Just Say Yes (Just Say Yes #2) (21 page)

Jess smiled up at me sweetly. “I’d love it if you would sing at the wedding, Z. Anything you want.”

Not taking the bait, I simply smiled back at her. Little did she know I had a big surprise for her and Noah. I
finally
convinced Andy to sing a song with me at their wedding.

After saying our goodbyes, we went home. Andy pulled through the gate at the shop and backed the trailer into the space next to the fence. I jumped out and unhooked the trailer for him so he could park his truck.

After seeing me change the tires on my car after Rob slashed them months ago, he thought it was hot when I helped with things like that. I opened the side door of the trailer, then flipped the light on inside to get the small ice chest and a few other items we had packed for our night at the drag races.

When I turned around, Andy was standing in the doorway of the trailer. He had
that
look
on his face.
Oh my.
He stepped inside and pulled the door shut behind him.

“Do you know how fucking hot you looked with your skirt hiked up around your hips, strapped down in my car?” he asked as he stalked over to me.

Andy backed me up against the front of his car. I was so ready for whatever he planned on doing to me. I wrapped my arms around him as he ran his hands down the back of my thighs to lift me up onto the hood of the Camaro. He kissed me fiercely, his tongue darting into my mouth, licking and tasting.

He broke our kiss just long enough to pull my shirt off over my head. Swiftly, he unsnapped my bra and pulled it off, tossing it onto the hood of the car.

I pushed his shirt up and he pulled it the rest of the way off for me as I undid the button and zipper of his pants. I pushed his pants and boxers down over his hips to free his cock. He backed up long enough to reach up under my skirt to pull my panties off. I kicked off my sandals to put my feet on the front bumper for balance. He pushed my skirt up my hips then lifted me up and forward so my ass was at the edge of the hood.

He kissed me again before he pushed me backward so I was lying on the hood. He knelt down in front of the car, gently pushing my legs apart.
Holy fuck…I am gonna enjoy the hell outta this.

As soon as my legs were far enough apart, his mouth was on me. His tongue probed inside me, then moved up to tease my clit. He groaned as he sucked my sensitive clit into his mouth and then licked his way back to my center. He slid one finger in at first, sliding in and out, before slipping a second finger inside me.

It felt like I was sliding off the car a little, so I reached up over my head and grabbed the cowl of the hood to hang on to.

He pulled away and stood back up. “Fuck, Zoey, I’d love a picture of you like this. You look so fucking beautiful up there.”

“When we’re done, I’ll let you take one.”

He groaned as he pushed his hard cock inside of me. I gasped as I lay on the hood. His hands gripped my hips as he plunged into me hard and fast. My body was burning hot, ready to ignite. I began to tighten around him as he slowed his movements. He was still thrusting hard, but slow, and I felt the car rocking on its tires from the motion of us on the hood.

His hips swiveled and he ground himself against me, sending me pummeling over the edge. My body clenched and unclenched around his cock as he ground his hips again. He thrust hard once more before he shuddered his own release.

Andy collapsed over me to rest his elbows on the hood, his forehead on my chest as he emptied himself inside me. I grazed my fingers down his back and his body twitched, oversensitive.

“Ahh…fuck, I love you,” he groaned, grinding his hips against me one last time.

Giggling at his words, I wrapped my arms around his neck and we lay there, panting and sweaty. Finally, he stood back up, pulling me with him.

“If I’d known how much fucking me on your car would turn you on, I would’ve suggested it a long time ago,” I whispered in his ear. “Where do you want me for the picture?”

“You’re really going to let me take one?” he asked in disbelief.

I chuckled, because I think it shocked him so much that I was letting him take a naked picture of me on his car, he hadn’t even realized what I said about fucking me on it.

“Only if I can take one of you too.” I lay back and slipped my skirt off over my hips, letting it drop to the floor. “Where do you want me?”

“Right where you are. Just spin around and put your feet up on the glass,” he instructed as he pulled his cell phone out.

He posed me on the hood the way he wanted, helping me position my arms and legs in such a way that my breasts and other private parts were covered.

After he snapped a few pictures he was happy with, he showed them to me.

“I can’t believe that’s me,” I said, in awe of the photos.

He took the photos from an angle so the front end of the car was in the picture, with me lying on the hood, my hair spilling over the edge, looking like I was just thoroughly fucked. Which I had been.

It was his turn for me to take a picture of him. He was wearing my favorite jeans, so I asked him to lean against the front of his car facing me, with his hands on the hood next to his hips. His jeans were unbuttoned, his chest bare, and his tattoos on full display.

All he needed to do was stand there. Andy had a gorgeous, sexy, just fucked look on his face too. I snapped one picture. I didn’t need another.

Even though we were still living in separate apartments, we slept together every night, at either my place or his. We tried to stay at our own places separately on occasion, but one of us would always give in and crawl in the other’s bed during the night.

Simple fact was, we slept better when we were together. I actually slept, which was nice. Besides, we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I’d never had so much sex in my life and I loved every second of it. He never once made me feel neglected or unloved. Everything was perfect between us.

We had two more days of work, and if they were anything like the last few days, we were going to be busy. It was almost summertime and everyone seemed to be working on their cars. I was working mostly at the store because we were so busy, plus it was time to do inventory.

I would be working after hours doing inventory that night and the next night. Saturday was Jess’s bachelorette party, where the bridal party would be going out dancing. It was going to be a long week.

By Friday night, I was dead tired, felt like shit, and praying I was not getting sick again, especially so close to Jess and Noah’s wedding. When I came down with the flu in May, it completely zapped everything out of me. I had been so sick I lost all the weight I gained while I was in Cabo.

Inventory was not going well at all. I should have done it much sooner. The order I needed to place was huge and the store was a mess.

Andy volunteered to help me, but I turned him down because it was easier for me to concentrate and stay organized if I did it by myself. I finally finished at around two a.m. and made my way up the stairs to my apartment. I figured he would be there asleep, but he wasn’t.

All I wanted to do was crash, so I did. By myself.

Horrible dreams interrupted my sleep the entire night. Dreams of my birth mom, watching her get high right in front of me, watching her take disgusting men into her room. I dreamt of the sickening noises they made while I sat crying inside my closet, all the times I had to scrounge around for food, and of being thankful that when I
did
make it to school, I at least ate a hot meal.

Saturday morning, I woke up late, crying. I was alone and needed Andy, but he wasn’t there. It wasn’t his fault, of course. I should’ve just gone to his place to sleep the night before when I realized he stayed home.

I wondered where he was, so I peeked out the window, and across the parking lot to Andy’s apartment. His truck wasn’t in his space, and I had no idea where he would have gone. I found my cell and hit the button on the screen to call Andy, but it remained lifeless.
Shit, dead battery.
I located my charging cord and plugged in my phone, but it was so dead it wouldn’t even turn on.

Leaving it on my nightstand to charge, I went to my dresser to get some clean clothes, then hurried to the shower. As I walked through my bathroom door, I stubbed my toe on the doorjamb. I hopped around on one foot as tears rolled from my eyes.

“Fuck,” I growled as I sat down on the lid of the toilet to inspect my poor pinky toe. I’d peeled a few layers of skin back and it was bleeding like crazy.
Damn, that fucking hurts.

Once the bleeding stopped, I stepped into the shower, immediately turning the jets on to massage my back to try and relax. I sat on the shower seat for what felt like an hour. While I sat, I shaved my legs since I would be wearing a dress when we went out dancing.

Of course, I cut the hell out of myself right behind the knee where it hurt the worst. What else was going to happen? After my shower, I was getting a headache, so I took some ibuprofen. Deciding to take it easy the rest of the day, so I didn’t accidentally kill myself, I pulled on some clean pajamas then decided to watch a movie.

I was craving chocolate chip cookies and considered baking some, but the thought of burning my building down was not appealing to me. I settled for some cold cereal, spilling the milk while pouring it. I was going to make some coffee, but apparently, I was out of creamer.

Fuck my life right now.

My cereal tasted like cardboard, but I ate it anyway. I crawled back in bed under the covers to watch the movie, but it was a big mistake watching a sappy love story. I was bawling my eyes out as the credits rolled at the end. I flipped the television off and closed my eyes to take a nap.

I woke up several hours later, tired, but I had slept without dreaming so that was good. I rechecked my phone and the battery was fully charged. I had a voice mail from Andy and a few texts. I listened to the voice mail; he was wondering if I was okay, since he hadn’t seen or heard from me since work the previous day. The texts were much the same, except the last one asked if I was mad at him. I replied to his text.

My phone battery died. Not mad at you, I had a bad night. Today is not looking much better. TTYL.

I hit send, then decided I was hungry and needed some real food. I put a piece of chicken in the oven and made a salad. I didn’t burn the chicken or slice a finger off while making my salad. After I ate, I was still grouchy, so I found a book to read, turned on my iPod, and curled up on the couch. My eyelids grew heavy, and I wanted to close them for only a minute. Evidently, the minute turned in to hours.

When I woke up, it was eight-thirty. Jess and the rest of the girls were picking me up at nine-thirty. They rented a limo to drive us around to a few clubs. Will and Justin were going with us, as they were best friends with Jess too.

Because I only had an hour to get ready, I jogged to my room and proceeded to ram my shoulder against the doorjamb. Beginning to feel like the entire day had some sort of a vendetta against me, I decided I’d better slow down so I didn’t gouge my eyes out putting on my makeup, or light my hair on fire when I straightened it.

As I was slipping into my short, red, backless dress and high heels, the intercom buzzed. I gave myself a once over in the mirror.
Dang, I look good.
Especially considering all the crap that happened during the day and the mood I was in.

Tossing my cell, ID, and money into a tiny black purse, I rushed out the door. Fortunately, Will and Justin came out their door at the same time, and with their help, I made it down the stairs in one piece by linking my arms through theirs. We piled into the back of the limo and Sasha thrust a glass of champagne at me.

“Let’s party, bitches!” she shouted. I downed the whole glass in one swallow and held it out for someone to pour me another. I was ready to party after my shit-tastic day.

We hit a few clubs, danced, and drank. Justin brought all of us those crazy beaded necklaces with tiny penises in between the beads. We were wearing those, while Jess wore a cheesy veil and a sash that said “Bridezilla” on it. The rest of us ended up with white feather boas, even Will and Justin. I had a nice buzz going on, so I had no idea where they came from.

Our last stop for the night was going to be our favorite bar, Hooligans. Jerome, a former high-end, club bouncer from Hollywood owned it. He wanted to get away from the celebrity lifestyle and own a place where nobody was turned away at the door. There was no waiting in long lines outside, and no picking only the ‘it’
crowd to let in.

It had been ages since I’d been there, and I hadn’t realized how much I missed the place. We walked into the bar and it was packed wall to wall.

The enormous back room boasted a large dance floor, a booth for the DJ, and several booths with tables around the edges of the room. It also had a large bar, while out front there were tables, booths, and another bar. We called the week before and reserved the biggest booth for our get together.