by Mj Fields
Chapter 13
U- Turn
I was in the SUV less than five minutes when the phone rang.
“Irish?” I answered knowing it had to be her, because she had to be feeling as shitty as I was right…
“Italian dumb fuck.”
“What’s up Zandor?”
“Did you get accepted?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“The news,” Cyrus laughed. “We saw you on the news. Did you get accepted into Harvard?”
“Fuck you.”
“I don’t think he did. DENIED,” Jase laughed.
“What the hell do you three want, what the fuck are you calling me at this time for? Shouldn’t you be banging your bitches?”
“Watch it,” Cyrus growled.
“Actually we’re back in the states and heading to the apartment right now. Jase’s carpets are being steam cleaned and my place is all over the news.”
“Tell me you’re kidding?” Son of a bitch.
I cut across two lanes of traffic to do a U-turn in a gas station parking lot.
“Yeah we’re busting your balls. We heard you’ve been there though.” Jase laughed.
“Abe. Never could keep his fucking mouth shut.”
“Not true bro,” Zandor laughed.
“Abe fucking knew?” Jase snapped.
“There’s nothing to know--.”
“Bullshit, you’re held up at the love shack with some hot ass red head.” Zandor laughed.
“That what Irish is about?” Cyrus chuckled.
“What do you three want?”
“Did you fall bro?” Zandor laughed.
“I don’t have time for this shit right now. I need to stop at the shop.”
“No sleepover tonight?” Jase asked.
“No.”
“Uh oh Xavier’s on the shit list.”
“Spill it, you know all our fuck ups let us show you the error of your ways,” Zandor laughed.
“No fucking way. Uh uh, I don’t need help from any of you three.”
“She knows about the money because she works for you right.”
“She works with me.” I corrected them.
“She knows about the shop.” Cyrus laughed. “Oh yes she’s been there.”
“Two weeks?” Jase laughed.
“Jase shut the fuck up.”
“You bang her yet?”
“He had a sleepover in bed, of course he banged her.” Cyrus huffed.
“I didn’t fuck her at your place Cyrus, chill.”
“Did you snuggle?” Zandor laughed. “Spoon?”
“I didn’t have to tie her up Z,” I laughed back.
“She good?” Jase whispered.
“You still not getting any Jase?”
“Fuck you Xavier.”
“Should we tell him the good news?” Cyrus laughed.
“What?”
“Well now the cats out of the bag, you’re already Momma’s worst nightmare come true so we’re all coming home.” Cyrus announced.
“Not a good idea Cyrus, your place is--.”
“We’ll figure it out. Tara and I want to get married back home. Nothing big, just family.”
“How does Little Bell feel about that?” I missed her like crazy.
“She’s excited but you gotta promise me you’ll leave her Barbie’s alone.” Jase chuckled.
“I need some help though man.” Cyrus said.
“Anything, you know that Bro.”
“Venue, caterer, music. We do this somewhere on the shore.”
“No problem.”
“Classy shit, no college frat party.” He warned.
“Does Momma know?” I asked.
“Not about the wedding no.”
“Zandor you gonna untie Bekah long enough to fly home?” I laughed.
“I suppose. But only because I wanna see what you got yourself mixed up with.”
“Cool, so when will you be in?”
“A week from today. Sunday dinner at Jase’s. You’re cooking.” Zandor laughed.
“Can you send Momma home now; I fucking miss the hell out of her food.” I laughed.
After our goodbyes I hung up and pulled back out onto the road.
I pulled through the gates and Sam laughed.
I flipped him off and kept driving.
I pulled in the driveway after killing the lights.
Fuck it. I jumped out and walked up to the door, punched the code and walked in the door ensuring it closed quietly.
I heard the sound of the TV from upstairs and kicked my shoes off and walked in and sat on the couch.
I heard the TV sound die and decided I should let her know I was here. So I sent a message.
-Don’t be pissed but I’m back and crashing on the couch.
Her response was immediate and simple.
-ok
I saw a light flip on and heard her feet padding down the stairs. She stopped at the bottom and looked at me. She had a spoon hanging out of her mouth and the ice cream container in her hands.
“I should be mad at you.” She turned and stuck her nose in the air and walked into the kitchen.
I got up and followed her in. “That shit won’t change you know.”
“What shit?”
“Trying to be mad at me. I mean look at me, how can you be mad at this?” I smirked and she huffed and turned away.
“I’d offer you some ice cream but you already came.” She tried to stomp by me and I grabbed her hands and walked backwards pulling her with me to the couch.
I sat and pulled her down on me. “If that’s all you’re pissed about we can rectify that problem right now.”
“I--.”
“It won’t change.”
“I know.”
“Can you deal?”
She shrugged her shoulders.
“I bet you’d be all ‘Oh yes’ if I gave you the D right now.”
She rolled her eyes and tried not to laugh.
“See, you can’t resist this face, this charm, this--”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s your dick.”
“Is that supposed to upset me?” I pushed her hair back and ran my finger down from her neck between her tits.
“Well actually it’s probably more about the piercings.” She grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my head towards hers.
She rested her forehead against mine and looked into my eyes. “I saw the news.”
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“You saw it?”
“No my brothers called.”
“They upset? Her fingers ran over one of my nipple rings.
“No, they’re all coming home. Apparently I let the cat out of the bag so if I gotta deal with it, they will too. So that means a week from today you get to meet my brothers.”
“That’s assuming I haven’t had enough of you.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Oh really?”
She smiled. “I’m exhausted. Emotional day.” She stepped off my lap and onto the floor. “You can come to bed with me tonight. No touching and, with the warning, I’m going to work during the day tomorrow and leave by six o’clock so that I can go to my place and study.”
“You can study here.”
“No. I’m not doing this because of what you did. I need to focus.”
“You can focus here.”
“Don’t or I’ll go back tonight.”
I knew whatever came out next was either gonna land me on the couch, make me look like a bitch or I’d wind up in jail because I was two point two seconds from taking some tips from Zandor and tying her ass up.
Fuck it. “I’ll stay here. You go ahead.”
“Because I’m going back to my place tomorrow or because I said you can’t touch me?”
“Which
ever works for you.” I laid down and rolled over and faced the back of the couch.
“There are a couple other bedrooms you know.”
“I’m good.”
She laughed as she walked up the stairs.
Take that Irish.
I was pissed now. I walk back in here like a little bitch with my dick tucked between my legs and that should’ve been enough. But no, ‘Come to bed with me, don’t touch me, I’m going back to that place where I got the shit beat out of me.’
Fucking women.
~
I woke at seven in the morning. I slept like a fucking rock. And I sat up feeling like I had been hit by several of them. I took a piss and hopped in the shower in the downstairs bathroom, of course, ‘cause if I went up those stairs little Miss Patrick would have morning wood shoved deep inside her pussy, wet or not.
I walked out in a towel just as her pretty little feet were padding down the stairs.
“Sleep well?” She asked glancing down at the tiny towel just barley covering my cock.
“Perfect and you?”
“It was like heaven.” She gushed, borderline obnoxious and walked into the kitchen and filled the Keurig. I walked in, no strutted, fuck yeah I strutted. I reached over her head and pushed into her back while I grabbed a glass. I took a deep whiff of her sexy hair and she looked up and over her shoulder at me, and rolled those emerald eyes.
I chuckled as I stepped away. I filled the cup with water and then turned and leaned against the counter and stared at her. My dick wanted her but check this shit out; I control my dick, when I want to of course and right now I didn’t want her to know that I was at all interested.
“You’re pretty impressed with that thing aren’t you?” She looked down at my towel.
“It’s pretty fucking impressive.”
“Hmm.”
“Not hmm. Let’s be honest shall we. The sounds that come out of you when you’re being impaled by greatness isn’t hmm. It’s Oh God! Xavier, Oh Yes!”
“Close, but just so you know some women practice that stuff.”
“Like you did with Daniel?” I fucking hated that man’s name.
“Years of practice. They say practice makes perfect. My noises are pretty perfect aren’t they?”
Her smug look made me laugh. “Did you fake cum too? Did your pussy fake squeeze my dick and fake--.”
“Fuck you.” She stomped out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
I waited for her to get up the stairs and then decided to go up and taunt her some more. Pissed off Taelyn was smoking hot.
When I walked in the room I wasn’t expecting to see what I saw. She was on the bed hugging her knees and her shoulders were shuttering.
“I was just joking around. Damn Taelyn. I didn’t mean to make you cry,” I sat down and pulled her balled up body against my chest and held her.
She pulled away and laid down covering her face with a pillow.
I laid next to her and held her. Her breasts were heaving and she leaned into me. I tried to take the pillow away and she pushed my hand down, her hand was over mine but mine was most definitely on her tit. Ever so gently she pushed into my hand and then her hand slipped down to my wrist. I felt her nipple hardening under my hand. So I rubbed my palm just a little, literally feeling her out. Did she want this?
She moaned and pushed harder against my hand.
Yeah she wanted it. I used one hand to play with her tit and the other to lift her shirt. Her little hips rolled, basically begging for my hand to travel south, so it did.
“Damn Irish you’re so wet,” she moaned and then stiffened. But her hips continued to push into my hand.
It was fucked up fingering and playing with the tits of a girl who’s crying. For real. I mean I’ve fucked plenty girls who ended up in tears, but not because they were upset. You know what I’m sayin?
I started sucking on her perfect fucking tits and she cried into the pillow. I moved down her body, kissing, sucking, licking, and needing to eat that sweet fucking pussy. My cock was fucking steel but I didn’t want in, not yet.
I knelt at her feet in pussy worship position as I took her underwear off. Green lace, fucking hot. I held them to my face and took a deep breath. The fucking scent of want, need, desire, all bottled up inside her just waiting to be eaten.
I slid forward on my stomach and pushed my hands under her tight as fuck ass. I wanted to squeeze it, leave my marks on it, and lick it, fuck!
I lifted her ass so it met my mouth, throwing her legs over my back. There was no easing into it. I licked her pussy like a fucking cat licking its paw. No crease, crevice, or hole was left untouched. When I say no hole, I mean no fucking hole. She was so wet she was dripping and that juice was pure fucking platinum, I would not let any bit of it be left to waste.
She was into it, fucking my face as she screamed into the pillow she held with one hand and pulling my hair with the other. She came hard and her thighs crushed against my head. I nipped them forcing her to pull away. Not hard but like a dog would snap at another when it was trying to steal its food. That shit was mine, all fucking mine.
When she laid limp. I kissed down her ankles and knelt looking at the pussy I was about to be in balls deep. I grabbed her ankles to drag her to me and she pulled her foot back and then pushed it slowly between my legs, right against my cock. If she pushed any harder that shit would have hurt but right now just that little bit of pressure felt real fucking good.
She put the pillow beside her, sat up, and pushed her hair out of her face. She looked at me as she straightened herself up trying to appear poised. It was kind of fucking cute.
“Thanks for that.” Then she pulled her feet up and looked down at my cock. “You may want to take care of that. Time for work.”
Quick as shit she was off the bed and in the bathroom. I heard the door lock and then the shower start.
No. Fucking. Way.
Chapter 14
Player two
I stepped into the hot shower and let the water cascade down my very sensitive and extremely erect nipples, laughing to myself.
The look on his face was priceless. I wouldn’t need a photo of that to hold on to the memory of what I had just done to Xavier. Smoking hot, hung, abundantly talented, Xavier Steel, looked like the football captain who was blown off on Prom night, by me.
I finished up my shower and opened the door expecting to see him on the other side the same way I had seen him the night before when he took me, unwillingly. Okay unwilling for two point five seconds before he was inside me. That look he had in his eyes as he fucked me against the wall was heat, anger, and something else. Something raw and animalistic. Something that made me boil inside. Something that was still haunting me.
How could you want and hate a feeling at the same time? If I allowed myself I could fall for him. How stupid would that be? I was coming off of a break up that should have put me on the couch or in bed for at least a week, giving myself enough time to lick my wounds and allow the painful experience to be turned into a life lesson. A lesson I would carry like a scar, a constant reminder of why the hell that would never happen again.
But Xavier was around every corner I tried to hide in. He was lighting up the darkness. No he wasn’t just lighting it up, he was setting raging infernos around me and inside me. I should walk away now so I wouldn’t get burned by this game we were playing, but I didn’t want to. Not even a little.
After I was dressed I walked down the stairs and found him sitting at the desk.
“Good shower?” He asked in an aloof tone.
“Yep, you gonna take one?”
“Should I?”
He was acting like nothing had happened, like he was unaffected by what I had just done and damn if it didn’t make me angry. I didn’t just want to bask in that moment, I wanted to bathe in it, rub his nose in it, and make him not forget that this was a game w
ith two players, not one.
I reached over the desk and swiped my finger across his lower lip. “Probably, you got a little on you still.”
His eyebrow slowly raised and I turned and walked away.
“Coffee?” I asked over my shoulder.
“Do you think you can handle it?” He chuckled.
“Sure thing.”
~
He didn’t shower. He spent three hours of the morning on the phone. He was adamant that the office slash studio be presentable by the weekend. He seemed to have faith that the general contractor would have the window in and walls up.
I was given the task, via email from Xavier, who sat a mere ten feet away from me at maximum all morning long, to find dates and times of performances for at least four of the artists this week.
It wasn’t as easy as it sounds. None of the prospective clients had web or social media pages with accurate information. Some hadn’t even bothered to list where they would be playing, or they would just give a street name, not the bar’s name. It was more scanning web pages hoping that the bar or club had an events page on their self-made websites. Frustrating as hell, but I found four.
Xavier was talking studio equipment, I think, with someone who didn’t seem to be a professional but more a friend so I popped in ear buds to continue the search for more unknowns.
It was three in the afternoon when I finally looked away from the computer screen. We hadn’t said two words to one another. I even emailed him back the dates of the gigs I found. He chuckled and turned his chair away from me and continued talking on the phone.
He had emailed me a detailed schedule he had made of what was happening each day at Forever Four. Friday we would be in the office at Steel Industries. He seemed happy with the way things were going. So was I.
