Marx Girl

I have to bite my bottom lip to stop myself from smiling, too. “What are you up to?” I ask.

“I’m just ringing to see what the plans are for tonight.”

I glance over to Brock, her brother, and he pretends not to listen. “Well, that depends.”

“On what?”

I stay silent and she laughs. “Are you with Brock?” she asks.

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, you can tell him that his sister can hardly sit down today because big bad Ben has been giving it to her hard.”

I roll my lips as I try not to smile, and my eyes flicker over to him again. “Yeah, I’ll pass on that one.”

Brock walks into a shop and I wait outside. “Do you want to go to the beach after work?” I ask

“Erm…” she hesitates.

I narrow my eyes. She’s hesitant in case we see Eric. “We’ll go somewhere else. Maybe Bondi,” I add.

“Okay, that sounds great. We can get some dinner there, too.”

“I’ll pick you up from work at five,” I reply.

“Okay, babe, see you then.” She hesitates again, as if she wants to add something, so I wait, too.

“Just how sore are you?” I eventually ask.

“Let’s just say that I won’t be going horse riding anytime soon.”

“I beg to differ, you’re an excellent horse rider. Rough terrain is your specialty.”

She laughs. “And you’re a fucking sex maniac. Goodbye, Ben.”

I smirk. “Bye.” I hang up.

“Was that Bridget?” Brock asks as he walks out of the shop.

I frown as I put my phone back in my pocket. “What makes you say that?”

“I saw you two sneak off last night.”

I look at him, deadpan.

“I’m a private eye. Of course I notice that shit.”

I throw my empty coffee cup in the bin and begin to walk up the busy street. “Yeah, well, just keep your mouth shut. She wants to keep it on the down low.”

“Why? Because of Eric?” he asks.

I roll my eyes. “Yeah, fucking pisses me off. Weak prick.”

“Is he still calling her?”

I shrug. “Don’t know, but we had a fight outside the front of her work.”

“When was this?” He frowns.

I shrug. “The other day. We were kissing, and he went ape.”

He smirks. “Did you sort him?”

I raise my eyebrow. “What do you think?”

He smiles broadly.

We walk for a while, and I have to ask this question. “Did she love him?”

He screws up his face. “I don’t know, man.” He shrugs. “I doubt she would have come back to you so quick if she had.”

I clench my jaw in anger. Hmm, not the answer I wanted.

I feel uneasiness bubble inside of me.

Stop it… get back to work.

I wait in the car at 5:00 p.m. and I watch her high ponytail bounce as she walks toward me. She walks in front of the car and flicks the hem of her flowy dress up to show me her behind in a flirty fashion. I raise my eyebrow and smile. There she is. My hot little hellcat.

“Going my way?” She smiles through the open window.

I start the car and look down at her cleavage as she leans through the window…

Fuck, she’s got good tits.

The best.

“Get in, bitch.” I smirk.

“Oh, dirty talker. I will get into your car then.” She bounces into the seat and leans over to kiss me. “How is my man?” She smiles against my lips.

Horny, I want to reply, but I hold my tongue. I need to go easy on her tonight. She just makes me so hot, I can’t see straight.

“Better now that you’re here.” I smile. I turn back and pull out onto the street, and she slides her hand up my thigh, under my shorts leg.

“We have to go home to get my swimmers.”

“Back seat,” I reply.

“Huh?” She leans over, gets the brown bag from the backseat, and opens it. “Ohh, what did you buy?” She gasps as she pulls it from the bag and holds it up to inspect it. A tiny gold string bikini and a matching sarong hang from her hands. She holds it up to herself and smiles broadly. “Oh, my God, thank you. I love it. So thoughtful.” She reaches over and pulls my face to hers, kissing my cheek as I drive. “I’m not sure it’s going to fit around my boobs, though.” She frowns as she holds the top over her chest and looks down at herself.

“Nothing could contain those tits,” I murmur. I get a vision of them bouncing last night as she was riding my cock, and I feel myself harden. I readjust myself in my shorts.

Cut it out.

“You seem to do a good job wrangling them,” she replies sexily.

My eyes flicker between her and the road, and she licks her lips for added effect. “Will you stop being so fucking hot? I’m trying not to have sex with you tonight. I’m giving you a night off.”

Her eyes dance with delight and she drops her head to my crotch. “Don’t tell me I can’t have something, Ben. You know it will only make me want it more.”