by M. N. Forgy
I shake my head at the thought. It explains a lot. All the girls I’ve slept with over the years, they were all there trying to fill a void that Jessica planted in my soul. There are a million reasons why I should have let Jessica walk out of my life, a million rejections when I should have taken the hint, but I just didn’t care. I stayed and kept pushing because of how I felt when we were together.
I walk toward the main room, contemplating grabbing a beer to calm my thoughts when I spot Cherry and Dani sitting on a couple of stools at the bar. Dani’s sipping on a beer and Cherry’s sliding her hand on a leather cut laying on the bar top. The place is cleaned up; the ol’ ladies doing most of the cleaning, while me and the guys argued about who was going to replace the TV. We all pitched in, in the end.
“Holy shit, you look stunning, Bobby,” Cherry chimes, eye-fucking me from top to bottom. I stop and look myself up and down.
“I clean up okay, I guess.” I grab the beer from Dani, taking a large sip.
“You’re nervous,” Dani observes, smiling.
“What? No, I’m not. It’s just like any other date,” I remark, taking a bigger gulp.
“Uh huh. You might want to wipe that fountain of sweat off your forehead before you see her then,” Dani laughs, pointing at my face. I groan and wipe my forehead with the back of my hand.
Dani stands, a look of concern etching across her wrinkled forehead.
“You going to be all right?” she mutters, pulling me to the side of the bar away from Cherry.
“I’m a fucking wreck,” I admit.
“Bobby Whitfield, nervous about a female. That has to be a first. If only Shadow were here,” Dani smarts. I smirk and run my hands through my hair.
I love Jessica. Admitting that to myself has a rush of adrenaline spike through my chest. A string of excitement and fear mixing to form one coherent thought; I’m over my fucking head.
“Jessica is different. She has always been different,” I admit.
“I know that. I am just glad you are finally admitting it.” Dani places her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed. Man, how the tables have turned. It used to be me giving Dani a hard time about her and Shadow; now she’s riding my back about Jessica.
“What’s that?” I ask, gesturing toward the cut on the counter, changing the subject. It looks new, and as far as I know, the boys and I haven’t discussed patching any new brothers in, so it must be out for another reason.
Cherry turns, her face serious as she runs her hands over the leather cut.
“A birdy told me you were going on a date with Doc,” Cherry informs, picking the cut up.
“Would this birdy be a little shit with a lip ring?” I laugh, referring to her ol’ man Lip. She laughs and holds the cut up, the back of it reading Property of Bobby, with the club’s colors under it.
“What the fuck is that?” I ask, my tone serious as my eyes widen.
“We all know you want Doc to be your ol’ lady. We’ve heard the way you talk about her. Seen the way you look at her,” Cherry laughs, but I’m not laughing. In fact, I feel like I can’t fucking breathe in this shirt.
“We want to make her family just as much as you do,” Dani remarks softly, standing up from her stool.
“I don’t think—”
“Don’t try and deny it, Bobby,” Cherry interrupts me. I puff my cheeks out as I exhale, my sweating escalating with the turn in conversation.
Cherry slams the cut to my chest and stands from the stool.
“It’s been how many years, Bobby? How much longer are you going to deny that you don’t want to be with her?” Dani questions, her tone sincere. I look at her and see her caring green eyes pleading for me to break my walls. I run my hand through my hair and exhale slowly. There has always been something about Jessica, always something about her.
“I never said I didn’t want Jessica. Ever. She had her way of doing things, and I had my own. It just seemed right not to throw things into complicated before,” I respond, folding the cut in my hands.
“You seem to be talking past tense there,” Dani observes. I suck my bottom lip in and nod.
“Yeah. Well, things have changed,” I mutter.
“It’s time to make her a part of the family permanently,” Cherry continues, smiling.
I am not going to lie, the thought of seeing this on Jessica has my dick twitching with excitement. I can see her wearing this, and only this in my bed.
I sigh loudly and sling the cut over my shoulder. I grab my keys to my new blue Chevy and head toward the garage, leaving the girls to resume their evil plotting of my love life.
“Good luck!” Dani yells.
I stuff the cut under the truck seat, afraid if Jessica sees it, she will run for the hills. I start the engine, the truck shifting from side to side with every press of the accelerator. I slowly pull out of the garage and head toward the highway. Being on my bike so often, it feels weird riding in an enclosed vehicle.
I leave the radio off as I head to Jessica’s, mulling over the boundaries I’ve crossed in the last week or so.
“Fuck,” I mutter, knowing this could be bad. Tonight could either go really well, or destroy Jessica and me.
Parking outside Jessica’s house, I climb out of my truck. Reaching for the security gate, it opens, the lock still broken.
I angrily slam the gate shut and walk inside the building in search of the landlord. Assuming he is the first apartment right when you walk in, I slam my fists on the door repeatedly.
The door swings open and the pudgy excuse for a man walks out. A remote in his hand, and he’s wearing a stained white shirt that’s too short to cover his gut. His eyes widen and his mouth gapes open when he sees me.
“The gate, it’s still broken, why?” I question, my hand pointing toward the gate.
“I called about it and they said they would get out here as soon as they could, man,” Dudley explains, his voice shaky.
“Get it fixed, and quick,” I threaten.
I walk up to Jessica’s apartment and knock on the door, my temples throbbing from the rush of blood racing to my head from nervousness. The door opens slowly and my breath catches. She is wearing a white dress that falls just before her knees. The fabric resting against her tan thighs. Following her long legs down to her high heels, I have to adjust my dick and look up. Her blonde hair is down and curled at the ends and her face is glowing. Her pink lips lift into a smile, revealing two drop-dead sexy dimples.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I whisper, making her laugh. My heart slamming against my chest as I check her out.
“Subtlety never was your strong point,” she remarks, her cheeks turning a dark shade of red.
“Subtle? I’m thinking of saying screw the date and taking you back into that apartment and fucking you in that dress you look so hot,” I reply, closing my gaping mouth shut, and smiling wolfishly.
She laughs and walks out, shutting the door and locking it.
“Where is Addie?” I question.
“Staying at Bree’s for the night,” she answers, pointing to the door across from us.
“So I get you for the whole night?” I ask, lifting my eyebrows up and down suggestively.
“Like you need the whole night,” she mocks, walking down the hall.
“Touché,” I remark.
My eyes instantly find her tight ass. My hands involuntarily clench in on themselves, wanting to squeeze it.
“Where are you taking me?” Her comment makes my eyes snap up from her ass to her face.
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Hey, eyes up here, buddy.” She motions her fingers toward her face.
“I ain’t making any promises,” I reply honestly, making her shake her head.
I walk her out to my truck and she stops suddenly, her eyes scanning over the blue Chevy.
“This yours?” she asks surprised, her hand gliding along the hood.
“Yup, just got it,” I inform.
“Well,
I was wondering how I was going to ride on the back of your bike in this,” she adds, biting her bottom lip.
I laugh and open the door so she can climb in.
She steps inside of the cab, her dress riding up right under her ass cheeks as she climbs in. Not able to take it anymore, I reach over and squeeze her ass before she sits on the seat. She turns her head and glares at me, making me laugh mischievously.
I shut her door and jog around the other side of the truck to get in.
“Wow, this is really nice,” Jessica admires, running her hand along the dashboard in appreciation.
“Thanks,” I respond, turning the key. I push my foot onto the accelerator, causing the motor to roar. I look over at Jessica and lift my eyebrows with every push of the gas pedal, making her laugh.
“Boys and their toys,” Jessica chuckles, shaking her head.
I slam the truck into gear, and floor it, making the tires screech against the asphalt. Jessica grabs onto my arm and the door, and giggles hysterically.
The night is warm and noisy with nature calling as we drive toward the ocean with the windows down. Looking over and seeing Jessica watch the night fly by her with her hair blowing in the wind, I can’t help but grin. She is so incredibly beautiful. Every time we are together, I’m more convinced we should be together. I pull up to the graveled parking lot, only a couple of old fishing trucks parked. Looking out past the few vehicles, there’s a bunch of docks holding boats.
I hurry out of the truck and head toward Jessica’s side, helping her out. The salty smell of the ocean is strong and the hostile waves crashing against docks are loud. I look up at the sky, hoping the storm will hold off long enough for us to enjoy the night.
“You brought me to the beach?” she questions, looking out toward the ocean.
“No,” I reply, grabbing her hand and guiding us toward the smell of salt, and the waves of the ocean.
We wander down cemented steps and onto a wooden dock. We pass a couple of small fishing boats, and other watercrafts. I turn to the right, pulling us toward another dock with bigger and faster looking boats.
“Umm, Bobby?” Jessica mutters as we pass boat after boat.
“This one,” I whisper, pulling us down the dock toward a red and white speedboat. I step onto the boat, and reach for Jessica’s hand, helping her step over from the dock.
“You, um, know how to drive this thing?” she asks nervously, eyeing the boat.
“Yeah, I know how to drive this thing,” I laugh. “My father taught me how to drive a boat. Once you learn, you never forget it.”
“Is this your boat?” Jessica asks, walking further onto the boat.
“Kinda, I’m renting it,” I answer, stepping around her. The boat is big from standing on the dock, shadowing over the dock and other boats nearby, but once you are on it, it’s actually kind of fucking small. The back of it holds an inboard motor, taking up most of the boat. Past the motor, there is a row of red and white leather seats along the back, while in front of that is the captain’s chair with a passenger chair next to it. I walk up to the bow, admiring the triangle of red and white cushions completing the shape.
“It’ll do,” I whisper, stepping back.
Jessica saunters up to the triangle of cushions, looking over the rim of the boat before plopping down belly first on the pillows, kicking off her high heels. I chuckle, untying the boat from the dock. She looks at ease and seems to be enjoying herself. I was afraid she would defy me the entire date, making this a nightmare. I position myself in the captain’s chair and search for the keys.
Finding them located in a cubby under the steering wheel, I start the ignition. The boat vibrates as the motor rumbles through the night air.
“Hold on,” I warn, pulling the boat away from the dock. Once we are off and on our way, I push the throttle forward, letting the boat rip through the tide. Jessica squeals as we fly through the night, the sound of her laughter is one I haven’t heard before. Sure, she’s laughed, but to see her like this, hear the depths of her laughter…it’s new and I can’t help the cocky smile displayed on my face that I brought it out of her. I drive until we are far enough out that nobody can see or hear us, and turn the motor off.
“Oh my,” Jessica gasps. I crawl out from behind the wheel and stagger toward her. The waves the boat caused splash along the side of the watercraft, jolting it back and forth making it hard to walk as we sway harshly.
“The stars are so bright out here,” Jessica murmurs, looking up at the night’s sky. I crawl up next to her and flip over, looking up at the stars.
“Wow,” I mutter.
“I bet you get laid every time you take a woman out here,” Jessica laughs, her eyes wide as she stares upward. My brows furrow, and I swallow the sudden lump in my throat rising from her statement.
Jessica turns from looking at the stars and sits up on her elbows.
“What’s wrong?” she asks softly.
I sit up and climb off the cushions, the conversation heading somewhere I wasn’t expecting. I run my hands through my hair, and find the stereo. I flip the plastic cover protecting the stereo and turn it on. “Painted On My Heart” by Cult is playing. I haven’t heard this song in forever. I turn the volume up, and flip the cover back down.
“What did I say?” Jessica continues.
“Nothing,” I lie, wanting her to drop it.
I blow out a steady breath and return to the cushions, laying on my back and facing the stars. Stars I saw many times as a kid, I just forgot how vibrant they looked over the years. Jessica rolls on her side, her dress shifting up to her hips, revealing a dainty blue triangle between her thighs. I reach down, and slide my finger along the top of the elastic of her panties. Jessica looks down, her eyes becoming heavy with lust as I sweep my finger down further grazing her clit. She lifts her thigh, inviting me in.
I roll over on top of her, spread her legs with my knee and dip my hand down, gliding my finger in-between her wetness. I press my lips to hers, kissing her cherry-glossed lips and don’t hold back. She parts my mouth with her tongue, flicking her tongue against mine. I grab both sides of her face, my thumb circling the apples of her cheeks as I look at her, her blonde hair splayed around her like a halo, the flushing of her cheeks sexy. She reaches forward and unbuttons my shirt, one button at a time, her eyes at half-mast staring at me intently the whole time. I slip my hand between her back and the cushion finding the zipper to her dress. I pull it down, the snug fit of the dress loosening along her frame. I trail my finger along the dress’s straps clinging to her shoulders and glide them down her arms slowly, my lips kissing behind the trailing fabric.
Her firm breasts sitting in blue cups greet me; enticing me. I dart my tongue between the valley of her chest, before giving the side of her tit a bite. She arches her back and moans loudly, her fingers tangling in my hair. Once on my knees, I pull my shirt off as Jessica sits up and runs her hands over my abs, her lips brushing against my belly button. She unbuckles my belt and pulls my pants down my hips. I kick them off along with my boots as she fingers the waist of my boxers and slowly yanks them down, my dick springing free.
I run my hand through her hair as she looks up from under her lashes.
She grasps my cock. I hiss with surprise at her demanding this control. She leans forward and flicks my dick with the tip of her tongue, triggering my legs to tremble from anticipation, my dick sprouting a bead of semen. Licking the dew from my dick, her actions seem to be in slow motion. The moon lights up her skin and her blue eyes look up at me desperately. It’s an image I program in my mind forever; she looks innocent, yet completely erotic.
Snapping me from my daze, she encloses her mouth around the head of my cock causing my world as I know it to explode. Bliss, it feels like pure undeniable bliss. The sensation of her warm mouth sucking my cock is remarkable. I dreamed of the day she would suck my dick, longed for the day she licked cum from the head of my cock. She bobs her head all the way down my shaft; I don’t h
old back my groan as my head falls back looking up at the stars.
As much as I want to blow my load in her sweet mouth, have the taste of me on her tongue, I want her body. I close my eyes and pull out of her mouth.
“Jesus, that was,” I huff, looking for the words to explain the feeling. She smiles, and lies back on the cushions, satisfied with herself. She knows I have been wanting that forever. “Oh, no, you don’t. Get back over here,” I pant, grabbing her by the hips, pulling her back to me. I flip her over on her stomach, and rip her panties to shreds. My lips curve into a smirk as my dick pulses with the urge to come. I notice she has two little dimples right above her ass and they are fucking cute as hell.
Gliding my hand between her legs, I skim them along the opening to her pussy, finding her wet and ready for my cock. She lifts her ass into the air and mewls from my soft touch.
I rub the wetness glistening on my fingers on the head of my dick and guide myself between her legs. Finding her pussy instantly, I thrust deeply, my balls squeezing from the sensation of having her wrapped around me.
Her head flings back, causing her hair to spread across her shoulders, a curtain of blonde. I caress my hand up and down her spine as I slowly drive in and out of her. Her pussy pulses around my cock and her knees tremble against the cushions as she takes my length.
I lean down and grasp her by the shoulders, pulling her off her hands and up against my chest. I wrap one of my arms around her tits, the nipples pressed tightly against my forearm, and slide my other arm along her abdomen as I piston my hips.
Her moans vibrate through her chest against my arm, making my dick tighten. She turns her head slightly, looking at me, her breath in short spurts as I continue thrusting. Reaching up, Jessica wraps her arm behind my neck, never taking her eyes off me. The look she gives me, the way it penetrates my soul, it’s like I am the only person she sees, that nothing makes sense but the two of us wrapped around each other.