“Don’t you love nature?” Andie asks, faux curiosity on her face. She even fingers a blonde strand of hair innocently. Roman fucking falls for it because his hard gaze softens. “Despite what it did to you,” she finishes with a giggle.
He rolls his eyes while Dani and I crack up.
“I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel about you,” he says sadly. “So it’s just Fuck and You.” He waggles his middle fingers and his grin is wicked.
“Burn,” Dani snorts, and slings back another shot.
I smirk at her and squeeze her thigh again. It feels good to be having fun.
“You’re the only reason the gene pool needs a lifeguard,” Andie tells him, her lips curving up in a smile.
Roman cracks a smile but tries to hide it. “I love what you’ve done with your hair,” he says in a genuine tone. Her lips part just a bit but then he continues, “How do you get it to come out of your nostrils like that?”
“Asshole!” Andie barks and swats at him. Her cheeks turn slightly pink and I can tell it embarrassed her.
“I’m sorry,” Roman teases and hauls her to him. “Give big daddy a hug.”
She squirms and squeals as he gives her an over-the-top bear hug. He lets go with a grunt.
“You punched my nuts,” he chokes out in surprise.
Dani is giggling so hard I think she’s going to hyperventilate. “You gotta watch your nuts around Andie. She’s like a squirrel. No nut is safe.” This time it’s Dani who gets kicked by Andie.
“Ow!”
“How many times do I have to flush before you go away?” Andie says to him.
Roman snorts, which makes Andie start to giggle. I don’t miss the fact that she hasn’t moved back to her side of the booth. They’re still close. Within kicking and nut-punching distance. My brother is brave, especially because of the way he keeps slinging stupid insults at her.
“Hell is wallpapered with all your deleted selfies,” he says with a laugh.
“I was going to give you a nasty look, but you already have one,” she retorts.
His eyes narrow. “You’re not as bad as people say. You’re much, much worse.”
“Just because you have one doesn’t mean you have to act like one.” Andie smirks and then mouths the word “dick.”
My brother shrugs his shoulders. “You have the right to remain silent because whatever you say will probably be stupid anyway.”
“Your cock is so small, you could use it to floss teeth,” she snarls.
He laughs. “Are your parents siblings?”
“I’m blonde,” she clips out, a grin on her lips. “What’s your excuse?”
“Jesus loves you,” he sighs, “but everyone else thinks you’re an asshole.”
“You’re street smart. Sesame Street smart.” She pretends to dust her nails off on the front of her shirt.
“Okay, you two,” I say with a chuckle. “We’ve paid the bill and people are waiting to sit here. Besides…” I trail off, pointing between them both. “I have just the way to finish this war.”
Ten minutes later, we’re on the side of the building standing in the snow under the moonlight. Dani is drunk as a skunk and leans against me, her giggles making the night sound musical.
“The rules are,” I tell them as I bend and pack some snow into my palm. “There are no rules.”
I launch the snowball at Andie, but Roman blocks it with his chest. Both girls scream and, next thing I know, snow is flying from every direction. I end up taking one to the face and it blinds me for a second. Then, I feel ice go down the crack of my ass. Dani’s giggles give her away and the moment my eyes clear, I charge after her. She makes a weak attempt to throw snow at me, but I’m quicker. I tackle her into the snow. Of course, the thick blanket of it softens her fall. But nothing softens my dick. I’m hard as ice pressed up against her soft body.
The snow starts falling harder. I can hear Roman and Andie hollering at each other behind me, but right now it’s just Dani and I. Her hazel eyes are hooded and she gives me that kiss me stare I love so much. Snowflakes dust her forehead and cheeks. I decide she’s never looked more beautiful.
“You make me happy,” I tell her, my voice low.
Her legs slip out from under me and she hooks them at my waist. I press my length against her as my lips hover over hers.
“You make me happy too, Ram.” Her eyes twinkle with delight. It does fucking fabulous things to my heart.
Our lips meet and I kiss her softly at first. The snow is cold but our bodies are heated. I grind against her as we kiss, drinking down every single moan that escapes her. By the time we no longer hear Andie and Roman, I’ve worked Dani into quite a state. Her eyes are closed and her head is tilted back in ecstasy.
“I’m obsessed with you,” I admit with a growl and tug at her bottom lip with my teeth. “So fucking obsessed.”
She whimpers and her teeth start to chatter.
“Shit,” I groan. “I need to get you out of this snow and someplace warm.”
I scoop her from the snow and stride toward the parking lot. My car is blanketed in new snow. Between the weather and my drinking, we’re going to have to get an Uber for the ride home. When we reach my car, I turn on the ignition to heat it up.
“I need to get you out of these wet clothes,” I tell her, concern painting my voice.
She doesn’t argue when I begin undressing her in the parking lot. We’re in a darkened corner and she’s too liquored up to care about bystanders. Once I have her down to her bra and panties and she’s shivering, I pull off my thermal and dress her in it. Then, I open the back seat. Once we’re settled into the quickly warming car and our wet clothes are shoved to the floorboard, I pull her into my lap. My cock strains through my jeans, but I’m content with just warming her up right now.
My palms caress her flesh under the shirt while she hugs my neck. Her tits, hidden by the thin fabric of my shirt and her bra, are in my face and she smells so goddamned good. Like vodka and the fried pickles from earlier. I never thought those two scents would make my mouth water.
“I need you,” she whines, her hips swaying in a sexy-as-fuck way. “Now.” She peels away my shirt and tosses it onto the floor.
I tear at her bra until it gets thrown far from her supple tits. My palms grip her ass as I haul her to me. I bite at her nipple, each time harder than before, until she’s begging me to stop.
“Say the magic word,” I tease, tonguing her sensitive flesh.
“Please.”
“No.”
“What?”
I grin up at her. “The magic word is no. Remember? You’re still learning that one. Tell me no and I’ll stop.”
Her hair is wet and drips water onto her fine tits. When she bites on her bottom lip in a contemplative way, I nearly come in my pants. She looks so fucking hot.
“No,” she murmurs. “Okay, let’s try it again.”
Chuckling, I lean forward and start sucking on her nipple.
“Mmmm…”
I bite gently.
“Yesssss,” she hisses out.
Until I bite her again.
“Holy crap, Ram!”
“Magic word,” I taunt.
I bite her again and she slaps me. “You’re going to leave bruises.”
“I’ll stop when you tell me no,” I remind her. This time, I bite her hard enough to make her squeal.
“You…You…” she snarls, her fingers gripping my hair. “Punk.”
I start rubbing her over her clit through her panties until she starts whimpering. Then, I bite her again.
“Ow!”
“Say the word, Buttercup,” I growl, my teeth raking over her tender flesh. “Say it.”
“No,” she huffs.
“Was that so bad?”
She glares down at me, but there’s heat in her eyes. “I said no, I won’t say it. Not no to what you’re doing.”
I raise an eyebrow up at her. “You like it whe
n I bite you, baby?” My finger circles her clit again.
“I do,” she murmurs and juts her sexy tit back in my face.
“Then by all means,” I tease as I rake my teeth over her pebbled nipple. “Let me serve her royal highness.”
She moans when I tongue her nipple. “That’s more like it, servant boy.”
At that, I bite her nipple. It earns me a slap to the head again, but she’s riding my finger even harder than before.
“If you like it when I bite you here,” I breathe against her sweet nipple. I pinch her clit through the lace. “Then you’re going to love it when I bite you here.”
She shudders in my arms and I keep the pressure on her clit. I nip and suck at her breasts until she’s pushing me away. With us both being drunk, it takes a moment to get fully naked and situated. Then, I have her beneath me. My dick slides against her pussy, eager to be inside her.
Everything is hazy but when I stare into her hooded eyes, it all becomes clear. She’s my focus. I’m fucking obsessed with her, just like I told her.
“Tell me no,” I murmur, my lips just brushing against hers as I tease her cunt with the tip of my cock.
“Yessss,” she pleads. Her heels dig into my ass and she pushes me into her hot, receptive body. We both hiss in pleasure. “Don’t stop, Ram. Don’t ever stop.”
I start thrusting into her fast and hard. “I don’t plan on it, baby.”
When she cries out again and her pussy clenches around my dick, I lose control. My heat rushes from me and I mark my woman. I’ve left bite marks all over her body. Now I leave a trail of my semen marking her from the inside too.
Our eyes lock and something changes in our heated gazes. The air feels thicker. We feel more real.
“I like you, Buttercup,” I breathe against her parted lips.
Her palm strokes my cheek and she smiles. “I like you too.”
Problem is…I lied.
Like isn’t a strong enough word to describe how I feel about her. I’m falling hard for his adorable woman. I just hope she falls too.
Two Truths and a Lie
“OH, WHY THANK YOU, MR. Sorenson, but I’m sure the missus would miss you greatly if we ran off together.” I smile, handing him his deposit slip. I swear, one of these days his wife is going to come storming through those bank doors with a broom ready to beat me.
The doors whip open and I see Andie, looking disheveled, race into the bank. I open my mouth to ask what happened to her, but she puts her hand up. “Don’t ask.” And with that, she walks behind the teller booths, shoving her jacket underneath.
“I wasn’t going to. But you have some—” She swats my hand away as I attempt to pull some fern out of her hair. “What happ—”
“Zip it.” She raises her fingers to make a motion of sealing her mouth before turning back to her register. What’s gotten into her?
“I was just going to—”
“I got mauled by a wild dog. Damn thing attacked me,” she bites out, punching in her code to clock in.
“Oh my goodness. Are you okay?” I ask, checking for any bites or bleeding.
“Oh, I’m fine. He’s not, though. Thinking he can just catch me off guard and tackle me.”
I’m staring at her, confused. Why would a dog just jump on her? I think about how she acted strange over the weekend. Anytime I called, she’d been quick to get off the phone. One time telling me she was working out, and then with her heavy breathing, she hung up on me.
“Okaaay.” I shrug my shoulders and help the next customer. The morning rush finally dies down and I’m dying to text Ram. I made him some homemade cookies to bring to work, because I know he was up late working on some sort of client portfolio.
“Oh my God, these cookies are to die for.” I turn to see Andie all up in my goods. “Hey!” I snatch the half eaten cookie from her hand. “Those aren’t for you!”
Trying to take back her cookie, she huffs. “Why not? They were in your locker.”
“Yeah,” I grumble. “Because I was going to bring them to Ram at work on my lunch.”
“But what about me? I need love and cookies too,” she pouts, putting her hands out as she waits for me to give in, which I do. She then shoves another cookie in her mouth. “Aww thanks, I knew you loved me. Speaking of love, how is lover boy?”
I smile anytime I think of Ram. About our relationship. I swore he was going to tell me he loved me in the back of his car. And for some crazy reason, I could have said it back. He makes me feel happy. Whole. Like I can do anything as long as I have him by my side. And I can’t say that I have felt that with anyone.
“You two finish up what you perverts started in the snow on Friday night?” she asks, trying to get the last bite of her cookie down. I blush at the memory of our car sex. How the snow covered the windows, blanketing us in. How he took me twice in his car, with no care who could possibly see.
“Yeah, I guess you can say that. And what happened to you and Roman? You two seemed to also disappear.” All of a sudden, Andie chokes on whatever remaining cookie’s still in her mouth.
“Oh no! Are you okay?” I pat her back, handing her my water bottle.
“Shit, I’m fine.”
“So…what happened to you two?”
“Nothing. Why? What do you think happened to us?”
I give her a quizzical stare. “I’m not sure, hence why I’m asking. Is there something I should know that happened?” Ram and I were so lost in our own moment, we never said goodbye to them. Andie’s behavior, though, sure is piquing my curiosity.
“Ew! Don’t even,” she huffs. “I wouldn’t touch that douche with a ten-foot pole.”
“Sure you wouldn’t.” I begin to chuckle.
“I wouldn’t! I hate that guy. He’s like the scum on my shoe that steps in dog shit then more dog shit. He’s dog shit scum.”
For someone who doesn’t like said person, she sure is working hard to prove just how much she doesn’t like him. I drop it and text Ram, letting him know about my new findings.
Me: Do you know if anything is going on between Andie and Roman? Andie is acting weird.
Ram: Not that I know of…besides that he doesn’t think too highly of her. No offense. I know she’s your best friend but he’s definitely not into her.
Me: None taken. The feeling is mutual. I think. Did Roman ever come home Friday night?
Ram: Babe, I was balls deep in you all night, then came home and crashed thinking about how good you feel around me. The last thing I was doing was wondering if Roman made curfew.
I laugh at his crude wording. At one point in my life, I would have blushed or been too embarrassed to associate with such words, but Ram has this way of turning these hot shameful words into sexual triggers for me. I smile, typing off a new message.
Me: You’re right. And I’m still sorry for smashing the snowball in your face while waiting for our Uber. I just couldn’t resist.
Ram: And I’m sorry for retaliating. Your cheeks were just so flushed still from my cock after I fucked you that you looked like you needed to cool off.
And just like that, he has my cheeks flaring, remembering his cock, the way I rode him. My smile is evident.
Me: Well I want to make it up to you. I made you my special cookies. I can come by your office on my lunch.
I wait for his normal quick response, but this time I don’t get any. I watch the three dots light up and then disappear. I wouldn’t think it strange if it wasn’t the third time in the past week he’s done this. Every time I offer to meet him at his office, he blows me off. Going from matching me text for text to nothing. Then messaging me an hour later, claiming he got caught up with work and he would see me when he picked me up.
I try and think back on every time we discussed his job and realize he was always so vague, changing the subject, or turning the conversation on me. The realization rattles me that he might be hiding something from me. Far from the timid girl before, I type out a message.
Me: Fine, you must be busy. Again. No need to pick me up later. I don’t want to take up any more of your time at work.
I huff, tossing my phone next to my drawer, but it dings almost immediately.
Ram: I’m sorry. Don’t be mad. I just have some things I’m working out. It’s not a good time around here.
Great, so now he’s keeping things from me. I was getting the feeling that we were very honest and open with one another. If he had something going on at work but didn’t feel he could talk to me, that hurt even more.
Me: Then talk to me. What’s wrong? Do you not want me to come to your work? Are you embarrassed of me?
This time he doesn’t text back. He calls. I step away from my window to take his call.
“Don’t ever say that,” he growls. “I could never be embarrassed of you. You’re perfect and amazing. And if anything, it would be the other way around.”
“Then what’s wrong? Do you not trust me to tell me what’s wrong so I could help?”
“Buttercup, it’s not that. I promise. You’re the one person I do trust. Listen. I’m coming to get you. Tell Sphincter you’re sick. I need to be with you. I don’t like you sounding unsure of us.”
I sigh into the phone, feeling exactly what he said. Unsure. I feel bad it took something so small for me to quickly doubt him. “I’m sorry Ram—”
“Do not apologize to me. I lo—I’m just coming to get you.” The phone goes dead.
I tell Harold that I have a bad case of diarrhea because Andie says that works all the time. He purses his thin lips at me, telling me he needs to know no more and to go home. Ram is there by the time I’ve gathered my things, and I exit the bank.
Always so handsome, he is leaning against his Mustang, his hands covered in his leather jacket pocket. I walk up to him shyly, embarrassed about how I acted. “You really should invest in a winter jacket. Cool leather jackets don’t keep a common cold or flu away,” I say as he grabs for the lapels of my coat, bringing me to him. He kisses me, knowing exactly what I need, and doesn’t stop until both of us are in need of air.
“I don’t need a warmer jacket. You keep me hot enough.”
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