Slade (5 page)

      Grabbing her hand, I lift it and slowly suck her wet fingers into my mouth, tasting her. I suck her fingers clean while looking her directly in the eyes.
Oh fuck.
My cock just got harder. “Damn, baby. You taste so good. I can fucking taste your frustration and need. Why not let me ease that frustration; show you what it’s like to have me taste you, suck you, and fuck you.”

      I smile against her fingers before placing my hand in the back of her hair and pulling her mouth towards mine. Just as I’m about to kiss her, she turns her head away and sidesteps around me. “Don’t call me baby and I shouldn’t have done that. Now get out so I can take a shower.”

      She looks away embarrassed as I lick my lips one last time, tasting her on my mouth. Without saying a word, I turn around and walk out of the bathroom.

     
I could tell by the nervous look on her face that even she can’t believe she just did that in front of me. I could also tell by the look in her eyes that she wanted me to stay. She wants me and I’m going to show her it’s okay to have me.

                          *       *       *

Two hours later and here I am, lean
ing against my motorcycle, watching with satisfaction as Aspen exits the house with a look of frustration. She looks so tense and . . . unpleased. Sickly enough, this pleases me.

      Ju
dging from her hour long shower, I would say she definitely couldn’t please herself without my help. That only gives me more reason to want to please her. To show her how I can make her feel.

      Crossing my legs in front of me I smile as she approaches and gives me a look so dirty, I might just need another shower. I don’t think she understands what that look does to me. It’s so fucking sexy. “
Did you have a good shower?” Tossing my helmet up, I catch it and hold it out for her to grab. “I would’ve finished you off; gave you the best orgasm of your life.”

      “Shut up,” she growls. Rolling her eyes she exhales while looking at the helmet in my hand. “Seriously? You want me to get on that?
Why not take the truck?”

     
Since she refuses to take the helmet, I slide it on her head and rev the engine. “Just get on. I don’t have all day.”

      She shakes her head once befor
e throwing her leg over the motorcycle and hopping on behind me. “You think this shit is funny, don’t you? What you did back there.”

      I look over my shoulder at her sullen face and smirk. “What?”

      “You know what I’m talking about. Don’t play stupid,
Slade
,” she growls. “You did that on purpose.”

      “What did I do? I want to fucking hear it.”

      She gives me a dirty look and runs her tongue over her teeth in frustration. “Nothing. Nothing at all, okay.”

      “All right. Then
, I apologize for doing nothing at all. Happy?”

      She lets out a
n exasperated huff before grabbing my shoulder with her left hand and placing her other hand behind her, keeping her distance. “Let’s just go. Kayla is waiting on me.”

     
“Grab my waist,” I say firmly. When she doesn’t make a move to grab me, I reach for both of her arms and wrap them around my waist. She stiffens as if she doesn’t know what to do. “Keep your arms around me. Got it.”

      If she’s not worried about her safety then she can fucking walk. It’s as simple as that.

      “Fine. Let’s just get this over with.” Locking her fingers around my waist, she tilts her head to the left. “Go down to the light and make a left. Then go ten blocks and make a right. All right. Be careful too. I want to actually make it there before she has to go to work.”

      Swallowing back my remark, I take of
f causing her to squeeze her arms around me for safety. I smile to myself, feeling the awkwardness in her touch. She definitely needs to loosen the fuck up and give into her needs.

    
After a few minutes of riding in silence her arms finally start to relax and I can feel them inching higher, getting closer to my chest.

      Every time I make a turn or pass someone, I can hear a little gasp
from her as my muscles tighten from below her hands. She’s trying hard to hide it, but I can tell she wants to explore. It gives me a fucking rush.

      About five minutes later, we pull up to a little white house to see her friend outside waiting on her. The red car from the other night is sitting in the driveway and it makes me wonder why she didn’t just ask her friend to pick her up
if she hates me so much.

      As soon as I stop the bike, she jumps off and takes my helmet off as f
ast as her fingers will allow her. She tosses it in my lap and scowls. “Thanks for the ride, jerk.”

      Smiling at her and her hot little friend, I slide the helmet on my head. “Anytime.
” I look down toward her pussy. “And thanks for the show.” I wink and she looks away embarrassed. I can feel her eyes burning into me as I take off. Hell, I don’t mind. She can undress me with her eyes anytime she wants.

                         *       *       *

  When I pull up at the bar, it’s completely empty. I toss my cigarette and jump off my motorcycle while looking around, preparing myself. This is a shit shift and you don’t make crap at this time. The bar opens at eleven, but really the business doesn’t take off until late at night when the entertainment comes in.

      I don’t mind doing Sarah favors, though, because she has a young child and I want her to be able to be there for him when it’s needed.
That shit is very important. If anyone else asked me to cover this crap shift, my answer would be hell to the mother fucking no.

      Now, I’ll be stuck here for the next few hours practically talking to myself and hoping for someone to stop in and entertain me. Not my idea of a good day. It gives you too much time to think.

      Hilary has already been here and has left. I can tell as soon as I unlock the back door and walk in. The lights are all turned on and the bar is set up and ready to go.

      Hilary is the owner. She’s an older woman, maybe in her early fifties. She only stops in once a day and usually it’s when no one is here. She’s good at what she does, though, and helps out whenever she can. I really like her as a person and a manager. She treats us well.

      A couple hours into my shift, a woman around my age, mid-twenties, finally comes into the bar and takes a seat in front of me.

      I’ve seen her in here a few times before and I have to admit that I’ve thought about taking her home. She’s a natural redhead with a small freckled nose, full lips and a nice set of breasts. She looks sexy as fuck in those tight little suit skirts. She has to work in some office somewhere. I like the thought of dirtying her. She looks like she needs a good fuck to relieve some of the tension she is carrying around.

      Taking a seat in front of me, she smiles and sets her purse down beside her. “I’m taking a quick break from work. Give me a drink of your choice. Anything will do.” Her eyes rake over my body as I reach for a glass and come her way. There’s a look saying she’s looking for what I call the fuck and fly; short and hard. It’s more of a business exchange between two people. I’m used to the look; prone to it. “I’m going to cut to the chase, okay. I don’t have a lot of time, but I have a little time.” She smirks while watching me with desperate eyes.

     
I’m listening . . .
       

      Reaching for a bottle of Jack, I pour it half way up and add a splash of coke and a little lime juice. It may be a little strong, but she looks like she can handle it. She looks like she can handle a lot of things.

      Setting the drink down in front of her, I lean over the bar as she reaches for my shirt and pulls me to her. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about your
dick
. I need to release some tension and I want you to
fuck
me. Can you do that? Nothing more. I’m a very busy woman.”

      I let my lips brush over her ear before whispering, “For the things I do, you would need a lot more than just a little time.” I place my hand behind her neck and pull her closer to my lips. “I would tie you up to my bed, blindfold you and devour your pussy with my tongue. Then when I was done, I would stand you up against my wall, bind your hands above you and fuck you until you can’t walk. I would tease you slowly at first to learn your body and what it wants. Then I would fuck you so hard and thoroughly you will never want another cock. I don’t think that is what you’re looking for. Trust me, it’s not easy moving on to just a quick lay after that.”

      A throat clears from nearby.

      “I see you’re still on the prowl, son.”

      Gritting my teeth, I pull away from the redhead and bring my eyes up to meet the one man I wish I could stay away from: my father. He’s more like the devil in a fucking suit. He’s standing there as if he’s so fucking perfect and can’t do any wrong. It pisses me the fuck off.

      “What are you doing here?” I begin finding things to do; pretending to be busy. The last thing I want to do is deal with him at the moment.

      Stepping up to the bar, he fixes his tie and takes a seat. “Do I need to have a reason to come see my son? We haven’t spoken in over two months.”

      Walking over to stand in front of him, I lean down and get in his face. “We both know why too. Don’t come in here acting as if it’s my fault. Get out of here with that shit.”

      “Son, calm down.” Pulling out his wallet he searches through it. “I’ll take a Scotch on the rocks.”

      Rolling my neck to keep my tongue in check,
I make him his fucking drink. I set it down in front of him and lean against the register while watching him sip on it.

      He makes a sour face while setting the glass back down. “I see not much has changed since the last time we’ve talked.” I watch him with anger while he adjusts his tie as if he’s better than me. “When will you realize this lifestyle
isn’t going to change anything? It won’t make things better.”

      Gripping the counter, I lean over the register and turn my head away. I can’t stand to look at him. “Don’t you fucking say it. I don’t need to hear thi
s shit. I’m fine with my life. Why don’t you get back to yours and stop worrying about mine? Don’t fucking judge me.”

      We both look over as the redhead slams back her drink and stands up. “I’m out, boys.” She looks at me and winks. “Maybe another time.”

      I don’t say anything. I just watch as she leaves. I’m glad, because she doesn’t need to hear this.

     
“You don’t think I’m concerned about my son? That I don’t see that you’ve thrown your life down the drain? It pisses me off.” He takes another sip and then scoots it across the bar. “You’re better than this. Just because-”

      “Don’t you fucking say it,” I growl out at him in warning and shake the counter.

      “I’m just telling you that there’s still meaning in your life and you need to find that again. The pain will never go away. I get that but-”

      “Fucking stop! Do you understand me?” My voice comes out firmly. “Don’t you say another fucking word about it. It’s done. Over. I’ve moved on.”

      Looking me in the eyes, he stands up and picks up his glass for me to see. “This is what you call moving on? A career as a bartender that strips on the weekends and has meaningless sex with any tramp you can slip your dick into. No, son. This is not moving on. It’s fucking numbing the pain.”

      Grinding my jaw, I swing my hand across the counter, knocking over the bottle of Scotch along with a bunch of other items like limes, straws, and cocktail napkins. “You just don’t know when to stop, do you? This is why we don’t talk. This is why I stay away. You won’t let me live.”
      Turning to leave, he stops and throws down some money. “No, I’m trying to help you live and stop being a piece of shit. Get your shit together before it’s too late. You’re twenty six years old for fucks sake. Act like it.”

      I hear him walking away, but I refuse to look his direction and show him just how worked up I am. He always fucking does this; acts as if he knows what I’m going through or how the fuck I feel and
should
feel. No one does.

      Fighting to catch my breath and calm down, I lean over the bar and grip the front of my hair in my hands. I feel like going fucking mad right now. Today is not a good day to think about this shit.

      I’m pissed. Pissed at my father and pissed at myself for knowing he’s right.

      Picking up a bottle of Vodka, I toss i
t across the room at the wall. It shatters against the wall, leaving the clear liquid dripping on the floor. It doesn’t do shit to calm me down though. So, I just stand there and stare at the ceiling.