Two weeks is all it takes for things to become even more blissful between Paige and me. Since the night of our non-date, we’ve gone on several more. Never labeling it more than just spending time together, I’ve started to see a side of Paige I doubt anyone else has ever seen.
She asked about my parents, my sister, and my childhood. And I answered every question she asks but haven’t asked anymore about her past. She had volunteered that information the first time, and I figured she would do it again when she was ready.
Believe me, though; it’s killing me to know what more could have fucked up her life as well as Parker’s.
The night I got home from our first dinner was hell. It took everything within me not to pick up my phone to call or text her or to grab my keys and drive to her place. I didn’t want to come off as desperate. As if I was a man who couldn’t go to dinner with a gorgeous woman and not expect sex to follow.
It would have been nice. Instead, I used my hand and closed my eyes to let the image of her in the yellow dress drift into my mind. The whole not having sex after dinner deal went out the fucking window the next time we went out.
After she lured me into the women’s bathroom, I fucked her hard and fast against the stall door. Everything is so right between us; the passion, the fucking, and the chemistry.
Outside work, we spend time with Taylor as well. The more I am around the kid, the more I like her. She is laid back and not a big fit thrower like I thought most kids were. She reminds me of a smaller, sweeter, more innocent version of Paige.
And how could she not act like her big sister? She does a shit ton of things with Paige. I just hope Taylor doesn’t grow up to be closed off like Paige is. Don’t get me wrong, I’m beginning to fall in love with the woman, but she makes it a giant pain in the arse to do so.
How so, you ask?
About twenty minutes ago, Paige came strutting into my office, climbed across my desk, and straddled my lap while her lips explored my face to one of my ears, sending a shiver up and down my spine.
I attempted to pull her away, to talk to her about what was happening between the two of us, but she stopped me when her hand roughly cupped my dick and balls. This isn’t the first time she’s stopped me from talking about our relationship. She’s cornered me in the garages on my way to the office, in my office several times, in the break room, and in even my flat with Jax there.
And no, I’m not complaining about the sex. I’m enjoying the fuck out of it! I’ve always, since I knew what the hell was wrong with me, known my sex drive was at a high most women couldn’t keep up with. And now I have it. I’m making damn sure I don’t fuck this up or let her slip through my fingers.
I’d be an idiot to reject sex from a woman whogets me harder than any other ever attempted to. Paige Bartin rocks my fucking world.
I didn’t even think twice about the meeting I have in thirty minutes in my office, or the fact she probably didn’t lock the door. When she grabs me like that, I’m instantly hard and ready. My belt and button were undone and my fly down, freeing my dick from the confines of my trousers.
With precision skill, Paige slid onto my lap and welcomed me into her tight, soaked pussy. Her hips rocked steadily. My hands grabbed and palmed her arse, adding a little more power to her leisurely thrusts. She owned me.
The pleasure continued. The shaft of my dick rubbing her clit and the walls of her tight pussy until I finally had to clench my jaw not to come yet.
“You feel so fucking amazing.” Paige now purrs in my ear. Her eyes link briefly with mine before her head lolls back and her loose hair tickles my hands still holding her arse.
“You like riding this big dick? Slow and steady?” I let her rock a couple of more times before I slam up into her. “Or hard as fuck?”
“Both!” she cries. Her heavy breasts are right in my face. My hands slide up to her lower back and pull her closer, allowing me the chance to bite down on the ample cleavage teasing me.
“You like it when I’m done fucking you and my cum is running down your legs?” She moans, her pussy tightening around my dick. “You don’t wash up, do you? You fucking love having my cum, my scent, and the smell of our sex on you all day for others to pick up, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yes!” She grinds her clit against the base of my dick, and with that movement, my legs pinch between my balls.
“You ready to come, Paige?” I’ve learned she doesn’t like pet names. Only with me, I have one, but she doesn’t.
“Yes.” There’s that high pitch again. She’s more than ready to come.
“Let’s go, soak my dick with your cum.” I lick a trail across the top of her breasts, ending with a bite. “I don’t wash either. I want all to know I’m a claimed man.”
Paige whimpers, her head shooting up as her fingers dive into my short hair and she screams out her release. I finally let go and let my own orgasm take hold and shoot into her pussy. Never has sex been so satisfying.
As I fall back into my chair, I take Paige with me. Both of us are panting, our hearts racing with one another as we try to rein it in. There is no need to talk. We just enjoy this for several moments we can before we go back to our own shit.
And I know what you are thinking. Where’s his condom? Wasn’t he worried about unwanted pregnancies or diseases?
I was until I made her talk to me, and I did get myself tested again just to be sure. We are both clean. My tests came back normal, and she knows from her yearly physicals.
As for a chance at a pregnancy, I’m not sure yet.
Voices just outside my door and the rattling of it draws us apart.
“I’d better get back down to the garage.” Paige pulls away from me; I want to hiss at the cool air hitting my still heated dick. “So much to do, so little time.” She laughs with a fake Southern accent and makes quick work of pulling her shorts back up while I tuck back into my trousers. The big Blow Out, or as Parker calls it the big blow job, starts tomorrow. It has kept her pretty busy.
“I’m just glad I got to see you before more chaos takes you away.” I stand and kiss her once before I walk her out.
“Before I forget.” She stops and pulls something from the confines of her bra. “Your passes.” Grabbing my hand, she slaps three passes in my palm. “I figured you could bring Jax and Levi. Len will like Jax coming along.”
“I’m sure he’d kill me in a random wheelchair accident if I didn’t invite him.” Over the past few weeks, I think before I even knew of Paige, Parker, or Len, Jax has been chasing after the little blond pixie.
Unlocking the door, I kiss the back of Paige’s neck before I open it for my co-workers to come in and her to leave. No one really gives us strange looks when the door finally opens and Paige steps out while I remain inside the office. Everyone has grown used to seeing her coming and going from my office all the time.
“I’ll talk to you later.” She waves and strides her perfect arse to the lifts and vanishes from sight.
Once the doors close, I turn to my co-workers. “Shall we get some work done?” Smiling, I welcome them into my office and guide us through our bi-weekly meetings.
In university, I also took classes in business and office management as well as accounting, and I’m glad I did. I like having a relationship with the people I work with. I like knowing they trust me and come to me with problems or questions.
Once our meeting is over, I spend the rest of the day balancing things and thinking about what I’m going to see at this party.
I get home around the same time as a delivery guy is walking away from my door and Jax is trying to manage the boxes of pizza on his lap with two liters of soda.
“Here.” Grabbing the boxes, I push the door closed with my foot and follow him into the kitchen. Levi is already sitting on his overly happy arse and drinking a beer. “Do you ever eat at your own place?”
“Why should I when I know you two always have something for me?” I slap him upside the head and drop the boxes into the center of the table.
“Fucking vulture.”
“And proud of it.” He wastes no time pulling two slices out and making a sandwich out of them. “Us a verdie old ye ow aw thump fing for us.”
Jax laughs while I continue to glare at Levi.
“One more time please, and with no food shoved in your face as though you are storing some for winter.”
He holds up a finger to signal a moment while rapidly chewing. Once the unholy amount of food is on its way down to his gut, Levi repeats.
“I said plus a little birdie told me you have something for us.” My glare turns to Jax. The pixie has a big fucking mouth. Can no one let a surprise happen anymore?
“I do?” Dropping the glare, I try to be passive. “And what do I have that you two would want? I don’t have a pussy, so that’s out. I don’t suck, either, so that’s out as well.”
“For God’s sake man, the passes! You have passes.” Levi has never been one for the games I like to play. He is one of those shoot first, ask questions later kind of guy while I like to let things linger.
“Passes to what? You two still want to go to a Justin Bieber concert?” Pursing my lips, I shake my head while grabbing my own slices. “Can’t help you there, I told you he doesn’t want to see you two again. Shittiest lays he’s ever experienced.”
“Fuck you.”
“Piss off, cunt.”
Aw, I love it that I rub off on them. I take a bite and maybe too slowly chew and swallow it.
“I have passes to the Blow Out, you bloody fuckers.”
“I’ve got beer!” My slice of pizza suspends in front of my mouth with my body stiffening.
And not in the fun way either.
Megan walks in, carrying two cases of beer and wearing a smile. I haven’t talked to her since the day we discussed what happened. She stops, and her eyes clock the passes on top of the pizza box in the center of the table.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“You guys are going too?” Her smile never wavers, and she takes a seat, helping herself to some food.
What the hell is she talking about?
“Ax’s girl gave us a hookup. How did you get one?”
“The guy I’m seeing gave me a pass to go with him.”
“Who are you seeing?” Jax leans forward. I’ve come to realize Jax knows almost everyone locally in the motor sports world.
He’s such a social butterfly.
“Oh.” Megan’s smile falters. “I … umm … it’s still new, and we are … umm … not telling anyone yet?” She bares her teeth with her cringe.
Levi is still shoving food into his face, ignoring the whole thing, while I raise a brow and share a glance with Jax.
“I hope Paige is nice to you, Axle.” The subject is changed; a great common defense of the female of the species. “Just be careful. I heard she can be vicious to guys when she is done with them.”
“Just mind your own with your new guy. I’m a big boy and can take care of myself.”
But something about her worry reminds me of Len’s words, and suddenly, I don’t feel so hungry anymore. Unlike the last time I left this trio upset, I stay put, and we agree to all ride out to the Blow Out together in the Bangin’ Wagon tomorrow.