Slick

by Kristi Pelton

  I maneuvered down the embankment slipping twice on the slick, wet rock and then walked through the beach grass over to the sand. You know how they say everything happens for a reason? Well, staring out into the Pacific and watching the brewing storm, I couldn’t help but stand in awe at its beauty. Even though rain pelted me, I stood with my eyes closed as if the storm were a right of passage into womanhood somehow. I’d fallen in love over the past three weeks. I’d met the man I wanted to spend my life with—even though deep in my heart I knew it could never be. I’d spend my life just like my mother…unhappy, miserable and with a man I didn’t love. In fact, I already knew his name. Christopher Lara III.

  Chapter 20—Bodhi~ Mine…

  I’d fishtailed, hydroplaned, sped and driven recklessly in the unrelenting downpour to travel the near hour distance. Elle was pissed that I refused to take her with me, but I needed Tessa to myself.

  I had underestimated Ali and her manipulative, vindictive ways. That would never happen again.

  The shrimp shack sign Tessa has seen was only about a half hour from my parents’ house and the thought occurred to me to call my father and ask if he would go to her. But truth is, he’d only have beat me by maybe 15 minutes. That shit was better off left alone anyway.

  When I pulled over into the gravel, spotting her sitting on the beach in the downpour, my heart seemed to disintegrate…crumble into nothing. Somehow this tiny, little brown-haired, brown-eyed creature had become my world. My world. I wanted her to be mine to take care of. Mine to love. Mine to cherish. Mine to fuck.

  The temperature had dropped since I’d left and a chill shot through my body as the wind and rain slapped me. I picked up my step. She sat with her knees pulled to her chest watching the storm.

  “I like you wet.”

  Her head snapped in my direction and even though she smiled—her chin quivered. She got up so fast and ran to me, I didn’t have time to read much more of her expression.

  “Bodhi!” she cried when she dove into my arms. “I’m so sorry.”

  I shoved her back for a second needing to see her beautiful chocolate eyes. Her lashes were all stuck together.

  “I’m sorry. You trust so easily. You can’t do that, Tessa. You could have been hurt.”

  That thought brought bile up my esophagus as I lifted her beneath her arms. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around me and I buried my nose in her neck. She trembled from the cold, and with her stuck to me, I made my way back to the Jeep.

  We’d driven silently for six miles with the heat turned on high when she pointed to a hotel on the cliff. No words passed between us. Zero. My cock hardened instantly with the thought of staying here with her. And when she shivered and nodded giving me final approval, I pulled in and parked. I didn’t give two shits that I needed to get back to rehearse.

  She stayed in the car while I got a room, and then I parked near the door. Still drenched, she got out but didn’t hurry. What difference did it make, we were both soaked.

  I adjusted the heater to take the chill from the room.

  “I’d like a hot shower,” she whispered from behind me. When I turned around, her arms were held high, waiting for me to undress her. Without hesitation, I gathered her wet dress at the hem and lifted it over her head. When she shuddered, although I smiled, I knew I needed to get her warm.

  Leading her into the bathroom, I turned on the water all the way to hot to help warm the air. The beauty standing in front of me stole my breath. And when she started to pull my shirt off…I let her. All along I’d been the aggressor and now…I was at her mercy.

  When she unbuttoned my khakis, I exhaled at her expectation of my showering with her. I wanted nothing more…to wash her…caress her…worship her. When I unfastened her bra and she dropped it onto the floor, my eyes skated down to her hardened nipples. My mouth watered and I lowered her panties brushing a kiss over her thighs…taking in every inch of her with my eyes.

  After adjusting the water temperature, I lifted her in and then grabbed the shampoo, conditioner and soap from the counter. We had nothing else with us. When I joined her, the look in her eyes was one of hunger…lust. She still shivered, so I turned her under the spray to warm her up. But when I did, her perfectly round ass was exposed to me. Without thinking, I fell to my knees and kissed her tailbone and then brushed my lips over each cheek. Damn…when she arched her lower back toward me…I wanted to take her right then and there. Still no words. A silent movie played out between us.

  Now that her hair was wet, I lathered up my hands with shampoo and began massaging her scalp. This wasn’t my first shower with a woman, but it was the first time I wanted more than shower sex. The inexplicable love that welled in my chest as I lathered first her hair and then her body surged through me like adrenaline. She wasn’t concerned about me seeing her naked, without make up or her hair not being done. The beauty she exuded was beyond words.

  As my sudsy hands skated over her slick body, she began working me up and down from root to tip. Up until that point, the only noise in the shower was that of the water, but now our moans began to intensify.

  Respectfully pushing her hands away, I leaned in, turned off the water and then wrapped her in a towel.

  “I take it we are getting out,” she asked softly

  “You are pruning.” I winked.

  She didn’t want to crawl into bed with wet hair, so I watched as she blew it dry. The thunder rolled in the distance as she finally wriggled in next to me. I’d never appreciated a storm more. If I died right here in this moment…I would leave this world the happiest I’d ever been. To me—this was heaven on earth. She was the closest I would ever get and in my mind, this girl had angel wings.

  Our naked bodies beneath the covers, the heat, the entangled limbs, two hearts frantically searching for a common rhythm. The anticipation between us of what was about to happen…the desire and need in both of our eyes. The sweet exchange of kisses—tongues mingled with the scent of impending sex lingered in the air.

  “Are you sure?” I asked, praying to God she would say yes.

  I stared down into muddy ponds as her eyes filled, and once she blinked, the tears leaked over. “Bodhi. I’ve never,” she hiccupped her words. “Wanted anything more. I’m scared this will send you running away from me, but I can’t not say it. I’ve fallen for you. All of you. I love you.”

  I stroked the precious little V between her eyebrows as I tried to erase all questions from her mind. But I refused to say ‘I love you’ back and simply have it sound robotic and thoughtless. I needed her to know how I felt without those words. With very little foreplay, I slid the condom down my cock and then checked her to make sure we were good. The importance of this moment to her was equally important to me.

  Hovering over her, watching her face, the emotion reflecting in her eyes…I rubbed the head at her opening as a slight sigh fled from her lips.

  “Tessa,” I whispered, and her eyes came open immediately grabbing a hold of mine. “You…” I started to choke up. “You have the power to destroy me.”

  She spread her legs further allowing mine to fully fall between. Silently, I prayed that was her acknowledgment of my words and that my destruction would never come at her hands.

  We’d done a little fully clothed grinding like this a couple of times but now…nothing stood in the way.

  With great restraint, I gently and slowly slid inside her. A painful grimace pulled at her features, and I brushed a light kiss over her lips.

  “Are you OK?” I whispered.

  Her nod was weak.

  “Open your eyes,” I said…only about a quarter of the way in at this point. When her eyes peeled open, desire filled them. Her hips arched toward mine and I couldn’t resist any longer, I pushed forward.

  “Ahh!” she cried out and I’d realized what I’d done.

  “I’m sorry. Jesus, Tessa,” I breathed out, swallowing at the same time.

  “Bo-dhi. God that hurt.”

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�I’m sorry baby. I’m sorry.” I threw random kisses over her forehead, her nose, cheeks and chin. “Want me to stop?”

  “No. Not ever.”

  Her words set me off for some reason, and I knew I couldn’t move or I’d be done. So I focused on her.

  I leaned back onto my knees watching her expression as I changed positions just a little. Then when I pressed my thumb over her swollen clit, she tilted her hips up bringing me closer again.

  “Tessa. You’re so tight and warm and wet. I’m not going to last.”

  The most angelic smile crossed her face until I rotated my thumb again bringing my naughty girl back to life.

  It didn’t take long for her to get there too. To have an orgasm looming. Her eyes were viciously hungry for it as her breathing grew out of control.

  “Bodhi, don’t stop!” she cried out as I watched her hips arch up, taking every last inch of me, her insides greedily clawing around me as she climaxed. From her back she worked me until I couldn’t take it anymore. Lying forward, I tucked her head into my chest and plunged into her repeatedly… as a couple of fingernails tore into my shoulders. I released, spewing into the condom…damn I wanted it to be inside her.

  When I felt dampness on my cheek, I reared back and looked at her. Tears streaked her cheeks and she shook her head.

  “Tessa?” I whispered. “I hurt you?”

  “Yes. But that’s not why the tears.”

  I slowly shifted my body, pulling out of her and tugged her as close as I could get.

  “Talk to me, Slick.”

  She let out a long breath. “I’m just so happy. You make me feel so loved.”

  My heart swelled so big my chest hurt. There was no way in hell I was letting this girl go in a month and a half. She might not see it yet…but she belonged to me now.

  Chapter 21—Tessa~ Love

  “Yeah? What’s up?” Bodhi’s voice pulled me from sleep. “She’s with me.” His arms tightened around me and he spoke so softly, I could tell he didn’t want to wake me.

  “What time is it?” he asked, followed by silence. “Can we cancel the show for tomorrow…tonight, whatever?”

  He exhaled a long slow breath. “Fine. But I’m not setting up or tearing down.”

  Bodhi’s hand caressed my back. “Because, Tyler, I want to spend it with her. Every second.”

  I felt Bodhi’s chest rumble. “Fuck you, Tyler,” he said playfully. “I’m spending every minute I can with her until she leaves.” My heart expanded with his words. “I know that too.”

  His cell phone skidded on the night table and he repositioned himself next to me, not realizing I was awake. Moaning, I stretched, arching into him and felt soreness in several parts of me…but mostly between my legs. But more than that, a low winding ache was throbbing somewhere inside me wanting all of him, again. All night I’d been restless, unable to get him close enough to me.

  Beneath the covers, I reached down until I found his dick. It was still big, but wasn’t hard—a low rumble reverberated in his chest and then up his throat.

  “You just woke the sleeping giant,” he groaned as he quickly hardened in my hand.

  When my lips met his chest, I giggled. His feathery touch skated up my backside circling my butt cheek before he flipped me over in one fluid motion.

  As he planted a soft kiss over my lips, his hand slipped around to the front and he slowly dipped his finger into me. Without realizing, I winced and immediately he stopped moving his finger.

  “That hurt?” he asked, gently pulling it out.

  “A little,” I whispered. “But that’s OK. We can try.”

  He tenderly patted my thigh. “No way, Slick. You’ll feel better tomorrow.” He nipped at my bottom lip.

  “Slick…I love my nickname.”

  “Good. I’ve never given a nickname to someone before.” His arms tightened around me like we were done messing around. I could still make him feel good.

  “What is your real name?” I asked…so hoping he would tell me.

  He hesitated, laughing for a second and I tried to memorize the lines of his smile, his beautiful teeth, his perfectly chiseled jaw and the way his brown eyes burned into me.

  “Bain.”

  I smiled.

  “Bain what?”

  He drew in a deep breath. “Ellingston.”

  Clearly this was difficult for him. I wound my arms around him hoping he knew how much this meant to me. When I lifted my eyes to meet his, concern etched wrinkles over his forehead and between his eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  His Adam’s apple jutted out and back in. The reason for his unease was obvious to me, but he didn’t know that.

  He shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong. Go back to sleep. We have to head back in a few hours.”

  Without him knowing, I knew what was wrong. I curled my body into his…our limbs tangled together. This is the only place in the world I wanted to be… My Bain…my Bodhi.

  The next morning, I fell asleep in the Jeep and disappointedly missed most of the drive back. Missing any time with Bodhi was not good in my book. Thoughts of staying in California crept into my mind—even though I knew it was never an option. But truth was…I couldn’t imagine leaving him.

  “Hey, baby. Wake up. We’re home.”

  When I pulled my eyes open, I squinted from the brilliant sun. He stepped in the way of the glare and his angelic shadow was highlighted by the brightness.

  Though he hadn’t returned the ‘I love you’ that slid so easily off my tongue, I could see it in his stare as his brown eyes bore into me.

  “The band needs my help. But let me tuck you into my bed for safekeeping.”

  His smile was all I needed to say yes. I couldn’t resist any part of him. I’d fallen under the Bodhi spell…like so many others…I just hoped I was different than the girls before me.

  He unfastened my seat belt and cradled me in his arms. I whimpered when he tightened his grip.

  Once inside, Ty snickered when he saw Bodhi carrying me.

  “Did she hurt her legs?” he joked.

  “No. But, I’m gonna hurt yours, Tyler.”

  I winked at Ty, who winked back.

  Without letting me go, Bodhi yanked the covers back then laid me down.

  “Please rest, OK?”

  I nodded, burrowing myself deep in his sheets and smell.

  He kissed my nose. “If you come to watch us play, I’ll have a stool for you.”

  “I’ll be there,” I yawned.

  Six hours later, I groggily woke to Elle rocking me on the bed.

  “Wake up!” she demanded as I opened my eyes. The room was dark, but I could see her clearly from the moonlight spraying through the window.

  “What’s wrong? What time is it?”

  “Bodhi is freaking the fuck out because you didn’t show tonight. It’s midnight! Are you OK?”

  “Yeah. I was just sleeping, I guess. Where is he?”

  I grabbed my phone…16 missed phone calls.

  “They are shutting down. Supposed to play until 2 but somebody got a taste of someone’s pussy and wants to be with her! You little ‘ho! Why didn’t you tell me?”

  He told Elle? “He told you?”

  She collapsed on the bed laughing. “No. But I could see it in his eyes. Girl, that boy is whipped.”

  “What do you mean whipped?”

  “It means he’d do anything to have it and to keep it.”

  I grinned.

  “I have an idea. Jump in the shower,” she said smacking my ass.

  Chapter 22—Bodhi~ My seductress

  Elle’s text telling me Tess was at home did little to comfort me. Why hadn’t she come to the bar? I’d left her in my bed. What had kept her from coming? My stomach turned with the thought of her seeing the pictures on the web of me and the other women. I’d take it all back in a second if I could now…but…I couldn’t.

  “Bodhi?”

  The moment the voice registered in
my head, I whipped around but Ty, Ben and Dirk were all three quicker, blocking me from getting to Ali, who stood behind them with a tear-streaked face.

  “You better get the fuck away from me!”

  “I’m sorry, OK? I fucked up!”

  I shrugged, turning away from her, shutting down any piece of shit excuse coming from her mouth.

  “I don’t care, Ali. It doesn’t matter why you did it. You did it. That girl did nothing to you but trust you. If you had come after me, I’d have forgiven you perhaps. You went after the wrong person. I actually can’t believe I’ve entertained this conversation as long as I have. You will no longer be allowed at any show of ours ever again. Now get out.”

  “Bodhi, please. Just listen.”

  Done with this, I jumped off the stage and walked out the back door. I had a girl to find.

  When I opened my bedroom door, my breath hitched in my throat—stuck—not sure which way to go to breathe, and my head couldn’t guide it any better.

  Lit candles flickered around the room—my bedroom and she lay across the bed on her side in a black, little lacy number that spoke directly to my cock.

  “I missed you,” she cutely whispered—trying to be a sexy little seductress. I loved her so much I couldn’t contain the mile-wide smile that spread over my face.

  Finally, I breathed, but only because I needed to speak.

  “I missed you more,” I managed to say still just standing there. The neurotransmitters in my head weren’t doing their job because I was telling my damn feet to move but I was paralyzed with emotion.

  “You OK?” she asked. My feet finally cooperated and I strolled toward the bed kicking off my shoes.

  “I am now. You. Are. Beautiful.” The fluidity of my words sucked. It sounded more like three distinct words rather than a statement.

  The candlelight flickered over her body and a wickedly slow smile crept across her face.