Or in this case not.
I tried to tell myself this was a different situation with Bri. That I wasn’t running once again and not dealing. That I was taking this woman home because we both wanted that. Hell, she’d been eye-fucking me over a deep-dish pizza as bad as I’d been her. I mean, it had to be pathetic the way I was looking at her half the night, her tits perfect and crimson the way the swell flushed above the top of her black dress. She was all woman from the smoky tone of her banter and even to the way she told me off tonight. It’d even turned me the fuck on.
Who was I right now? Really?
Certainly not this guy, but my keys in my hand and the other on her back, we were getting in my car and moving most certainly too fast. It was like I had blinders on when it came to this woman, under her spell, like prey to her. The only one I felt getting played was her since I was allowing this shit to happen. I needed to be the responsible one, the guy and analyzing all the cues of the situation.
A ready and willing (but most important of all sober) woman?
Check.
A hot-blooded male?
Fucking hell. Check.
Two damage souls with clear avoidance issues?
That was where shit got sticky. That was also where things got a little unethical. True, I was avoiding my own trivial shit, but I was well aware of my own issues. I hadn’t even grazed the surface of hers, though. What if she was dealing with something? Truly dealing with something, and here I was letting her use this, us, to not deal with it? This was starting to travel into asshole territory, and I wasn’t that guy no matter how much she physically called to me.
Which was a hell of a fucking lot.
This woman was a goddess, point blank, and I had no problem worshipping every inch of her for as long as she’d physically allow me. I wanted her like I wanted my hands and dick to do the very job, but I was straddling a line of uncertainty here.
Bri let me take her home this evening. Different since she hadn’t even wanted to get in the car with me when the night began. She didn’t know me, so I hadn’t been offended. Now, we were both behind the dash with her hand on my leg and mine at her nape, playing with her thick hair that smelled like bottled flowers. It filled up my damn car, and odds were, it would long after she got out.
Think about what you’re doing.
I wasn’t thinking. Being an asshole who thought more about his cock and avoiding his own feelings. I was getting more than one thing out of this.
Maybe feelings were an issue for me.
Such a stereotype, right? And not the man my m
other raised. She’d be looking at me with a major side-eye right now.
Hell, I was side-eyeing myself.
Turned out Bri lived on the north side of Maywood Heights. The drive was silent the majority of the ride outside of the easy listening hip hop beats I played. I was used to sitting with my own thoughts, so I preferred music that didn’t drown them out. In tonight’s case, the choice had been annoying, but I couldn’t change it since it was already playing when she got in. That would have been weird, and in any sense, I found a fair amount of distraction with Brielle’s hand simply on my thigh. She drifted rather close to my cock, which made my shit basically unbearable in my tight dress pants.
I squeezed her neck in front of her uptown complex, not the suburbs but upscale none the less. In fact, the city had been developing the subdivision more and more to attract more businessmen and women, as well as young professionals and my father’s company, Mallick Enterprises, even had a few properties there. I knew because I’d asked to be sent all his newer projects as well as the ones in progress under my family’s real estate and development company. I suppose they weren’t my dad’s properties per se but the ones his company managed and made decisions on while he was away. I guess this was all my cross to bear now, and I got to stare it in the face with this woman’s hand near my cock.
A few stories raised high to the night’s sky in a snow-encrusted evening. I took to underground parking, but I didn’t turn off the car when we arrived, nor did I get out. I was still in debate here, hesitating, but Brielle wasn’t. She gazed up at me expectantly, her cheeks incredibly flushed and her lips pouty. She wanted to be kissed, and she wanted me to do the job.
What the hell.
My only asshole thought before I did exactly what she wanted, testing that lipstick when I tugged her head back and devoured her.
Fuck.
Her tongue eased past her matte red lips, dueling with mine as I sought to bruise that very mouth beneath her lip stain. She’d probably look like she was stung by bees after this with the job I was doing on her, but I didn’t fucking care. She grabbed for my cock, and I literally growled in her mouth, basically an over-eager teen as I ground into her hand. She got every inch of me through my pants, reaching for my fly.
“Let’s go upstairs,” she moaned, my mouth probably looking the same after we were done. Especially since I wasn’t quite sure that lipstick would hold up. She was no doubt marking me, and fuck if I didn’t want to be marked. “I’m in 518 B.”
Out of my fogging haze and back to reality, and I was right when I eased her mouth away. I’d smeared her lipstick but only just.
My thumb outlined the job I did, the soft red of her lower lip painting her sun-kissed skin. It was quite possibly the hottest shit I’d ever seen. This woman was incredibly sexy, and in more than one circle, that probably placed her completely out of my league. I mean, she was older, because of that, more experienced when it came to life and decision-making in general. Most certainly if the shoe had been on the other foot, had she’d been me, I was sure the responsible thing would have already been done. She’d be upstairs to 518 B.
I would have let her go.