Slick

by Kristi Pelton

  “Where do you want to go from here?”

  Her lips curled up. “We live almost as far away from each other as we possibly could.”

  Immediately I pulled out my phone and typed it in.

  “Two-thousand eight-hundred miles. Just a short drive.” I winked and she slid my baseball cap from my head. The vulnerability I felt without it was oddly weird.

  She raked her hands through my hair, and when her grip tightened tugging just a bit, her tired eyes hooded and her lips slightly parted. My girl was more beautiful today than four years ago. The look in her eyes was of an unfed, undeniable hunger.

  “Want some wine?” she blurted, breaking her gaze and releasing my hair.

  “Sure.” I didn’t want anything to drink. The only thing I wanted was her. The only thing I’d ever wanted was her. But clearly, she was a little hesitant.

  Back in the kitchen, I sat her on the counter then poured her some wine. Her sudden nervousness worried me a little. Had it been too long? Did she still want me? She chewed on the side of her lip as she watched me hand her the glass. I hadn’t touched or tasted her for so long. I didn’t want to wait another minute.

  Being bold, I unfastened the big silver buckle on the leather belt around her waist. Her eyes widened and then hooded again almost instantly. I casually unbuttoned her jeans.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck,” I directed and she did.

  After I lifted her, I slid her jeans over her hips, pulling one leg off at a time. Our eyes stayed engaged as I did my work.

  “Don’t you think we should talk?” she asked.

  “Talk about what? How many times I’m gonna make you come?”

  Her breath caught in her throat. There was no way I’d ever forget that she liked a little bit of dirty talk. Besides, I could see that her panties were wet. She did want me!

  “Seriously, Bodhi. We can’t just get together and fuck every few years. We need to talk.”

  Her words irritated me, but I let them slide.

  I nodded, stepped between her legs and said, “Talk.” Then through her wet panties, I started rubbing her clit with my thumb.

  Her adorable brown eyes rolled back slightly.

  “Talk, Tessa.”

  She breathed through a moan, and I increased my pressure.

  “You’re going to leave as soon as we’re done and that’s going to kill me.”

  My thumb stopped the circular motion first and then my brain caught up. What she said was right on.

  “I have to, Tessa. We have a show tomorrow night. Do you think for a second I want to leave you now that I’ve found you again? What do you want? Do you want me to stop?” I rumbled, my thumb more abrasive. The anger inside of me so easily resurfaced so I stopped what I was doing.

  She grabbed my hand and moved it back to between her legs so I could resume my assault on her clit.

  “I don’t want to think about how manipulated we’ve been.” She panted and her head rested back against the cupboard.

  Keeping my thumb going at a satisfying pace, I untied the leather whatever it was she had on top and loosened it. “I’m pretty fucking pissed off right now thinking about the manipulations myself and trying really hard not to take it out on you. Take this off.”

  Immediately, she yanked it up over her head and discarded it to the floor. Not wanting to waste time, I lowered her camisole off her shoulder exposing her breast. Her nipple was beautiful and hard, and saliva pooled in my mouth.

  “Bodhi…I’m going to come. Please take off my panties.”

  “No,” I grumbled. “I am going to devour your sweet pussy. I’m going to make you come over and over until you fall asleep in my arms. We’re starting where we left off.”

  The expression on her face led me to believe she indeed was close, and when her hands fisted in my shirt, I swirled my tongue around her nipple sucking it with the gentlest of pressure.

  “Oh, Bodhi!” she cried out. “I’m coming,” she whispered, and her head draped onto my shoulder.

  And the one thing I missed so much was feeling her spasm around my fingers when she came. Breaking the barrier of the lace, I buried two fingers inside of her as she exploded.

  “Jesus, Tessa,” I moaned, my fingers slick and coated with her juices.

  As her breathing slowed, I needed her to know that I hadn’t even begun. I was going to…

  Catching me completely off guard, she bucked off the counter shoving me backward and off balance, sending me crashing into the refrigerator. Even with little light, her nearly black eyes were wild and starved as she lunged at me, grabbing the waist of my jeans. She made short work of the belt and jeans and they pooled at my ankles before I could reach for a condom.

  But then surprising me even more, she fell to her knees, licked then rubbed her lips together and God love her, my cock was buried balls deep in her mouth before I could say a word.

  I blew out the longest breath of air. She didn’t know this but holy fuck it had been a long time. I was going to come nearly instantaneously. How damn embarrassing!

  Over the past four years, I dreamed of her touch. I’d close my eyes and fight to remember how good it felt to be in her mouth. Tessa wasn’t just sucking my cock, she was claiming fucking ownership and I was ready to sign the papers. She had to have known I was hers.

  “Fuck! I’m going to come, Tessa.”

  She fucking giggled…GIGGLED through a long groan and that shot me right over the edge. “Ahh,” I cried out releasing every last drop down her throat. “Christ!”

  “So, so glad you didn’t get my hair this time,” she whispered seductively licking up the side.

  A low chuckle rumbled through my chest as I recalled the memory. But I couldn’t move for a second because I pretty much gave that all I had.

  “That was damn impressive,” I said sarcastically. ‘May have been a world record. What was it…forty-two seconds maybe?” My stomach shook with laughter.

  The ring of my phone interrupted us, and our eyes instantly found each other—fear floated in her gaze.

  “Tyler,” I said, seeing his name on my phone and answering.

  “You find her?”

  “Yes.” I breathed out—her ears listening to every word I said.

  “Is it all good?” he asked.

  “I think so.”

  “Hi, Ty!” she said over me, and I grinned at her.

  “Tell my princess hi.”

  I growled just a bit.

  “He says hi.” I rolled my eyes.

  “Bodhi. The trucks already left man. We are waiting on you.”

  “I know…” is all I said. And when she closed her eyes, she knew I was leaving. I hung up the phone without a goodbye and stowed it in my pocket as a lone tear streaked her cheek.

  Chapter 32—Tessa~ Just me

  I didn’t want to cry…more than anything, I wanted him to see me as strong…as a survivor. I could do this. After I swiped away the tear, I smiled.

  “Do you know how much I loved seeing you?”

  “If you loved it so much then don’t cry,” he said, tracing the backs of his knuckles over my cheek.

  “These tears are of happiness. Or…I don’t know, maybe closure? If that’s the right word?”

  It took him exactly two seconds to shoot upright, taking me with him as he pinned me against the wall…the angry kiss in full force.

  “Bodhi…I…”

  His aggressive, hot mouth covered mine and he only broke for a second reaching down into his jeans that were still in a pile on the floor. His fierce expression made the hair on my neck stand. My mind couldn’t keep up with how fast he sheathed his already hard cock with a condom, and then looped my knees on his arms lifting me up.

  “Does this fucking feel over, Tessa?” he gritted as he slid into me painstakingly slow robbing me from answering. “Answer me!” His mouth captured mine again, his tongue twisting frantically with my tongue, not allowing me to respond.

  As gradually as he entered me, he
pulled out just as brutally—his eyes crazy with lust. This time, he plowed into me rougher than he ever had but with a delicious force that ignited a hidden fire inside of me.

  “God, Bodhi!” I shouted as his fluid movements catered to every single crevice and curve of my body. Without a doubt, I knew he was ripping me apart, yet it was a pleasure so intense, and encompassed every sense…it didn’t matter to me what he did to my body. I’d never trusted anyone so much in my life. As he took possession of every conscious and unconscious part of my being, and as his mouth sucked parts of my shoulders and chest—I knew he was branding me of sorts. Four years ago, I thought I knew I was his but now, he left me with no questions…no doubts. He’d officially claimed me. I was copyrighted. All rights reserved. I belonged to Bodhi Ellingston.

  Never had I come like this, without direct clit stimulation…but his body was rubbing me perfectly—the ideal friction. His feral grunts filled the air as I felt the pressure of his head pressing against my shoulder.

  “You’re gonna come,” he announced as if I wasn’t mindful of the impending eruption about to take place in my body. Yet his awareness of my body during the untamed exchange between us made my mind hazy…cloudy and I suddenly lost myself in the moment. A throaty scream echoed up from my gut as my irrepressible body naturally arched into his…while the orgasm spiraled through me like nothing I’d ever experienced. Waves of unstoppable pleasure poured over me as I felt him harden and his grip tightened on my ass as he buried himself so deep. I cried out as white lights fired around my head feeling him pulse inside of me.

  “Bodhi…” I whispered with more than a hint of concern. I thought I might pass out.

  Realizing how unsteady I was, he gripped my neck and tucked me into him and then spun around with his back to the wall, sliding until we both rested on the floor. Our breathing equalized the tension that was fading.

  “Tessa. Don’t you get it? We will never be over. This doesn’t come along again in a lifetime. There is no closure to be had. You belong to me. And I will forever be yours. Distance and time…they don’t exist when it comes to us.”

  My eyes examined every inch of his face…deliberately searching for any hint of doubt behind his words. None. There was none.

  “I’m here for at least six more months because of school.”

  I knew when his brows met in the middle and his eyes closed, he wasn’t keen with the idea.

  “Come with me, now. Your school doesn’t start for two weeks. Pack a bag, you’re coming with me.”

  It started as a plea, but ended as a demand. I loved demanding Bodhi.

  “You’re crazy,” I teased.

  He gripped my cheeks in his hands. “Certi-fuckin-fiable…for you!”

  He stood, taking me with him and then gently set my feet down handing me my panties.

  “You’re serious?”

  As he fastened his pants and buckled his belt, he kissed the tip of my nose. “I’ve never been more serious in my life. Now, I have to go even though I’d prefer to stay here. Give me your cell number and I’ll let you know when the car will pick you up.”

  “Bodhi!” I squealed. not believing this was happening as he pulled me near the front door.

  “You pack the lace. I’ll cover the latex,” he winked. “I have to go.”

  After the exchange of numbers and a quick kiss…he jumped in his truck and drove off. And just like that, Bain Ellingston had crashed into my world and was gone again.

  When I saw Ty, a mile-wide smile lit my face along with my heart. Our moments together. His smile. His kindness. I would never forget our time together either.

  “Oh my God!” I threw my arms around his neck as he spun me in an embrace.

  “You look beautiful, Tess. I’ve missed you.”

  “I’ve missed you too,” I said, hugging tighter.

  “Stop molesting her, Tyler,” Bodhi added dryly while he grabbed my bags out of the back of the car.

  Ty smirked. “I can molest her if I want. She was mine first and you know it.”

  Ty loved pushing Bodhi’s buttons when it came to me. He always had. The thing was…Bodhi wasn’t as playful. So when he shot Ty a warning look that would advise anyone to stay away, Ty laughed and grabbed my ass.

  “Oh Princess!”

  I cackled in laughter, but the second Bodhi started toward us, Ty turned using me as a shield knowing that Bodhi would never hurt me. But Bodhi was quicker. Within seconds, he had Ty by the neck and though he was chuckling, his eyes were serious.

  “Set her down and step away from the girl.”

  Ty did as instructed and then shoved me at Bodhi. Their playfulness was genuine. I loved every second of it. Bodhi pinned me to his chest.

  “Why does he have to do that shit?” He grinned.

  “Because he loves you.” I smiled. “So do I. Still. After all this time. I love you. And even though you’ve never said it—you don’t have to say it—but just know that I do. I can’t believe you have your own bus,” I quickly added, trying to distract him from my diarrhea mouth.

  A low chuckle from his chest rumbled through my back and I soaked up his happiness. When I looked back on my life, with him is the only time I’d ever really been happy.

  “Come on,” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll show you where you’ll be sleeping for the next 14 nights.”

  It wasn’t until the O-Seed were about to go on that Bodhi had a guy named Rick walk me down to a seat off center from the stage. Or should I say, in front of Bodhi.

  The crowd was crazy loud and my heart swelled with pride as I watched Bodhi turn his baseball cap backward and start playing the guitar just like I remembered—his eyes never strayed far from me. As I glanced around at the screaming girls, some with signs, some scantily dressed for the season, I noticed all of them shouting at him. Some of the girls even wore baseball caps of their own flipped around.

  Most of the night, I spent standing, dancing…reminiscing about when I had heard these songs for the first time. The sounds were very similar from four years ago but on such a larger, louder scale.

  “I wrote this song four years ago and we have practiced the hell out of it. But I’ve waited to sing it to one particular girl, and well, she’s finally here tonight. Tessa. This is for you.”

  Me? Oh my goodness… The crowd surprisingly erupted in cheers. These girls wanted Bodhi and for him to say this was dedicated to a special girl…well, I figured they’d throw shit at him or even worse, at me!

  A russet-haired beauty—took my breath away

  Stole my heart with her wave that day

  I had nothing to offer to the girl

  Prada, Louis and Gucci is what she wore

  All I had to give… Just Me.

  There was no way to buy her love

  That girl had all she could need

  I’d already given out my virginity

  All I had to give her…Just me.

  Just me…Slick…take me or leave me.

  Just me…I’ll love you forever

  Nothing to offer but my love to you

  Just me…that’s all I’ve got….Just me.

  Those brown eyes stole my soul

  Her hand held my heart

  My physical being was hers for the taking

  All I could give her…Just me.

  She’s gone—trapped in a world away

  Our lives in two different far away places

  I’m alone and stuck in a world of pain

  All I have…is Just me.

  Just me…Slick…take me or leave me.

  Just me…I’ll love you forever

  Nothing to offer but my love to you

  Just me…that’s all I’ve got….Just me.

  Please find me…please…Just me.

  A single tear trickled onto my lips and my tongue intercepted it. The swelling in my throat made it difficult to swallow. As the crowd once again exploded with clapping and shouts, it reminded me that Bodhi and I were not the only two in the arena.
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  “Thank you,” Bodhi said softly into the mic as the lights across the stage dimmed.

  Not a single person in my entire life had displayed their love for me with such a grand gesture. Four years ago, I wanted to live in his bedroom forever with him. Nothing had changed. Being with him was all that mattered.

  “Slick.”

  My head jerked up and there he stood on the stage above me. But his voice echoed out over the crowd. Don’t do this…don’t embarrass me…

  “I’m yours. I hope you know that. I’ve always been yours. Before I knew you…I was yours. And sweetheart, I’ll give you whatever I can in this life. But truth be told, all you need is Just Me.” He winked. “I love you, Slick.”

  My vision clouded with tears. I didn’t want to cry. It seemed as if I’d cried a lot since he’d found me again. But these were the happiest of tears. I’d told him in California I loved him and was met with only silence. I’d told him again yesterday and he only chuckled. This very public profession of his love for me stunned me. It wasn’t until a girl smacked me in the back and screamed that I snapped out of it.

  “Bodhi Ellingston loves you!” she screamed.

  I nodded, trying not to act so surprised and now the screams all around me were intimidating as hell. Suddenly, Bodhi’s hand was in front of my face and his tender eyes cried out to me.

  “Come on,” he mouthed. I sure as hell couldn’t hear him, but read his lips easily. Once I extended my hand to him, he lifted me up and the people around me shoved me up from beneath me. His smile broadened as I joined him on stage.

  “I love you.” The words rushed over his lips. “I love you.”

  I grinned. “Yes, I heard you. Thirty-thousand people heard you.”

  “Everyone needs to know,” he whispered roughly in my ear, tickling me. “I write songs about this shit, baby. Finding the one. Loving your girl. Spending your life with that one. Tell me you’re ready for this.”