Hattie Mae
That kiss with Zane was out of this world. When I pulled him into the hall, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to jump him or smack him. It was just too much at the time though. Justin was there, and I had so many emotions swirling in my head.
When I went back to the table, Justin said he had one question for me. He wanted to know if I was happy here and I didn’t have to think about it for even a second, because I am. I love it here and I could never be with Justin again. Not because he did what he did, but because I can’t imagine not seeing Zane and his sexy smirk every day. I’m not sure how it happened or when, but he has wormed his way into my heart.
I am not sure where to go from that kiss, but I know wherever it is, I want to go there with Zane. I can only hope he doesn’t hurt me, but I have this gut instinct feeling telling me that he won’t. I don’t think he would have kissed me like that if he was planning to use me. He could have fucked me the night he drove me home, but he didn’t. He slept on my couch and was a total genuine guy. He was on his best behavior. The Zane I thought I knew would have banged my brains out and never looked back. He would have been gone first thing, but he wasn’t. He didn’t lay a finger on me and he even tried to cook for me.
His brother on the other hand is a shithead. I still haven’t talked to Kiesha about him, but I will set things right. I wish she had told me they had a thing. I feel stupid for letting him use me to hurt her and his brother. I don’t know what the tension is between them, but I will find out.
I told Justin that I forgive him, and I hope that he finds what he is looking for. I didn’t do it for him. I did it for me. I know I have found what I am looking for. I have found where I belong. I have found great friends and a man who makes me weak in the knees. Zane has a fire burning bright for me and I want to act on it before it fizzles out. I told Sienna to tell Zane to come to my place when he gets off work. I have no idea what to even say to him. All I know is I want to be with him.
When I pull up at the security gate, Bob is flagging me down from his shack. “This package came for you today.” He opens my passenger door and secures it in the seat for me.
“Thanks.”
When I get to my trailer, I take the box inside and open it. My cheeks blush instantly. There is a pink leather bag and the words Sensual Romance is embroidered on the outside. I completely forgot about this. Sienna and Kiesha convinced me to become a consultant a few weeks ago when I had a few drinks in me. I need a new job to bring in more money and they convinced me that they would order from me regularly. This is my starter kit for selling women’s sex toys, lotions, and the like.
I can’t believe I agreed to this. I don’t have any personal experience with any of it and now I think I can sell it. I shake my head and sit the bag on the table. It’s staring at me, beckoning me to open it and investigate the products but I can’t bring myself to do it just yet.
Thirty minutes and two beers later, I still can’t do it. I know I am being juvenile. I mean Justin and I had sex, but we didn’t fool around with toys or anything it was always stick it in and get off. Hell, I have watched porn. This shouldn’t be so embarrassing.
A knock on my door has me trying to shove the bag anywhere, out of sight. But it’s too late. Zane can see me through the screen door acting like an idiot. He is standing there chuckling at me.
“Come in,” I tell him, fully dying now. I wish I could melt into the floor. He walks in and the sexual tension radiating between us is smothering. I can’t breathe as his eyes stay locked on mine.
“Come here,” he growls out the words, his tone husky, thick with lust.
Instantly my feet are moving me from the couch and into his arms. I let the bag fall to the floor. “You wanted to see me?” he raises a brow at me.
“Yes,” I breathe out in a shallow breath. I feel engulfed by his gaze right now. I am standing toe to toe with him, chest to chest. His jaw is pressed against mine. If he doesn’t kiss me soon I might die of anticipation.
He takes the shell of my ear between his teeth and sucks tenderly. Whatever was left of my panties, I am sure the scrap of fabric has disappeared.
“I’m going to kiss you, Hattie, and I’m not going to stop kissing you until you beg me to stop.”
I can only nod my head in response, because if I speak right now I will say something stupid and embarrassing. He kisses along my jawline, licking and tasting his way to my lips. Finally, his soft lips meet mine and he owns me completely in this moment. He walks me backwards to the couch. My hands are yanking at his shirt. God, I need this shirt off. I want to feel his heated skin pressed against mine.
We are tangled in one another lying on the couch, still kissing frantically. His hand moves up my shirt and he squeezes my breast gently. “Oh God, yes. Touch me, Zane,” I say between kisses.
He shoves the cup of my bra down, rolling the pad of his thumb over my nipple. My fingers are pawing at his back, digging my nails in his smooth skin, needing to feel him closer to me. I want him on me and inside me.
His breathing hitches as his hands work on getting my shorts off. He slides his palm inside of my barely there panties. “Fuck, you are soaked, Hattie Mae.” He nips at my neck as his fingers trail over my swollen lips and my clit, feeling how badly I need him.
My back arches, pressing my heated core into his hand, urging him to use those fingers.
“Tell me what you want…what you need,” he demands.
I can’t think, I can’t breathe. I am dizzy with need. I feel like I am floating and the only thing I can feel is his mouth and those skillful fingers. Turning my head to the left, I completely forgot about my screen door being open. “Oh my God! He’s watching us,” I shriek out, seeing Lucas walking his dog.
“Let him watch, it’s the only time he will ever see you cum. You are mine, Hattie.” He goes back to sucking my neck.
Guilt of kissing Lucas hits me in the gut.
“Zane, stop. I can’t. He killed it for me.” I regret the words as soon as they come out, but I can’t think about getting naked after Lucas watching and making me feel like a terrible person.
“As you wish,” he says getting up from the couch. He shuts the main door, blocking prying eyes from seeing any further.
I adjust my bra and pull my shirt back down. I pull my shorts and my panties back up.
“I need to tell you something.”
“Well I know it isn’t that you are secretly a dude, right?”
“Be serious.”
“Okay. Shoot.”
“I kissed Lucas, but it didn’t mean anything. I just thought you should know that.”
He nods, sucking in a deep breath, and I’m afraid that he’s going to turn away and leave.
Zane’s eyes drop to the floor when his foot gets caught on the strap of my pink bag.
Oh no!
“What you got here, Hattie Mae?” Holding up the bag he grins mischievously.
“Don’t you dare open that, Zane!” I lunge for the bag, but he holds it up over his head, taunting me.
“Don’t be shy now, baby,” he taunts with his darkened eyes warning me to back off.
“Whatever, I don’t care. You wanna look in my bag, look in my bag,” I huff, hoping for him to fall for reverse psychology.
“Good.” He flops down on my couch and begins unzipping the bag slowly as the heat rushes to my cheeks. He glances in the bag and smiles broadly. “You need pleased, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask. I’ll give you the greatest orgasm of your life.”
“It isn’t for me. It’s a side job, asshole. I need the extra money and well, women like this kinda stuff or so I hear.” He isn’t going to let this go. I can tell he is so enjoying my humiliation. I shouldn’t be embarrassed, he was just feeling me up and I was loving every second of it, but I am so inexperienced, and he has had plenty.
He waggles his brows at me. “Wanna try it out, you know test it… make sure it all works? Wouldn’t want you getting angry horny women tearing down your door demanding refunds.”
“You are a pervert.” I shove him away as he starts taking things from my bag and displaying them on my coffee table.
“Let me hear your sales pitch. You said you need the extra money so sell me your product. Make me want it.”
“No,” I whisper out, unable to even look at him as he holds the pink rubber penis out in front of me. I can’t believe he is touching it and waving it around.
“Tell me about this, baby, does it make you cry out in pleasure?” His fingers glide up and down the shaft.
“Stop it!” I smack his hand away.
“Have you ever used one?” I expect his eyes to appear amused, but they look curious and warm. Does he really want to use it on me? There is no way we are using the dildo! I wouldn’t even know where to start. He is going to think I am a moron.
“No,” I answer hoarsely. This is so embarrassing. Why did I tell him he could look in the bag?
“You know, you could let me show you and teach you about these products, Hattie Mae. I’ll buy you new ones for your party.” He can’t be serious. Zane grabs my chin forcing me to look at him. “I don’t ever want you to feel shy or self-conscious with me.”
“It’s not that, honestly. I’m a virgin with this stuff and I have no idea what in the hell I am doing when it comes down to using it. I mean I know how it works and all that. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Stop talking, Hattie and come with me.” He grabs my hands and leads me to my room. I should feel nervous, but I don’t. I trust Zane. I want him to show me things I have never experienced. Things I never knew I desired. He makes me feel so beautiful and wanted. The way he is looking at me makes me feel sexy.