Chapter Ten
Jacket
I don’t know how Bella managed to get away so fast unless she’s an Olympic sprinter in her spare time. I’m not exactly slow on my feet, especially when I’m chasing a girl. But Christ, what am I doing? Driving across the country for a woman I haven't even kissed.
I’m hung up hard on her when I don't even know how she feels when her heated core squeezes around my rock hard cock. I have to walk back to get my bike, looking up and down at every intersection, hoping I’ll run into her again. That she’ll need me somehow. Not in a bad way like she’s being attacked, fuck not that, but maybe a little flat tire.
But every street is deserted. I walk past the bar and come face to face with a girl that looks familiar.
“Hey, Soldier,” she says. “Looking for me?”
“What?”
I half jump out of my skin because how does she know? How does she know I’m a seal? Ex-seal. It’s the girl from the grocery store. The one that caught me with Bella in the washroom. Fortunately she came in just after we finished and were only in a semi-compromising position, me on my knees in front of her, my hands gripping her round hips.
Shit, my cock twitches just thinking of her delicious curves in my palms. The divinely heady taste of her that I’d give anything to sample again. The most delicious woman I’ve ever known. The sexiest and the most comforting. None of my fantasies were demolished by tonight. If anything they’ve pitched higher.
It was my own stupid reluctance that prevented me from moving toward what I want.
“Can you walk me home?” the girl asks with a provocative flutter.
“Sorry, not tonight.”
I feel bad as I walk away from her, because that wasn’t gallant. I almost want to turn back to her because if anything were to happen… But I don’t.
I really do not want any distractions. And with the way things are unrolling it would be my luck for Bella to walk around the corner and slam into me again. This time with that flirty devil child clinging to me.
I walk away quickly and don’t even throw a glance back to where I’m sure Grocery is pouting at me. Wearily, I mount my bike and ride out to a motel I remember, close enough to Stick’s house. I’ll swing by in the morning and see how he’s doing. Hopefully he’ll be glad for the drop in.
It’s a really crappy room but I don’t care. I’m both exhausted and enervated, the heat pouring through my veins. I can’t stop thinking about Bella and how she tasted. Her delicious juice running down my lips as she shuddered through fuck knows how many big Os.
I throw my clothes off the minute I close the door on the room. Toeing out of my boots as I unbuckle my belt, I step out of my jeans and head straight for the shower. My dick stands up like a rocket launcher. The cool air imparting the idea he’s soon going to be buried inside her at last.
Tough luck.
Because I’m an idiot.
Not that I’d ever make Bella spend the night here. This isn’t the type of place you bring a girl like Bella. A room you don’t want to lay down on the bedspread. I throw the faucet and clasp my solid shaft with the other. At least the pressure is strong, I allow it to pound down on my shoulders as I glide my palm along my length, increasing that pressure and speed. I’m envisioning Bella’s naked tits all soaped up running up and down my chest. It’s bare moments until I groan out my release.
Despite my exhaustion, I don't sleep more than a few minutes at a time. I’m used to that. Sleeping in short bursts, operating while completely empty, being slammed awake by too-vivid dreams. But I’m not fighting any fucking enemies now. I have to force my mind to remember that. My only enemy is myself and the boundaries I set around me.
I can’t walk away from this. I came all this way for the girl, riding like a mad man and I found her instantly. There has to be some fate to that.
So now I need to take destiny into my own hands.
She’s here for a wedding right? My buddy Stick may know who’s getting married. His girl is likely to be in the loop. They’ve both lived here their whole lives, they must know most everyone. Maybe they can tell me who Bella is if her sister’s a resident in town.
Fuck yeah. That’s a plan.
What I'm going to say to her when I find her is another matter entirely.
All I know is I’m not giving up.
I lie awake staring up at the ceiling. One hand crooked behind my head, the other stroking my wood. Rock solid again because – I’m thinking of Bella. And now I know her body, or part of it, my imagination is firing on all cylinders like I’m a fucking Old Master artist. I run through every scenario of conversation.
This time I will list all the ways she’s beautiful – she won’t be able to resist that. And it will take all night because she’s gorgeous in every way. Even that little temper of hers is stunning – she has respect for herself. She knows what she wants and she’s determined to get it. All qualities I admire and even envy a little, although I’m learning gradually. Thanks to Bella.
I skip breakfast and just grab some disgusting coffee that I pour into my can. I can’t eat anyway, I need to find my girl. Once I focus on a target I’m very specific and focused.
Stick’s house looks the same. I stand outside the gate and look up at the porch, not knowing the response I’ll get when I knock at the door.
Then I charge on in there.
I knock three times and am about to leave, assuming no one’s home on a Friday, when the door swings back.
I have to look down to the level of my knees at the tiny old woman looking up at me with a livewire glint in her glassy blue eyes.
Fuck, did they sell the house? Who is this person?
“Everybody come see who’s here,” the little old girl yells back over her shoulder.
She gouges her claws into my forearm. They don’t even encircle my girth halfway but with an iron force, she drags me inside.
“Who is it, Dottie?” Another one emerges from the den.
“Oh, isn’t he tall?” And another.
“And soooo handsome.” A third, Jeezus, it’s a swarm.
All of a sudden I’m surrounded by three tiny old girls all with their necks craned to gaze up at me like I'm a skyscraper in New York freaking City.
“Oh it’s him.”
I don't know who they think I am but I should probably get out of here in case they’re some weird coven. Or Mr Greengross sold the house to a home for criminally insane geriatrics.
“It is him. Even more delectable in the flesh.”
The three ladies giggle with a girlish chuckle and I know for sure they’re neither nuts or criminal. In fact, the way they're eyeing me is no different than any other woman a half or a quarter their ages. I can see that spark of lust in their old eyes. It’s sweet and I almost want to lift them up and swing them around in turn, like little girls.
“We’re so glad you made it to the wedding.”
“You know about the wedding?” I ask, latching on, eagerly, to hope.
“Of course, it’s our gran baby getting married.”
“Well we’re surrogates, don’t confuse the sexy hunk.”
I see another pair of beady eyes then two more old dears emerge from the back room. The same as where I watched TV with my friends six months ago. What is going on?
“Who’s getting married?”
“Why Scheherazade of course, who did you think?”
Don't’ look so scared, it’s not your turn yet,” the one called Dottie says.
“How do you know me so well when we only just met?” I reply with a teasing lilt.
“Oh, we know a lot of men and none of you are really any different.”
“That’s comforting.” I say, grinning. “Wow Scherri’s getting married.”
“Of course. You knew that.”
The sound of the front door opening is quickly followed by a dog rushing at my legs and leaping around like the floor is on fire. I drop down to give it some love and receive a bounty in return.
“Fuck, how great must it be to come home to this every day?” I say, forgetting my language.
“It’s pretty fucking great,” One of the aunties informs me, then laughs at the shock on my face. “What, you think dainty old ladies never curse? I love a good fuck.”
“Matilda,” One of the others cautions her.
A line of over-awed creased faces is gazing up at Stick, now filling the door frame.
“It’s like Pebble knows him,” one of the dearies says, the dog is still jumping all over me, licking my face.
“Of course he knows the fiance.”
“Jacket gave me this dog,” Stick tells them. “I can’t thank you enough, Dude. He’s just the best.”
“Welcome, Dude. He needed a good home,” I get up and back slap my bud. “Whose the fiance?” I add.