Finding A Way (11 page)

"Princess, Leah will get better. She won't be sick forever. She just needs rest, and that means you will have to spend the day with me instead. How does that sound?" I question as my mouth twists into a smile.

Caroline nods against my chest. I can feel her smiling against me. She loves to spend time with me. I'm not sure if it's because I spoil her rotten, or because she doesn't have to deal with Leah nit-picking every little thing she does.

"When will she get better? Are you still going to marry her if she doesn't?" she asks, still wrapped around me. I blow out a long, much needed breath before I answer her. She always asks these types of questions. It breaks my heart because I don't know the answers.

"I don't know. I stopped getting sick a while ago, but your sister is having a hard time with it. If she can't get better, I don't know if I can be with her."

I proposed to Leah a month ago and since then, she hasn't touched any drugs. And that's the reason she's been sick every day since. She's miserable, but at least she's sober. I gave her an ultimatum: get clean or I walk. The ring was the prize if she cleaned her act up. I stopped using myself about six months ago. Someone needed to take care of Caroline and it wasn't going to happen if we were both strung.

"Promise you'll never leave me, Bear. Just marry me if she doesn't get better, then I'll never lose you," Caroline says softly.

I reach down, taking her chin with my fingers and gently lifting it up, so she looks in the eyes.

"I'll make a deal with you, Princess. One day, you'll be a beautiful young woman and if your sister and I still aren't together, then you come find me. I'll drop everything for you. If I'm with someone, I'll drop her and be with you instead, but I'm sure some lucky man will have stolen your heart by then. You'll fall in love Princess, and it will be the best damn thing that will ever happen to you." She looks at me with pleading eyes, tears forming in the corners.

"I'll never love anyone as much as I love you, Bear."

I lean down to kiss her forehead, my face finding its way into her long blonde hair.

"I love you too, Princess."

Trent snaps his fingers at my face, bringing me back to the present. He’s talking, but I only catch the last part of whatever the hell he's saying.

“Wanna grab a beer later and see what we can find to take home?”

Thank God, just what I need. A beer and a lay. I gotta cure this little fascination with Callie as soon as possible and I also need to stop thinking about what the hell I'm gonna do with Caroline.

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” I reply.

Before going home to clean myself up for the ladies, I tell Trent we'll take our own rides tonight. Since he always finds a fish to snag, and I’m without a doubt not leaving the bar alone tonight, it makes sense since we live a good fifteen minutes away from each other. Hell, with the hard-on I've had since I laid eyes on Callie in those damn Chuck Taylor's, I might end up fucking whatever bitch I leave with in the back seat of my pickup.

An hour later, and two beers in, Trent and I sit at the bar talking shit with our favorite bartender Ry. Ry is actually a woman whose real name is Ryleigh. We’re at a small bar named Max’s placed in between the university and the city. It is a perfect place to find ourselves some easy targets.

I mean, being twenty-eight and Trent being thirty works for us. These college chicks love an older man. Trent's convinced they like fucking an older man because they all wanna stick it to their rich daddies during their rebellious college years, but that's a little too fucked up for me to think about while having my cock shoved down one of their throats. So, instead, I opt for believing they wanna fuck us for our experience, and when I say experience, I mean the ability to give them multiple orgasms in one fuck. They love that shit.

Ryleigh gives me a playful smack on the head to gain my attention.

"You’re off ya game tonight, playboy. I just watched two blondes walk right past ya which you would’ve usually deemed fuckable. Trent ran after them about five minutes ago while ya nursed that beer of yours. What gives?"

See, here's the thing about Ryleigh. She’s the ultimate woman. The total package. Big fake tits, short blonde hair, tight everywhere she needs to be, legs which go on forever, and an amazing personality. Top off the formula for a “ten” on the smoking hot scale with the slight Boston accent which flares up every once in a while and it's the hottest fucking thing in the entire world. Unfortunately, for all of mankind, she bats for the other team. Well, she bats for the other team currently. From what I understand, she’s down with girls and guys. She dated Trent's brother a few years back and that was the end of all our chances. That fucker sent her right into the arms of her current girlfriend, Susan. She scares the living shit out of me. The bitch is crazy. She's actually taken a swing at me once for trying to fuck Ryleigh. So, now we just keep a casual friendship.

"You know Ry, just because I let the fucker have the two chicks over there doesn't mean I'm off my game. Did you think maybe I already used them up? Because if I rack my brain hard enough, what did they tell me to call them when the three of us were fucking in my bed...AH! I remember. I believe it was the double-mint twins."

Ryleigh lets out a ridiculous laugh as she tries to stop staring at the women sitting on Trent's lap, making out with each other on top of him.

"That needs to be a gawddamned drink." She continues laughing while tears vault from her eyes.

I laugh along, shrugging my shoulders.

"Hey, what can I say? Trent's in for a wild ride with those two crazy broads." I pick my beer up, tipping it in a hats-off motion toward her.

"So, how's my baby doing? Did ya paint her pink for me yet?" she asks me while leaning over the bar, giving me a clear view down her less-than-there top.

I silently accept her offer, checking out those very expensive tits, and once again they don't disappoint. They're always dying for attention, and I'm happy to give it to them from afar. I can look, but I can’t touch. That’s what Ry’s girlfriend told me after she tossed a beer in my face.

"You gotta stop calling her yours, Ry. She's not, and she'll never be painted pink. I couldn't do that to my girl. You’d have to paint her pink over my dead body."

She lets out a small laugh. What she's referring to is my angel, my 2000 Harley Davidson Sportster. She's the only woman I can count on and she never complains when I wanna ride her for hours on end. I took Ry on it a couple times and she fell in love with her, too. She keeps begging me to paint it pink and hand her the keys.
Not fucking happening.

"Come on, Mac. It's the least you could do. Ya made me fall in love with her, only to take her away from me. Ya can't just do that shit. It's not fucking right, and as far as the dead body thing, I could probably arrange that if it’s what it will take." She places another bottle on the bar in front of me as I finish mine. I snatch the beer, tossing a twenty over to her.

"Yeah, yeah. As much as I enjoy talking to you, you aren't gonna be the one naked in my bed tonight. I gotta go find someone who will be, unless you wanna fill the spot?" I tease, grinning wide at her.

She huffs, walking away to the other customers, yelling over her shoulder.

"In ya dreams buddy! Just make sure to wrap it up. No one needs another Mac Davis running around. The population of women would be fucked, literally and figuratively. And when ya decide which one of these lovely ladies you’ll be corrupting tonight, let me know. That way I can send the little scootch a drink."

I laugh at her insult, spinning around on my stool and looking through the crowd. I spot a petite brunette watching me a few spots down at the bar. She's good looking enough for tonight. Brown hair down to her shoulders, big tits, and a slim waist. A little less ass than I normally go for, but she’ll do. I'm not in the position to be picky tonight. I'll take anything at this point.

I signal Ryleigh, telling her to do the usual. She complies by making some fruity mixed drink and taking it over to the brunette. She raises her eyebrows at me, mouthing
“That quick?”
and I nod my head at her. I watch Ryleigh lean over the bar, telling her who it's from. The brunette’s eyes light up and she makes eye contact with me from down the way.
It's almost too easy.
She grabs her drink off the bar and saunters over. Her friends giggle behind her and I immediately know I have a giggler on my hands. I just have to suck that shit up and deal with it tonight.

"Thanks for the drink handsome," she moans as she rubs her hand on my arm.

Game on.

"Anything for a woman as beautiful as you. What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask, even though I really don't give a shit what it is.

“My name's Ally. You have big muscles. They’re really hot. Do you box or something?” she purrs in my ear.

“The name's Mac, sweetheart. And no, I’m not a boxer, or even a fighter. I’m a lover, and tonight I’m hoping to show you how good I am at exactly that.”

She seems to enjoy my little line because she’s like a cat in heat now. Her tits push into my arm a little harder, and she leans down to nibble my earlobe. It’s exactly what I need from her for my cock to stem to life and forget all of the other shit in my head.

“I think it’s sweet you’re a lover, and not a fighter. It’s sweet you’re gentle,” she coos.

“Sweetheart, there isn’t a gentle bone in my body. Don't fool yourself. You wanna get outta here?” I ask her, already knowing the answer.

“I thought you'd never ask.” She giggles, tightening her hold on my arm.

After getting her out of the bar and into my truck, we get back to my apartment. When the front door closes behind her, the brunette strips off her thin piece of fabric she calls a dress. I take her small hand, leading her upstairs to my room. She makes herself comfortable as I start to take off my own clothes. This is the way I like it to go, fast and hard. A woman who wastes no time taking what she wants from me, and my girl for the night, Ally, wastes no time at all. She crawls to the end of the bed, unbuttoning my jeans for me, and pulling out my throbbing cock. Desire shows all over her face as she takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. I let out a groan as she picks up the pace, bobbing her head in a fast rhythm. I didn’t even have time to take my boots off yet, but this chick couldn't care less. She’s here for one thing and one thing only.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” I say, encouraging her as I fist a handful of her hair a little harder than I mean to. A moan she makes lets me know she likes it a little rough, and lucky for her I’m in the mood to play her little game. I shove her away. My cock pops out of her mouth and she falls back onto the bed.

“Turn around sweetheart; I want you on all fours. This is gonna be fast and hard, and you’re gonna take every inch of me, got it?”

She stares at me as she maneuvers herself so her cute little ass is backed up against my front. I give her a hard smack on the ass and repeat it again.

“You got it? You’re going to take every fucking inch of me like a good little girl, isn't that right?”

She moans, her ass turning a shade of red.

“Yes, yes. Please. Just give me your cock,” she begs.

She taunts me by shaking her ass in front of me which earns her another smack. I bend down to fish a condom packet out of my jeans. Ripping it open and sliding it over myself, I position myself at her entrance and with one hard thrust, I’m inside her. She calls out my name the entire time. I feel her warmth squeeze and she lets out an over exaggerated scream which makes me want to roll my eyes. I pump into her harder, searching for my own release.