Shouldn't Be (2 page)

Chapter Two

“Hi.”  She turned toward a voice that sounded like dark honey.  He took the empty barstool beside her, the other taken by Mandy.  The singer decided to sit beside her.

“Hello,” Kaitlyn replied.  Her eyes drank in his face, from the scruffy cheeks, to the full pink lips and exceedingly high cheekbones, to stop at his eyes.  She was still unsure of their color. She’d believed they were hazel when she was standing at the bar, but up close they looked different.  Were they brown or green?  Were those flecks amber or gold?  And how could they possibly hold up those long, thick eyelashes?

“Thanks for the drinks,” he said after he scanned her face too.  “Can I buy you one?  What are you drinking?”  As he said it, he waved at the bartender, but his eyes didn’t leave hers.

“Um, no thanks,” she said as she shook her head.  “I’ve had enough, as Ray reminded me twenty minutes ago.” 

The bartender simply smirked when he heard what she said.  “I don’t want any guys taking advantage of you because you’re drunk.  Unless it’s me, of course,” he said with a grin. 

Ruben frowned.  “I’d like another jack and coke, please,” he said to the bartender.  Then he turned to Kaitlyn.  “And you can take advantage of me all you want.”  He said it with a chuckle, but his eyes said he was serious.

“I still have plenty, thanks,” Kaitlyn said when Ray turned toward her.  He nodded, and proceeded to mix the drink.

“He’s hitting on you pretty hard, huh?”  Ruben asked when the bartender walked away to serve another customer. 

“Not too bad,” she grinned wickedly. 

They sat silently for several moments. Ruben simply stared at the unique beauty sitting in front of him.  Her hair curled at her ear, and she shoved it away from her neck.  He never had the urge to bite someone before, but he wanted to sink his teeth into her white throat and leave dark red marks, so everyone would know.  He gazed longingly at it, and mentally trailed the path that the bright blue veins made over her chest.

“What’s your name?”  She finally asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“Ben Key,” he said automatically.  “And yours?”

“Lyn,” she responded after a short pause. 

The bartender turned quickly when he heard it, but said nothing.  He did, however, give a peculiar look to the girl he’d been flirting with all evening.

“This is Mandy,” she said as she grabbed her friend’s attention, “and I’m Lyn.” 

“He’s cute.”  Mandy smiled brightly and kissed Kaitlyn’s cheek, leaving her lip gloss behind.  But she turned immediately back toward the singer who chatted her up.

“Ben and Lyn,” she mused.  “How likely is that?”

“Not very,” he sighed.  “There’s something I need to tell you.” 

“What’s that?”  She smiled at him again.  Her teeth were perfect and white, her lips a glossy bronze, and she had a dimple in her left cheek. 

“You have to be the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on.”  Sincerity and honesty weren’t the first words that came to mind while describing a lawyer, and he knew that he could stretch the truth with the best of them.  But at that point, he couldn’t have been more truthful.  She had an innocence about her, and she looked so damn young.  “How old are you?  Are you even old enough to be in this bar?”

“I’m twenty-five.  In four weeks I’ll be twenty-six,” she informed him, and she arched her eyebrow for punctuation.

He leaned forward, close enough to smell her shampoo.  “I want to taste your skin, Lyn,” he whispered in her ear.  “I want to lick every inch of you.”

She closed her eyes as his honeyed voice dripped over her senses.  Her clenched stomach muscles finally released, and a million butterflies escaped. 

“Are your panties wet now?  Because I want to lick them too.” 

This time when he spoke, he reached out to lightly stroke the back of her hand.  His skin was rough with calluses, from the strings of the guitar.  It felt coarse against her soft skin, and all she could think about was those fingers on her nipples.  They were hard immediately, and she quivered as goose bumps covered her arms.

“Let’s go somewhere private, pretty Lyn, so I can kiss you.”  His lips encountered the bare flesh of her shoulder, and he left several kisses there.  “You smell like pomegranate.”

“It’s my favorite,” she admitted.  “I’m surprised you could identify it.”

“I love pomegranates.  They’re probably my favorite fruit.”  He arched an eyebrow; proud he could surprise her.

“They’re hard to eat, though,” she said with a shrug. 

“But worth the effort.”  He smiled, and his fingertips moved up and down her arm. 

Mandy was still chatting with the guy beside her.  What if she stood up and walked toward the bathroom.  Would he follow?  She’d made out with guys in bathrooms plenty of times.  What would one more hurt? 

She turned her head toward him, and encountered the most emotion she’d ever seen in any man’s eyes.  What exactly did this man want from her?  The expression on his face said he could devour her, and it turned her on.

“I’m going to go find the ladies’ room.”  She said it as a challenge.  She stood up then, and walked toward the restrooms.  Her hips swayed back and forth when she walked, and her hair bounced around her shoulders.  And when she was half way to her destination, she turned back to him.  “Coming?”  She mouthed the word. 

He watched the door close behind her, finished his drink, and then stood up.  He had to shove at his crotch, because his rock hard cock was twisted the wrong way.  Oh, he was definitely coming.

* * *

She stared at herself in the mirror for several moments as she waited.  She wasn’t twenty anymore.  She had a boyfriend.  She was a lawyer for God’s sake.  She heard the door open, and close quietly.  Then she heard the lock click into place.  A few seconds later and his rough hands were on her shoulders, pulling her back against him.

“Are you too drunk for this?”  His words trailed over the back of her neck.

“No, I’m not drunk,” she replied, although at that point she almost wished she was.  It would explain why she was doing this.  She watched him in the mirror.  He wasn’t real, she concluded.  He looked like a male model, played guitar like a rock star, and had the voice of an angel.

“Can I kiss you, Lyn?”  He moved her hair out of the way, and rubbed his lips against her neck. 

She felt as if she’d never been touched before.  The electric shocks she felt when he caressed her were a completely new experience.  Her nipples were even harder, so hard it almost hurt.  His hands moved gently up and down her arms, and the hairs there stood on end.  “Yes, please.”  It was a moan, a sigh, a prayer.

“Turn round,” he ordered.  As she did, her rear came into contact with his front.  “Shit,” he exclaimed as he felt himself growing harder still.  “Wait,” he murmured.  “Stay there.”  He grabbed her hips and pulled her soft bottom against his engorged member.

She exhaled loudly when she felt how big it was. 

“You like that?”  He asked as his lips trailed over her neck.  She nodded and closed her eyes.  “Touch it.” 

She didn’t know if it was a dare, or a request.  She did it though.  She reached around and grabbed the front of his jeans, feeling its size.  Everything about him was unreal.  Normal guys just weren’t that big.  He was huge.

He groaned when he felt her rubbing his most sensitive area.  All he could think of at that moment was getting it out in the open to touch her lovely skin.  “Turn around, let me kiss you.”

She finally did as he asked.  Her hands found his shoulders, which weren’t that wide but were hard and sturdy.  He waited for a moment, until she opened her eyes and looked up at him.

“I swear, I’ve never seen anyone like you,” he said as he leaned toward her.  Their lips touched, and pressed.  His hands found her hair, and drew her in closer still.  Her breasts molded against his chest.  He moaned deep in his throat as his tongue escaped to taste her gloss.  It was cotton candy.  He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, savoring the flavor as he did. 

Her hands moved down his firm chest, over a stomach that was far too flat, then back to explore the girth between his legs.  He fumbled to extricate his fingers from her flowing locks, and wasn’t any more nimble when he tried to unbutton his fly.  When it was open, and his cock sprung out of its prison, his tongue invaded her mouth.

It was so big, and so wet.  She knew he was extremely turned on; by her.  He had been drinking too.  Didn’t that make it harder for a guy to get an erection?  All she knew was it took both hands to handle his manhood.  She rubbed the head between the heels of her hands, feeling it getting slicker as she did.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum,” he groaned.  She’d only fondled him for about a minute, and he felt his balls tightening.  She made him feel like a teenager, like he had no control over his own reactions.  “Wait,” he sighed, and took a step away.  “I need a minute.”

She couldn’t stop herself from looking at it.  The head was huge, nearly the size of her fist, and it was as pink as his lips.  Her eyes grew wide as she glanced up from it to find his gaze.  His cheeks were red.  He was embarrassed, but by what, she didn’t know.  He had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about.

They suddenly heard a knock.  “Shit,” he said, and took a second to look around.  He just about came in a dirty bathroom, with a girl he barely knew, after he’d only kissed her and she’d just barely touched his cock.  What the fuck was happening to him?  “I’m sorry,” he said as he tucked himself back in his pants.  “This is…”

“I know,” she murmured.  Her cheeks felt hot then; she was blushing too.  What was she thinking?  That a guy like him was so taken with her that he was about to…  To what?  Have sex with her in the bathroom of a bar?

“Wait,” he said as he stopped what he was doing.  He reached out to touch her hand, and just that simple movement made his cock jerk again.  “I don’t want to do this here.” 

The knock came again.  “Hey, girlfriend, are you in there?”  It was Mandy. 

She turned to make sure he was decent, and shook her head quickly.  “Yes, hold on,” she called out.  “Don’t tell anyone about this,” she insisted hurriedly.  She reached out to unlock the door.

“Let’s go to a hotel,” he offered.  “I don’t want this to stop.  I’m so hard for you I’d do anything.”  She was against the door then, and his lips were on her neck right under her ear.  “I want you so bad.  I don’t think you understand.”  He ground himself against her ass, hoping to get a small amount of relief.

Mandy knocked louder.  “What are you doing in there?”  She said it with a giggle, as if she already knew.

“Please, come to a hotel with me.  I want to make love to you over and over.”  She felt guilty all of a sudden as she pulled the lock and opened the door. 

Mandy’s keen brown eyes took in the scene quickly.  He jumped away from Kaitlyn.  Her white cheeks were flushed, and her lipstick was gone.  Mandy could see remnants of it on his lips.  “You both look like teenagers caught by your parents giving a goodnight kiss.” 

“I, um…”  Ruben began, but had no idea what to say to the two girls staring at him.

“Yea, we were kissing.  So what?”  Kaitlyn’s voice went up several octaves when she spoke.  “It’s not like we’ve never done it before.”  She glanced from Ben to Mandy.

“Well I know
we’ve
done it before,” Mandy laughed it off.  But she saw something in the guy’s eyes, a deep yearning that shocked her.  “Should I leave you two alone?”

“No,” Kaitlyn said immediately, just as Ruben said, “Yes.”

Kaitlyn couldn’t get away from him fast enough.  But he caught up to her immediately.  “We can go anywhere you want.  We can go back to your place if you’d feel more comfortable.”  She looked horrified at the thought.  “Or I can drive you back to your place and we can talk in the car.”  She didn’t react any better to that idea.  “I’ll share a cab with you.  We won’t have to be alone.  Just…”

“I have to work tomorrow,” Kaitlyn said hurriedly.

“Where do you work?”  He wondered aloud, anything to get her talking. 

She glanced behind him to Mandy.  “Papa’s Italian Ristorante,” she lied easily.  Mandy looked slightly amused.

“Okay,” he exhaled.  “I’ll be here tomorrow night.  We have another set.  Will you come?  Please say you’ll be here too.”

She fleetingly thought of Alex.  She looked at Mandy, who nodded excitedly.  “I don’t know.”

“I’d like to see you here, if you want to come.”  He had no idea why in the hell he just kept talking.  But he meant every word of it.

“We’ll see,” she said.  She walked toward the entrance, and he followed along with her.  Luckily they were on Main Street, and several cabs drove past.  She raised her hand and one stopped. 

Before she could open the door, he grabbed her hand and refused to let go.  “Here, tomorrow?”  He asked again hopefully. 

“Sure,” she nodded. He opened the door to the cab, and kissed her quickly before she climbed in, then closed the door for her.  He waved as the cab drove away, but she didn’t turn around to look back.