CHAPTER 25
FURY
Dinner at Green’s was downright weird and sad.
Molly was a delight, and Maria’s cooking was phenomenal, but the energy in that house creeped me out. Despite the beauty of the place, most of the rooms were kept dark with the drapes drawn tight, shut off completely from the outside world. Add that to the tall, iron fence surrounding the property and the way the house was perched high up on a hill, it was like a fortress out of a horror flick.
Marilyn, Green’s wife, barely said two words to me, she was so checked out. She was beautiful, perfectly manicured, but there was nothing but emptiness and sadness behind those icy green eyes.
Bodhi played the part of the man in charge perfectly.
Stern, stubborn and rigid, he didn’t give an inch. He didn’t display even a tiny bit of softness or affection, even to his daughter, Molly. His narcissistic air seemed to do the job of reminding everyone of the fact that he was the boss and they wouldn’t be there without him. Just like at work.
There was no difference.
He ruled with an iron fist, an uncaring asshole who only saw the people around him as servants in various roles. With each passing day, I hated him more.
He reminded me of my old man.
I thought of Asher, how easy it seemed to be for men like him to be kind and show love to others. They were the exact opposite of men like Bodhi and the father I’d run away from. They were the exact opposite of what I wanted to be.
That’s why I found myself on the way to Jack’s bar after I left, hoping like hell Jackie would be there.
I needed her softness. The comfort of her touch, the kind smile that kept flashing in my head all day, despite everything I’d done to focus solely on the job at hand. I could still hear her moans, feel her hips moving under my fingertips, feel her silky, warm flesh wrapped around me…
It was enough to bring a man to his knees, to be quite honest.
Remember that train wreck I said she was? I’m pretty sure at this point that I’m the one being run over, because as much as I try to steer clear of thoughts of her, there’s no way I’m in control of this ride.
In fact, my body was doing its damnedest to keep me abreast of that. My cock was twitching just anticipating her presence on that bar stool.
I opened the door of Jack’s Bar with a lump in my throat and a bigger bulge in my pants.
When I saw her long, black hair, shining under a red neon beer sign, and her sweet, pert ass perched on the same bar stool as last time, I couldn’t help but break out into a smile. She turned to the door and smiled back at me just as big.
“Hey,” I grumbled, shuffling over to her, suddenly unsure if it was okay to do what I desperately wanted to do, which was pull her into my arms and slide my tongue down her throat. Probably not just yet.
We’d slept together only once. Well there wasn’t much sleeping involved, but you know what I mean. We knew each other now. We’d been intimate and for god’s sake, I’d eaten pie off her nipples already, so what was the protocol for greeting each other in public after that?
An awkward hug would have to suffice, unfortunately. I pulled her close and she patted my back, the heat of her palm searing my back, even through my leather jacket.
I sat down next to her and nodded to Pete.
“Long day?” she asked, gazing up at me. I turned her way, my eyes landing on her lips, remembering the taste of them, and then raking down to her chest, drinking in the full tops of her luscious breasts. It took all my strength to refrain from dipping my head down and kissing them.
Instead, I nodded and ordered a drink from Pete when he walked up.
“A little,” I said. “Went to Green’s house for dinner.”
“You did?” she asked, her eyes wide. “That’s unusual.”
“Why is that?”
“They don’t have guests very often.”
“Oh,” I nodded, downing the shot of whiskey Pete placed in front of me. “I can see why. Creepy as hell up there.”
“I’ve never been,” she said. “Heard it was dark and cold, though.”
“That it is,” I agreed. “And really fucking depressing.”
“Why?”
“His wife…” I shrugged. “His daughter. Him.”
“Yeah, the whole family’s a mess, I guess. Marilyn rarely leaves the house anymore. Not sure why.”
“She seems pretty checked out.”
“I guess if I had to be married to that asshole, I’d check out, too.”
I nodded in agreement. She had a point. I’d only known Green a few days and I could tell he was an insufferable bastard already.
“You ever hear anything about his daughter?” I asked.
“Not really,” she said. “Good kid, I guess. Does good in school. Has a few friends. Seems especially close to that Benji kid. Seems kinda sad, though. Always sporting some kind of injury, so I guess she’s pretty clumsy. At least that’s the story Green likes to tell.”
I nodded, my fists balling up with anger, which was the last thing I wanted to feel right now. I was with Jackie, I’d come for her softness, her good vibes, not to rehash Bodhi Green’s sins. For now, I needed a big ass break from all of that.
“How was your day, Jackie?” I asked, taking the focus off of me. She looked over at me and smiled, licking her lips slowly.
“Pretty good,” she nodded. “I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.”
My cock twitched again and I nodded.
“Me, too. I’m never going to look at lemon meringue pie the same way again.”
Her laughter bubbled up and spilled over like water from a fountain and I reached over, throwing my arm around her and pulling her in close, kissing her forehead.
“You wanna go for a walk?” I asked, after a while.
“Anywhere but here,” she said, glancing over at Pete, who was staring at us from the corner. I nodded at him, waved, and threw some money on the bar.
We walked out into the cold, dark night. It was snowing heavily tonight, big fat flakes that landed on our coats and stayed there as we walked hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, leaving my bike parked in front of the bar.
“Where would you like to go?” I asked.
“I know just the place,” she said, leading me through the town square. There were a few others out on the sidewalks tonight, since it wasn’t as late as last night. A few people closing up their shops and milling around as we slowly strolled towards the church. Jackie led me to the side of the towering white building and up a small set of stairs that led to an elaborately carved wooden door with a window made of colorful stained glass.
“Church?” I asked. “I might burst into flames.”
“Please,” she said, rolling her eyes. “If nobody else in this town has burst into flames walking into this building yet, then you won’t either. Besides we aren’t actually going into the chapel, so you’re safe, sinner.”
I laughed as she opened the door and led me inside. A small alcove led to a dark, steep stairway that she began walking up. I followed, my eyes glued to her sensuously swaying ass.
I was pretty sure that the thoughts I were having were completely inappropriate for church, but I couldn’t help it, it was right there in front of my face and I am not a strong man when it comes to these sorts of things. Luckily, the stairs were not only steep, but winding, so I was forced to concentrate on going up the stairs safely in the darkness, providing a much needed distraction to keep me from reaching out and grabbing the tempting fruit displayed directly in front of my eyes.
We reached the top and she opened another door that led into the top of the church’s steeple, a huge iron bell housed inside.
“It’s almost eight,” she said. “Just a few more minutes and it’ll ring.”
“Should we be up here?”
“It’s not as loud as you might think. It’s amplified throughout the town in a speaker housed just below us, so you won’t go deaf, I promise. Maybe just feel a few vibrations.”
I pulled her close, unable to keep my hands off of her any longer.
“I’m already vibrating,” I growled, bending my head and kissing her deeply. She moaned into my mouth, pressing her chest against mine, her nipples poking hard against me, as she wrapped her arms around my waist. The heat ignited between us instantly and I reached down, cupping her ass and pulling her into my throbbing hardness.
She pulled away, a slow, sexy smile spreading across her face.
The faint lights from the streetlamp below cast a soft light across her face, lighting up her beauty, taking my breath away. I reached up, caressing her cheek as I gazed down at her.
“You’re incredibly beautiful, Jackie,” I whispered. She smiled wider, her sparkling blue eyes lighting up.
“Thank you,” she whispered, pulling her hand from my back and sliding it down to grasp my hardness. I groaned and she bit her lip, sinking to her knees.
I looked down at her in disbelief as she began to unbuckle my belt, and then I quickly glanced out of the open-air windows of the clock tower. Nobody could see us and of the few people milling around down there, not a one of them was looking up at us. Her hand wrapped around my hardness as I gasped in pleasure.
“Jackie,” I moaned, as her lips engulfed the head of my cock. I reached down, my hand sinking into her soft hair, my entire being melting as she twirled her tongue around my shaft. She slid along the length of it, up and down, back and forth, until I felt my knees start to buckle, my body exploding over the edge of pleasure just as the bell started to move, the rhythmic ringing drowning out the sound of my groans as the clock struck eight o’clock.
I sank to my knees, pushing her back onto the floor gently, my knees pushing her thighs open and my hands wrestling with her jeans and pulling them down, my still throbbing cock desperate to sink into her warmth.
I found her center, welcoming, inviting, joyfully ready for me to fill it up with everything I had inside of me. I wrapped my arms around her, rocking against her writhing body, her moans and cries soaking into my soul just as she had.
I held her close as the bell rang out for the last time, never wanting any of this to end, begging that our clock would never strike midnight, that it would never be over.