by Sassie Lewis
“What I wouldn’t give to have a woman like her.”
Okay, so the conversation was a little weird. I’d never thought I’d have to fend a woman off my girl. My face must’ve given away my thoughts.
“Oh, don’t worry, tiger. She’s safe and by the little show she just put on, so are you.”
“Huh?”
“You were about two minutes away from being mauled by the skinny kid at the end of the bar.”
Her long, painted nail flicked past my face, pointing out the kid in question. When I looked at him, a full body shiver went through me as the skinny kid blew me a freakin’ kiss.
I had no problems with what someone else did behind closed doors, but fuck, I didn’t like being looked at like I was a piece of candy by another dude.
Green Eyes’ tinkling laugh brought my attention back to her.
“Your first time here?”
“Something like that.”
“Stop worrying; most of the people here are cool. I’m Tina, by the way.” Her handshake was warm and strong.
“Sin.”
“Well, Sin, if you ever want to share the delicious Georgia, give me a call.”
Tina stood, pulling a card from her cleavage and putting it on the bar before me. Looking down, the black card blended into the red lacquered bar top, the stark gold lettering seeming to glow from its surface.
“I don’t share. Georgia’s mine.”
“Figured, but no harm in trying. Have a good night, Sin.”
For the next ten minutes, I watched Georgia while she chatted with the clients as she poured them drinks. She was the type of person people wanted to talk to. Every time she smiled at someone, they naturally smiled back.
“Hey, babe.” I blinked before realizing she was talking to me. Georgia hadn’t called me anything but Sin or Cynfor before. My heart did weird shit in my chest again at the small sign of something, a notation she was making me hers by calling me babe.
“You on break now?”
“Yeah, come on. We can go talk in Charlie’s office.”
Taking my hand, she led me through the gyrating dancers to an obscure door, hidden in the back corner of the club. The portal closing behind us had the same effect as putting earmuffs on. I could still hear the music and feel the bass, but it was hollow-sounding.
“Gosh, it’s busy tonight. You want a water?”
Walking further into the hallway, she entered another door which must’ve been Charlie’s office. However, I wasn’t paying attention to the furniture as she bent over to get the water from the little fridge.
My vision was trained on her ass; the dark denim of her already low-fitted jeans rode even lower. The word ‘Throttle’ caught my eye; she was wearing my brand. If she’d let me, I’d have that very word tattooed somewhere on her beautiful body.
“Don’t even think about it, Cynfor. We don’t have that much time.”
“I’m pretty sure we could be done before you had to be back out there.” I was dead serious; after the kiss she’d given me and her calling me ‘babe’, I was on edge.
Straightening, she leaned back against the fridge and opened the bottle of water, taking a large mouthful. The whole time her hungry eyes watched me, the desire within her unquestionably clear in her look. Licking her lips, Georgia put the bottle down on the desk and walked toward me.
Although music from the club could barely be heard, it was like her hips swung and shimmied to a song only she could hear. With every step she took, my heart increased in speed. Fuck, she was beautiful and mine.
Snapping my arms forward, I dragged her flush against my aching cock. I went to put my mouth on hers and kiss her, needing, wanting her taste in my mouth. She dodged my move and her soft lips connected with the base of my throat, a place she had discovered got me hot. Georgia’s small teeth nipped at my skin before pulling some into her mouth.
Her hands ran down the planes of my stomach before finding the waist of my jeans. Loosening the belt, she tackled the buttons and zipper, warm fingers then reaching inside my boxers where the head of my cock was already peeking out. The tip of her finger swiped away the bead of pre-cum which had leaked from the slit.
Taking a step back, one hand still caressing my exposed flesh, I watched in awe as she brought the other to her mouth and sucked the drop of cum from her finger. The groan which came from me was one of need. We’d been making love every night, and I had tasted her creamy pussy at every opportunity, but she had yet to return the favor. Not that eating her pussy was a chore; I loved having her scent fill my nose as her taste filled my mouth. But being a guy meant I wasn’t opposed to have my dick sucked.
“Lean back.”
There was a commanding tone in her voice I’d never heard before. I had a feeling I knew where she was going, so I pulled my dominant nature back and let her take the lead.
Spreading my legs, I leaned my shoulders into the door as Georgia continued to just watch me with hunger in her eyes.
“The show’s all yours, darlin’.”
She seemed to hesitate for a minute before lowering herself to a kneeling position. Her head was level with my throbbing dick, still half-trapped behind my boxers.
Pushing my pants just past my hips, she moved in closer and used her tongue to trace the tattoo which ran from one hip across my lower abdomen to meet with the other hip. Her warm breath was fanning the head of my cock as her chin brushed over the sensitive slit.
If she didn’t hurry up, I was going to come before she even took me into her mouth. Her hand moved over me like a caress, each movement bringing to life more nerve endings.
Pushing my boxer briefs out of the way, she used just the tip of her tongue to swipe the weeping head. My breathing was heavy, a sheen of sweat coating my face as my hands trembled from the strain of keeping them out of her hair and pulling her closer.
“Gia, you’re killing me.”
“I hope not.” I could hear the smile in her voice as the words puffed over my shaft.
With those words, the moist cavern of her mouth encompassed my cock.
I could tell she wasn’t a pro at giving head, but the slight scraping of her teeth over the sensitive skin on the underside had my balls drawing tight and a steady stream of pre-cum dripping from my dick.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. My hands sorted out the long length of her ponytail, wrapped it around my fingers, and my hips rocked in rhythm to her sucking. When I pushed inside her mouth a little too far, she didn’t pull off; she simply put her hand around the base of my cock and added a twisting motion.
“Fuck, darlin’! Gia, I’m gonna come.”
Her motions doubled, and the combination of her wet mouth, sharp teeth and the twisting of her hand had my knees shaking as I bellowed Ti Amo at her. Georgia’s eyes locked with mine, her throat working to take my cum.
My heart raced like a Motocross bike. Georgia let my cock slip from her mouth; my whole body shuddered as she licked it then her lips clean.
“I’ll take it I did that right?”
She had to be fucking kidding. My breath was seesawing from my lungs and my whole body was trembling from the pleasure she’d just given me. Using the last of my strength, I lifted her from the ground and kissed her, my own taste mixed with hers. Something in the back of my mind thought tasting my own cum should disgust me, but the Neanderthal who had taken over since Georgia had entered my life was thumping his club while dancing around the fire, chanting that his woman tasted like him.
“I gotta get back to work.”
“I told—”
Soft swollen lips pushed back against mine. Oh, I’d noticed she’d stolen my way of shutting her up and turned it back on me.
Chapter 9
The music of the club beat against my skin. I wanted to take Georgia home and give her all of me. I knew why the Neanderthal was constantly telling me she was mine. I’d done something I’d never thought I was capable of: I’d fallen in love with her. I’d only said the words in t
he heat of passion but the fact was, since the night we’d had dinner with my parents, I’d said it every time I was inside her. The question was did she feel the same about me? I didn’t care; I wasn’t letting her go.
Georgia tugged on my arm as we got closer to the bar. “What’s wrong, babe?”
She must’ve sensed my conflicting thoughts. I smoothed the lip she was biting with my fingers then cupped her cheek with my palm.
“Nothing, darlin’, just want to get you home.”
Her face beamed with what I hoped was love when she smiled at me. The woman undid me, and every time she smiled at me, she made me drown a little more, need her a little more. As I went to kiss her, not yet ready to share my feelings, something stopped me, every muscle in my body seizing in place.
My head whipped around to look directly at what I’d seen from the corner of my eye. The couple dancing on the edge of the dance floor looked like everyone else in the club; they shouldn’t have stood out. But there was something about them which had my senses on alert and my instincts kicking in.
“Babe, what is it? Wha…Oh, shit.”
Swinging my head from the couple on the dance floor I turned to Georgia; a look of panic had replaced the radiant smile which had graced it seconds before.
“You knew about this?” I couldn’t stop myself from screaming the question at her.
“Babe—”
“Don’t fucking ‘babe’ me. Did you know about this? Fuck, of course you did; it’s how he knows you, isn’t it?” Tears were running down her face but she didn’t answer me. “Isn’t it?”
“Cynfor, it wasn’t—”
“Fuck me.”
I can’t believe this shit. Can’t believe Georgia wouldn’t tell me. I was fuming. I thought we had something. I thought we were going to start a life together, and yet she’d kept something like that from me.
“Cynfor, you need to calm do—”
“Don’t you fucking dare tell me to calm down! Who the fuck do you think you are?”
With every word I spoke, she cringed away from me as small sobs accompanied the tears. I didn’t care; I couldn’t. Why didn’t one of them tell me? When a hand landed on my shoulder, it was only quick reflexes of the other person which stopped my fist from connecting with the face beside me.
“Dad, what are you doing here?”
Unfucking believable. He was asking me that.
“How about you answer the same question, Tyson?”
“Well—”
“You know what, don’t worry about it. Either of you.”
I heard Georgia’s sobs and Tyson calling my name as I stormed from the club. Charlie went to stop me, but seeing the look which must have been on my face, he stepped outta the way.
“Sin, man—” His feminine voice was once again absent, but I wasn’t hanging around to hear any more shit.
“Drive Georgia home.”
With those words, I left Georgia and Tyson behind me. My mind in turmoil. I couldn’t understand why neither one of them had told me. I felt betrayed.
* * * *
My head pounded through the fog of alcohol. I heard the phone ringing for what must have been the hundredth time that day; I hadn’t spoken to anyone but Max since finding out Tyson was into dicks instead of chicks. I’d taken off, hopped on the back of Candy and driven out west.
For two weeks, I had tried to drink the betrayal from my mind.
Since walking back into my house the night before, the phone hadn’t stopped, but I refused to answer it. After checking in with Max to let him know I was back in town, I’d gotten shit-faced again. I hadn’t planned on drinking until Max told me Georgia had come by the shop and dropped some money off. I should have been glad I wasn’t there at the time, but the mere mention of her name had a pain I couldn’t name filling me. So I’d headed back out, bought two bottles of Jimmy and drowned my sorrows.
The sun was low in the sky when the sound of someone moving around the house woke me. The dull throb in my head told me I’d slept long enough to have a hangover and not still be three sheets to the wind.
The smell of coffee filled the air, dragging me from bed. I didn’t want to talk to my mom about what was going on, but it looked like she wasn’t going to give me a choice. Grabbing a pair of jeans off the dirty pile, I made my way to the kitchen.
“Didn’t think you were ever going to get up.”
“What are you doing here, Tyson?”
A cup of black coffee was placed in front of me. The liquid scalding my mouth as I swallowed down half of it, the caffeinated goodness kick started the still-sleeping part of my brain.
Tyson never once looked away from me, but I didn’t know what to say to him. I was still pissed, still hurt he hadn’t told me. But I needed the biggest question running through my mind answered. Why? Why had he kept it from me? I thought we had a great relationship. I might’ve been a fuck-up, but where Tyson was concerned I thought I’d always done everything I could to have a relationship where he could talk to me about anything.
While my mind was wandering, I heard Tyson speak.
“What?”
“I asked what’s going on with you and Georgia?”
Something inside me whined like a kicked puppy at the mentioning of her name, but I wasn’t giving in to it, the need to find her and drag her back home. For the first two nights after riding off, I’d tried to fuck her from my mind. I’d gotten as far as a back alley of some club. The redhead had been gorgeous but as her long, painted nails scraped over my balls, for the first time in my life my dick, which had been as hard as steel, wilted like a deflated balloon.
The second attempt, I’d managed to get as far as the motel room. The girl had looked very similar to Georgia, and lining my cock up I’d been ready to dive in, until her blue eyes peeked up at me. The Neanderthal inside me had recoiled in disgust, taking my hard-on with him.
After that, I’d concentrated on drinking her from my memories instead.
“There’s nothing going on. She broke my one rule in life: she lied to me. Actually, so did you.”
“Do you think it was easy for me? Christ, Dad, you’re the epitome of male. Look at you: covered in tats, building bikes for a living, and you constantly have women throwing themselves at you.”
He stopped and just looked at me. I didn’t know what he expected me to say or if he wanted me to say anything at all, so I stared right back.
“I didn’t know what to say to you, Dad.”
“How about, ‘morning, Dad, just wanted to give you a heads up that I’m into dudes. Oh, and Ben isn’t just my house mate but my lover.’ Yeah, Tyson, I think that would’ve worked.” My voice had risen with each word, the coffee mug cracking as I slammed it down on the bench top.
My son stood looking at me like I’d been the one to do something wrong. He was the one who had been lying to me for God knew how long.
“Look, Dad, it wasn’t something I was looking forward to telling—”
“Do you think for one second I give a fuck that you’re gay? What I’m pissed about is the fact that you thought you had to hide this from me. When, Tyson, when have I ever not been there for you? Yeah, I can be a cunt to a lot of people, but to you, never. You’re my fucking son; the only decent thing I ever did in life. It was you who made me get some of my shit together. Fuck, if it wasn’t for you, Throttle wouldn’t have existed.”
I felt like my insides were churning. I didn’t understand it, but it felt like he’d crushed something in my chest.
“I was scared, okay? I was scared you wouldn’t love me anymore. You might not say it often, but I always knew…” He thumped his hand against his chest. “…in here that you loved me.”
His next words were said on a sob. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen Tyson cry, probably when he was a kid.
“I can’t lose you, Dad.”
I was standing there like an idiot; my son was sobbing and I couldn’t move. I was flashing back in time, no longer seeing Ty
son as a grown man but as the little boy who used to climb into bed with me whenever there was a thunder storm.
“Forget it. I’ll go, but Dad? I love you.”
I was still frozen; it wasn’t until he moved past me that time started again. Grabbing his arms, I pulled him to me, hugging him tightly. He was right. I might not say it often but I loved him; he was my world. The one decent thing I was proud of. I loved the shop, but it was something I could live without; Tyson was the one thing I couldn’t. That voice in the back of my head whined, letting me know there was one other person. Images of Georgia’s beautiful face clouded my vision. The last time I’d seen her, she’d looked so hurt.
I hadn’t noticed the wet shit running from my eyes until a drop landed on the hand I held against my son’s shoulder. I quickly wiped it from my face before stepping away from Tyson. I had to clear my throat a few times before I could speak.
“So, you and Ben, when did that start?” Moving around the kitchen, I made more coffee as Tyson took a minute to get himself together.
“Umm, Ben wasn’t…yeah, he wasn’t my first.”
That confused me.
“What about the chicks? You’ve brought a few home.”
“Well, see, I’m not exactly gay. More like bi.”
He must’ve noticed that I had no idea what he was talking about. In my defense, I’d just come off a two-week bender and had only half a cup of coffee running through my system.
“I’m into both, you know, men and women. Actually, so’s Ben.”
“Ah.” Well, I didn’t have anything else to say. Seriously, I just didn’t want to know that much about my son’s sex life. “Do you want something to eat? I haven’t gone shopping yet, but I’ve got soup in the cupboard and bread in the freezer.”
“Sure, that’ll be nice.”
We spent time catching up while we ate a simple meal.
“Dad, what’s going on with you and Georgia?”
Shit, I’d been hurt by her not telling me about Tyson. I felt more betrayed by her not telling me than by Tyson not saying anything.
“Nothing at the moment.” Which was true; I hadn’t spoken to her since walking out of the club.
