Freeing Tuesday (2 page)

I don’t know what pushed me to come over so late. I was having a shitty day that consisted of sitting around and thinking about my piece of shit father. I woke up about an hour ago from a nightmare about him and found a text from Jameson letting me know the band was home for a few weeks. The band coming home meant that Tuesday was home too and I couldn’t wait to see her.

Tuesday always makes my day better, even if she isn’t in the best of moods. Just being around her makes me happy and I know deep down, somewhere inside of her she feels the same about me. I sink down into her couch and make myself at home, ignoring her comment about me.

“I didn’t wake you up did I? Because if I did, get the hell over it, I’m more important.”

I flash her a smile as she sinks down next to me and I automatically pull her legs across my lap so she’s laying down. My fingers dig into the arch of her feet, making her groan.

“You don’t have to do that,” she whispers and tries to pull her legs back but I don’t let her.

Instead, I dig my fingers deeper into her arch and watch as all the stress that was evident in her face when I got here disappears. Her head falls back against the arm of the couch as she starts telling me about everything that happened over the first few weeks of the tour.

She talks until her eyes start to close and I keep listening until the only things coming out of her mouth are unrecognizable mumbles as she falls asleep. I listen because the sound of her voice soothes my soul, because she’s so much more to me than my best friend, because six weeks without Tuesday in my everyday life is way too long.

Leaning over her, I brush the hair away from her face and press my lips to her forehead. She sighs, rolls herself toward me and I can’t stop myself from pressing my lips lightly against hers as I pull the blanket off the back of the couch, drape it over her and quietly sneak out the door.

Tuesday

I knock hard against the door, my hand hitting just below the 17A that’s nailed onto it. I'm not even sure why I'm here. I mean, I am more than capable of getting a drink by myself but I like having Evan there. I start to turn around and leave when I hear him on the other side of the door.

He yells ‘son of a bitch’ loud enough that I hear but then it dies out to a mumble. It sounds like Charlie Brown's teacher is on the other side. His rant is followed up by not one, but two, female voices.

I instantly regret showing up here unannounced and try to get away before he opens the door, but I'm too late. I hear the chain slide across and the deadbolt come undone before the door squeaks open.

“What!” he growls before he notices it is me. “Oh, hey Tuesday, what's up?”

It takes me a minute to regain my senses because I'm still not used to Evan in a state of undress. He’s topless and his jeans aren't even buttoned. His body glistens with sweat and his dog tags shine against his skin. My eyes drop down to his six-pack and straight to his oh-so-happy trail of stars and my body starts humming. He’s got the damn V. You know, the one that makes smart girls stupid.

I lick my lips without even realizing it and force myself to look back at his face. He raises an eyebrow and his cocky smile comes out to play. He knows what just happened and I can't even handle how hot my face is right now.

“I, um, sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt whatever you have going on today.” I wave my hand through the air and push my hair out of my face. Evan is the only man that gets me flustered like this and I don't know why. He’s supposed to be my friend. That’s it. But, my body seems to think otherwise.

“Threesome Thursday.”

I shake my head thinking I heard him wrong. “What?”

“You interrupted threesome Thursday. You’re lucky it’s not Wednesday, you’d be in trouble then,” he winks.

If it’s possible, my face just heats up more. “Do I even want to know?” I ask.

“Whip-day Wednesday,” he shrugs casually.

My eyes bulge out and he laughs at me. He doesn’t know how inexperienced I really am. Hell, I don't know if anyone other than Alex does. Did!
The thought of Alex sobers me completely and Evan being half naked doesn't faze
me nearly as much.

The smile on his face drops and he stares at me. “Wanna talk about it?” he asks.

“What? About whip-me Wednesday or threesome Thursday?”

“It’s whip-day Wednesday, but, I like where your mind is going. And technically, we could talk about tongue day Monday and tie-me-up Tuesday because I had to skip those this week so I'm fitting them in today too. But no, that’s not what I meant.  I can tell when you're thinking about him.”

I shake my head and pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to reel my emotions in. “No. I don't want to talk about it. Sorry I interrupted; I don't actually need you for anything.” I turn to leave but he catches me by the arm and turns me back towards him.

“What did you come for then?”

I swallow hard and clear my throat. “I'm going to the bar. I wasn't sure if you wanted to go or not. But you're busy..,” my voice trails off when he pushes his finger against my lips. I know I should be really worried about where his fingers have been, but I’m not. All I can think about is the way my lips tingle when he touches them.

“Give me five minutes to untie the girls and get ready,” he says quietly.

“You don't need to stop on my account. It’s not that important.”

He pulls me in towards him and kisses my forehead. “You, Tuesday Weston, are much more important than threesome Thursday.”

Evan

Seriously? Did I seriously just give up threesome Thursday with the double-mint twins from 6b? What the hell is wrong with me?

Oh, that’s right. Tuesday-mother- fucking-Weston is what is wrong with me. Ever since the first time I met her it has been like this.  One fucking kiss and I throw my whole life around to accommodate anything she needs and I’m not even getting laid for it.

I loosen the bindings around the girls' wrists and send them on their way while I clean up. After all the grumbling they do, I promise to make it up to them.  I highly doubt that I will, but it’s the thought that counts, right?

I pull my beanie down over my head and make my way to the hall where I left Tuesday, but she isn't there.  I swear to God if she isn't in the parking lot and left me here after telling her I would be right down I will make sure she is the one to finish up what I just gave up.

After storming my way down the stairs I find her sitting with her head resting against the steering wheel and I'm pretty sure she is arguing with herself. I tap on the window and watch as she nearly jumps out of her skin. She is always jumpy and I'm not sure why, but I wish she would tell me. I point to my truck and she climbs out of her car and follows me, climbing into the passenger side.

“Ready?” I ask as I slide in beside her and buckle.

“You didn't need to stop what you were doing. I just figured you’d want to do something on your day off but I see now that you already had something to do. I should have just left you to that. It seems like you’d have more fun doing that than going to the bar with me.”

“Tuesday.”

“Yeah?” she asks, staring straight out the window.

“If you had left, I would have made you make up for what I just kicked out of my apartment. Now shut up and let’s go.”

I laugh as her eyes widen and she reaches over and smacks her hand against my chest.

                                                                   
      
***

“This is from that chick at three o’clock,” Kyle, the bartender, says as he hands me a shot of Grey Goose. We have been coming here long enough for him to know I won't take it, but that doesn't stop him from handing it to me.

I turn my head to find who he’s talking about and my eyes collide head on with a hot Latina chick. Her arms are folded on the bar with her tits resting on top of them. Her dark hair spills around her face as she smiles slightly at me.

I wink at her and motion for her to come over. I hear Tuesday laugh from beside me because she knows what is coming. “Shut up. You know you love watching this shit.”

“Yeah,” she scoffs, “I just love coming to hang out with you just to be left so you can insure your balls don’t go blue.”

I turn to her with wide eyes, “Blue balls are tragic and should be avoided at all costs. Plus I doubt this will take long. I promise to be back in just a bit.”

She shakes her head and tips her shot glass back to her lips before saying, “That doesn’t say much about your stamina, Mr. Williams.”

I choke back a laugh as a hand grips my shoulder. “Talking about stamina, are we?”

I turn, my eyes drifting from the chick’s face, over her tits and down to her hips, which she has pressed firmly against my thigh.

“Yeah, what’s your stance on it?” I ask with a smile, nearly choking on what she says next.

“I’ll tell you in a minute.”

It still amazes me after all this time how forward some chicks are. Even sitting here with Tuesday, who is sexier than sin, they don’t bat a single eyelash. I could be sitting here making out with someone and they would still try.

I slide her body so she stands between my thighs. My hand falls to her perfect ass and she grins, pushing herself further into me.

“Sooo...you gonna
take that shot or what?” she tilts her head towards the bar and I smile.

“Nah.” The confusion is written all over her face. “You are," I state.

I stand, pushing the stool back as I go and grab the glass. Kyle shakes his head and moves down the bar, leaning in toward Tuesday. I can’t hear what he’s saying but she laughs and I have to shake off the jealous feeling I get when it’s not me making her laugh. She’s not mine and doing what I’m doing right now just seals that even more.

“What’s your name?” I ask. I always need at least a first name; I’m a gentleman like that.

Her tongue darts out across her lip, instantly drawing my attention to her mouth. My fingers trail up her bare arm till my thumb caresses her jaw. “Jillian,” she breathes.

“Well, Jillian, you’re going to take this shot, but it isn’t going to be from the glass.”

Tipping the glass back, I let the contents fill my mouth but I don't swallow. Instead, I tip her head back and cover her mouth with mine. Opening my lips slightly, the vodka slides from my mouth into hers. My fingers slide against her neck as she swallows.

Jillian’s fingers graze across my cock and it springs to life. I grab her hand and pull the keys from my pocket and toss them at Tuesday. She glares at me when she catches them.
Yeah, I’m fucked in the head to leave her here, but she doesn’t want me and this random chick does. Fuck it.

“Just so you know I won’t leave your happy ass here. Maybe you should try this some time,” I wink at her and she flips me off.

Pulling Jillian behind me, I search for an exit and push my way through it, coming out onto a grated, metal fire escape. Before the door even has a chance to latch shut I shove her against the brick wall. My mouth collides with hers, our tongues tangling. She moans as I pin her hands to the wall by her sides and move my lips down her neck, nipping the hollow and following through to her tits.

I bury my face in the swells of flesh and make myself at home. My lips, teeth and tongue all work together to pull her shirt down. It doesn’t take much to move the thin fabric and as soon as it is out of the way my mouth draws her nipple in.

She arches her back, pressing her tits toward my face. She moans as I pull her hands to her stomach and hold them both with one of my hands. My free hand slides down her hip and back up the inside of her thigh and she opens instantly for me.

I slip my fingers under her barely there skirt and find nothing but bare skin; the wetness already spreading down her thighs. I slide two fingers into her while my thumb strums across her pierced clit.
Fuck, that shit is hot
. I flick the metal back and forth causing her hips to buck as she bites back a scream.

I groan against her nipple, still strumming her like a guitar while curling my fingers into her. Her entire body stiffens as I bite down. Her muscles clamp down around my fingers and her hands clench down on mine as she tries to keep herself standing through her orgasm.