The One Place

by Laurel Curtis

  I was pretty sure that if he wanted me to be his, with the way he was treating me, I’d be his forever.

  He shoved two fingers inside and I came instantly. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore, but he caught me with an arm around my waist, leaving his fingers inside until the spasms stopped.

  I was starting to come back to myself and heard him talking. “Well, that doesn’t solve all of my problems, but at least you look like I just fucked you now. Maybe I won’t end up in jail for beatin’ the shit outta every guy in the bar.”

  I wasn’t even sure what he was talking about, but I knew what I wanted to do. I dropped to my knees and started unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He started to pull me up, but before he could I shoved his pants and boxer briefs down and took him in my mouth.

  I immediately hollowed my cheeks and sucked him as deep as I could. Tuck yelled, “Jesus, fuck. Jesus. Fuckkk.” I was thinking he liked it as much as I did. He tasted good, just like the rest of Tuck’s skin did, and felt velvety smooth.

  I moved back up and swirled my tongue around the top when I got there, finishing by running my tongue along the slit and adding my hand to the bottom of his length. From there, I set a punishing rhythm repeating those motions over and over again, sucking him as deep as I could each time, and changing the direction of my tongue swirl every once in a while. When Andrew made me do this, I was basically just there. With Tuck, I used all of my best moves.

  “Talie, fuckin’ hell. Shit. Jesus, fuck.” His language got really colorful when it really felt good. I took that as a good sign and moved my other hand up to cup him. That did the trick.

  “Fuck, Talie, Babe, Fuck. I’m gonna come, Babe.” He tried to pull me off of him, the gentlemanly maneuver, but I held strong and stayed in position. A moment later I could feel him pulsing into my throat and I took it all.

  “My Talie.”

  As I pushed back and stood up, Tuck was still pressed against the door murmuring, “Jesus Christ. Fuck.”

  I picked his pants back up, tucked him back inside everything, zipped, buttoned, and buckled him, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. When I pulled back he looked at me with openly carnal appreciation. I winked at him, pushed him aside, opened the door, and walked out.

  I found Ruthie again and she gave me a knowing look followed by a wicked smile. “You can definitely keep the shorts.”

  I burst out laughing. We gabbed and giggled until I saw someone else I needed to talk to.

  Jezzy had come in and was across the room talking to Toni. I had been meaning to stop by and see her, but I usually only went anywhere near the hotel late at night or early in the morning. I was really glad she was out tonight because I missed her. Her personality was larger than life, but just like Ruthie, she almost always seemed to have a positive attitude.

  I approached her only to find that she was giving me the cold shoulder.

  “Hey Jezzy!”

  I watched as she purposely turned her face away from me and pretended she didn’t hear me. Ruthie stood close and whispered in my ear, “She’s pissed you haven’t been by to see her. I tried to tell her you haven’t had time for anyone, but she wouldn’t listen.”

  I cut my eyes to her and my face clearly said I knew what she was trying to insinuate with that comment but let it go and tried to talk to Jezzy again. “Jezz, come on. I’m sorry I’ve been busy and haven’t paid enough attention to you. Please forgive me.” I gave her a pouty bottom lip for good measure and waited it out.

  Unable to hold a grudge for any time at all, Jezzy’s freeze out melted instantly. She flailed herself up and down clapping her hands together before jumping and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m so glad you came out Natalie!”

  As always, her boobs had bounced wildly and I’d been unable to look away. Except when I felt another pair of eyes, a very specific pair of eyes, and cut my eyes to look on the other side of the room. Tuck’s eyes were glue to Jezzy’s breasts along with every other man’s eyes in the place. I knew I had been right about this. People were drawn to them like moths to forest fire flames.

  Feeling my eyes on him, Tuck looked up and I scorched him with a fake chastising look. He laughed, shrugged his shoulders, and mouthed, “What?”

  Unable to stop myself, I smiled my own smile and mouthed back, “Well talk about this later.” He just laughed again, gave me a huge grin and shook his head slightly.

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  Things quickly deteriorated and before we knew it we were several drinks in and breaking down in hysterical fits of laughter over the smallest things. Tuck had been hanging out with the guys most of the night and I was at a table with Ruthie, Jezzy, Toni, and Toni’s sister, Rhonda. We had all joined in on a rousing rendition of Paula Abdul’s “Straight Up” and had yet to come down from our high.

  I sobered pretty damn quick though when I looked up to see Bobby headed toward our table. My eyes cut to Ruthie and she gave me a pleading look. She had obviously seen him too, and furthermore, knew what kind of behavior I was prone to.

  Alright, for Ruthie, I would be on my best behavior. For now.

  As Bobby approached, I heard him command, “Yo, Ruthie. Get up and get me a beer.” Ruthie jumped up and headed to the bar.

  Biting my tongue (doing so, so hard that I thought I might draw blood, in order to stay quiet), I looked up and saw Tuck headed my way. He could probably tell I was close to exploding and didn’t want to see me come home with a black eye and then have to fuck me like that in bed that night. It would probably be a mood ruiner. It wasn’t for some people though, I thought with startling first-hand knowledge. That’s it Natalie, fight me darling. A few bruises don’t affect your ability to take my cock, darling. Andrew’s voice coming back to me like that made me shiver.

  Ruthie came back with Bobby’s beer as he sat down on her stool. Ruthie went to sit down on his lap, but he pushed her back up and said, “No way, Ruth. You’re too heavy. I thought all those classes were supposed to be takin’ off weight, not puttin’ it on.”

  That was it, I was pissed. However, Tuck was already there and laid a hand on my shoulder and murmured in my ear, “Let it go, Talie. If you go after him it’s just gonna make a scene and embarrass Ruthie.”

  I hated this. But I knew Tuck had a point, so I had to back off.

  Officially talked down off the ledge, I settled back into my seat.

  Bobby barked out a laugh and shouted, “That’s it Tuck, put a muzzle on your woman. She needs to mind her own business.”

  Before I could react at all, there was a growl in my ear. An honest to goodness growl coming from Tuck. He followed it up by saying in a low and deadly voice, “You better watch it, Bobby. You know you don’t want me comin’ after you.”

  He seemed to at least take Tuck seriously, but he was also extremely pissed off. He shoved back from the table, jumped up and headed for the door, bumping Ruthie out of the way in the process.

  Ruthie seemed embarrassed- just like we had tried to avoid. I wanted to go to her desperately, but I knew it would be the wrong move.

  I whispered to Tuck, “Looks like we embarrassed Ruthie anyway.”

  His face still a mask of anger, he responded, “No, we didn’t. Bobby did. And let me tell you he better watch his back. He better not touch Ruth and he sure as hell better not touch you or he’ll definitely be wishin’ he never met me.”

  Chapter 18

  Distraction

  The next morning, sitting at the island in the kitchen having a Coke, once again sated and happy from orgasms, I broached the subject that was weighing on my mind. It had only left my mind briefly while Tuck and I had been busy doing other things. It seemed like that was the only time I could get my mind to go blank and be able to just feel.

  “Tuck, we have to do something about Bobby.”

  He shook his head and muttered, “Knew this was comin’.”

  “Oh, come on! After last night you cannot tell me you still wanna stay out of this.”<
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  I could tell he agreed with me but he was still fighting to beat his demons back. “I tell you what. You have a talk with Ruthie. Meet with her, just you and her. She respects you, and I suspect she’ll listen if you approach her real friendly like.”

  I wasn’t sure about that. “I’ve tried talking to her before.”

  “Try again, Babe.”

  I shook my head but said, “Alright, I’ll try again. I’ll try talking her up instead of talking Bobby down and see what happens.”

  “That’s my Talie.”

  Knowing this is the only thing that would be on my mind I made a decision to do this now. “Do you think you could call John for me-”

  He chuckled and nodded. “You wanna go now. I know you just can’t wait when you get somethin’ in your head. I’ll call John for you.”

  I jumped up, careful not to spill my Coke (Sacrilege!), and ran to him. I pushed up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. I talked right there with my mouth still on his. “Thanks, Baby.”

  “You got it, Babe. Go do your thing.”

  I didn’t even ask when I grabbed the keys to the truck and took off. He’d been after me to stop asking him for things the whole time I’d been living here. Old habits die hard and all that.

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  I pulled up to Ruthie’s townhouse, threw the truck in park, turned off the ignition, grabbed the handle, and threw the door open. I wasn’t used to driving such a big vehicle, but I hadn’t killed any humans or animals on the way over. I hadn’t even injured any! Success.

  As I ran up to the door, I had a sudden thought. She was going to be pissed I was here so early. Oh, well.

  Reaching with my fisted hand, I knocked loudly on the door. And I did so incessantly. If she was asleep, it was probably going to take awhile for her to answer.

  After about five minutes of knocking, my fist stopped mid-stroke when I got nothing but air. Ruthie was there in the open door wearing nothing but a camisole and boy-short underwear. Well, that and a disgruntled scowl on her face.

  I pushed right past her. “Hey there, Sunshine! It’s a beautiful morning isn’t it?”

  She groaned. “The hormones that you’re getting from having all that sex are making you annoying.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  She sighed and mumbled, “You know, the endolphins or whatever.”

  I burst out laughing and cackled, “You mean the endorphins?”

  She glared and me and yelled, “Hey! Screw you! You woke me up!”

  I put my hand to my chest and twisted my face in mock offense. “Excuse me! I almost cut my knuckles open to bleeding I was knocking on the door so long! How dare you!”

  It was then that I remembered the reason that I was here. Pissing her off probably wasn’t the best way to start. Taking down my drama about fifty notches I stated, “Right, okay. I’m sorry. You’re right, I’m a bitch.”

  She continued to glare at me, so I figured I better get on with it. On the way over there I had assessed that talking her up probably wasn’t going to do the trick by itself. She knew that wasn’t our natural relationship. I decided I needed another part of the plan and concluded that the other piece of the strategy should be distraction. I was going to find ways to keep her busy other than Bobby. Maybe enough time away from him mixed with as many affirmations as possible would make her decide to go down a different path on her own.

  “Right. I came to ask you if you would want to come over to dinner at the farm.”

  She rolled her eyes in disgust. “Give me a break. You came over because of Bobby.”

  Smart cookie. “Okay, you got me. I came over because of Bobby. But, only to make sure that you were okay after last night, not to give you some half ass lecture on life’s lessons. I’m pretty sure I would make one hell of a hypocritical teacher.” I paused to take a breath and brought it home. “And also, to ask you to dinner.”

  She eyed me skeptically. “You really want me to come over to dinner?”

  Okay, complete avoidance of the subject of Bobby. Alright, that’s how we were going to have to play this then. Slow and steady.

  “Absolutely. Tuck and I love you and we really don’t get enough quality time with you. I may have been mocking you for this just last night, but it’s the truth. Plus, Tuck is a really good cook! Maybe if you eat enough meals with us, you’ll end up with an ass like mine. We could be like ass twins or something.”

  She struggled for a few seconds and then gave in, even cracking a small grin. “Okay, I’ll come for dinner. Can I bring anything?”

  I shook my head. “Just your cute little self.” And then I had another thought. “And Tuck probably wouldn’t mind if you brought another pair of shorts like those white ones.”

  She scrunched up her nose, but laughed and said, “Okay, Nattie.”

  Thank God. Step one complete.

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  “Tuck, God.”

  I threw my head back against the pillow and moaned. My legs were wrapped around Tuck’s back, thighs high on his sides, arms around his neck, and he was going hard, fast, and deep. My head came forward again and our mouths touched so that our breaths were mingled together. I was feeling really fucking good so I gasped at the sudden emptiness that I felt when Tuck pulled out.

  He didn’t give me time to question it. He grabbed my hips and threw me, turning me over as he grunted, “On your knees, Baby.”

  Oh, wow. I knew Tuck liked dirty and he had showed me more of that over the last couple of weeks.

  Getting up on my knees and grabbing the headboard, I moved to get in position for him and tipped my ass up higher just in time to feel him enter me again.

  Tuck growled and reached around with his hands, one going to my breast with his thumb swiping my nipple and the other going to just the right spot between my legs. From then it only took about six strokes for me to come as Tuck spoke hoarsely. “Fuck, Babe. So wet. So perfect.”

  I convulsed around him, falling over the edge, spiraling downward, as he grunted, “Squeezing me so tight, tryin’ to suck me in. Love that, Baby. Love it, Talie.” I threw my head back, my hair flying up and over my head and landing on my back.

  He leaned in close, pressing his stomach to my back, getting as close as he possibly could to me in that position. Seconds later he found his own release and whispered into my ear, “My Talie,” like he always did.

  I had come home from Ruthie’s to drop the truck off and told Tuck about her coming over for dinner. He had just laughed, muttered something about that being “just what he expected from me”, and then dragged me upstairs to have his way with me “just in case our time was cut into” later that night. I couldn’t say this disappointed me. In fact, it did quite the opposite. It was fantastic.

  Tuck pushed up off the bed pulling me with him, and headed for the bathroom to rinse off together. We did this a lot when we had time. We usually got pretty sweaty while we were partaking in our activities, and this was a good way to take care of that problem and still spend time together.

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  As I walked to the diner for the lunch shift, I thought about Jenny and Ruthie. I knew it wasn’t fair comparing the two, but I just couldn’t seem to stop myself. I had wanted so desperately to help Jenny and I had failed. I could really see Jenny being just as fun and exuberant as Ruthie if I had been able to help her.

  And now I had that same feeling of desperation for Ruthie, and I intensely wanted there to be a different ending. I wouldn’t be able to stand watching Ruthie’s spirit being crushed having actually gotten to experience her in all her glory. I thought about it over and over, but ultimately decided I was doing what I could. And maybe giving Ruthie something else to look forward to, something that would build her confidence instead of break it, would do the trick.

  I looked up to see that I was already in front of the diner. Jesus, I hated that I zoned out like that. I pulled open the door and walked in.

  John took one look at me and said, “Tuck
called with your excuses, but I’m not sure I believe him anymore.” He gave an innuendo filled smirk and I realized what he meant. Great. I guess even though I had showered I still looked like I’d been fucked, as Tuck would say.

  Oh, well. No way to hide it. I was satisfied and happy, so I just shrugged. John doubled over laughing in response.

  As I tied on my apron, I noticed that Jace had come in and just sat down at one of my tables. I headed his direction when another idea popped into my head. Tuck was going to kill me.

  “Hey Jace! How’s it going?”

  He looked at me and smiled and I noticed he was actually really cute. I hadn’t noticed before because I had been too busy staring at Tuck. Nobody was as hot as him and a side effect of that was that other people faded away in his presence. “Good, Natalie. How you doin’?”

  I grinned big and murmured, “Call me Talie or Nattie! You don’t have to be so formal!”

  He looked a little scared, which was probably justified as I was laying it on a little thick. “Okay then. Talie.”

  Poor guy. I was forcing myself down his throat. “Do you want to come over for dinner tonight? Tuck and I are having Ruthie over and I think you should come too.”

  His eyes brightened a little but he quickly squashed it and cleared his throat. “Oh, yeah? She’s gonna be there? Bobby comin’ too?”

  Oh my God, score. Jace had the hots for Ruthie. Why wouldn’t he though? She was so pretty, it was crazy. “Just her. I’ve been thinking maybe it’s good she spends some time without Bobby.”

  The corner of his lips tipped up as I finished, “She just doesn’t know it yet.”

  “You and Tuck don’t mind, I come over there too?”

  I beamed and said, “We don’t mind at all, Jace! You’re Tuck’s best friend anyway!”

  That made his face brighten even more. He had missed his friend. Apparently, Tuck had just been going through the motions before I got here.