Pinned Up (Pinned Up Trilogy) (13 page)

“You wash your filthy mouth when you mention my Christian!” I yell.

“For someone who has such an ‘adult’ job during the day and a sexy, fun profession as a pin-up model, you sure can behave like one of those teeny bop girls when it comes to your fictional loves.” Kade winks at me.

“Baby, you truly are cuckoo. You know that, right? I don’t care if you do have a few screws loose; I still like you and think you’re sexy.” Josh smiles sweetly at me and kisses my nose.

“Okay, but don’t say we didn’t warn you.” I can’t help but laugh. “So, can I get your keys?”

“Fine, but hurry back.” He gives me a peck on the lips.

As I leave the bar, immediately, I feel the cold crisp air brush against my skin. My poorly lit surrounding gives me a restless feeling as I’m walking to Josh’s truck. I turn around and realize no one is nearby, everyone is indoors watching the game. I’m not sure why I feel so paranoid, but decide not to question it and start walking faster to my destination. The truck is parked slightly over a block away from the bar. Luckily, the truck’s inside light automatically turns on when I open the door so I’m not left searching in the dark. While I’m standing outside the truck stretching my arm underneath the seat trying to find my phone, I feel Josh grab my ass.
Shit! He scared me. Asshole!

I turn to face and go off on him.
What the fuck? The Tiger’s fan? Creepy pervert dude? Huh?

“What the hell? Get the fuck away from me…NOW!” I yell at the stranger as my mind is running a mile a minute.

Creepy pervert dude doesn’t move. Instead, he just leers at me with a lewd and lascivious expression planted on his face. He continues to block my exit. He’s about six feet tall, with a burly build, light skin, and has stubble along his jaw. He appears to be in his mid-thirties. As he gets closer to me, his eyes immediately catch my attention. They’re a light blue color, but his pupils are extremely dilated.
Fuck. He’s on something.

Besides the keys, I don’t have anything that I can use as a weapon. He’s in too close proximity to kick or punch him with as much force as I can conjure up. I get creative; I close my fists and position the long part of the key to come out between my middle and ring fingers. If things get physical, I’ll kick and punch him, making him feel the key first with every hit I land. Assuming I actually make contact, that is. Hopefully, the situation won’t escalate to that, but one never knows.
Get him talking. Kill time.

Once again, he moves closer to me no longer leaving any space between us. I’m completely backed up against the inside of the truck. I panic and lose composure. “I guess you didn’t hear me the first time, get the fuck away from me!” I scream in his face and try to push him away.

“You sure are a pretty and feisty little cunt.” He breathes heavily along my ear. His breath is foul and reeks of hard liquor. “Why are you being a dick tease? I saw you checking me out earlier.” He runs his eyes slowly from my face down to my chest.

“Get the fuck away from me, you delusional prick!” This time, I yell from the top of my lungs. Instantly, I feel a blow to the left side of my face causing me to feel dazed.

No. Not this again. Please, God…help me
.

I feel a hand on my neck and the rapid pressure and squeeze of it. I try to fight him off, but he’s too strong. I fail. Terror consumes me as I’m gasping for air.

“I’ll give you a reason to scream, you fucking cunt!” I think I hear him say.

Within moments, my neck is released. Although my neck is in pain, that first breath of air is overwhelming, yet the best feeling in the world. I try to stand, but my body is still in shock and I can’t seem to move or focus. Slowly, I manage to sit up. Vaguely, I see two figures, one in a white shirt and the other in black fighting. I close my eyes and open them gently in an attempt to clear my view. That’s when I see Josh throwing the dirty creepy bastard on the ground and slamming his head against the concrete.

Alarm strikes me and realize that Josh is about to kill this guy. “Josh! Get away from him! Get in the truck and let’s go!” I yell out with a raspy voice.

Josh slowly stands, gives the guy a few final kicks on his ribs, and leaves his limp body on the ground. As he gets in the driver’s seat, I hand him the keys. We take off; the roar of his truck surprisingly brings me relief.

“Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?” Josh asks extremely agitated, but with concern deep in his striking features.

“No, I’ll be fine.” I can’t face him; instead, I look at the busy city life we’re rapidly evading.

“Damn, Nina!” Josh runs his fingers through his hair while clenching his jaw. “Why can’t you fuckin’ listen? Why must you always insist on things being your own damn way? You’re so fuckin’ stubborn!” He yells.

His words and tone feel like a slap on the face that won’t stop stinging. Although he’s right and has every right to scold me for not listening to him, I can’t help but feel hurt. I’m afraid to say anything. The tension in the car is unendurable.

As we continue to drive in uncomfortable reticence, Josh appears to be searching for something or someone. Finally, while we’re on Mission Street, he pulls over, gets out, and uses a payphone briefly. Then, he makes a call using his cellphone.
That’s strange.
I use this time to text Emme and Kade to let them know that Josh and I left so they wouldn’t worry.

When Josh gets in the car, he’s silent. He drives for a while, parks at a marina, and finally speaks. “When I used the payphone, I left an anonymous tip with the police regarding that piece of shit. I’m so sorry for not protecting you, baby. I shouldn’t have let you walk out by yourself. I knew better, yet I let you go out alone. I hate myself for not going with my instinct.” Josh says with great sorrow.

I’m confused. “What? None of this would’ve happened had I listened to you. This whole situation is my fault! You feel bad for not protecting me? You did! You should be mad at me. I thought you were and that’s why you weren’t speaking to me.”

“Valentina, this man put his hands on you. So, no. I didn’t protect you in time. I became restless as soon as you left, I had to make sure you were okay. That’s when I heard you screaming and ran towards the truck. When I saw him choking you, all I saw was red. I wanted to kill him. Seeing him touch my lady—” Josh’s cell rings and interrupts our conversation.
My lady.

Josh is on the phone for several minutes. He finally gets off and faces me. “The guy was taken to the hospital. He has a serious concussion and fractured ribs. An officer ran a check on him due to an anonymous tip indicating he attempted to rape someone. The police found out that he’s a parolee from Michigan, violated parole, hasn’t registered as sex offender since his release from prison, and has a bench warrant out for his arrest. He had meth on his person and high blood alcohol content in his system. Upon his release from the hospital, he’ll be taken into custody, and most likely, extradited back to Michigan. The police aren’t too concerned with his assault.”

Thank you, Lord.
My jaw drops. “How do you know all this information?”

“I know people in high and low places.” Josh winks at me.

Relief washes over me. “I was worried about you getting in trouble. I hope nothing comes of this situation and that we can leave this night behind us.”

“Again, I’m sorry you had to go through such a traumatic experience.” Then, Josh gives me a perplexed look. “So, wait…You were worried about me and not concerned about the guy?” Josh asks with a curious smirk on his face.

“No, I wasn’t nervous for him. Fuck him! During the past hour, I’ve been contemplating different scenarios I could tell the cops to leave you out of this whole mess. You defended me, you’ve done enough, I wasn’t about to let you get caught up in this problem because of me.” I’m dead serious.

“You’d lie to the police for me?” He looks at me with awe.

“Of course. I didn’t wish that man any harm, but he crossed me, so now he can go fuck himself and rot in prison for the rest of his life. I definitely won’t lose sleep over what he did to me. Fuck his bitch ass; I refuse to give him that satisfaction. I’m just glad you were there for me. I’m sorry for being so vulgar, but the thought of you being arrested has me restless.” I lean closer to Josh and softly caress his jawline.

“Hey, all will work out just fine. Please don’t worry. Use all the profanity you want, I think it’s sexy when you’re all riled up. If I had to do this again, I would. You’re mine and I will do everything in my power to always protect you. Do you understand that?” His gaze is intense. I feel my heart beat rapidly.
Oh, my…I could get lost in those entrancing hazel eyes forever.

I snap out of my reverie. “I’m yours?” I question as I swallow hard, trying my best to contain my enthusiasm and confusion for willingly wanting to give myself to him.

“Yes. You. Mine. End of discussion.” He pronounces without giving me the opportunity to debate his claim.

“Wow. You sound so barbaric, like such a caveman.” I smile.
I like it!

He gives me that boyish grin while slightly showing off his perfect white teeth. “I don’t hear you complaining. I’m a rookie when it comes to relationships. I’ve never been involved in one, but I can’t stand the thought of seeing you with someone else or allowing them to touch you. I want to be a part of your life, make you happy, know you inside out, and be the only one who gets to savor your body.” He pauses and then asks, “So, will you be my lady?”

He makes my heart melt. I unbuckle my seat belt and respond by giving him a long passionate kiss. In between kisses, I say, “Yes. Now…let’s go back…to your place.” I slightly back away and ask for confirmation, “So, it’s just us now?”

“Yeah, baby. Just us.” He replies and gently kisses the bruise on my face.

I’m beaming with joy. I feel ecstatic knowing we’re committed to each other even though we just recently met. I’m with him because I want to be with him, not because I need him. There’s a difference. He makes me feel safe and secure, although I love the feeling and appreciate his protectiveness, I take comfort in knowing that I can still hold my own if necessary. I never want to be a woman who’s with someone because she needs them or loves them more than she does herself. I won’t let that happen. With that in mind, I embrace my relationship with Josh and open my heart to him.

Driving back to his house, we listen to the radio and find out the Giants won the World Series. We’re both thrilled; I move closer to give him a kiss, celebrating our team’s victory. It was meant to be a quick peck, but immediately turns hot and heavy. I can’t wait to be all over him. The radio station starts playing the song, “Superwoman” by Lil’ Mo featuring Fabolous. I back away from him and slightly lower the volume. “I know you want me to be your lady, but for this moment, can I be your dirty whore?” I ask.

“Whaaaaat? Baby, I swear, I love it when you make my dick tingle. You can be whatever you want as long as you’re just mine. I don’t fuckin’ share.”
Mmm…territorial. Why does that turn me on?

“Good. Because I want you to fuck my mouth while you’re driving. I want to feel the tingle for myself.” I slowly lick my bottom lip and grasp it with my teeth. “Besides, I brought a treat.” I pull out a packet of Pop Rocks candy. “I clearly recall you mentioning something about me licking this candy off your butt cheeks. Well, instead I’ll be sucking you while the candy explodes in my mouth.”

His jaw drops slightly from the bluntness of my words. I laugh at his expression. I turn up the radio, unbutton, and unzip his pants. I position myself on my knees hovering above him. I’ve never done this before, but I rise to the challenge. I eagerly caress his hard erection and release him from his boxers. I open the candy packet and pour the crystal-like sweet particles into my mouth. Immediately, the candy begins to sizzle and pop on the top of my tongue. Hungrily, I work my way down. I lick his shaft from the base up and twirl my tongue around the tip while the candy continues to fizzle. I take all of him inside my mouth, feeling the tingling sensation, and begin stroking his base with my right hand as I suck. I back away for an instant and spit on his dick. Although the left side of my face is in pain from being struck, I’m still enjoying the moment. All I want is to please him, I continue sucking him up and down while stroking and twisting his base. His moans become more intense.

“Babe, I love having your fat dick inside my mouth…You taste so good…My lips can’t get enough of you…I want you to cum in my mouth…I want to savor every drop of you.” I say in between sucking him.

“Baby, your mouth feels like heaven. I absolutely love fucking your mouth and pretty soon you’re gonna make me nut.” He has my hair twisted around his fingers and his palm over my head directing me to go lower down his shaft. I increase my speed, feel his body tighten, and hear his breathing escalate. I revel in the power I have over making my man weak with just the touch of my mouth. I feel the explosion of his warm, milky juice and swallow. Once he’s done, I back away from him licking my lips.

“You’re amazing.” Josh pulls me close to him and kisses my lips. I can’t help but smile. “As soon as we get to my house, it’s my turn to devour you all night.”

He keeps his word by relishing me until dawn.

The next morning, Josh drops me off at home on his way to work. I call my supervisor, inform her I’m not feeling well, but will be in the office by noon. It isn’t really a lie; my body feels sore from all the good fucking Josh gave me and the left side of my face is now black and purple due to the hard punch I endured from the piece of shit. Mondays are usually busy, so I force myself to work at least half the day.

I shower and put on some shorts and a tank top. I want to relax for the next two hours before I get ready for work. I decide to check up on Kade to ensure he arrived home safely. I knock lightly on his bedroom door. Since there’s no answer, I open it. Shock consumes my mental state and body. It takes a few seconds to register and comprehend the scenario in front of me.