I made a U-turn and found my way back to the road. We were only a couple of miles away from Gary’s. I could suggest she call him, make sure he was home and ready for her to stop by and pick up her key. Only she probably didn’t need to. Gary was an older married man, set in his ways and not likely to venture out in a snowstorm without a damn good reason. And maybe part of me, just part, hoped there had been a damn good reason. Because if he wasn’t home then she’d have nowhere to stay. Except back at my cabin with me.
“How long are you in town for?” I wondered aloud. Would I be seeing her again, picking her way along the ice and snow-covered sidewalks downtown in her heels? Walking into a bar as I tried to pass the time shooting the shit with a buddy? She’d be a lot harder to stay away from if she stuck around.
“Not long,” she answered, and I felt relieved and disappointed all at once. I tried to go with the relief. Chances were I wouldn’t even like this girl if I got to know her. I already knew she was impractical, reckless and had spent more on her appearance at that moment—hair, nails, clothes, skin, jewelry—than I had in the last month.
Skin. She had great skin, so soft, like the petals of a flower. And she smelled so good, sitting close to me in the cab of my truck. I could still hear the sounds she’d made as I touched her, the moans and pants. The way she squirmed on my lap, trying to get closer, like even the slightest distance from me was too much.
What would it be like to get more of her? To have the time to lay her down and play? To explore every inch, take the time to enjoy her, taste her. The way she almost got off so hot and fast on my lap, I wondered how crazy I could make her if I treated her right.
“You around tomorrow?” I found the words slipping out of my mouth before I’d thought twice about asking. I shouldn’t ask if she were around tomorrow. I had shit to do. Like not spend time with a crazy L.A. girl who was nothing but trouble.
“I um…” She fiddled with her thin gold necklace, playing with the delicate chain between her fingers. She did that when she was nervous, I could already tell. I seemed to make her nervous. I couldn’t decide if that was a good or bad thing. “I have a…Sam is coming to meet me. He’ll be here tomorrow.”
Right. Her boyfriend. Why the hell he’d let his girlfriend drive up by herself in a MINI convertible in the middle of a storm on a Saturday night beat the hell out of me. But it made sense that she had a boyfriend. She had to have men beating down her door every goddamned night. Sooner or later she’d let one of them in. I felt a strong urge to punch this boyfriend right in the face, but what I should be feeling was freedom. I was off the hook. I wasn’t going to cheat with her on him. Sneaking around, violating people’s trust? I’d seen enough of that shit to last a lifetime. No thank you, not interested.
“Sam and I work together,” she added.
“Is he your boyfriend?”
“Oh God, no!” She burst out laughing. “Sam’s gay as a pancake!”
Never heard that expression before. But I figured I knew what it meant. Still, I had to ask, “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“No. I mean, not really. There’s a guy, but…”
My hands tightened on the wheel again. There was another man who got to touch her, hold her, do all of the things to her I could picture so clearly? That wasn’t right.
“But he’s… I don’t know. It’s not, we’re not exclusive. It’s casual, you know?”
No, I didn’t know. Casual was not in my vocabulary. And it never would be with this woman. Who the hell was this asshole?
“Why are you with him if he’s not treating you right?”
“He’s treating me right.” She sounded so defensive. Sitting up straighter in her seat, she turned to face me, her breasts completely bare underneath that gigantic parka. “You make it sound like it’s some kind of abusive relationship. He’s a lot of fun. And he’s a model.”
I snorted. Now there was someone I really did want to punch in the face. “Did he call to make sure you got in safe tonight?” I asked, already betting I knew the answer.
“No, but—”
“Then he’s not treating you right.”
“I… It’s not…” She huffed and puffed but couldn’t come up with exactly the right answer. I knew why she couldn’t. Because the world was full of idiots and it seemed like she was dating one of them. Or not dating, having fun, some kind of bullshit like that. Either way, it made no sense to me. She said it wasn’t exclusive. Was the man a complete moron?
I’d taken drastic measures to get away from that type, the players, the superficial spotlight seekers all out for themselves no matter the consequences. I’d left all of that behind. It had taken a hell of a lot to break away, create a whole new life on my own terms. I’d devoted the past four years to it, burying myself in this tiny Vermont town. Now I had things just the way I liked them. My simple life.
Gary’s place was just up the road. Almost time to pull up, park, and let this woman out of my life for good. There were so many reasons to stay away from her.
Too bad I could picture the opposite so vividly, how if I took her back to my place we’d barely make it to the door of my cabin we’d be so busy tearing into each other. We wouldn’t even get to the bedroom. I’d take her right there on the floor, fucking her hard while she came, screaming like she’d lost her mind.
I pulled over. I could have parked closer. Gary had a driveway, but I stopped my truck down a ways from it. I told myself it wasn’t because I was about to reach over and pull her against me, kissing her like I couldn’t get enough.
But then I reached over, pulled her against me and started kissing her like I couldn’t get enough. She met me right at it, like we’d never stopped, like we hadn’t just been saying it wouldn’t happen again.
“We can’t do this,” she panted, kissing my throat and sliding her hands under my coat to grab hold of my shoulders.
“No, we can’t,” I agreed, grabbing hold of her hips and bringing her right back where she’d been before in front of the bar, right where she fit like a fucking puzzle piece, so good right against me. With a deep moan, she pushed her pussy against me, needing the contact, wanting more.
I licked her neck, sucking her sensitive skin. Just one more sip of her nectar before I swore off. My mouth found hers again and I drank her in, our tongues meeting, teasing, stoking the fires higher as she moved against me. Hands on her hip
s, I rocked her against my erection and she moaned, her eyes rolling back. She gripped my shoulders like she was on her favorite ride, holding on, wanting to make sure she stayed on no matter how wild it got. She shifted her position, spreading her legs wide, pushing her pussy against the bulge in my jeans.
“You feel how hard you get me?” I moved against her, my solid shaft hitting her in a spot so good she moaned. Grabbing her hips, I brought her there again and she panted. “That feel good?” I asked in a low voice.
“Oh yes.” Her voice came out jagged and breathy. She needed to come, I could tell she did. She needed it badly. My fingers were so close. Moving slowly, my eyes fixed on her gorgeous face, I brought my thumb down to the seam of her jeans. Fuck, I could feel her wet heat. I pressed against her and she gasped, her perfect plump lips opening with pleasure.
Knowing right where to get her, I pressed again, stroked, pressed. The sight of her moaning, flushed, and pushing into my thumb nearly did me in. I had to feel her, and not just through her jeans. I needed to feel her slick sweetness, coat my fingers in her arousal.
“You feel so good,” I told her, giving her another stroke. With my other hand I unzipped that parka, giving me a glimpse of those perfect breasts again. I wanted to keep watching her, though. Her intense response was like a drug. So I didn’t move my mouth back to her chest. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand, squeezing it as I slowly worked a good rhythm down through her jeans. She whimpered, grabbing onto me, fisting my shirt in her hands, her eyes closed, her teeth biting down on her lip.
“I want to make you come, Violet,” I said, stroking her wet heat. She moaned in response, pulling at my shirt. “Would you like that?” I asked.