I have it all planned out, too. How I’ll kill her. I dream about it a lot. I’m such a sick fuck, but I’ve always been this way. I never wanted to feel this way toward her. I never planned on her at all.
But we all do what we must to survive, to move on, and to eliminate weakness.
Chapter 22
Enzo
I can’t get the memory of Devon’s lips kissing me out of my mind. I’ve been so distracted today at work. Every person who tries talking to me ends up pissed and walks away. I’m in my own little bubble of happiness. Which sounds weird coming from a guy.
It’s almost time for me to get out of here and go home. I pull my phone out of my pocket, like the sucker I am, and text Devon.
Me: Are you free tonight? Thought I could come by with a movie and a pizza.
Devon: Just walking home from my last class. Shouldn’t be a big deal. Make sure you park in the church parking lot down the road and come in through the yards behind it.
Me: Now you’re making me act like I’m back in high school, sneaking around to see my girlfriend.
Devon: Sigh. I know. I’m sorry.
Me: Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon. Any preferences on the movie?
Devon: Surprise me <3
I start cleaning up my desk, shuffling papers in my locked filing cabinet to keep them away from nosy eyes. The captain walks by my desk, stopping when he sees I’m still here.
“Why aren’t you out of here yet?”
“Just putting stuff away now. Then I’m heading out,” I tell him as I lock the cabinet and stand up.
“Any special plans for tonight?” he asks. He doesn’t look like he’s trying to figure anything specific out.
“Oh, just hanging out with a friend tonight. Eat some pizza and drink some beer. The usual,” I tell him, not wanting to give him any details.
“Okay, well, have fun I guess,” he tells me, then turns on his heels and walks back the other way. That was weird.
I head out of the station and toward my truck. As soon as I’m sitting in the driver’s seat, I pull my phone back out and order a couple pizzas. I plan on giving her friends one if they are home. Have to make sure they like me. With the pizza ordered, I start the truck and pull out into the street. I drive to the closest movie store, run inside, and pick a chick flick and an action movie.
When I finally make it to the church parking lot, I shut the truck off. I tuck the keys into my jacket pocket along with the movies, zipping it as far at it’ll go to keep the movies from falling out. Grabbing the pizzas, I hop out and shut the door. I start my trek through the backyards that all seems to be littered with beer bottles.
I reach the back porch and walk up the steps. I don’t even make it all the way to the door before it’s opened. Standing there in barely-there, tight-as-shit shorts, and a tight tank top is Devon. I walk in the door and say, “Those shorts should be illegal. You don’t actually wear them outside do you?”
“I wear them sometimes at dance. They’re comfortable and easier to move in,” she says seriously.
“Well, they certainly don’t leave anything to the imagination. You can wear them around me. That’s it.” I set the pizza on the counter in the kitchen. “Is everyone here? I bought a pizza for them.”
“Yeah, they’re doing homework. Just leave it, they’ll see it and know it’s free game.” She walks over to a cabinet and grabs a couple paper plates and a stack of napkins. She turns and walks out of the kitchen, just expecting me to follow. So I do. Like the whipped puppy I’m becoming. This girl could probably talk me into anything.
When we reach her room, she takes the pizza from me and places it on her desk. She doesn’t waste any time putting a couple pieces on her plate and plopping onto her bed.
“What movies did you rent?” she asks around a mouthful of pizza. I take my shoes off before grabbing a couple of slices for myself, so I can sit on her bed. Near her.
“Chick flick or action? Take your pick.” I take a bite, and almost moan. I love pizza. I could survive on it alone.
“Chick flick,” she says with a smile.
“Somehow I knew you were going to say that,” I feign a groan, earning a smack to my arm.
“Yeah, okay. Just get up and put the movie in.” She goes back to eating her pizza. I love how everything feels so natural with her. There is no trying hard to impress her, it just happens.
“Alright.” I stand up and grab the movie out of my jacket and pop it into her DVD player. As the movie starts to play, we both finish up with our pizza. I get up and grab our trash, stacking it on the desk next to the pizza box. I crawl back on the bed with her and sit up by her pillows. Putting my arm around her, I pull her close and she puts her head on my chest.
Neither of us talk as the movie plays, but I really don’t think either of us are really watching it. I catch her looking up at me through her eyelashes a couple times before I finally give in. I grab her hand and pull her until she straddles my lap. The look she gives me almost breaks the “waiting rule” I put on myself.
She leans forward and places her lips against mine. I don’t know how much time has passed, but by the time we break away from each other, we’ve missed the whole movie. We’re both breathless. Her lips are swollen and she has a fire in her eyes. But Jesus, I can’t push it.
I move her off my lap and stand up from the bed. I pull my shirt off and drop my pants, before climbing back on the bed, this time under the sheets. I make enough room for her to crawl under with me. She lies back on her pillows, facing me.
“I want to, muñeca. Believe me; I want to so bad. But you don’t rush something like what we have. What we’re starting is the beginning of something really great. And I’m not about to fuck everything up by rushing into sex with you.”
“Okay.” She breathes out a deep sigh. “You’re right. I know you’re right. But can we tell my libido you’re right, too?” She chuckles.
Smiling, I kiss her forehead. I push my arm under her head and pull her close. I close my eyes, listening to the sound of her breaths. There is nothing in the world that could be more relaxing.
After only a few minutes, her breaths start to slow and even out. “I’m going to make you so happy. I will be the reason you smile when you wake up. I want to see the sparkle in your eye every time you laugh or smile. I know it’s soon. But when everything is done and over with, I will make you mine.” I kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger for a couple seconds before pulling away.
I don’t care if people say this is too soon, I know this girl is my forever. Now, I just need her on board, too.
Chapter 23
Devon
I’m lounging on my bed when Peyton comes in my room. I close the book I’m reading and lean over to place it on my nightstand.
“Do you think you’ll miss this place once we leave?” She flops down on my bed, landing on her back. I let out a laugh.
“No. I’m pretty positive I’m ready to leave this place,” I tell her.
She turns her head toward me. “Are you going to teach?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what I want to do.” I’m not sure if I’ll even be alive to do anything after Christmas. That’s our deadline to bring everyone down.
“This is all so damn depressing. You know what we should do? We should have a girls’ night, get everyone around and go out!” She jumps up from my bed and actually starts bouncing on the balls of her feet. Dammit, I don’t want to go out anywhere. But I know there is no getting out of it.
“Alright, fine. I’ll go. But … I’m dressing myself. Don’t even think I can’t take care of that myself,” I tell her. I get up off the couch and head toward my closet, and shoo her out of my room. She tells me she’ll get ahold of Roni, Marny, and Ashley on her way out.
I sift through all of my clothes, trying to find something sexy yet low key. I don’t need to attract anymore unwanted attention than I already do. I finally decide on a jean skirt and dark-gray shirt that will
hang off one shoulder. I drop them on my bed and dive back into my closest to find some shoes. After going through my closet and looking at every single outfit I own, I finally decide to wear my teal and dark-brown cowboy boots. We will be dancing so I need something I won’t break my neck in.
I decide against taking a shower, so I’m ready before everyone else. The girls got in not ten minutes after Peyton bounced out of here. So I sit on the couch downstairs waiting on the prima donnas to get ready.
I pull my phone out of my bra, swipe it open, and pull up my text messages. I debate whether to text Enzo to let him know I won’t be home tonight, in case he decides to stop by. The more I think about him, the more I want to give in. Gah. Fine. I’ll just send him one text.
Me: Hey. So the girls and I decided to go out tonight.
His response comes not even a minute later. It’s like he was waiting to hear from me.
Enzo: Ok, have fun. But not too much fun. ;)
A winky face? What?
Me: I’ll let you know when I get home. So you don’t worry.
Enzo: Thanks, muñeca. I don’t want to have to send out a search party.
I giggle and put my phone away. My thoughts go back to when I woke up on his couch, wrapped up in him. The feeling of his arms around me? It was like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I’ve never felt safe, protected. But with him I do. It’s a feeling I never want to lose.
**
We’ve been dancing for about an hour, and I’m dying for a drink. I grab Roni’s arm and mouth that I’m going to the bar. That way someone knows where I am. The other three girls found guys to dance with not long after we got on the dance floor. I bob and weave through the mass of gyrating, sweating bodies, making my way toward the bar.
Once I make it, I plop down on the first open stool I can find. I flag down the bartender and order a shot of Jack and a bottle of Bud Light. I throw the shot back, put the glass back down on the bar, then turn around on the stool with my beer in hand. I take a long pull on my bottle, glancing around at everyone, wondering if I know anyone besides my girls.
Someone bumping into my shoulder disrupts my people-watching. I glance to my side and one look is all it takes for my blood to run cold. I can’t get away for one night. I can never forget what I do; there are always reminders. And running into one of my regulars is one of those reasons why.
“Well, fancy meeting you here,” he says. “No pun intended, of course.”
“Yes, well. Enjoy your night. I have to get going.” I move to get up off the stool but his hand shoots out and latches onto my upper arm.
“Not so fast. I’ve never seen you out before. I feel like I need to take advantage of the opportunity.” He runs his hand from my upper arm up to tuck a piece of hair behind my ear. “That boss of yours only lets me schedule so many appointments with you. He doesn’t want me to develop an unhealthy obsession with you. Pity he didn’t think of me running into you somewhere else.”
His hand is lingering by my face, so I’m afraid to make any sudden movements. This guy is one of my … odd ones, I guess you could say. He’s one of the only guys who is always so tender, almost too affectionate for what he’s doing. Everyone else is rough and just takes what they want.
“So, what do you say I buy you another drink? Can I know your real name now?” he questions. I still don’t know what to make of this. I guess I could let him buy me one drink, then try to talk myself out of this. Or maybe one of the girls will come to find me.
“Sure, one beer. A Bud Light, please,” I tell him and don’t even pretend to acknowledge his other question. He moves his hand away from me to flag down the bartender again. I still don’t turn back toward the bar. I continue to people watch. Well, in realty I’m trying to catch my girls’ eyes, or someone I know, to help me out of this.
My beer appears in front of my face and I snatch it out of his hands. I take a long drink, turning back to look at the john. I don’t know his name either. I don’t ever want to know the names of any of them, but sometimes I learn them.
If things were different, and I didn’t do what I do, I would think he was attractive. Would I want to date him? Probably not. But he’s cute in his own way. Longer blond hair, deep-green eyes, a fantastic body. I’m sure he’s someone’s dream guy. But I lean more toward brown hair and brown eyes. More or less, I just want Enzo. Sue me.
“So, what brings you out tonight? You actually have a night off from your ‘job’?” He adds air quotes around the word job.
“Fuck you. We’re nowhere near there right now. And you’re most definitely not paying me so don’t even fucking go there.” This fucking asshole. Who the hell does he think he is? I take another long pull of my beer. I’m going to have to slow down on these. I need to keep my wits about me.
“Whoa, I didn’t mean anything by it. Just asking a simple question is all.” I start blinking rapidly, trying to keep my eyes focused.
“I don’t work during the week, unless I get called in, not that it’s any of your motherfucking business.” Why the hell am I telling him any of this?
“You feeling okay, sweetheart?” Concern crosses his face. He reaches out to take the beer from my hand. “Do you want to go find your friends?”
I nod my head, or at least I think I’m nodding my head. He places my beer back down on the counter and grabs onto my upper arms again to help steady me. Jesus, did I really drink that much? It must be the shot of Jack catching up to me.
“Where do you think they are?” he asks me.
I try to talk, but I can’t seem to make my mouth follow the commands I’m sending it. He starts walking me in the direction of the front door. Once we make it outside, my feet decide they weigh a thousand pounds. My eyes are still a little blurry, but I can still keep focus as long as I don’t move too fast. Before I realize it, I’m being thrown into the backseat of what seems to be a big SUV.
“Now, sweetheart, this is how tonight is going to go. We’re going back to my place. We’re going to have some fun. And you’re going to enjoy every minute of it.” Now that he says that, I feel like my clit is buzzing with excitement. I start trying to squeeze my legs together to relieve some of the tension. “That’s my girl. You hang out here, and I’ll get us home and I’ll take good care of you, okay?”
“Ooohhhhhh,” I moan. I hear a door slam, then another, and then the car starts and we’re leaving the parking spot. I don’t think I can wait until we make it to his house. I need some relief now. All I can think about is this man’s hand on my body. That’s all I crave. Roughly, I pull my skirt up around my hips, then lie back on the bench seat. I snake my hand down and start rubbing myself through my panties.
“Ohh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you’re doing to me. I dream about your wet pussy every night. I know you’ve never gotten off during our times together, but that’s going to change tonight.” I see him looking at me in his rearview mirror. And I don’t even care that I’m putting on a show for him. All I care about is getting some relief.
I take my other hand and start caressing my breast, rolling my nipple through the fabric. Letting out a deep moan, I push my fingers in the side of my panties. I slide a slender finger through my lips, spreading my wetness.
I hear tires screeching and the SUV slams to a halt. My sexy guy is out of the front seat in record time, and then I’m out of the backseat and being led inside an apartment. It’s on the ground floor, so we don’t waste much time outside. Once the door slams shut behind him, I start ripping my clothes off like a wild animal.
He starts helping me by pushing me down onto the couch, and pulling each boot off. I struggle with the front of his belt buckle, finally getting it open and roughly pushing his pants and briefs down. Once I free his erection, I drop to my knees in front of the couch and eagerly take his dick in my mouth.
I’ve never much liked to suck dick. But God, I just want relief. He shoves his hands into my hair and grabs on tight before he starts fucking my face. He makes me g
ag with almost every thrust.
My fingers are digging into his ass, and I can feel it clenching with each thrust. Dropping one hand, I start to rub my clit again. When I moan around his dick, it causes him to groan and pull out.
“Baby, I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours.” He pushes me back on the cough again. He leaves my skirt on, but pulls my panties down each leg and then throws them over his shoulder. I glance at him and see him lick his lips before he drops his head, giving me one full sweep of his tongue. He sucks, licks, and fingers me until he has me writhing on the edge of orgasm. One final suck on my clit has me screaming out my ecstasy.
I fall limp on the couch, my whole body shaking from the aftereffects. I lick my lips and tell him, “I need something to drink.”
“Okay, baby. I’ll get you another beer.” He backs away from me and walks butt-ass naked to where I assume his kitchen is. I really don’t need another beer. But I don’t even care. I just need him in me. I need him to help rid me of this fucking need I have rolling through me.
A few minutes later and he’s back with my beer. He hands it to me and I take a couple drinks before handing it back to him.
“Are you ready for me now, baby?” I barely give him a nod before he’s spearing me with his cock. He furiously thrusts in and out of me. I can only hold onto the couch for leverage. His cock feels so huge and it makes that desperate need inside me only that much more demanding. A few minutes later, he pulls out, rolls me over, lines himself up, and shoves into my from behind.
I fucking love this position. It always feels the best, the guy hitting my cervix with each deep thrust. Makes me feel so hot. He continues to pound into me, making my ass jiggle with every slap of his pelvis into it. My world is on the edge of that mountain again; the orgasm that is building feels like an explosion when it goes off. My world goes black.
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