Shouldn't Be (6 page)

He left the shower for a moment and threw the condom in the trash, then returned and began to wash himself.  He started to sing, and as he did, she moved her hands over his back, which was just as muscled as his front.  He shivered and stopped singing.  She moved her hands around to his stomach, and he groaned.

“Fuck, Lyn,” he moaned.  She noticed that he was hard again, and she couldn’t stop herself from rubbing his abs and thighs as it jerked and twitched for her.

“Are you peeing in the shower?” she asked incredulously, but she was also fascinated for some odd reason, and continued to watch until he finished.

“Everyone pees in the shower,” he said with a shrug.  “It’s good for athlete’s feet.”

“I don’t pee in the shower, and I don’t have athlete’s feet,” she giggled, as she grabbed his still hard cock in her hand.

“I don’t have any more condoms, and I could barely piss because you’ve still got me so hard I can’t fucking handle it.  You keep winding me up like I’m your favorite toy.”  He seemed angry as he said it, so she tried to pull her hand away.  “The only thing worse than being hard for you twenty-four-seven, would be you pulling away from me.”  He turned to face her, and her soapy hands glided over his throbbing member. 

She gazed up into his face as he stood there with an almost tortured expression.  She worked on it for several minutes, grabbing his balls and rubbing them too.  “Don’t you want to cum for me?” she asked, as the water splashed down over his perfect body.

“Hell yes,” he growled with his velvet voice, and shuddered as he came in her hand.  He braced himself against the walls of the shower.  “Fuck, I can’t handle you,” he murmured, as he pulled her into his body.

He kissed her hungrily, deeply, as if the only thing that mattered in the world was that moment, the two of them together.  She shivered as she felt him, still hard, against her stomach.  She didn’t know which scared her more, how much he seemed to want her, or that she wanted him just as much.

“You’re making me crazy.”  He made a noise between a laugh and a groan, and climbed out of the shower.  She stood in the warm water for several minutes, trying to calm down her emotions.  He might be making her crazy, too.

Chapter Five

“I don’t want to marry Mara,” he said to his father on the fifth hole.  “I don’t love her.”

“Jewish men don’t have to marry for love,” his father countered.  “Jewish men marry Jewish women.  Your mother and I have been married for thirty-seven years.  We have two beautiful children.”

Ruben grimaced when his father said it.  “You don’t love Mom?”

“Of course I do.  I grew into it.”  Levi Aronson teed up his ball, and positioned his club.

“Debora married a Catholic man.  You didn’t complain then,” Ruben reminded him, referring to his sister’s husband.

“Of course I complained.  But Debora has four babies, and they’re all Jewish.”

Ruben stared out onto the greens.  He didn’t even know how Lyn felt about him.  He was in limbo with her.  She wouldn’t answer his phone calls, but she showed up on Friday night to get fucked.  And she had a boyfriend.  What kind of girl was he falling for anyway?

“Your turn,” Levi called out. 

Ruben hated golf, but he played it to stay close to his dad.  He teed up his ball and swung.  For as much as he hated it, he wasn’t bad at it.  They climbed into the cart, and drove to the green.

“I refuse to marry her,” he said.  “I’ll break it off with her.”

“Then I will cut you off,” Levi shrugged.

“I don’t care.”

“And I’ll fire you,” he continued.

“I’ll go out on my own, form my own firm.”

“I’ll make sure you don’t get a single client,” Levi said spitefully.  “Do you remember how it ended with your last non-Jewish girlfriend?”

Of course his father would bring that up.  Ruben frowned. 

“If you want some Christian girl, make her your mistress.  But marry Mara.” 

For all Ruben knew about Lyn, she probably wouldn’t mind being around to get screwed occasionally.  He’d buy her nice gifts, take her to nice hotels, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk the next day.

* * *

The next evening Mandy had to work, so Kaitlyn went to the bar alone.  She dressed up for him that evening.  She even had her nails done after work, fire engine red.  She also had a blow out, and a facial.  She felt pretty when she put on her favorite little black dress and expensive black heels.  The dress showed too much cleavage, but she was sure that Ben would love it.

Ben was onstage by himself when she arrived.  He sang and played his guitar, and he was incredible.  The songs he sang were all sad, wistful love songs.  She felt sad as she listened to them, because she felt like they were all for her.  He didn’t even look at her though, until he left the stage.  Several girls tried to get his attention, but he ignored them all and walked straight to her.

“Where are Bobby and Tommy?” Kaitlyn enquired as he sat down beside her.

“They got into a fight and Bobby punched Tommy.  I don’t know.”  He frowned when he said it.  “Who needs them anyway?”

She could sense he wasn’t himself, or at least not the Ben she’d gotten to know.  “Do you want to talk about it, or?”

“Let’s just get out of here,” he said.  She followed along behind him; he didn’t even take her hand and escort her out.

She felt bad about him spending all that money on a hotel the evening before, but she still couldn’t invite him to her place.  She didn’t know him well enough yet.

“I’ll spring for a hotel tonight,” she offered.  He gazed at her as if she spoke a foreign language.  “I mean, because you did last night.”  He didn’t answer.  He just stared out into nothing.  “It was nice.  Thank you for doing that, and for spending all that money on me.  It was very thoughtful.”

He turned toward her then, but his eyes were different somehow.  “I still have the room.  I’m checking out tomorrow.”

“Okay, good,” she said.  She didn’t offer to pay again. 

He was totally different.  When they arrived at the room, he had a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge.  He took it out, opened it, and poured a glass for her.  There was no kissing, or physical contact.  He just sat down on the couch.  He closed his eyes, and leaned his head back.  Perhaps he was tired.

When her dad was like that, her mom gave him a massage.  She took several sips of her wine, then sat the glass down.  She approached him slowly.  He didn’t move.  She stood behind the couch, placed her hands on his forehead, and gently rubbed both hands to either side.

He looked up at her with shock, but he said nothing.  She gave him a sweet smile, and continued.  She rubbed his forehead, his temples, and his hair.  After doing that silently for several minutes, she reached down to massage his shoulders and neck.  He leaned forward to allow her better access.

“Take off your shirt,” she said gently.

“Are you sure?”  His tone was different.  She didn’t understand it.

“Yes,” she said lightly.  He slowly unbuttoned and removed it.  His body really was a marvel, all sinewy muscle and dark skin.  She continued to rub his shoulders and his back, not that she knew what she was doing.  But he didn’t complain.

“Take off your pants,” she ordered.  His hazel eyes became slits, but he didn’t question her.  She walked around to the front of the couch as he did it.  He was hard and erect.  He moved to sit down again, but she grabbed his hips and stopped him.

She bent down on her knees in front of him, and cupped one hand around the base of his erection.  He growled something she didn’t understand.  And when her lips touched his already wet head, he hissed loudly.

He was so big it wasn’t easy to take it all in her mouth, so she licked and sucked the length, getting it wet enough to rub with her hands.  He was completely silent, but he observed every move she made.

“Do you want me?” she whispered, as she stuck her tongue out to lick the wetness at the tip.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned.

“Good, because I’m going to fuck your brains out.”  She smirked as she pushed him onto the couch.  She removed her panties and her dress while he watched.  He still had that look in his eyes she didn’t understand, but when she was naked he couldn’t contain himself any longer.  He pulled her toward him and buried his face in her.  He licked her until her knees were wobbly and she could barely stand.

That’s when he picked her up and carried her to the bed.  He bent her over the bed and took her from behind, shoving all of himself into her, and finding that spot hidden away just for him.  After he made her orgasm a dozen more times, they both collapsed onto the bed.  He pulled her against him, and she was enveloped in his gorgeous body.  “Do you want me?” he asked as he brushed her hair off her face.

“Yes,” she answered truthfully.  “Why do you keep asking me?”

“Because I feel like I want you so much that I’m almost not giving you a choice,” he admitted.  Then he kissed her shoulder.  “I want you so much it scares me.”

“Don’t worry, it’s my choice,” she insisted as she wrapped his hands in hers.

When she woke up the next morning, he was gone.

* * *

She wondered in the back of her mind what had happened.  She called down to the front desk before she left to make sure the bill was paid, and was told it was taken care of.  Then as the day progressed, she realized that she shouldn’t worry about his money situation. He was an adult, and could make his own financial decisions.  She wanted to discuss it with her mother after brunch, but instead they had pedicures at a shop near the restaurant, while her father read the newspaper.

She wanted that so much.  She wanted to be in love like her parents.  They did things for each other, and built a home and a life around it.  Her mother didn’t complain that she cooked dinner when she wasn’t working the evening shift, and her father didn’t complain about mowing the grass, taking out the trash, and doing all of the other guy stuff like changing the oil in the car.  They both accepted their part in the relationship happily.

She could never see having that with Alex.  And after having the best sex she’d ever had in her life with an almost complete stranger, she knew that the problem in their relationship wasn’t her, it was Alex.  She would tell him, she decided, as she had a glass of wine and read a novel before bed.  She glanced down at her phone before she went to sleep to make sure Ben hadn’t texted her and she’d missed it.  She went to sleep thinking of Ben.

* * *

The office was eerily quiet when Kaitlyn arrived the next morning.  “What’s going on?” she asked one of the other junior associates at the coffee maker.

“Levi Aronson had a heart attack,” he said.  “He’s only sixty-five.  There’s talk that he’ll retire, and his son will replace him.”

Kaitlyn frowned as she returned to her office.  She had no idea how to act when a partner in her law firm had a heart attack.  She’d need to call her mother and get the proper etiquette for this situation.  She’d never met the man or his partner, so she couldn’t say she was upset about it.

Her phone chimed.  She knew it wasn’t Alex; he might as well have fallen off the face of the world.  She hadn’t heard from him since he went to the basketball camp.

I’m sorry I left you so suddenly.  It was a family emergency.  I’ll explain more later.  Ben.

* * *

She spent the next three days sadly free of Ben’s pestering.  She’d only spent two weekends with him, or four nights to be exact.  She missed him, but she wouldn’t admit it to him.  She spent her free time doing yoga and reading.

Eventually she texted Mandy, and asked her out to dinner so they could complain about men.  “Have you seen or heard from Bobby?”

“No, not a damn thing,” Mandy grumbled, and sipped on her daiquiri.

“What is wrong with men?” 

“They’re stupid.  I mean look at us.  We’re both strong, beautiful, and independent women.  Why don’t we have men all over us?”  Kaity shrugged.  Mandy continued.  “Speaking of stupid men, tell me what’s going on with Alex.”

“I don’t have any idea what’s going on with Alex,” Kaitlyn admitted.  “I see him like, once a week, and I never hear from him other than that.”

“Do you think he’s seeing someone else?”

“Probably, I don’t know.”  Kaitlyn sighed.  “How else would you explain it?”

“I think he is a fucking moron,” Mandy said seriously.  “Do you ever think you and I should get together?”

“Maybe, before I met Ben,” Kaitlyn smirked. 

“So if you and I are still alone in three years, we’ll be together, okay?” 

“Okay.”  Mandy looked shocked, but only because she didn’t know if Kaitlyn was serious.  “Let’s get you home. I think you’re hammered.”

When Kaitlyn dropped Mandy off at her apartment, Mandy looked her right in the eyes, grabbed her cheeks, and kissed her lips.  They’d done it before, lots of times.  But this time felt different.  Mandy pulled away and grinned happily, then hurried up to her apartment. 

Finally on the fourth day, when she assumed that Ben had forgotten about her, he texted her. 

I’m going crazy.  I need to see you.

She smiled with relief when she got the message.  She didn’t answer immediately.  She made him wait five minutes. 
When and where?

Ray’s, around seven?

Sounds fine,
she replied.
 
Then she realized she had to plan an outfit, and she hadn’t washed her hair that morning, and it would take forever to blow out.  So she scrambled to call the salon to find out if they could fit her in.

Why was she trying so hard to look good for him?  She pondered the thought as she stared into the mirror, watching the stylist give her hair a look that said she didn’t need to go to the salon to look this fabulous.  She carefully did her make-up, and dressed in jeans so tight that they looked painted on, and a loose shirt that barely reached her waist.  She didn’t know why she had to look so good for him.  She just did.

* * *

At seven, she drove her expensive convertible into the parking lot of the bar.  She easily found his truck, and pulled in beside it.  She should have taken a cab, she thought at the last minute.  But she parked the car and climbed out.  She leaned up against the side of it, waiting for him to exit the truck.

He frowned at her as he stepped down out of the cab of his beat up vehicle.  For some reason he knew in the back of his mind that the car was hers.  It was the way Mandy tried to hand the keys to Lyn, and she’d refused them. 

“Nice car,” he said when he leaned against his own truck, facing her.  “How does a waitress afford a car like that?”

She chuckled then. 

He wrapped his arms around his chest defensively.  He didn’t like her nervous laugh at all.  “Did your boyfriend buy it?” 

She laughed even harder.  If he only knew, she thought.  Alex didn’t even buy his own dinner when they went out.   

“Stop doing that,” he groaned, and kicked his foot against his door. 

“I’m sorry, it’s a nervous habit.”  She cleared her throat and glanced down at her expensive shoes.  “No, my boyfriend didn’t buy my car.  He’s a med student.”