Chapter Six
Jacket
Why do I run into the woman I’ve driven all night to find right when I’m filthy, covered with grit from the road? All sweaty and now the grease-stained clothes, thanks to the cream she rubbed into me. I must look an absolute sight. Like a mountain man emerging from a life off-grid, living in a shack. Fuck knows I’m coming close to that as it is. Might be there already if it weren’t for the need to stay within range of this internet shit.
It’s all an addiction. Watching this woman is an addiction.
The relief washing through me when she admitted it was her sister’s wedding coming up and not her own was stronger than the throb in my dick. For a moment at least. Until the violent desire to possess her overcame me again. There are so many things I want to do to her body. But first I wish I could backtrack and tell her how good it is to run into her again after all these months. Just a normal frank conversation, while at the same time thinking about ripping every item of clothing off her delicious curves and inhaling the fragrance of her skin.
But I was momentarily stunned by how she dropped to her knees in front of me like an Angel fallen from God’s palm?
And now what am I supposed to say to her by way of re-introduction; ‘Hey doll, I came to stop you from getting married this weekend. Yeah, I have been following your Instagram posts. The one and only person on my account – you’.
I don’t think so.
That won’t go over well at all. She’ll think I’m some fucking stalker asshole and run to her car. She’ll hightail it away from me instead of running away with me to hide from these legendary aunties.
So what, I’m just gonna pretend this is our first meeting? She doesn't seem to recall that night so perhaps it’s the way to go. Although it’s a bitch having to lose the chemistry that was undeniably there between us. Same thing that’s been burning and snagging at my gut ever since. Clearly it’s not the same situation in her mind, so I’ll just fake it for now and see where it takes us.
“So you’re just in town for the weekend?” I ask, grabbing a handful of the chips to ease the bear growl in my stomach. I haven't eaten all day.
“Yes, I’ll be heading back to LA on Sunday night I guess.”
“City girl, huh?”
“Is that a bad thing in your book?” she asks, like she’s disappointed.
“I don’t think there could be anything bad about you in my book.”
“Oh,” she says, with a small startle.
She may be a big city girl but she’s obviously not a full-of-herself one. Her humble nature only makes her more beautiful in my eyes.
“And what about you,” she returns the question. “You’re not from around here, right?”
How does she know that? The query in her voice sounds more like a confirmation as though she already knows the response.
“I mean, are you?” she adds hastily.
My state of disarray bordering on filth must have clued her in to the fact that I’ve been traveling.
“I’ve been on the road the last few days, as you can probably tell.”
“If you mean by the way you’re wolfing down those chips, yeah I can. Perhaps they serve food here.”
“Would you actually want anything on a menu in a joint like this?” I want our first meal to be somewhere better than a dive. “I passed a diner on the outskirts. I’d happily hide out with you there while we grab a bite.”
“I never even got your name.” She smiles. Then adds, “Back in the store I mean.”
“People call me Jacket,” I tell her, remembering to add “Yours?” Even though I know it perfectly.
Bella Granger, twenty seven, perfect beauty, funny, smoking hot, still single, thank fuck.
“Let’s go, I’m ready for ribs too,” she says.
So even though she’s a city girl, which I admit is a bit intimidating, she doesn't need to hang out in all those fancy joints. Drinking over-priced cocktails, spending four hundred bucks on sunglasses. She can also get down and dirty.
I get up and she immediately stands as well We’re both more than ready. So eager, our bodies glance off one another and an electric bolt flies through me. My cock twitches to life, unfurling and rock hard in an instant.
Fuck, it’s been too long.
Way too long. I’ve never gone this long in my life without being inside a woman. I’m that close to grabbing Bella and ravaging her right now. Pushing her up onto the bartop and parting her legs. She’s wearing a wraparound dress that hugs her body just enough to make me ache up and down. I’ve thought about her for so long that I feel like I know her.
And that it would be perfectly acceptable to drag her into my arms and claim her delicious mouth. Watching her lips curl around a potato chip was about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, which proves how starved I am.
I have to force myself to remember that we only met barely an hour ago as far as she’s concerned. And that no, I haven't been scrolling through her life, eager for one of her intermittent posts so I could scrape up some clue and insight into more of her.
Honestly she’s been strangely quiet in there. I thought girls were posting their life stories all day long but aside from funny photos mentioning her job as a toy promoter, there’s been not much to go on until the wedding announcement. So no, I don’t have the right to touch her or wrap her into my arms and cover her mouth with mine.
Shes not mine. Not yet.
But she will be.
I place my hand on the small of her back and she jolts as though we sparked, as you do when walking on cheap broadloom. Except the floor is cheap wood. She looks up at me with a question surging from her beautiful eyes. Did I feel it too?
Fuck yeah.
She looks away, and I do too. Awkward again. I don’t know where to put all the fierce feelings cramming at my skin, threatening to burst through. And this is completely insane. It has to be all in my mind.
I take her hand to lead her to the door.
“We’ll take my bike,” I tell her.
I may be exhausted but I’m not letting her drive.
“I need to use the washroom first then,” she stops halfway to the door and looks around.
I locate the sign and lead her toward it, at the side of the now crowded bar.
We reach the small passage with a door on either side, his and hers. I may as well take a leak while we’re here. I squeeze her hand before letting it go.
Before her fingertips leave mine, she blurts out a question I hadn't expected, “Hey, do you remember a night about six months ago, in a bar like this on the other side of town?”
Before I know what I’m doing, I’m in a kind of crazed frenzy. I half shove, half lift her, pushing her back through the door to the women’s washroom. I kick it closed behind me. Her eyes stretch wide in surprise but hold mine firm, unafraid, not letting me go.
It’s like that exact same homecoming I dreamed of. Like she’s been desperately waiting for me to come back all this time. Like she needs me as damn fucking hard as I need her. Her little hands grab at my shoulders as I move her backward at speed toward the counter-top, intending to use it like I pictured using the bar. With her sitting up there, her legs spread and me between them rocking in and out of her tight pussy. As hard and as fast as she likes.
Butt there’s no counter in a dump like this, only a basin with a single running tap. It all happens in a flash. She threads her fingers into my hair, drawing me hungrily to her as we travel urgently. All four hands are grasping and clinging. All I need is one spot to land her on, a support to lean into as I thrust into her body.
Before I find it, my mouth slams down on hers. Whether she tugs me down or I can’t hold back any longer, who knows? She’s tearing at my clothes same as I’m squeezing the gorgeous flesh cupped in my palms. I need it bared, her clothes off, her skin naked in my grasp. I need that more than I need food or drink or even fucking air.