Caving - X
By the end of the week I caved and we would be starting at Steel, for now. It was a massive space. The ceilings in the front part were over twenty feet high. It used to be the shipping department when the building was used as a manufacturing plant.
A week later I let Abe know. He was happy as hell.
I kept myself busy during the day with contractors. Gabe Falcon’s crew was doing the work. I planned to take out a loan to get the work done but Abe talked me into letting Steel pick up the tab.
“It’s a write off. Building improvements.” Abe patted my back.
“No fucking way. If this fails, I won’t listen to it from…”
“Good afternoon Mr. O’Donnell. Xavier don’t say the F word.” Taelyn gave me a little smile as she handed me a cup of coffee.
“Thanks, what’s this?” I held up the cup, “Coffee?”
“Yep, from Rockin’ Joes.” She smiled. “I was watching you-tube and came across this kid, Memphis Black, who plays the guitar and sings. He works at Rockin’ Joes. So I thought I would swing by and see if he was there. He wasn’t but I hope maybe someday when I drop in I can hand him a card and say, ‘Hey Memphis you ever feel like trying this thing for real give us a call’.”
“You’re stalking a boy? How would Harvey feel about that?”
“Who?”
“Harvey, Harvard, Dr. …”
“Daniel.”
“Yeah him.”
“He knows where my heart is.”
“But does he know who you bring coffee in the morning?”
Her face started to turn that shade of pink that had given me partial chub for the last week.
Yeah, I wanted to fuck Miss Patrick, I wanted to fuck her until that bun fell out of her hair. Until she would lay limp over my desk and would loosen the fuck up. When she did loosen up she was a lot more fun.
The first day when I caught her listening to the receptionists talk about banging us Steel men and how it shook her was the second time in ten minutes she made my cock twitch. Then she bent over in that skirt to get in the car, it was full on Steel. I had to lose my jacket just so I could cover my hard on when I got in the fucking car.
She was one of those girls. The ones who needed to be fucked hard and licked raw. The ones who act like they have a stick up their ass. A stick I wanted to twist a bit and ram in and out until she had her first anal orgasm.
She rolled her eyes at me, “I hope it’s cold.”
Then she walked in the back where one day would be completed offices and four sound booths.
“You behaving?” Abe whispered.
I looked at him and said nothing.
“You better not fuck this up. Your brother almost had himself in deep shit. He attended a few sexual harassment classes…”
“Lot of good that did him,” I laughed. “In Italy, I walked into Momma’s vineyard home and Bekah was tied to a wall.”
Abe tried not to react, he tried real hard to keep a poker face, but fuck if he didn’t look like he was intrigued by the idea.
“You into that shit too?” I laughed.
“That’s none of your business.” He hissed.
“Neither is my dick standing at half mass every time she’s around…”
“Xavier…”
“Half. I’m not fucking stupid Abe. Besides she’s in love,” I batted my eyes. “Love just fucks things up.”
“Like what?” Abe chuckled.
“Variety.”
“Xavier?” Taelyn called from the back as she walked out. “Did you file the paperwork to register your business?”
“Yep.”
She walked out with a notebook in her hand and a pen. “Oh really? What are you calling it?”
“Forever Four.”
She smiled so big it nearly caused a situation in my pants.
“Really?”
“Yes, really. It was a great name.”
“Did you come up with it Miss Patrick?” Abe asked.
“No, not really…”
“She did.” I patted her back.
“Only because you spoke about it with such passion.”
If I were the type of guy to go after another guy’s girl I could’ve had her. Passion. Taelyn likes passion.
“Alright I’m heading upstairs to lock up my office. See you both tomorrow?”
“See ya Abe. Tomorrow is Friday. Week two down Taelyn. You have plans for the weekend?”
“Daniel is coming to see me.”
“Harvey?”
She rolled her eyes and I laughed.
“Dr. Love?”
She smacked me and laughed.
“You’ll be a totally different woman on Monday Taelyn. You’ll probably be skipping when you come in.”
“You’re over stepping.”
“That’s over stepping?” I gasped.
“Yes a bit.” Her face started to turn pink.
“Because I know you’ll be getting laid this weekend?”
“Oh my God.” She closed her eyes.
“I will be getting the same thing. There does it feel better now?”
“No, yes, I don’t know!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “How does your girlfriend feel about you working so much?”
I just look at her. I want this shit to sink in, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
She didn’t miss a beat, “Oh one of those.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
She gave me a mock sultry look, “There’s just too much of me to go around.” She ran her hand down the front of her.
Full steel ahead, son of a bitch!
“Harvey used that line on you?” I walked into the back towards my desk. I needed to sit down and hide this shit.
She laughed as she followed behind me. “Of course not. He isn’t like you guys.”
I sat down and my pants were a bit too damn tight for my liking. “Us guys? You listening to office gossip?”
She sat and her face turned pink again. That’s right, take that.
“No.” Her voice squeaked. “I have brothers just like you.”
“Hot?”
“I never said that.” Her voice squeaked again.
“Well, do explain yourself Miss Patrick.”
“I have three brothers. All legends in their own minds. All think they can’t be held back. Men’s men you know, like you.”
“Well thank God you have me figured out.” I winked. “Now I have to figure you out. You just threw me way off with the brother reveal.”
“Let’s hear it.” She smiled.
“Princess. The hair and makeup always perfect. I bet you have perfectly pedicured feet and an every six week appointment at some salon in uptown. You’re probably groomed perfectly.” I waited for a response and her eyes slowly widened. “You act all uptight most of the time so either you’re a vanilla girl or you’re a freak in the sheets. I assume your Dad is loving and over protective and your mother stays home making sure there are fresh flowers on the table and dinner is served at exactly six at night. I bet you have your pretty little outfits ironed and hanging in your dressing room each morning. Am I close?”
“Almost. You forgot the maid and the birds that dress me every day.”
Lucky fucking bird.
“Not far off am I?”
“Oh you’re way off. But let me have a crack at you again. All I said was you thought you were all that. But since you dug so deep let me tell you what else I see.”
“Let’s have it.”
“Spoiled rich kid born with a silver spoon. You’re twenty?”
“Twenty three.” I nodded.
“You’re going through a phase in life that you have no clue who you would be without your family and you don’t like it. So you decide to get passionate about this.” She waved her hand around. “You wanna live an eternal party full of late nights and easy girls so the fact that you liked to wear your hat cocked to the side, and your jeans way too low as opposed to a suit to show off your gym made body, this,” she waved her hand around again. “Makes sense. The perfect part is you’ll have what it takes to hire people to make it work and sit back and enjoy the success while you wait for your balls to drop and sprout hair.”
I may have been pissed, maybe I should have been pissed, but I wasn’t.
“My balls dropped a long time ago. That would be the reason I like those low riding jeans. My lower half is of epic proportions; nothing needs to get squashed down there. Hair, not a fan of it. Which shows you that I am a gentleman. I hate to have any chick I’m with have to pluck it out of their mouth. Again, showing you how thoughtful I am. And Taelyn, I am offended by the hat comment. Look at my hair. It’s fucking beautiful, why would I cover this up unless it was just too damn cold out?”
Her mouth dropped and then we both started to laugh.
“Get up. I’m hungry and think a work dinner is necessary. Let’s roll.”
“I can stay here, go ahead.”
“I’m gonna feed you. You seem a bit cranky. That time of the…”
“Don’t even go there.”
I grabbed her coat and held it out for her to slide her arms in. “Thanks.”
“Do you say that to your morning birds?”
“You are so incredibly wrong about me.” She laughed.
“Which part, vanilla?”
She smacked my shoulder. “Everything.”
~
We jumped in the SUV and she laughed, “No car?”
“Sorry Princess not tonight.”
I grabbed my phone and dialed the shop. Ricco answered.
“Hey Bro, what’s the traffic like down there?”
“Coast is clear dude, just like it has been for the past week after five.”
“No photographers hanging out in the bushes?”
“None man. You stopping down?”
“Yep, in about an hour. I have to stop at the house and grab some baggy jeans and a ball cap. See you soon.”
I threw it in reverse and backed out of the parking spot.
“You know you could have just pulled ahead.” She laughed as she buckled her seat belt.
“Unless you’ve been in my bed or sucking my,” she smacked my chest. “Fine, but don’t tell me how to drive. I was backing out so there was room to do this.”
I gunned the accelerator and then slammed on the emergency break so the SUV did donuts in the empty parking lot. She laughed and screamed so loud I had to do it again.
“You’re crazy!”
“Fun though right?” I laughed as I pulled out onto the road.
I turned on the radio and Team by Lorde was playing. “This song, Taelyn, is amazing. Listen to her voice. Nothing commercial about it, it’s pure. That’s the shit we need to find.”
“I love her music. It’s my shower jam.” She started grooving a bit and so did I.
“You play an instrument?”
“Do you?”
“Yeah.” I smiled.
“Let me guess, you have a baby grand piano in the family living room?”
“No, I finger fuck the hell out of a guitar and bang the hell out of the drums. I can play sax and trumpet too. Pretty much anything that I want to learn to play. So no, this isn’t just a joke for me. It’s who I am. You did hit the nail on the head with the family shit. I love them, would do anything for them but I’m a man and I need to make this happen because of my blood, sweat, and tears. No one else’s.
“That’s nice.”
“So spill it, you play anything?”
“I liked to sing when I was younger. But no instrument. Why, what did you think I played?”
“Flute.” Skin flute I thought.
I pulled up in front of Cyrus’s place. “Come on in. I need to get changed.”
She jumped out and followed me inside.
“Your house is nice.”
“Not mine, my brother’s.”
“Which brother?” She asked as she walked over to the fireplace mantle and looked at the pictures of Cyrus and Tara.
“Cyrus, the oldest.” I answered as I took my shirt off. “You’re going to need to change.”
She looked at me and away quickly.
“Taelyn you go to the beach?”
“Yes of course I do.”
“Then why are you looking away like I just flashed you my dick or something?”
“Your nipples.”
“Yeah?”
“Didn’t that hurt?”
“Briefly.” I grabbed her hand and put it on my chest. “Pull on them.”
She tried to pull her hand away and laughed nervously.
“Seriously Xavier?” She turned and looked at me but didn’t move her hand; she actually moved closer, then tugged a little and then laughed and covered her mouth. “Did it hurt?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Oh.” Was all she said. She was looking me up and down and I felt my cock chub. “What’s ‘Hold Fast’ about?” She asked as she pointed to my obliques.
I licked my lips and looked at her, “You don’t want to know.”
“I did or I wouldn’t have asked.”
“When you’re holding them you better hold on, and you better make it fast cause your ass is going to be in the palm of my hands and I’m going to lift you up and bury my…”
“Dear God,” she closed her eyes and again her face was getting pink.
The way she said dear God really put my dick into seek and destroy mode, so I laughed and walked into the bedroom to grab some clothes. I chanted in my head, Shawn White, Shawn White, Shawn White, hoping like hell the vision of that mess would supersede the way she gasped and said Dear God.
I threw my pants on the ground and grabbed a pair of jeans out of the closet and threw them on. Yes, they were loose and hanging on my hips, exactly where they should be. I grabbed one of Tara’s vintage tees, a pair of leggings, and a sweatshirt for me.
“Here. Bathroom’s down the hall, first door on the right.” I handed her the clothes. “Put these on.”
“But…”
“No buts, we need to get going. Your little suit coat and skirt won’t blend well where we’re going.”
When she walked out of the bathroom she was pulling the shirt down. “So, I am not an extra small. Nor will I be going in public with a half shirt on.”
“Looks good to me.” I walked around her.
She walked into Cyrus’s room and grabbed my shirt off the bed and put it on. “Do you have a belt in that closet?”
“Maybe?” I walked past looking at her and I reached up and pulled the clip out of her hair.
“Xavier!”
“Naughty school girl bun isn’t gonna work either.” I laughed as I walked into the closet. When I came out she was combing her fingers through her thick wavy auburn hair.
“Here you go.” I handed her the belt.
She buttoned the bottom button of the shirt and buckled the belt as tight as she could and it hung on her narrow hips. “This is as good as it’s gonna get.”
Thank fuck for that. “Looks good, let’s roll.”
“Shoes. All I have are my pumps.” She said as she stopped at the door.
“Pumps are perfect.”
“I look like a hooker.” She scowled in the entry window looking at her reflection.
“No you don’t, let’s go.”
That hair, my shirt, pumps, and hooker talk were more than I could handle now. Fuck!