by Maddie Wade
Locking his hand with mine, we start walking, I glance over at him through the corner of my eye. I look around the park to see if I can see Taylor. “She’s over there.” Jackson points to them.
“I’m just going to get a beer,” I tell him, and he looks at me for a moment. “I won’t be long, I promise she doesn’t bite,” I say giving him a smile. I walk over to the stall, as Jackson walks over to Taylor and Corey, I smile to myself and take out my phone.
Ashley: Thought I would see what you’re up today. I’m on my date with that guy I was telling you about.
Putting my phone in my pocket, I look up at Jackson on his phone. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I wait until I reach the group before I look at it. I curl my hand in Jacksons and smile. Taylor jumps on Corey’s back and starts kissing his neck, she loves her PDA. “How long you guys staying?” I ask them.
“Not long, you?” Taylor asks.
I shake my head. “I’ve just got an email, someone wants to pick up something from the shop tomorrow afternoon, so now I have to start making them,” I tell them. If I leave for no reason Jackson’s going to know he’s messed up, and I think I want to play this for a little bit.
“You want me to drop you off?” Jackson asks.
“Well I hope so, you brought me,” I reply laughing at him. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder he pulls me in closer to him. “If you're okay with going now, we can leave,” I say, looking up at him.
“Sure,” he answers. I give Taylor a hug and start walking with Jackson back to his car. Pulling my phone out I read the message.
Sexy Singer: How is the date going? Are you thinking about me yet?
I can’t help but smile.
Ashley: I’m texting you. That should give you an idea of how my date is going!
I watch Jackson place his hand on his jeans pocket, before pulling his phone out. I need to get to the shop before I start laughing and give away what I’m doing. My phone vibrates, but I ignore it.
“Did you have a good time?” I ask him as we walk through the streets.
“Yes, did you?” he asks.
I look over to the other side as I hear a group of girls laughing about something. “I love coming to music festivals, so I always enjoy myself.” I stop and turn to him, let the game begin I think to myself. “But it was nicer with you,” I say. I’m not lying to him, I really did enjoy myself with him. He’s is funny and sweet and easy to be around; his touch makes my skin sizzle in all the right places.
“I had a great time with you, too. So am I pushing it with a second date, like at a restaurant?” he asks, taking a quick look at me and giving me the cheekiest grin with his dimple showing.
“I would love too,” I answer and take my phone out to see what he had texted back to me.
Sexy Singer: Why? Is it not going well?
Putting my phone away as we stop outside the shop. “I can drop you off at home if you want?” Jackson says turning to me.
“You have. I live in the apartment above the shop.” I point to the top of the shop. “Plus I do have to get started on the order for the morning.” Walking over to his car, I lean back on it, as Jackson stands in front of me.
Taking a step closer to me, his places his hands on my waist. “So how about dinner tomorrow night?” he asks. As he brings his lips closer to me, I feel his hot breath tickling my lips.
“I have something on tomorrow, but I’m free the day after,” I whisper as he moves his lips closer to me. It’s taking all my willpower not to wrap my legs around him and let him take me up to my room, because God, he’s smoking hot.
“It’s a date.” Pushing his lips into mine, my hands move around his neck as I open up for him, he bucks his body against mine, and an involuntary moan leaves my lips.
He pulls back. “Have a nice evening, Ashley,” he says taking a step back from me.
Walking to the shop, trying very hard not to fall on my wobbly legs, I turn as I hear the car pull away from the side. Jackson is one hot kisser, one hot guy, and I’m going to make him sweat, and I don’t mean in the bedroom either. I touch my lips that still tingle from his kiss. I make it to my flat and check my phone. I text back quickly a grin on my face. This is so much fun.
Ashley: I don’t know, I still think he’s gay. You should have seen him get a henna tattoo I mean if that was the real thing he would have fainted, and then I sit on the grass and he looked at me like I was crazy. What straight guy cares if his jeans get a little grass stain on them?
To be honest I thought it was so sweet he was willing to get a henna tattoo just because I asked him too, and the jeans thing really didn’t bother me. I thought it was funny, but I know me saying these things will have him panicking.
Opening a bottle of wine, I pour a glass. Grabbing my wine, I head for the shower. I need to wash the festival smell off me, and to be honest I need a cold shower after that kiss with Jackson.
*~*~*
Lying in bed, I keep wondering why neither Jackson or Sexy Singer have sent a message back and I’m wondering what is going through Jackson’s head right now. Just then my phone beeps making my heart jump.
Sexy Singer: Sorry I had something come up. I bet it wasn’t that bad??!!
Ashley: Really? And then he took his top off, thinking it would impress me. Really?
Sexy Singer: Weren’t you impressed? Tell me why, so I can get ready for when we meet up;)
I can’t help but smile, what’s he going to do in that small amount of time? What can I tell him to do? My fingers move over my phone wondering what to say to him.
Ashley: I don’t know, do you have any tattoos? I think they are so sexy on guys.
I see the dots appear then vanish, and I can’t help but laugh when I think of something.
Ashley: How is your evening? Just wanted to say I had a great time today.
I send a text to Jackson’s number, just to confuse him a little bit more.
Jackson: I had a great time too, have you finished your work?
Ashley: I have, chilling in bed now.
Jackson: Well if you get lonely you can always call me;)
Ashley: If I get lonely I will :)
I put my phone on the bedside table and look through the order book to see if I do have any orders for tomorrow. I’m normally really good and have everything ready at least a day ahead, but sometimes we will get a last-minute customer and Taylor forgets to let me know. It’s a good job I check every night before I go to bed.
Sexy Singer: I don’t have tattoos, is that really a bad thing?
Ashley: Well no, but I think they make a man look very hot, and it turns me on.
I smile putting my phone back down. This is more fun than I thought it would be, but how long should I let it carry on for? I mean I’m not sure how long I can physically keep away from him, and the way he was today I don’t think he can either.
Sexy Singer: Well, maybe I’ll have to show you other ways to get turned on.
Ashley: Well, I have to say you do sound very confident about it.
Sexy Singer: So, does this mean I’m not fighting another man for you?
I think before I reply. This is it, he’s asking me what my feeling are towards Jackson.
Ashley: You’re not fighting anyone.
There is a part of me that is feeling so bad about this, but I have to teach him a lesson not to mess with fire. I look at my phone waiting for a reply, but nothing.
He must really be wondering what the hell he did wrong. He won’t be able to sleep tonight re-playing the whole day in his head.
*~*~*
The next morning, I told Taylor what was happening, and I knew she would see the funny side of it. She wasn’t happy about what he’d done but loves the idea of playing with his head a little before I come clean about it.
“I think you should text Jackson and tell him you thought about him last night, then text his alter ego that you think you should meet because you can’t stop thinking about him,” Taylor says as her s
mile gets bigger. I knew she would be like this. She has an evil streak.
I text them both, then start setting up the shop. I didn’t have any orders to get ready for anyone, so I just ended up making my normal treats for the shop. There are days that I like it like this, it gives me time to be in front of the shop and talk to the customers, see their faces as they look around at everything.
Jackson: Happy to hear, I was thinking about you last night too :)
I wait a moment to see if Sexy Singer sends anything back before I reply to Jackson. He knows I’m at work and won’t expect a text straight away.
It’s afternoon before Sexy Singer replies.
Sexy Singer: I would love to meet, but I’m going to out of town this week for work. Sorry.
I tell Taylor what they have both said, and I can’t stop laughing at Taylor’s reply. This is where we are going to make him sweat. “Don’t text Jackson until tonight, tell him work was really busy, but text his alter ego throughout the day,” she says and even I can’t stop laughing at this.
After this I don’t think Jackson will mess with me again, but at least I know I’m always going to have fun with him.
Chapter 9
Jackson
Sunday morning I wake up with the headache from hell. I’ve hardly slept for two days and I think I just might be going fucking crazy. Trying to keep things straight in my head is a nightmare. What possessed me to start this in the first place is anyone’s guess.
Then I think back to Friday night. I had the best time, everything was going brilliantly. Then the fucking henna tattoo incident happened. I was a dick to even attempt it. My deep fear of needles goes back to when I was a little boy and my rational mind knows it won’t hurt that bad but that doesn’t stop my irrational mind fucking me every time.
I check my phone as I roll to my side, it’s silent with no messages from Tinkerbell. I was so close to screwing that up too but saved it just in time. It’s her own fault she re-wires my brain with one look. I go from a cool sophisticated guy of the world to blathering idiot around her.
I mean, what was that shit about not wanting to sit on the grass? I play tea-parties with Maisy on the grass all the time, fuck I take her for ‘pony’ rides on my back and crawl around the grass on my knees, but the moment Tinkerbell asked me to sit, I’m worried about my jeans?
Yet when I’m texting her as my alter ego I’m slick and cool.
I kind of want to punch myself in the dick right now, talking of my poor manhood, he has been so abused this weekend thinking about Tinkerbell, that I practically have callouses on my hand.
I chuck the phone on the bed and grab a shower, I need to get a fresh mind before I even attempt focusing on my day.
I have a day in the office today which I’m happy about, the job I did last night was a complete disaster and I need to write it up. The girl lost her shit when I dumped her and despite my attempts to calm her down, she screamed like a banshee and then slapped me, and I’ll say that it did sting. It isn’t the first time I’ve been slapped but she definitely handled it the worst. I actually felt sorry for her ex and could definitely see why he hired me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he finds a dead bunny in a pot on his stove when he gets home. I think back through everything and it was nothing I did, she was just a little highly strung I think. I rub my jaw, she had a mean right arm though.
I’m also going to try and figure out what the hell is going on with Tinkerbell. She is telling me she had a nice time but the other me that I’m a bit of a dick who embarrassed himself and tried to flash my muscles.
Is she playing me? Is this girl someone who likes to play games and play two guys off against each other? I didn’t think she was but now I ain’t so sure. How is it messing around if it’s both with you knob head? my brain says. And you fucking started it. All true and that makes it worse.
Maybe I should get a tattoo I think as I head into my silent office. I love working on Sunday’s as it is so quiet, and I get so much more done. Not today though. Oh no. Today I waste the whole day on the internet looking up tattoos, then hypnotherapy for phobias.
The more I look at these tattoos the more I like the idea of getting one, but the thought of the needles makes me break out in a sweat. I close the laptop and think to myself, I am going crazy, thinking about scaring my body for the rest of my life for a girl, that I haven’t even slept with, or had more than one date with. I am losing the plot. Around two o’clock I decide to text Tinkerbell.
Jackson: What do you like to eat?
Tinkerbell: I’ll eat anything really, but Italian is my favourite.
Finally, something playing in my favour.
Jackson: Italian is my favourite too. Shall I pick you up at 8pm?
Tinkerbell: Sounds good. Is it dress up or casual?
Jackson: You look stunning whatever you wear so wear whatever makes you happy.
That’s more like it, I’m getting my groove back now.
Tinkerbell: Smooth talker, I like it! :) See you at 8pm.
Oh yeah, you’re gonna see smooth baby, I’ll be so fucking smooth your clothes will slide off your body. I feel good now, maybe I haven’t messed this up. I work for another two hours and then just before I close the computer I decide on a whim to print off the image of the tattoo I liked. Not that I’ll ever get it done. I fold it up and slip it into my back pocket.
*~*~*
I get home and decide to go for a quick run before tonight. It might help burn off some of the sexual energy that seems to be steamrolling through my body constantly since I met Tinkerbell. I smile at the thought of her, she is… I don’t know what she is, she is just perfect, and the thought makes me wonder what the hell is happening to me. I don’t do relationships and yet I find myself wanting to claim her as mine. To take her to meet my mum and see her spending time with my family.
I grab my phone just as I am about to plug my earbuds in for my run and shoot a quick text to Tinkerbell as my alter ego. I want to see where her head is at.
Jackson: Do your legs hurt from running through my dreams all night?
I watch the little dots bounce as she types, and my heart kicks up a gear.
Tinkerbell: HAHA has that line ever worked for you?
Jackson: No, I look like Matt Bomer remember, so I don’t need lines.
Tinkerbell: Stop teasing and let me meet you then? Or at least send me a picture.
This is getting trickier and trickier. Part of me wants to be pissed but we have made no promises to each other. I think for a sec then take a quick picture of the abdominal V that runs from my hips down. I once heard it called the thing that makes women’s underwear fall off. I laughed at the time but at this point I am willing to try anything. I send the pic and wait. Immediately the dots start.
Tinkerbell: I think my clothes just melted off;)
I laugh and grin.
Jackson: Better than a tattoo?
Tinkerbell: Maybe, I’d have to take a closer look;)
Now she wants my body—that’s a start, even if she doesn’t know it’s me. I check my watch and realise time is ticking.
Jackson: I need to work, talk later.
Tinkerbell: Tease. Now my date later will be ruined.
What the fuck does that mean?
Jackson: What does that mean?
Tinkerbell: I’m going on another date with Mr I Might Be Gay? He is taking me to a boring restaurant, where he will probably order risotto because it’s safer than Spaghetti Bolognaise and now I’ll be thinking about your sexy V thing.
Boring! Fucking boring! I pace the living room. She said she loved Italian! And what is wrong with risotto? I like risotto. Shoving my hand through my hair I read the text again. And what the fuck do I have to do to convince her I’m not fucking gay apart from pounding my cock into her until she screams my name. Yeah that sounds like a good plan. I’ll show her fucking boring. This will be a date she never forgets.
I text her back.
Jackson: Maybe he will surprise
you. It’s the quiet ones you have to watch, or maybe he isn’t that into you?
Ha! Take that Tink.
I wait and watch the dots appear and then disappear, she has no idea what to say. I toss the phone and shove my earbuds in a little too roughly. I need to burn off some of this frustration or I’ll end up just dragging her to the bathroom and fucking her until she screams my name as she comes.
*~*~*
I arrive at Tinkerbell’s house just before eight. I have forgone flowers and bought her a mug.
I wonder now if it’s too much. Oh well, go big or go home as my mum says. I press the intercom and she quickly responds. “Hi Jackson, I’ll be right down,” she says, and I wait by the door like a stalker.
She’s true to her word and a few moments later the door opens. Once again she knocks me off my feet with her sheer beauty. I rein in my lust and hammering heart leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“You look absolutely stunning,” I say. The little black dress is fitted to her heavenly body and the short length shows off her gorgeous toned legs. The heels are strappy and dainty, and those fuckers are definitely staying on if I get to fuck her later.
“Thanks,” she murmurs and dips her head.
I thrust out my hand with my gift. “Here I bought you this.” She frowns and takes it and I watch as she opens it.
She reads it and her face splits into a big grin. “Real men have scars not tattoos.” She looks me up and down slowly and then leans in and I’m surrounded by her scent, it fogs my brain and my dick jumps up and down in excitement. “So, where are your scars, Jackson?” she whispers.
I grab her hips and pull her towards me so that she feels what she is doing to me.
“On my heart baby. A sexy woman I can’t stop thinking about thought I was gay and I’m scarred from it.”
She cracks up laughing as I hoped she would. She steps back, and I let her go. “It’s your pride that’s scarred not your heart sweet cheeks.”
