A Little Bit of Truth (Little Bits) (29 page)

“Those are Louis Vuitton!” I shriek and attempt to pull my leg free of his hands so I can protect its shiny shoe perfection. “You don’t just throw Louis Vuitton!”

“Get your shit,” Jacob grinds out before pointing at the startled Italian. “You… fuck off!”

Joseph blinks in astonishment and grabs my arm, “You don’t have to go with this guy la mia bellezza.” That sounded hot. I have no idea what he said though, I only know it sounded really freaking hot.

“Marie, get your shit!” Jacob barks and then points at Joseph again. “Get your fucking hand off her!”

Joseph’s hand leaves me, he holds them up in surrender, “My apologies. I was not harming her. Although,” his thick black hair sways when he nods to the hand on my ankle. “I can’t say the same about you.”

“Buying her shoes so you could fuck her?” Oh, Jacob really has the wrong end of the stick. “She’s not for fucking sale!”

Aww, that’s kind of sweet. I can’t help smiling at him, he glowers at me. I stop smiling and look everywhere but at him.

“You disgust me, you think so low of her,” Joseph snarls at Jacob.

Aww, that’s kind of sweet too. I can’t help but smile at him, he returns a soft one but Jacob glowers at me again so I stop and look everywhere but at them.

“Marie, get your fucking shit!” Jacob shouts this time.

“Dude, I would.” He glowers at me again, my voice gets quiet. “But you’ve sort of got your hand wrapped around my ankle. Last I checked,” he releases my ankle. I mumble the rest to myself, “You need your foot on the ground to walk.”

I scramble to pick up my things and place the Louis Vuitton shoes back in their padded box. I forgot we had an audience until the woman just scrambled to take them from me.

“Why haven’t you fucked off yet?” Jacob hisses at Joseph.

“Because I’m not dressed and this is a hired fitting room, hired by my boss, who wouldn’t be best pleased if I were to leave looking like this.”

I’m tugging on my boots when I’m suddenly thrown over a shoulder, “But the Louis Vuitton’s!” I practically sob as they begin to get further away until finally vanishing from sight. And my boots just fell off. “Jacob! This isn’t funny anymore.”

“Shut. Up.” I feel the bite of cold on my bare feet as he steps outside with me still over his shoulder. Then I feel a little dizzy as I’m thrown into the back of a waiting car. My boots are dropped onto my lap.

Huh… when did he grab those?

Jacob climbs in next to me, his jaw tense and his hands in fists on his thighs. This definitely just got complicated. I make a squelching noise with my lips to break the awkward silence. Then I proceed to tap my finger nails on the leather between us.

I decide now is the time to possibly explain something to this clearly maniacal asshole. If I wasn’t so confused by the events and flustered I’d be fucking pissed. No, not pissed, I’d be extremely angry. “You know you…”

“Quiet.”

“But I…”

“Fucking quiet.”

“Jake!” Now I’m getting pissed off.

“Fucking. Quiet.”

“No,” I state firmly and cross my arms over my chest. “This is…”

“Lady, I swear to god. You don’t shut up right now, I’m going to get more pissed and I don’t want to get more pissed. I need quiet so I can fucking calm. We’ll talk later. Not now, later.”

“But…”

His hand grips the back of my neck
with a gentle grasp and pulls me close, so close his face is an inch from mine. “I’m begging you. Just fucking shut up. My head’s a mess. Give me a minute.”

“Jacob! I need to…!” Now I’m fucking aggravated. I want to slap him.

“Shush,”

Did he just shush me like a dog? “Did you…?”

“Shush,” there he goes again.

“Stop the car,” I demand after pressing my hand over his mouth so he can’t interrupt me.

He yanks my hand away and orders, “Keep driving.”

“STOP THE FUCKING CAR!” My fists pound onto the seat either side of me. The car stops with a jolt. I climb out onto the sidewalk and walk. Shit, I’ve got no shoes on.

“Marie…”

I spin around on him, “Shut the fuck up Jacob!”

His eyes widen in shock.

“If you’d let me explain…”

“I don’t…”

“SHUT UP!” Christ I sound like a raving banshee, I must look insane.
Fuck you pedestrians, fuck you world. “You cocksucking-asslicking-goddamn-sonofa-shittingbitch!”

“Marie, get in the car.”

“So, this morning I got a call, not long after you left. From Maya, asking me to do her a fucking favor and take her assistant out to find a new suit,” he opens his mouth to speak. I don’t let him and even though my words are coming out a mile a minute I know he’s following. “She agreed to get me the shoes I’ve wanted for fucking ages, in return for this favor! I was to take him there, get him a suit and then go home… on my own!” the last part comes out as a dangerous hiss.

“You expect me to believe that?”

My mouth drops open, “I don’t care if you believe shit Jacob! I don’t have to explain myself to you!”

He winces, I’m breaking through.

I inhale a calming breath, “I’m right, I don’t have to explain shit to you. And let me just tell you something, not one of my friends has ever… and I mean
ever
spoken to me like that… or about me like that!” He visibly cringes. “Yeah, sinking in now huh buddy? Take me home because as pissed as I am, I’m not stupid enough to walk home without shoes.” Then I climb back into the car and slam the door. He follows on his side.

“Marie… I…”

“Fucking quiet,” I retort and I’m thankful when he is, fucking quiet.

My chest heaves with each heavy breath, my eyes burn and my phone rings, which is really annoying because I don’t want to talk right now. It’s my dad.

“Hey Pops,” I sniff and try to sound as normal as possible, I ignore Jacob’s flinch and vaguely wonder what it’s about but then I remind myself that I’m angry and I don’t give a fuck.

“Hey baby girl, I can’t get away for two. I’m sorry.” He does sound genuinely sorry.

“It’s okay, it’s my fault for cancelling.” And choosing shoes over my own dad. What kind of person am I? “Reschedule?”

“Definitely. I’ll call you later.”

“Brilliant,” I stare out of the window.

“Love you Marie.”

“You too.” I hang up and cross my arms over my chest.

Ten minutes pass. Nothing but our soft breathing can be heard. This is so fucked up.

I sigh deeply and shift in my seat, tucking my hands between my thighs while my teeth worry my lip.

Jacob reaches over and slides his fingers around my wrist, I allow him this but
keep staring out of the window.

After a moment I feel a cold point glide across the top of my wrist a few times,
hehe, that tickles. Then my hand is placed back on my lap.

He’s written on my arm in rather neat writing,
Forgive me?

He takes my arm again as I stifle a small smile. I feel the pen glide along the top of my wrist again before it’s placed back in my lap.

I’m sorry.

And again.

You’re important to me.

And again.

If you forgive me I’ll autograph your pussy with my tongue???

It’s getting really hard to not laugh and he’s running out of arm space.

You’re my best friend.

Oh god, there’s more.

Go steady with me?

What is this? The fifties? Are we in school passing notes?

He turns my hand over, palm facing upwards. I look away as he writes on the wrist below my palm in smallish writing.

My heart stops as I read.

You’re the only thing I ever had that was real. You’re my truth, my reality.

I don’t respond for a few seconds, maybe because I’m still processing the words I read in his email drafts. My lips curve up in a smile. He looks away as I reach over and take the pen and his hand at the same time. I proceed to write on his arm in response. On the inner wrist, directly over his pulse.

My heart hammers as I wait for her response. Every second she writes on my wrist my heart feels heavier and colder. She’s going to deny me. I can feel it.

Shit. She’s stopped writing, I daren’t look but I do. And I’m glad I did.

Okay :-)

I don’t hesitate, I lean over and slam my lips onto hers, annoyed slightly when she turns her head to remove her mouth from mine but I don’t say anything. I kiss along her jaw and to her neck instead. It’s seconds before she’s melting against me and starts working her hands up my chest and over my shoulders. It’s perfect, she feels perfect and her body is fucking perfect beneath mine.

With a groan I push her back against the window and slide in between her legs. After quickly barking out her address to the driver I
try to take her mouth again. This brings back awesome memories of our first night together. Except, yet again, she doesn’t kiss me back. Whatever, I’ll get around to doing that again sooner or later.

“Oh god,” she whimpers when I grip her breast with my hand and squeeze with the right amount of pressure. As a reward she bucks her hips up so her hot core rubs my aching length. It really only takes seconds to get me hard in the presence of this female. It should be embarrassing but it makes me feel rather smug.

Most girls would freak out that the driver has a front row view of what’s going on right behind him. Not Marie, which reminds me of our time in the taxi when she swallowed my junk after jacking me off. That was fucking brilliant. I wonder if she’ll do it again.

First I need to taste her
and make her thighs squeeze my head until I lose circulation to my scalp. That sounds awesome.

“You left my fluffy socks behind,” she suddenly says. “You owe me socks.”

“Shut up,” I laugh and suck on the curve of her breast, snaking my tongue beneath her top and bra until I feel the tip of her nipple. “I want in you.”

“Uh-huh,” she murmurs and
kisses my neck, right behind my ear, making sure to give it a little nip with her teeth that sends tingles straight to my already throbbing cock. “Soon.”

“Too right,” I mumble and lick a trail down her collarbone, following it with my nose. “You smell
amazing. You always smell amazing.”

“Right back at you. Oh god.”

“Yep, that’s right baby, call me as you see me.” I ignore the bark of laughter from the front of the vehicle. Then a rational thought enters my mind as I pop open the button to Marie’s pants. No other man gets to see this body as it writhes in ecstasy. Sure nobody can see inside as the windows are tinted but the driver can. Why do I feel jealous? “Let’s slow this down.”

She glances at the front of the car and nods in agreement, “Let’s just
touch each other like naughty teens.” Her hand grips mine and presses it to her breast. “Second base is fine.”

“You’re going to kill me,” I sink my teeth into the skin at the curve of her shoulder and smile when she begins to pant and tremble.

Our position is a little bit awkward and uncomfortable but I forget about that when her hand grips my dick through my pants and squeezes.

We’re thoroughly enjoying this for a while, so much so that we don’t feel the car stop and we don’t feel the window roll down and we don’t hear the clicks of Maya’s and Summer’s phones as they snap pictures.

I do become alert when Summer yells, “YOUTUBE!”

Marie sighs and glares at Maya over my shoulder, “Piss off.”

“Nope.” Click, click, click.

“Get off me so I can kill this bitch,” Maya only laughs at her words, that is until she uses her foot to open the door and kick it open so it swings into Maya’s thigh; who squeals and jumps back, “Bitch.”

“Can’t we have a little privacy?” I grumble as I climb off Marie and help her out of the car. “Go home guys.”

“GET OFF MY SISTER!” Mason shrieks like an angry housewife. I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a rolling pin in one hand and an oven glove on the other.

“Lord deliver me,” I sigh and lift Marie by the waist. She squeals when I pick her up and hold her tight to protect my face from her brother.

“Mason, leave him alone,” Maya snaps and pats me on the shoulder. Marie and
Summer only laugh. What’s so funny?

Why do my knees feel cold?

Why’s Maya laughing?

Why can I hear clicking?

“My pants have come down haven’t they?” I groan and lower Marie to the pavement before tugging them up. “When did you undo my belt?”

“Magic fingers baby,” she grins wickedly and grabs her brother by the ear before he can lunge for me again. “Stop being a baby Mason or I’m cal
ling Gran.”