at her inner thigh, Meredith’s pussy dampens in anticipation.

  “I wouldn’t care if you were sporting the Amazon jungle down here,” I murmur, resting on my stomach even if my cock aches to be where my fingers play.

  Meredith smiles, yet her mind is less on my words than my fingers. She’s so wet and hot against my touch.

  “Did you miss me?” I ask as one finger disappears inside her pussy.

  “Yes.”

  “Did you think of me when you fucked Sandy?” I demand, filling her with a second finger.

  “Yes.”

  I like how she lies for me. Who gives a shit about honesty when her juices dampen my knuckles?

  My lips suck at her swollen clit. Not too hard. She’s close enough to only need a nudge. Meredith whimpers and my fingers drip with her pleasure. I lick at my fingers then slide them back into her. I want to lick her longer, deeper.

  Meredith sits up and cups my face, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss and she tastes her juices on my tongue.

  “Fuck me,” she whispers, tugging me over her.

  “I’m like a virgin on my first date.”

  Smiling, she gazes lovingly at my cock. “We can take our time later.”

  I guide my cock into her pussy again then thrust until she’s full. Meredith and I sigh in unison.

  “I forgot how great sex could feel,” she whispers more to herself than me.

  “If you let me,” I say, leaning down to suck at her lips, “I’ll remind you every fucking day.”

  Meredith wraps her arms around my neck then closes her eyes as I move faster inside
her.

  “How can I tell this face no?” she murmurs.

  Our hips move in rhythm. The fucking isn’t why I’m hooked. It’s the damn perfection of this evening. Her gaze on me is magic. Her voice is music. No woman ever did this to me and I know I can love Meredith.

  I just need to make sure she doesn’t talk herself into making us a fling.

  Chapter Seven

  Meredith

  Wishing for a Sick Day

  ‡

  Winston’s nude body looks out of place on my flowered sheets. Bedding can be replaced while this sexy specimen can’t. He’s resting on his back, grinning at me. Though the TV plays quietly, I doubt he’s really watching the news.

  I check my messages then adjust the alarm clock since Mondays are my early days.

  “How come?” he asks, rolling over and hugging my leg against him.

  “Normally, I see patients starting at nine, but one of them needed an early appointment. I made an exception, so Mondays are my early days.”

  “What’s wrong with this guy?”

  I smile at his relaxed, rather playful tone. “I can’t share patient details.”

  “This guy isn’t dangerous, is he?”

  I nearly laugh at the protective growl in his voice. “None of my patients are treated for violent tendencies. However, anyone is capable of violence under certain circumstances.”

  “You like helping people. I remember how you helped me with schoolwork in high school.”

  Winston’s teasing me, so I pat his head and say nothing.

  “How did you get this mark on your leg?” he asks, kissing my outer thigh. “It wasn’t there in high school.”

  “Back in college, I went with my family on vacation to the Hamptons. I lost my balance and leaned against a grill.”

  “Poor sweet Meredith.”

  Winston sucks at the flesh until I melt against the headboard. Sensing my willingness for more sex before we call it a night, he slides his fingers between my legs. I squirm lower on the bed then climb over him. He looks delicious beneath me and I want to nibble every inch of him.

  I’m tired though. Despite his sly grin and powerful thrusts, Winston is exhausted too. I started the day hung-over. I’m ending it relaxed like I’ve never been before. I don’t now how long Winston takes to crash, but I’m asleep only minutes after his cock leaves my body.