CHAPTER ELEVEN
Lindsey and Ice
LINDSEY
After breakfast, John grabbed my hand and dragged me from the diner, hoisting me up into the truck. Truth be told, I was grateful because I was so full I wasn’t sure I would be able to bend in any way, shape, or form. He drove first to the grocery store where he proceeded to buy practically every piece of food in the store. Seriously, the bill was outrageous, but I wasn’t going to say anything. That food would ensure that I wouldn’t be starving anytime soon. After that, we went to the AT&T store where he bought me an iPhone, something I protested greatly, but he wasn’t having it. “John, all I need is a flip phone. I don’t need an $800 phone.” “Well, now you can do all the shit that you probably did before. It’s cheaper than buying you a computer.” It made sense. “Fine, but just so you know, I’m keeping a running total of how much you’ve spent on me and I’m paying you back when my money comes through.” “Fine,” he said in irritation. We drove through town in silence until I shouted for him to stop. There was an old Victorian house with a For Sale sign out front. It was gorgeous. It definitely needed some work on the outside and I had no idea what the inside looked like, but this was exactly what I wanted for a B&B. I pulled out my new phone and took a picture of the sign with all the contact information, smiling to myself that I was finally excited about something. Even if I technically couldn’t afford it at the moment. “What’s with the house?” John asked. “It’s perfect, don’t you think?” “It’s a fucking dump.” “But with some work, it would be a great bed and breakfast.” “You want people to stay there?” he asked incredulously. “It looks like it belongs on Ghost Hunters.” “If I fixed it up, it would be gorgeous. It just needs a little TLC.” “It’s needs a fucking match and gasoline.” I glared at him, but he just rolled his eyes. “What about your old property? Are you thinking of sticking around?” I shrugged. “I don’t know. I hadn’t really thought about it. I just saw the house and knew it was what I wanted.” “What about your old town? Nobody you’ll miss back there?” I snorted and laughed slightly. “You mean the hotel manager that looked at me like I was dirt? Or the waitress that called me a homewrecker?” “What was that about anyway?” “There was this couple that lived in town. They were the perfect couple on the outside. Beautiful kids, perfect house. He had a great job and she was the woman that did all the fundraisers in town and practically rode around on a float.” Judging by the look on his face, he had no clue what I was talking about. “Everyone loved them, but their marriage was a farce. They got married young and kept up appearances. Unfortunately, keeping up appearances was costing them a lot of money. His wife was a spender because she always wanted to look perfect and had everything everyone else had. One night, the man came into my B&B looking for a room. He couldn’t take their marriage anymore and he didn’t want to stay at the house with her. I guess he had been sleeping on the couch a lot and he wasn’t getting any sleep. He had a big meeting the next day and he needed to be focused, so he asked for a room. He said it was the best night of sleep he ever got. After that, he started coming by a lot, but I knew that it was just as stressful for him to stay at the B&B because he didn’t have the money for it. I felt bad for the guy, so I let him stay there whenever he needed and I didn’t charge him. Word got around that he was staying with me and soon the rumor mill was going that I was sleeping with him.” “How do you know that he actually couldn’t afford to pay you? It sounds like he was taking advantage of you.” I shook my head. “I went to school with his wife. She always had to have the best of the best. Besides, the pain in that man’s eyes was real. He was drowning. I was just trying to help.” “And the whole town turned against you.” “Basically. They ended up getting a divorce and he moved out of town, but she still lives there, spreading the rumor that I was sleeping with her husband and that’s why they divorced.” “And he never corrected anyone?” “What was the point? People believe what they want. That’s the way it is in a small town.” “But that had to kill your business.” I shrugged. “It did, but I don’t regret it. I could see the man was drowning and needed a lifeline. I’m not one to sit by and watch someone else suffer.” He looked over at me curiously, but didn’t say anything else. When we got home, he actually helped me unload all the groceries and put them away. “I have to head over to Sinner’s house. I don’t know how late I’ll be.” He pulled out his wallet and set a card on the counter. “This is for you. For emergencies, in case I’m working late. I’ll leave some numbers for you to call if you need something. This weekend, we’ll look for a junker for you to drive until you can get something you want.” I stared at the card like it was a rattlesnake that would bite me, then back up at him. I didn’t understand this man. “Don’t give me any shit,” he barked. He ran a hand over his face in frustration. “Look, I’m not usually a dick. You just…and the way you…it’s infuriating and I need to stay away.” I just stared at him. I wasn’t quite sure what he was trying to say. He grabbed me around the waist and hauled me against his body, pressing his lips to mine. His hands found my ass and I sank into his touch. I needed him. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I had missed him the last couple of weeks. Even if he was an asshole, I was beginning to think of him as my asshole. When he detached himself from my body, he groaned and pulled at his hair. “Was that you staying away?” I asked in confusion. “Just so you know, if I come home tonight and your ass is bare like it was this morning, I’m sinking my cock inside of you whether you’re asleep or not.” He turned and stormed out the door, leaving me standing there wondering what the hell just happened. I walked around the house in a daze all day. There wasn’t much for me to do, but clean. But now that I had my phone, I could at least call my insurance agent and see what was going on. Unfortunately, nothing was happening yet. They were still investigating the fire and I was shit out of luck.
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Ice
When I pulled up to my house, I was relieved that all the lights were out. I had been leaving early in the morning and not coming back until late at night so that I could avoid her. She had been here a few weeks and I had successfully avoided her for most of that time. I couldn’t let my cock do the talking anymore. It was bad enough that it had happened once, but it sure as fuck wouldn’t be happening again. Even if the woman was sexy as hell and had a body that made my dick stand at attention, she had too much sass for me. I liked my women to keep their yaps shut, except when they were wrapped around my cock. I wasn’t sexist or anything, but talking with women was dangerous. As I had seen with all my friends that had recently gotten themselves attached to a woman, they were constantly trying to figure out what they had said wrong and how to fix those fuck ups. It just wasn’t worth the trouble. I walked into the kitchen and smelled something absolutely mouthwatering. She had cooked again. Something I had yet to thank her for. She cooked every night for me and there were always leftovers neatly wrapped up in the fridge. She was an amazing cook, but I kept telling myself to enjoy it because this situation was temporary. After eating, I showered and toweled off, tiptoeing into the room and hoping I didn’t wake her. We had successfully avoided each other every night, if you didn’t count the mornings that we woke up tangled in each other’s arms. Somehow during the night, we found our way to each other and every morning I wasn’t on the couch, I woke up with her in my arms. I snuck out of bed just so that she wouldn’t get the wrong idea. I tried not to think about how good that felt and how much I wanted to keep that feeling going. I stared at the ceiling, trying not to think about the sexy woman next to me, but it didn’t work. My cock went hard just being this close to her. I wanted her. I wanted to sink my cock into her heat and pound into her until she was screaming for me. Shit, there was no way I was going to sleep when I was this keyed up. And just when I decided to get out of bed and go sleep on my torn up couch, she rolled over and threw her leg over mine. Her hand was resting just inches from my throbbing cock. “Shit,” I said quietly. I slowly put my hand over hers and moved it off my stomach, but as soon as I set her hand down, she moved it back to me, resting it on my dick. I squeezed my eyes shut as she wrapped her fingers around my erection and started jerking me off. My hips were moving involuntarily along with her strokes and my brain was shouting at me to stop this. My body was saying, kick this into overdrive and nail her. She flung her leg over my hip and straddled my hips. My cock was so close to slipping inside her, but she was still dreaming. Damn, if I was hers, this would be the best damn way to wake up. But I wasn’t hers and I couldn’t allow this to happen. I shifted to my side, catching her body as it slid off mine, but her leg still clung to my hip. I was going to have to roll her over and then get off the damn bed. Hell, I was going to have to sleep on the ratty couch just so I wouldn’t be tempted to crawl back to bed and fuck her. “Fuck me, John,” she murmured. I looked closely, seeing that her eyes were still closed and groaned. She was fucking dreaming again. Why did she always have to be dreaming about me? I rolled until she was underneath me, holding my breath as my dick slid just slightly inside her. I didn’t dare breathe for fear that it would shove my dick all the way inside her. I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop myself if that happened. Her legs widened, allowing more room for me, allowing me to slide home. Shit, shit, shit. Her eyes popped open and she stared at me for a moment in horror. “This is not what it looks like,” I said calmly. “It looks and feels like you’re fucking me while I’m sleeping,” she said quietly. I searched her eyes trying to let her know that I really wasn’t that much of a dick. “I can see how it looks that way, but I swear, I didn’t mean for my dick to slide inside you.” She didn’t say anything for a moment, but her hips jerked up, pushing me deeper inside her. “So, you’re saying we somehow accidentally started fucking again?” “Something like that. More like, you were dreaming and you started grabbing my dick. I tried to roll you over and pull away, but…” “But your dick accidentally found my pussy and now you’re stuck inside me?” I didn’t have anything to say as I looked into her beautiful eyes. I wanted to tell her that this was all a mistake and there was no way that I would have willingly stuck my dick in her, but her heat was wrapped so tightly around me that I couldn’t seem to speak anymore. “Just so you know, it was just a dream. I’ll still hate you when this is over,” she murmured. “Same here,” I said before I crashed my lips down upon hers and shoved myself fully inside her. Her legs wrapped around my ass, pulling me in close to her. I slammed my hips over and over into her tight cunt, chasing the high I felt the last time I was inside her. It wasn’t enough though. I needed more. I pried one of her legs from around my waist and threw it over my shoulder as I got to my knees. Slamming inside her at this new angle was everything I needed. It must have been for her too, because seconds later, she was clenching my cock and screaming my name. I pounded harder and harder, ramming my cock so far inside her that she wouldn’t be walking straight for a week. “Oh, God!” she yelled. “John! Harder!” I would make it my mission to fuck her into the mattress if that’s what she needed. I slammed into her two more times before jerking inside her and spilling my cum in that sweet pussy. Her leg flopped down from my shoulder and I fell to my back, lying at the other end of the bed. Damn, that was exactly what I had needed. Sex with her was better than anyone before and I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t even continue to do it. I didn’t want to go get cleaned up or find somewhere else to sleep. I just wanted to lie down next to her and pretend that she was a one night stand that would be leaving in the morning. “That can’t happen again,” she said breathlessly. “That’s what you said last time.” “Yeah, well, this was an accident just like last time.” I huffed in irritation because I knew as well as she did that we could have stopped at any time. This didn’t have to happen, but damn, I sure as hell wanted it to. The feel of her wrapped so tight around me, strangling my cock…damn, I was getting hard again. And she noticed when she sat up and stared at my erection, standing proud and pulsing angrily, needing to be inside her again. Fuck, I was so screwed. Her eyes flicked up to mine and lips parted slightly as she licked her bottom lip. I stared at it, wanting to taste it again. Wanting to pull her against me and taste the sweetness of her mouth. My eyes drifted to her breasts that hung heavy, her nipples hard and ready for my mouth. My fingers twitched with the urge to pinch them. “Just tonight,” she said quietly. I nodded in agreement. “Tonight.” She flung herself against me just as I was sitting up, her breasts crushing against my chest. She straddled my hips as she pressed her mouth to mine. Her tongue lashed out, twisting with mine as she ground her hips against my erection. I groaned when her wet folds rubbed over my cock and she slowly slid down, inch after agonizing inch, taking me deep inside her. I bit and nipped at her lip as she took me slowly, grinding down against me and clenching that sweet pussy around me. My mouth had a mind of its own, swiping across every inch of her delectable neck and down to her breasts. I took one nipple in my mouth and moaned when she started riding me harder. I bucked against her with every bounce, needing to be deeper. My hand slid down to her pussy, pinching at her clit and slipping through her juices. She threw her head back as she screamed for me, begging me for more. The curve of her neck had me pumping harder inside her and I abandoned her breasts for a taste of her neck. Latching on, I sucked at the soft flesh as she started throbbing around me. She stopped moving, letting her orgasm take over, but I was far from done. I needed more and I wouldn’t stop until I had my fill. I fucked her doggy style. I fucked her missionary. I took her on the hard floor until my knees were sore. Then, after I came, I took her into the shower and fucked her pussy with my tongue until she came two more times. We were both exhausted by the time the sun came up and fell back into bed to sleep for a little while longer. When I woke up, I laid in bed staring at her, trying to figure out how I was going to sleep with her in my bed every night and not touch her.
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Lindsey
He laid next to me quietly, probably wondering how the hell to extricate himself from me without being a jackass. It was better if I did it for him. He only fucked me because I had practically mauled him in my sleep. Again. I couldn’t just lay in bed with him all morning. It would confuse things between us. I sat up in bed, pulling the sheet to my chest. “I think I’m going to take a shower.” I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I slipped from the bed and went to the bathroom. As I stood under the warmth of the shower, I tried not to think about how badly I wanted him to want me. He really wasn’t that bad of a guy. I even liked him most of the time, but I knew when I met him that he didn’t like women hanging around. If I started to let myself feel something for him, how would this all end? I was living with him. I couldn’t afford for things to get uncomfortable between us. Warm hands slid around my body, surprising me to the point of screaming. “Calm down, princess. It’s just me.” “You shouldn’t do that. You scared the crap out of me. I didn’t even hear you come in.” “That’s because you were off in lala land. What were you thinking?” I turned and looked into his ice blue eyes and decided just to put it out there. “I don’t think that can happen anymore.” “You say that every time.” “Yeah, well, I mean it this time. Look, I’m going to be honest with you. I’m one of those women that likes relationships and I don’t think I can do casual. I’m pretty sure that all you do is casual. And that’s fine for you, but if I start getting my heart involved and then-” “Whoa, hold on a minute there, princess. We never said anything about feelings. We agreed that this was just sex.” “Would you let me finish?” I glared at him. “I know what we said. I’m telling you that if I don’t want to get my heart involved, then I need to stop now. I’m not capable of having a long term, no strings arrangement. I’m telling you this because I want you to understand where I’m coming from.” He stepped back into the shower spray and ran a hand down his face. “Why? Why do you need some kind of commitment?” “Because it’s who I am. Why can’t you do commitment?” His face grew hard and he scoffed. “Because I don’t want to. I like my life the way it is and I don’t want anyone dictating how I should live it.” “Well, I’m not dictating how you should-” “Are you fucking kidding me?” He cut me off. “You were just yelling at me yesterday for not keeping my own damn house clean.” “So, just be happy that I’m telling you now,” I yelled back. I took a calming breath and pulled down the shampoo from the shelf. “Look, it was fun and definitely good, but it’s just not going to happen-” I was cut off by him spinning me around and pinning me to the shower wall. He thrust his leg between mine and kissed me hard. His hands went crazy, touching every part of me and I caved, because that’s who I am. I wanted this man more than my next breath, even if he was an arrogant asshole. He did things to my body that made me feel sexier than any man before him had. But it wasn’t just that. There was this attraction between us that neither of us could deny and as much as we hated each other, the sex was explosive. He nipped and licked my neck, driving me crazy as he shoved his fingers deep inside my pussy, driving me toward an earth shattering orgasm. When I came hard around his fingers, he smirked at me and then sucked my juices from his fingers. “We’re not through. We both know it. All that bullshit you just told me is an excuse.” He lowered his voice as he put one hand on the shower wall by my head and licked at my ear. “You know you want my cock inside you. It makes me hard just being in the same room with you. So, do whatever you have to do so that you don’t drag your heart into this because we’re not anywhere close to being done fucking.” My eyes slid closed as his lips brushed against my jaw and then he was gone. When I heard the door slam shut, I opened my eyes and thunked my head back against the wall, ashamed that I was so weak that I couldn’t even truly cut things off with him. Every night was the same. He came home. He fucked me. He destroyed me. As in, destroyed me for any man I would ever have in the future. He still pretended like he was always angry with me, but I also saw something change little by little in him.
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Weeks passed and if John wasn’t at work, he was at home with me, fucking me on every surface. I hadn’t been lying to him. My heart was getting way too involved and there was no way I was coming out of this unscathed. He was still an ass to me, but there were also times that he was actually a decent person. It was a strange sort of camaraderie that we had formed. One that was based on a mutual need for explosive sex. There were times that we laid together at night and I wondered if this meant more to him than he was letting on. The way he held me or looked into my eyes was unnerving. How could he really say this meant nothing? It felt like everything. When I was with him, I felt like everything was finally right in my world. He would never admit if he felt something more and I couldn’t just stay around the house to be his fuck buddy. “I’m heading out of town,” he said to me as he entered the house. “I have a job out of town.” “Do you know how long you’ll be?” “Not a fucking clue. I never know unless the dates are specified.” “So, I won’t be hearing from you while you’re gone?” He was headed to the bedroom, but stopped in his tracks and turned back, glaring at me. “Why would you be hearing from me? We’re not in a relationship. I don’t owe you shit.” I flinched at his harsh words. He was obviously throwing up some walls around us and I had been stupid enough to think he was tearing them down. “I wasn’t suggesting you did,” I said calmly. He turned and headed back for the bedroom. I could hear him packing and then a few minutes later, he returned with his bag slung over his shoulder. “I heard from the insurance agent. It sounds like they’re going to release some of my money soon.” “Good. Are you heading back to Ohio then?” “I was actually thinking of buying that house in town.” I watched him, wondering what he would say, if anything at all. Would he ask me to stay? Would he tell me it wasn’t a good idea to stick around? I just never really knew where I stood with John. “I gotta go.” That was all I got before he walked out of the house.