Opposites Attract

by Lacey Wolfe

  Randy’s eyelids began to feel heavy and he decided a nap would be good. Just as he was about to drift off, his cellphone rang. “Fuck!”

  He picked it up and saw it was a number he didn’t know. “Hello.”

  “I’m looking for a tow. My car has broken down about a block from your shop.”

  At least he didn’t have to travel far. “Okay. Can I get your name and a description of the vehicle I’m looking for?”

  “Sure, my name is Skylar and it’s a white Lexus.”

  He was beginning to hate white Lexuses. “All right, Skylar. Stay in your car, and I’ll be there in the next ten minutes to help you.”

  “Thank you. You won’t regret it.” She hung up.

  Regret it? What the hell was there to regret when it came to towing a car? Hopefully a serial killer hadn’t just called him.

  Chapter 11

  Randy pulled up behind the white car. He couldn’t see the woman inside yet. The whole drive over he’d had a weird feeling. He wasn’t sure what was going on, but something seemed off. But he was here anyway in the event that this woman really did need help.

  Leaving the engine on, he climbed out of his truck and started to walk toward the driver’s side door. It opened and the first thing he saw was a pair of long legs. He followed those sexy legs up to a tight jean miniskirt, and forced his focus further up until he met a familiar face. What was going on?

  “Francesca.”

  “We need to talk,” she said.

  “Couldn’t you have called?”

  She walked up to him and when he inhaled, he smelled that scent she wore that always drove him insane. Much like the woman in front of him.

  “I’m so sick and tired of fighting with you.” She yanked him by his shirt and pulled his face down toward hers. “Quit arguing with me all the damn time and let’s figure this out.”

  He gazed into her eyes and did his best to resist her, but he couldn’t. The need to taste her took over, and his mouth smashed into hers. He thrust his tongue in and couldn’t believe how much he had missed the way she tasted.

  Francesca’s grip tightened on his shirt before she broke the kiss and pushed him off. Damn this woman!

  “I need to know you can accept me for who I am. Yes, I like fancy things. And no, I can’t settle for being curled up with you on a couch every single Friday night. I can eat fast food, but at least once a month, I need to be taken out someplace where we are going to overpay for our food. And if we live paycheck to paycheck, I don’t care. Money doesn’t buy the type of happiness that I’m looking for. Only your love can give me what I want. I am stubborn, and I make mistakes all the time. I am vocal, and I’m going to speak my mind—a lot. But that’s who I am. And I’m not changing just so you will be with me. Take me as I am or don’t take me at all.”

  Randy smiled. “There isn’t a damn thing about you I want to change. You keep life interesting.”

  “I’ll take that as a compliment, Randy.” Francesca took a step closer to him.

  “That’s Randall to you.”

  Francesca threw her head back and laughed. He liked seeing her happy.

  “What about that tow?” he asked.

  She leaned up and kissed his neck and slowly moved toward his ear. Sucking on his lobe, she whispered, “Let’s come back later, right now we have a lot of making up to do.”

  “I like the sound of that. Promise to sit next to me in the truck.”

  “Only if you promise to touch me the whole ride.”

  He wrapped his arms around Francesca and carried her to his truck. Opening the door, he sat her down, wishing they weren’t on the side of the road, otherwise he would have feasted on her damn legs in that miniskirt all the way to her sweet center. Instead, she slid over as he climbed in.

  Once he was inside and back on the road, Francesca grabbed his hand and placed it high up her inner thigh. “I’m not wearing any panties,” she said.

  He knew just what she wanted and he was going to give it to her. “Spread them open.”

  She did. He slowed the truck down but made sure to hit each and every bump he could. His hand found its way to her pussy. She was wet. Taking no time, he let his thumb roll over her clit and then thrust two fingers into her opening.

  She laid her head back and let out moans of delight. Her breathing was quick. His parking lot was ahead and he knew the bumps of the unpaved road just might bring her over the edge. Thrusting in and out of her faster, he managed to make the left turn with one hand on the wheel and then with a thud, the truck jerked as he slowly crawled down the gravel road.

  “Oh God,” she called out.

  “Come for me.”

  He pressed her clit a little more and she cried out. Her hips grinded into his hand. He did the best he could to get the truck up to his house. He needed to get inside of her.

  Once she finished riding out her climax, he removed his hand and gazed at her. She stared back with nothing but pure passion in her eyes.

  “Are we alone now?” she asked.

  He nodded.

  Her hands began to fumble with his pants.

  “Wait, let’s get inside.”

  “No, I want you in my mouth, right here. Just like old times.” She winked.

  Lifting up, he let her wiggle his pants down. She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him up and down in a slow rhythm. “You’re bigger than I remember.” She licked her lips. “I bet you taste better than my memory reminds me.”

  It was torture. He couldn’t wait to feel her warm mouth on him. “Please, take me. I can’t hold out much longer.”

  She smiled. “Impatient. Trust me, I can’t wait to run my tongue up and down your long length and swirl my tongue around the tip and taste that first drip of cum.”

  She was trying to kill him. He had no doubt. He was going to explode just listening to her talk.

  “How badly do you want me to suck?”

  “Bad.” He was so close to the edge he could barely think or form a sentence.

  “Good, ’cause I don’t think I could hold off putting you in my mouth much longer.”

  Francesca leaned over from the middle seat, and with her hand, guided his dick into her mouth. Randy groaned immediately. She sucked in the tip and let it pop out of her mouth, rubbing it along her lips, before taking it in again and letting her lips travel down his base as far as she could. Her soft tongue then slide up and down the backside of his shaft.

  She brought her mouth back up his shaft and licked the head thoroughly before taking him farther into her mouth. This time he could feel the back of her throat. She moaned in pleasure. He gripped her head and steadied her in place.

  “I’m going to come. If you don’t want it in your mouth, you better pull away now.”

  She didn’t. She made sounds of pleasure as she began to move up and down his shaft in a faster rhythm. He couldn’t hold out any longer. He lifted his hips up and felt his seed release. Francesca moaned in delight, and he could feel her swallow each burst that shot out. He rested his head on the head rest and did his best to catch his breath.

  She sat up, wiped her mouth, and then reached for his keys, turning the truck off. “We’re not done.”

  “No, we aren’t.”

  * * * *

  Francesca stood in Randy’s living room as he went to get them some water. She looked around, feeling once again as though she was just where she was supposed to be. This house was one she could envision herself in. She could already see the place decorated for Christmas. Their stockings on the fireplace. Maybe she was getting a bit ahead of herself, but this time she knew it would work out.

  Randy came around the corner and handed her a bottle. He’d already opened it for her. She took a long sip and then set the bottle down on a nearby table.

  “I want to make one thing clear,” she said. “This isn’t a game. If we’re going to do this, then we’re doing it. Got it?”

  “Honey, I’ve tried my hardest to get you out of my syst
em, but I couldn’t do it. This is happening. And everything that comes with it.”

  “Everything?”

  He nodded. She didn’t say anything. Surely they weren’t talk about the same thing.

  Randy took her hand. “You drive me insane.”

  “Hey.”

  He put his hand up to stop her from going any further. “For once, don’t argue. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. There will never be a dull moment. I want to wake up with you every morning and go to bed with you each night. As much as we fight, I know the making up will always be ten times better. Francesca, will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

  She covered her mouth. She couldn’t believe it. It wasn’t the big, grand proposal she always envisioned she’d get, but it was perfect. She jumped into his arms. “Yes.”

  “Can you be happy with me?” he asked.

  “I’ll be miserable if I don’t have you. I don’t want anything else in life but you.”

  “There’s something I need to tell you.”

  She cocked her head to the side and lifted an eyebrow. He took her hand and led her toward the couch. Sitting down, she stared at him, wondering what he had to tell her.

  “I hope you don’t get mad,” he said.

  “I don’t like where this is going.”

  “I’m rich.”

  Crossing her arms, she snapped, “Don’t start this talk again. Why is this always about money with you? I told you, I love you. I don’t care about money. Yet, you just can’t let it go.”

  He chuckled and then knelt down, kissing her on the cheek. “Francesca, honey, I have money and a lot of it. I’m not joking.”

  “What? Are you serious?”

  “Yes.”

  Tears formed in her eyes and she didn’t know what kind of sick joke he was playing. Asking her to marry him and then this money talk. She pushed her way past him and wished her car was there now. She would have walked out. But she was stuck. She walked instead to his bedroom and paced his room.

  He followed her. “Is it so hard for you to believe that someone like me has money?”

  “No. But all we have done is fight, and you’ve called me a gold digger. If you really have money, why did you hide it?”

  “I don’t tell people. And I guess I wanted to make sure you wanted me for me.”

  “Take me home.”

  “Why?”

  “I’m so mad right now, that’s why. I don’t know if I’m angry at you or me. I keep wondering if this is a joke or if you think I am the joke.”

  He grabbed her and pressed her against the wall. “If we’re going to get married, there is no running. We have to work this out. I know I hid this from you. And I know you’re mad about it. I said a lot of things I regret, and I think you did as well. But there was no way I could not tell you that I had money. We’re getting married, and we have to be honest with one another. I know you love me for me. And I love you for you. If it makes you feel better, I’ll write a big check and donate all my money to some charity.”

  “You’d do that?” she asked.

  He smiled. “Hell no. But if it makes you feel better, I’d say yes.”

  “Let’s get one thing straight right now. I’m not marrying you for your money. If you ever say I did, I will write that damn check and get rid of it. Got it?”

  He leaned forward and pressed his mouth to her neck. “Got it.”

  “Now make love to me,” she demanded.

  Randy trailed his lips from her neck down to her breasts. She didn’t want this to be slow. Reaching down, she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it across the room. She then unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor.

  “I’m moving in soon and redecorating.” She cupped her breasts as his mouth latched on to a nipple.

  “I don’t care what the fuck you do. Just as long as you always wear this perfume and you’re in our bed every night.”

  He sucked in deeply and she moaned. Releasing one of her breasts, she worked her skirt down. Randy took a step back and looked at her standing there fully naked for him. “I’m way over dressed.”

  She watched as he got his clothes off as swiftly as he could. He then picked her up and pressed her against the wall. She wrapped her arms around his waist. His cock was hard and pressing into her pussy.

  “I forgot the protection. We might need to take a quick time-out.” He nibbled on her neck.

  “It’s okay, I’m on the pill.” She captured his lips and thrust her tongue in. The kiss was intense and needy. As he forced his tongue deeper into her mouth, his cock drove into her. She jerked and cried out as he filled her. Her head rested on the wall behind her and he sucked on her collarbone.

  Tightly she held on as he thrust deeply into her. Her arms gripped his neck, and she did her best to keep up with the rhythm. Her climax was building fast, and as much as she tried to hold it off, she couldn’t any longer.

  “Come with me, please,” she cried out. “Now, please, now.”

  “Come, baby.”

  It hit her. Waves of pleasure shot through her body. She called out his name as she rode out the climax. Every nerve in her body stood on edge and she could feel Randall having his own orgasm. His grip was tight on her waist and he screamed out her name along with a few curse words as he pumped into her before firmly pressing her against the wall, using her as support to hold himself up.

  “That was amazing,” she whispered.

  “Only because it was you and I together.”

  She giggled. “Let’s lay down.”

  After he seemed to finally catch his breath, he took her hand and led her to the bed. She pulled the covers back and climbed in. He wrapped his arms around her, spooning her. It was perfect.

  “I have a question,” she said.

  “You better ask fast. I’m about to sleep so I can re-energize.”

  “I still need a date for my brother’s wedding. How about it?”

  “I’d better be your date.”

  She smiled and nuzzled her head against the fluffy pillow, letting sleep take her away.

  Epilogue

  “You may now kiss the bride,” the preacher said.

  Francesca smiled as she watched Adam and Amy embrace. Her brother, Mr. Commitment Issues, was married.

  Skylar reached out and wrapped her arm around Francesca. “Isn’t this great? They’re going to be so happy.”

  Placing her arms around Skylar, she said, “They are going to have a wonderful life.”

  “We all are,” Skylar replied.

  “I’m just glad they’re hitched, I’ve got to pee,” Jane said from behind them.

  They laughed.

  “Only a few more weeks to go,” Francesca reminded her. “You’ll make it.”

  Standing back, they watched as Amy and Adam walked down the aisle to leave the church. It didn’t take long for Ben, Drew, and Randy to make their way to them. She greeted Randy with a kiss on the cheek. Francesca couldn’t wait for their big day.

  Ben held Jane’s hand as he helped her down the steps leading to the reception area. Drew whispered something into Skylar’s ear. She giggled and then, with their arms wrapped around one another, they headed toward the doorway.

  “You looked beautiful up there. I can’t wait until you’re the one in the white dress.”

  “Me either. If only I could narrow it down to one.”

  “Get two.”

  “You’re insane. No, when I find the right one, I’ll know.”

  “Well, hurry up so we can get hitched.”

  “Patience. We have our whole lives together. Now come on, let’s go get some champagne and eat. I’m starving.”

  Randy took her hand and they made their way to the reception. When she walked into the room, Francesca smiled. She’d decorated it and it looked better than she imagined it would. She made notes to herself what she had to have at her own reception.

  The reception went well. They all danced their hearts out, and Francesca had a good
buzz going on. Her feet ached from her heels that she’d ditched some time ago under one of the tables. Her family was there for Adam’s wedding and they couldn’t wait until it was time for hers.

  As the evening came to an end, Francesca found the other girls all huddled together.

  “Hey, are we exchanging secrets?” she asked as she approached.

  Amy grinned. “We are.”

  “I hope you’re planning on sharing them with me as well.”

  Jane nudged Skylar.

  “Drew and I are expecting our first child.”

  “Really? Congratulations. I’m so happy for you two.” Francesca leaned over and hugged Skylar.

  “That’s not all,” Amy said with a mischievous smile on her face. “I’m pregnant too.”

  “I’m going to be an aunt!” Francesca clapped her hands together.

  Amy nodded.

  “Wow, that’s great. I’m really happy for all of you.”

  Jane wrapped an arm around Francesca’s shoulders. “You’re next.”

  “Oh no, not yet. Remind me not to drink the water.” Francesca laughed. However, the thought of having a mini Randy around wasn’t so bad. One day, but for now she was happy just to have a man who loved her and three friends she could lean on.

  About Lacey Wolfe

  Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.

  Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.