“One. If this girl is as injured or hurt as you say—you have one shot to make a difference for her. Is she as into you?”
I scratched my head. “She’s hard to read. Tries hard to keep this professional. In the beginning, I was playboy Kieran. Tried to intimidate her. Came on to her at the first appointment. Maybe bullied her a little. She held her ground. But now, I think she is into me.”
“Wow. I’m so proud,” my sister chimed in.
“Shut up Kat,” I teased. “But then she started opening up. Which then I did. That’s never happened to me. I don’t talk with anyone. I don’t kiss anyone, either. Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve kissed a girl? Well, since before Mom and Dad.”
“Kieran Thomas! You kissed your therapist?”
I felt shitty enough this morning; I didn’t need Kat making me feel guilty about it now. For fuck’s sake, it was the best damn kiss I’d ever had.
“Did you fuck her?” she asked.
My lip instantly pulled up. “Don’t, Kat.”
“Did you?” she continued to press.
“No. But if I did, it wouldn’t be your business.”
She came up off the barstool with her hands on her hips. “I have to go but answer my second question. This will tell me all I need to know.”
“What?” I asked.
“Tell me when was the last time you had sex with a woman?”
I closed my eyes for a second, trying to remember.
“Ah-ha! See! That’s a perfect sign. Because…”
“It was about 2-3 weeks ago. I nailed some redhead. What’s that got to do with anything?”
“You met her 2-3 weeks ago, dipshit. The 2-3-weeks-ago-Kieran would have had 13 girls since then. You’ve had…zero. Don’t you see that…”
“A few nights ago, another girl was about three seconds away from going down on me and Doc walked in and saw us. That’s the kind of guy I am, Sis.”
She grabbed her expensive purse and flung the strap over her arm.
“You’re so much better than you give yourself credit, Kieran. You deserve so much. So if you really think this girl might be the one…don’t let your pathetic sexual needs get in the way.”
Kat was a woman. She had a vagina. She would never understand how a man’s mind works. Having that girl go down on me—meant nothing. All those girls were a whole lot of nothings. This thing with Doc was just a small something…but that small something meant more than all of those nothings combined.
“I’m thinking about going to work with the company.”
Kat’s mouth fell open and her eyes instantly flooded.
“Why are you crying?” I asked, annoyed.
She came over and wrapped her arms around me. “Kieran. It’s all falling together for you. Daddy’s company. This girl. Finally. I’m so happy.”
After swatting her hands away, I stood and backed away from her. “Get out,” I laughed pointing at the door. “You. Are. A. Freak! Nothing is working out,” I laughed. “I talked to Joe and I was just thinking about it.”
“UH-HUH! You’re thinking about your future for once! And it’s because of Ms. Therapy. The therapist who delivers ice cream and moves in with you!”
I pushed her and her huge purse toward the door.
“You’ve been smokin’ somethin’ Sis. I don’t do one girl…ever. Doc won’t change that.”
“We’ll see,” Kat giggled, and walked out the door.
After closing the door behind Kat, I marched back into the kitchen, snatched a cold one from the fridge and downed it with three gulps. The more I thought about her words the more aggravated I grew. God damn it. Wink, Todd and now Kat. Jesus. It was a fucking kiss. Everyone thought I was pussy-whipped by Doc and I’ll be damned if that was true. She was no different than any other girl.
“FUCK!” I shouted and buried my face in my palms, growing more irritated by the moment.
I grabbed my cell off the counter and dialed Todd.
“Hey, what’s up?”
“I’m headed to Devil’s Club on the bike. You comin’?” I asked, rubbing over the stubble on my face.
“Devil’s Club? What’s up with that?” he asked with surprise coloring his tone.
“I didn’t call for conversation. You in or not?” Suddenly, I was in no mood to be dicked with.
“Yeah. I’m in. What time?”
“Now.”
Forty-five minutes later, Todd and I blew through the tinted doors, I paid our cover and we made our way to the bar. Like always the entry room was dark and it took a moment for my eyes to acclimate from the sunshine. The bass in the music was deep and pounded in my chest.
“What can I get ya?” the bartender shouted as we rounded the corner.
“Two Miller Lites,” Todd ordered, paid, then handed me a cold bottle.
We both made our way into the main dance room and I swaggered directly up to the stage. The bar had a fairly rank odor but ceiling fans blew on high above us. A too-skinny girl in a barely-there thong lay flat on the stage pumping her hips up and down to three other guys sitting around. When she spotted us taking a seat her hair flung over her back and she started to slither our way as her eyes zeroed in on fresh blood.
Just feet from us, she rolled up onto her bony knees and skidded her hands up her body to her breasts, kneading them—every time she lifted the DDs, her scars were visible. So unattractive. But, I didn’t take my eyes off her. When she seductively raised her tit to her mouth and her tongue poked out, lapping over her nipple—I adjusted myself trying to help make my fucking dick respond. I spun around and looked to see which dancer was giving lap dances.
“You wanna tell me what the hell we’re doin’?” Todd yelled over the music.
“What’s your problem? Is she repulsing you? You want to leave?”
Not another single dancer out on the floor…for shit’s sake.
Angry, I yanked his empty beer bottle away and shot deuces at the bartender, who nodded.
“No. I don’t want to leave,” Todd chuckled. “But who the hell is on your mind, because it sure isn’t the naked girl in front of you.”
“Fuck you,” I said, handing the near-naked waitress a twenty and taking a pull on the cold beer.
He laughed again and rested his feet on a chair in front of him. The girl inched closer to us, pinching her nipples that struggled to remain hard, then slid her hands down, flirting with the idea of removing her thong.
After I snagged another twenty, I held it up to her and she leaned toward me, pressing her silicone breasts around my two fingers capturing the paper. That did it. A twenty was all it took. She allowed the money to fall to the stage and she hooked her thumbs around her thong and lowered it—exposing herself completely. Then the music ended and her shoulders slumped…clearly disappointed. I tossed her another twenty and decided to head to the VIP room.
When we moved to the other room, a strobe light flickered in one area and was annoying as hell. Then I spotted some guy going down on a dancer on a sofa in the corner. My dick actually jerked and it was reassuring to know it did in fact work.
A thicker blonde girl exaggeratingly swaying her hips zoned in on us and wiggled her finger in a come-with-me motion…so we did. Todd took one chair and I sat backward in the other. She stationed herself between us, diving right into her routine. I glanced back at the couple but couldn’t see them so I set my sights on the scantily dressed beauty in front of me.
As she danced, she kept pouting her lips and I tried to imagine those lips wrapped tightly around my dick, but with every fucking thought, I pictured Doc. Retrieving my money clip from my pocket, I pulled out a Ben Franklin. Todd raised his brow and I threw up my middle finger at him. When I handed it to the blonde, her mouth formed an O and she immediately buried my face in her tits. Without thinking and for some reason filled with guilt, I stood and backed away from her. A grimace shot across her face but I quickly pointed at Todd and she spun on her tiptoes, smashing his cheeks with her tits. This m
ade me chuckle but did nothing for my lifeless cock. And there goes the motor-boating with Todd.
Todd’s hands gripped her ass and I sat back down watching him enjoy the moment. Two more beers were delivered.
“Kieran Scott,” a husky yet feminine voice came from behind me and I rotated to see a beautiful brunette in something resembling a bikini. Though no recognition of any sort settled over me.
“Do I know you?” I asked the smoking hot girl.
Her hand snaked up toward my neck and I ducked around it. “I just want to show you a good time,” she explained.
“I’m doing just fine on my own.”
“Come on,” she said taking my hand in hers. “Let’s go to the back room.”
I tipped my beer to my lips and shook my head. What the fuck was I saying no to? A damn girl…no…a damn stripper was wanting to take me to the other room, possibly blow me, possibly fuck me, possibly both and I was shaking my God damn head.
“Kieran. If you’re worried about someone seeing you, we can be discreet,” her gravelly voice echoed in my ear, and her hand snuck around and gripped my limp cock.
I stumbled backward trying to escape her touch and the staleness of her breath. All I could think about was Doc and that kiss and it irritated the hell out of me. I’d prefer Doc’s warm beer breath to stripper breath. And bottom line, there was only one woman I wanted gripping my cock. The knowledge of what I wanted hit me hard and I back stepped away from the whole scene.
The music pounded, making it impossible to think straight. The bar was non-smoking but I swear I couldn’t breathe. I glanced at Todd and his telling smile made my hands fist. He held a finger up to the dancer indicating for her to give him a second then sidestepped around the chair to me.
“What the fuck are you doing, K? The girl you want isn’t here. As much as I’m enjoying watching you trying to get into this…or get away from it,” he stopped talking, drained his beer and eyeballed me. “Can we just get out of here?”
I conceded with a nod. “Don’t you want to stay?” I asked leaning my head toward the blonde.
“Naw. I’m gonna have bruised cheeks tomorrow,” he said working his jaw back and forth. We both laughed and I dropped one more hundred on the table by the chair.
As we bowed out, leaving the dancers standing there, I glanced at my phone…still no text from Doc.
Once outside, right before I started my bike, Todd said, “K?”
“Yeah?”
“What are you gonna do?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
He chuckled again as I revved my bike.
Chapter 20—Megan
All that was left at my apartment was some furniture. My entire car and Jerry’s truck held my loaded boxes and I was officially crashing at their place tonight. I hadn’t told Kieran yet, but I was about to. I didn’t know how often he had girls to his house but it seemed as if it might get awkward and I couldn’t allow that.
“So you were seriously almost shot?” Ruthie asked as we sat on her sofa in the living room.
“Yes. Please just don’t, Ruthie.”
“I won’t say anything but I’m glad you’re out of there. I’m not sure what you were trying to prove moving there but it was crazy.”
I couldn’t argue with what she said. Looking back now, Joe had been right. It was a dumb move. Maybe I felt like I had something to prove. Two of my foster families were black, so I thought that I’d fit in… But you can’t fit in with danger.
“Let’s talk about Kieran and his sexy ass,” Ruthie suggested.
I lay back on the sofa and covered my face. “You mean the hot ass guy, a.k.a. my client, who I’ve broken nearly every code of ethics with?
“Yeah, that’s the one,” she said confirming my feelings and throwing a pillow at me from the opposite end of the sofa. “How have you been unethical, dirty girl? Give me details.”
I rolled my eyes. “Shut it, Ruthie. You know, when he started he was easy not to like because he was this arrogant, pompous asshole. Coming on to me, trying to intimidate me, but then each time, I saw little pieces of him that weren’t…assholish. I dropped a file once and he actually helped me pick it up.”
“Wow. I see what you mean,” she said sarcastically. “Helped you pick something up. A true prince.”
We both giggled.
“I’m serious. There are these little things he does…and they’re big things to me. He gave me a ride home when my car was broke down. He hooked us up at Winks. He stepped in a puddle to get my flip-flop. He came to the hospital without hesitation.”
Ruthie chewed on the sides of her fingers, listening and starting to grin.
“It sounds like he’s diggin’ you.”
“I know! And between me saying don’t and him saying don’t…” I shook my head.
“Maybe two don’ts negate each other and make a do?” she asked and we both laughed again.
“We kissed last night, Ruthie.” I made a meal of my thumbnail. “I have to tell Joe that I can’t do therapy with him anymore. I mean it. If Joe found out I was living with this client,” I said, using my fingers to quote the last word and closing my eyes not wanting to think what Joe might do. “It is so not OK what’s happened. I woke from a bad dream and he was holding me, long story,” I said, shaking my head. “Oh, and he washed my hair for me too. Anyway. So after the dream…nightmare, I laid back against his freaking rock hard, chiseled, perfectly sculpted, delicious body. When I looked up, he was right there. Within perfect kissing territory. Looking totally fuck-dilly-licious.”
“Megan Clark! Would you?”
I shrugged. Ruthie knew I was the only 23-year-old virgin in existence and I never wanted anyone else to know. “I don’t know. Girls dream about having sex with a guy like Kieran. Wouldn’t that be the perfect story to tell your grandkids…I lost the big V to the hottest guy on earth.”
Ruthie laughed.
“But here’s the deal. This morning, it was like the kiss didn’t happen. It was like buyer’s remorse. Then I went over to his house to drop something off and another girl was there.” My voice dropped. “A beautiful girl. Like out of my league.”
Ruthie finished her bottle of water and scrunched her face. “Sorry,” she said.
I flicked my hand toward her. “Stop. It’s fine. I’m totally not his kind of girl anyway.”
“What would that be…his kind of girl?”
I didn’t want to talk about it anymore. I was very well aware that I had issues. After being in and out of foster care, I learned not to become attached to nearly anyone. It hurt when I left most the houses. Relationships formed and then were discarded. Abandoned…by the one person who is supposed to love you unequivocally—my mother. And not just left but leaving me with an alcoholic, abusive man.
“Megan? What kind of girl?” Ruthie asked again.
“You know goofball. Fake tits. Skinny. Spray on tan. Press on tattoos,” I giggled.
In unison we both shouted, “Press on tattoos!”
“Oh my God! Let’s do it!”
We shot up from the sofa, grabbed our purses and ran out the door.
That night at Ruthie’s was one of the most fun nights ever. Tattoos, dinner and wine. A little after 10 my phone vibrated. I pulled it out to read sexiest man alive and my heart lurched into my throat. I’d forgotten to text him. And texting when buzzed was always a regret later.
Hey doc
Hello Mr. Scott send
You ok?
A little buzzed. How about yourself? Send
A little worried
My teeth came down on my bottom lip and I was suddenly ashamed for not reaching out.
I’m sorry. I’m crashing at Ruthies send
Sleeping with the in-laws huh. Why?
I grinned and contemplated what to type.
I didn’t want to interrupt you and… your company send
Come home now
My heart started beating a little faster. Home?
Mr.
Scott. Driving under the influence is a criminal offense send
How much has my irresponsible therapist drank?
I giggled. My therapist…
Shared a couple of bottles of wine. I’m not working right now. Send
I need therapy
After that text I covered my eyes as everything inside me clenched. I was going to give this guy my virginity on a silver platter…or in my case a paper plate. I had no doubt.
You hate therapy send
True but I did like our sleeping arrangement last night.
“Ruthie!” I shouted. She came barreling through the door and I held out the phone. She scrolled through the texts with some hmmms and mmmms and uh-huhs. Then she started typing and I lunged for her and the phone but she had already hit send. I glared at her and looked at the text while the sending bar was moving across the top of the phone. Her text to him read:
I would need a ride. 7134 NW Canterbury?
“Ruthie! What have you done?” I asked, mortified.
“Well. If he’s half as smart as I think he is, he’s on his way. If he’s not, you can do without him.”
“Ruthie,” I whispered, paralyzed with what had just transpired.
My phone buzzed and it lay on the middle of the sofa between the two of us, and when she made a move, I dove faster, snatching it away.
I’ll be there in 10
My mouth hung suspended and my eyes glazed over; I couldn’t focus on Ruthie.
“He’s coming, isn’t he?” Ruthie asked with an I-told-you-so tone.
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