He smirked, then shook his head, putting his leg between mine. “I think I deserve it. It’s been months since I’ve had you. I am nowhere near satisfied.”
“Are you feeling greedy?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him.
I was rewarded with the sweetest kiss and a huge grin. “Yep!”
I giggled, and his head lowered to my neck, growling as his nose tickled me there.
“Animal!”
“I’ll take that!” Greg laughed then growled on my neck again. “No, better yet, I’m a beast and I’m about to devour you.”
“Please do.” I giggled.
He looked at me and smiled. A very sweet smile that melted me.
Ut-oh…
* * *
I stretched and grinned, feeling euphoric, tired and ‘open.’ Giggle. I couldn’t believe I’d let him fuck me like that, twisting me this way and that, pulling, yanking, thrusting, slapping, pawing, but… I was in the moment, and I needed everything he offered. It wasn’t bad. Oh hell, I could keep everything we did on our sexual playlist.
“Hey,” Greg said behind me. “’Bout time you woke up.”
“Well, excuse me. You wore me out. I was starting to believe you never had sex before.” I frowned and turned to him. “Are you dying?”
“Not that I know of.” He laughed and held me. “I just enjoy you.”
“I enjoy you, too.”
I grinned and put my hands on his chest and really felt his body, without a sex distraction. I ran my fingers down to his abs then back up to his arms. All muscle.
“Why are you like this?” I whispered, then frowned again as I stared at his chest. “You’re all like this. Is this a requirement to be in the band?”
“No.” He sighed. “Red started it. He worked at Black Bag Gym when we were teens, and a client introduced him to bodybuilding. He taught us what Skull taught him.”
I looked at his face and tilted my head. “Red? Skull?”
“Red is what we called Jaxen, and had since we were kids, because he used to have red hair. Skull is the client that taught him about weights. He has a tattoo shop on Main.”
Right, I thought. Trista’s brother. I nodded, noting the tone in his voice as I lay my head against his chest. “You miss him.”
“Yeah,” Greg whispered. “Are you hungry? I am. We really worked up an appetite. What would you like? I’ll have to order something since there is no food here.”
I sighed. Men. It wouldn’t hurt for him to talk about this with me. Then again… Damn, I’m not his girlfriend so he really does not have to talk to me.
I was hungry and felt like I could eat a cow by myself, but I shook my head and sat up. He immediately pulled me back down.
“You don’t have to get up. I have my cell right here. What do you want to eat?”
I turned to him and frowned. “Nothing, Greg. It’s almost two, already. I really should be going home now.”
“Why?”
My brows raised. I was clearly confused. “Why?”
“Yeah, why? Stay the whole night. It’s not safe for you to be out this time of night alone, anyway.”
I sat up again and shook my head. “We’re between the police station and City Hall. You can’t get any safer than that, Greg.”
“Still. Stay.”
I looked at him and thought I saw him eye-begging. Smirking, I laid down and he immediately laid with me and held me tightly to his body.
“The Asian place stops delivering at three, so does Mr. R’s. The Pizza King stops at four—”
“Chicago style with sausage, bacon and extra cheese.”
He laughed and kissed my hair. “You got it.”
After he ordered, we quietly laid in the bed. I had no clue what to say and no idea what we should do. I grinned big as I turned on my stomach and looked at him.
“Show me your tongue.”
Greg looked at me like I was nuts. “What?”
“I want to see your tongue. Show it to me.”
“Why?” He laughed. “It’s just a tongue.”
I straddled him. “That’s really not ‘just a tongue.’ That’s a salamander you’re holding hostage in your mouth and I want to see it, Up close and personal.”
He laughed as he looked at me. “You’ve already gotten personal with it.”
“Well, now I want a close-up view,” I said as I bent, getting really close to his face. “Show me, Greg. Whip that big boy out.”
He laughed harder. “I whipped my big boy out earlier. Don’t you remember feeling him in here?” He grinned, then flicked my clit with his finger.
“Yeah,” I gasped, then sighed. “I got an eye view of that big boy. Now I want the other. Toe the line and put it on display.”
I got a huge grin then slowly Greg stuck out the tip. I lurched forward and licked it. He pulled it back and laughed.
“More,” I pleaded.
He stuck it out a little farther. I grinned and licked it again. He quickly pulled it back.
“More. All of it.”
I see his tongue come out again, slowly. The tip went just passed his lips, and I shuddered.
“Very impressive.”
“Where’s my lick?”
“Oops,” I giggled. “Stick it back out.”
He did, and I slowly licked it. “Better?”
“Oh yeah.” Greg grinned. “But that wasn’t all of it.”
“Yes, it was!” I laughed. “You’re not fooling me, mister!”
“I’m serious.” He laughed. “Watch.”
Again it came out and stopped at the last length. I frowned. “I knew you were lying, you lick thief!” My eyes widened when more tongue slid out. “Wow.”
Greg grinned and shook his head, giving me a mischievous look.
I blinked. “More?”
He nodded, sliding out more tongue. Whoa.
“Is that it?” I croaked.
More tongue slid out, and I gasped loudly.
“Stop torturing me and show me all of it. Please!” I groaned and play slapped his chest.
“Okay.” He laughed and grabbed my wrists. “Watch.”
I blinked and waited. I stilled and gasped as his fat, long tongue slowly slid from his mouth. My mouth gaps when it finally stops moving. The tip of his tongue is just below his squared chin.
Holy… hot… damn, I think as I shuddered, staring as he wiggled and flicked it about.
“God, how did you ever make a kid, Greg?”
“What?” He laughed, released me and held me close.
“That tongue is huge and you really know how to use it. How… why do you ever use your dick?”
He laughed so loud and hard he shook the bed. It was contagious, and I laughed with him. The doorbell rang, and I sat up and watched while he tugged on his jeans. He kissed my head, and still chuckling, ran out the door. I wrapped the sheet around my nakedness then grabbed my purse and headed to the bathroom. Shaking my head, I fixed the serious sex hair I had going on. I cleaned myself, then went back to the bed, crossed my legs, Indian style, and pulled out my wallet so I could pay him for my share, and silently waited for Greg to return. When he did, I smelled the food and my stomach responded viciously.
He set the pizza box in the middle of the bed and sat. “Another first,” he chuckled as he handed me a bottle of lemonade. “I’ve never eaten in my room before.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Really. Don’t tell Mom,” he laughed as he opened the pizza box.
I reached for the receipt that was stapled to it. I took a look at the total and then pulled out cash and held it out to him.
Greg frowned as he pointed to my cash. “What’s that for?”
“My share of the food.”
“Um, no,” he snorted then grabbed a slice. “I’m not taking that.”
“Why not?”
“My treat.”
“Okay.” I nodded and put everything back into my purse. “Mine next time.”
“Nope.” He snor
ted harder, then bit. I held my breath as I waited for him to talk with a mouth full of food. He didn’t. He chewed and held up a finger, swallowed, then spoke. My heart skipped.
Double ut-oh.
“Whenever we’re together, it’s always my treat. My mother raised a gentleman. Besides, my dad always says a woman never pays, and he’s always right, so when we’re together, it’s always my treat.”
I shook my head and grabbed a slice. We ate in silence, outside of the music playing on the stereo Greg clicked on. Sade was singing to us and I hummed along when I wasn’t eating. Greg smiled at me the whole time. When we finished, he took the rest to the fridge and came back with waters.
We laid down again, holding each other as we talked. I was happy, sated and mentally going over in my head when I’d want to be with him again, trying to be mindful of my job, his job at Main House in the A&R department and his daughter.
He explored with his hand and when I tilted up my head, he kissed me deeply. We had sex again. This time he laid on his side and pushed my leg into the air when I laid on my side. He thrust hard and fast, gripping my neck and kissing me roughly. When I came, I gripped the arm at my breasts and panted as he shot inside me. I loved every second of it.
We talked again for a while after that, sharing information about our pasts, revealing favorites and dislikes. He gave me the sweetest kisses after I told him about my parents’ respective deaths. He told me the basics about his daughter, whom he lovingly called Ree-Ree Pooh because his mother started it and it stuck. I listened when he talked about the band, meeting them, and he made me laugh when he discussed their antics over the years. It sounded like those guys were the brothers he’d never had, and they had fun together.
I sweetly kissed him and smiled as I settled against him when he stopped talking, hoping that Jaxen was alive and would make his existence known soon. He was greatly missed by at least two, if not all the people I know, in Hampton, California.
* * *
Next thing I knew we were waking up. I dragged myself to the shower behind Greg after noting the time. I shook my head. After the afternoon and night I had, I did not care one iota about the time, but was still surprised to see it was almost noon.
After our shower together and one last fuck for the road in there, we dressed. Greg walked with me to the garage where my car and his motorcycle were. He took me in his arms and held me close as he kissed me goodbye. It was far more than the peck I was expecting and I almost believed he was going to miss me the way that lingering kiss felt.
“When do you think I can see you again?” Greg asked between kisses.
“I don’t know yet,” I answered, enjoying his lips. “When can you squeeze me in?”
“Whenever you want.” Greg smiled when he pulled back. I grinned big when he opened my car door for me. “For the record, Cass, I’ll never squeeze you in. You call, I run. Being with you is my third priority.”
“Okay.” I pecked his lips, then got in the car. “Until next time.”
“Next time.” He nodded, then closed my car door. “Soon.”
“It’ll definitely be soon.” I grinned. “Can’t wait. Bye.”
“Bye.” Greg grinned as I start the car and then drove off.
I sighed as I drove home. Eddie was going to be upset and probably worried. I shrugged it off, but the closer I got to home, the more I didn’t want to go there. When I pulled up at my building, I sighed. The Malibu wasn’t there. Damn…he was probably out looking for me, scared that he couldn’t reach me. Then I frowned. I don’t recall getting a single call all afternoon or night.
Had it died on me? I pulled out my cell. I had seventy-eight percent charge still… and only one missed call from Itsy. I checked the voicemail. She was going to be there soon for the summer break and wanted to make sure we’d see each other. I checked my texts next. Alannah, Macy and Samantha only, wanting to go shopping today.
No calls and no texts from Eddie?
Oh shit.
Chapter Thirteen
I Have No Idea
I went inside our apartment and everything looked normal; as clean as I’d left it. Even the bed was made. I frowned. What the hell was going on?
I changed into capris and a tee then plopped on the couch. It was now three, and still no Eddie. I called everyone and no one had seen him. Now I was boiling. What the hell? I got up and paced.
I looked out the window every two minutes and still nothing. I ignored my rumbling stomach. I ignored calls that came through. I was on the verge of calling Greg to relieve some tension when our front door finally opened.
“Where the hell have you been?” I shouted before Eddie could close the door.
He swallowed hard then shook his head. “Working, thinking.”
I crossed my arms and scowled. “Alone?”
Yeah, I had nerve.
“Yes,” he said, looking around. “Sorry I didn’t call, but my cell died, and I think they accidently tossed the car charger when we had the cars detailed last week. Do you want to do the laundry now?”
Was he kidding? He’d been out all night doing God knew what with God knew whom and he had the nerve to calmly ask me…
Okay, I know what you’re thinking and I agree… I’m the pot and he’s the kettle. Still. I came home at a decent hour, and he was just now getting there.
Oh, shut up. Back to Eddie…
“No, I don’t want to do any fucking laundry right now,” I shouted. “Why the hell are so late? That factory closes at one on Saturdays and is closed on Sundays! Where was all this thinking happening?”
“In my car.” Eddie sighed. “And I wasn’t at the factory; I was at my other job. I found another part-time job, Cass.”
“What?” I screeched. “Why do you need yet another job, Edward?”
“Because I finally found the ring I want to get you and I want to get it fast.”
My jaw dropped. Ring? Oh… shit…
“You want to get married?” I asked, breathless.
“Yes, honey.” Eddie frowned. “Don’t you still want to get married?”
Yeah, my brain screamed, to Greg!
Whaaa? Noooooooo!
Yes!
No! Damn it! Where the hell did that come from?
“Cass?”
I looked up after I startled. “Huh? What?”
“Don’t you still want to be married to me?”
I swallowed hard, then put my arms around him. “Of course I want to get married and have lots of babies.”
I couldn’t bring myself to say I wanted to be married to him.
“I thought so.” Eddie laughed. “I found something part time, and will put everything I make with that job on that ring. I should have it paid off in eight weeks. Then I’ll quit and propose right. Deal?”
I pulled back and grinned. I couldn’t say deal back. Instead I dropped a few tears and let him hold me while I cried. I cried because Greg and I now had a damn time limit, just like Jaxen and Kimber. And look how well that turned out.
* * *
Eddie got a massive erection that night, but I just couldn’t let him touch me. Instead, I told him my cycle was coming soon and faked cramps. To my surprise, he understood and held me all night. We didn’t get around to the laundry.
* * *
Eight days later, about a half hour before my lunch hour, I got a text that burned deep in my soul. I was in need again and it could not have come at a better time.
Tried to play cool. A week is long enuf. Too long. Want U. Need U. Hampton Inn @ 1. I’ll get U sumthin 2 eat. My lunch will be here as soon as you walk in the door.
I gasped loudly when I read it and looked up. All eyes moved to me. Walden actually rolled his and shook his head.
Lala scowled at him, then looked at me worriedly. “Everything okay, Cass?”
“Um, yeah.” I nodded fast. “Couldn’t be better.”
Since I’d gotten my car, Lala and I took weekly turns driving to work. This was her week, but the m
otel Greg texted about was about a block, almost two, up the street. I could walk it, but I was already throbbing and didn’t think I should in that condition, and I definitely wasn’t going to ask anyone at work for a ride. Plus, walking would cut into my short time with Greg.
Ditto & I’d love to help a starving man with such talented and sizeable assets. Not driving this week, meet me?
I grinned as I hit send. It took less than a minute for him to reply.
Absolutely. Behind the cell shop. Take your panties off now.
I glanced at my watch. Damn, still had fifteen minutes to go. I jumped up, ran to the bathroom and slipped off my panties. I was still grinning when I returned to my desk.
“What’s going on with you, Barbariza?” Walden drawled, “Your ass is practically brighter than the fluorescents in here, especially since that text. Spill, girl. What’s up?”
I took a deep breath, then looked at him. No one was working. They were all staring at me, waiting. Fuck, what do I do? This was between me and Greg, but I could trust these people, couldn’t I? I believed so. Let’s test that.
“It’s still a secret, but,” I grinned, “Eddie is proposing soon.”
They gasped and clapped. Walden rolled his eyes again. He was such a hater of any kind of relationship. Commitment scared the hell out of him.
“Congrats, Cass,” Lala shouted as she ran to hug me. “Why ‘soon’ and not now?”
“Well, he said he found the perfect ring and didn’t want to dip into our savings since we’re still looking for a house, and it’ll take a little while at his new part-time job to have enough money to buy it outright. He doesn’t believe in credit.”
“Wow, I wish I didn’t.” Callie laughed, then hugged me next. “Congrats, hon. Are you having a big party?”
“I don’t know.” I smiled. “Eddie says I know enough. He’s handling everything.”
The elevator chimed, and Stone smiled as he walked into our desk area. He and Lala were still going strong.
“What’s up, fast-finger people?” Stone laughed as he walked over to a grinning Lala. “Hey, babe. Miss me?”
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