A Woman Gone Mad (7 page)

I move away and pretend it’s to grab a drag of my—his, shit…our—cigarette.

His big hands settle at the nape of my neck, and he grabs two fistfuls of my hair and yanks my head back until I’m looking into his eyes.

“Mm hmm?” he asks, stone-faced. “Nuh uh, Lil. I asked you a question. You comin’ with me tomorrow night?”

“Yes, Leo, I’m coming with you tomorrow night.” I smirk. “Now are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

Coming, coming at, coming to… Just where will we come, Leo?

“Don’t give away surprises, Lil. You’ll find out tomorrow.” He leans in, keeping one hand in my hair while the other one snatches my cigarette and tosses it aside. Then his hand is on my ass and he’s pulling my body up to his.

His hardness digs into my stomach as he pulls me closer and tighter to him. He is staring down into my face. It almost seems as though he is daring me to shy or push away.

Hell no, buddy. Hell fucking no. Ain’t happening.

I run my hands up his chest, over his wide, broad shoulders, and then grab my own two tiny fistfuls of Leo’s hair before pulling his mouth to mine.

And I do not fuck around either, ladies and gentlemen. I go big, dammit, ’cause I ain’t goin’ home. I bring myself up to him as much as I can, crushing my mouth to his. His hand in my hair grasps tighter, and he uses it to take over our kiss. The hand on my ass scoops me up, his forearm holding my weight.

Immediately my legs wrap around his waist and grind down on him hard. I bite down on his bottom lip, using my teeth to pull it out. I use his gasp for a breath as my advantage into his hot, wet mouth. Our tongues dance around each other like they have been doing this since the beginning of time, in total sync with our bodies moving against each other.

He positions my body against the side of the house and brings his other hand to the front of my neck. He doesn’t squeeze, but shit, it’s locked there. He uses both hands—one for fisting my hair and one at the base of my throat to anchor my mouth in a way that gives him the access to deepen this kiss to a whole new level of kissing.

I moan and know exactly what I’m on the brink of. Leo brings his hand from the front of my neck down to the top of my white wife beater and yanks it down, bra and shirt. I gasp and pull away, looking into his face that resembles a predator that is hungry as hell and just found his long awaited meal. And as quickly as the hot, humid night hits my bare skin, Leo’s warm large and calloused hand engulfs my heavy breast.

Shit, I’m gonna die. I’m gonna die and I’m going straight to hell and I don’t give a damn!

Leo’s hand squeezes until most of my breast is pushed up to him like an offering. Then he rains kisses, licks, and nips along the top, along his offering, while his thumb and forefinger pinch and pull at my nipple. And I swear on all things that if he doesn’t stop what his mouth and deft fingers are doing, if we don’t stop our bottom halves from the world’s
BEST
dry humping session, I will come undone—literally.

I throw my head back against the house. It’s coming. I know it—I feel it. It’s right there. All I have to do is grab it and run with it.

BAM! Shirt, bra—yanked up. I’m dropped to the earth and being held steady by Leo a foot away.

My eyes fly up to his in complete and utter astonishment. The hell’s wrath that is about to come off my tongue and spear his fucking ass dies when he steps behind me, cupping his hand over my mouth while he pulls me into the shadows of the trees and farther behind the house.

I’m stumbling and tripping over roots and mole hills until I crash into his hard body behind me. He holds me perfectly still while my mind is trying to organize rational thoughts from chaotic ones.

“I’m sorry, baby.
FUCK,
I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” He quietly clears his throat. “I didn’t mean to get carried away. I swear to God I didn’t. It’s just…”

“Lil? Lil? Where’d you run off to, girl?” we hear Mrs. Stewart calling from the porch. Then we hear her muttering something until it’s cut off by her heading back into the house and closing the front door.

Leo spins me around, and when I look up and see his face, he is wearing a grin—no, a smile. A smile unlike any other smile I have ever seen before. Leo has a huge, boyish grin splitting his face.

“Mm hmm, it’s just what, Mr. I-asked-you-a-question?” I grin at him, a cocky look dancing across my face. The excitement inside me keeps running higher and higher.

“You ain’t no fucking child, are ya, my little firecracker?” The boyish smile is still across his face. “Shit, you’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before, Lil. Fucking sexy as hell, sassy as shit, lookin’ so goddamn innocent. I’ve been running from you for a month. Then I get one taste, one fuckin’ taste of you, and you come alive in my arms like I’m balls deep inside you.”

Wait… What? He say something about balls?

One of his arms is still around my waist while he uses his other hand to scrub his face. Then he runs his long fingers through his hair, pushing it out of his face, muttering to himself, “Nothing I’ve ever fuckin’ seen…” He steps back and straightens his clothes before he looks up at me from under the curtain of his blond hair and nods to my lovely, disheveled appearance. I start to follow his lead, straightening shit out.

Once we’re somewhat situated, he pulls me in front of him. With his hand, he leads me by the small of my back and we make our way up the back porch stairs. He opens the back door and we head into the kitchen, where we are met by Mr. and Mrs. Stewart, April, and Josh, all looking up at our entrance.

Leo laughs behind me and announces, “Guess what I found in the backyard running around, trying to catch lightning bugs when I stepped outside for a smoke?”

A huge grin lights April’s face up. She winks and turns, heading out of the kitchen. Josh groans and is looking at Leo with a look that says, ‘Are you fucking kidding me, bro?’

Mr. and Mrs. Stewart sigh in relief. “Well, thank God! I thought someone had snatched you up!”

Ah…technically yes, that is correct.

“She was just about to call your parents. Damn, girl, don’t be so flighty. That’s how you end up in trouble, young lady,” Mr. Stewart says sternly.

Actually I get myself in trouble by babysitting for people who
DO NOT
need a babysitter. But hey, I’m not complaining. No siree.

Mr. and Mrs. Stewart continue their shit talk as they walk away, leaving Leo and me alone in the kitchen.

Leo’s strong arms slip around me as he pulls me against his chest, resting his chin on my shoulder, his lips brushing my ear. “Tomorrow night, firecracker, tomorrow night…and make sure you have a friend and a lie lined up, ’cause you aren’t goin’ home at bedtime, baby.”

He kisses my bare shoulder then turns and leaves out the back door. I numbly walk toward the living room and out the front door before getting into Mrs. Stewart’s car.

“Okay, bitch!!!! Ya hear that! TOMORROW NIGHT!!!!! WHOOMP, THERE IT IS!!!”

Seriously, Lilly? Shit. What in the hell am I doing? I’ve spoken to Leo twice. Both times I’ve turned into nothing more than a bitch in heat. Please tell me what in the hell I’m doing and WHY!

“Hey…”
She’s trying to calm my nerves.
“It’s okay, Lil. Look, you spent how many hours on the phone with Michael? You told him anything and everything. You told him your dreams, what you want out of life. All the while, he told you the same. He bought you gifts
—”

A gift, Lilly. One.

“A gift. He took you to the movies. You two met each others’ parents. And for what?”

Lilly, I specifically remember you telling me to let go, love him. Because he was doing those things to show me that he loved me…

“Oh my gosh! Don’t hang the shit over my head! That was a first for the both of us, especially on that level, okay? What I’m saying now is, it’s okay. Michael did all that shit and for what? Hell, I still haven’t made sense out of it. I know your ass hasn’t.”

Okay, and what in the hell is your point now?

“My point is that Leo is the complete opposite of Michael and what you have with Leo is the complete opposite of what you had with Michael. So…just go with it. Sheesus knows I’m having a
BLAST just going with it. Besides, you can’t punk out now.”

Fuck, I know I can’t. And dammit, I reeeeally don’t want to either.
A smile is dancing its way through me with its new best friend excitement as Mrs. Stewart pulls into our driveway.

F
riday night comes at me and my world like a motherfucking hurricane.

With that statement being said, do you want to know what two songs were on a continuous loop in my head from the moment I woke up and secured my sleepover lies until I was showered, shaved, and dressed to the nines in my shortest hip-hugging shorts, smallest cleavage-enhancing top, and strappy high-heeled sandals—and even while I was slipping into the front seat of Leo’s fully restored navy ’79 Camaro?

Song number one: Bob Dylan’s ‘Hurricane.’ Song number two: Three Dog Night’s ‘Mama Told Me Not to Come.’

Make note of song number two. It will make a reappearance probably several times in this story.

As soon as I’m in Leo’s car, he hands me an open, ice-cold Bud Light with a wink and settles his hand on my knee, at least until it’s time to shift gears. But after that, his hand settles right back on my left knee.

GNR is blaring through his stereo speakers, the ballad and piano keys—*
coughs* I can play by heart
—of ‘November Rain’ spill into the car and into my bones. Ol’ Bob D. and Three Dog disappear into the night—little did I know….along with my innocence.

Much to my surprise—and if I were to tell you today, my disappointment—I’m not taken to a restaurant for a first date dinner and I’m not shown a beautiful pallet near the lakes with a picnic basket full of fruit and wine.

Nope, we drive…all night. Leo’s plan is to take on the highway with nothing more than a full tank of gas and a cooler full of Bud Light.

We drive across state lines. Then after that we drive past any signs of civilization, and once we’ve reached broken roads and dirt trails, he turns around and drives us back over our state line.

Now, keep in mind, people, that I’ve had alcohol
maybe
twice before this night. And
never
enough to get drunk.

Motherfuckers,
I AM DRUNK
! And shit, I am loving every second of it. At least until the car sickness begins that was spurred by my non-eating teenage ass along with the, shit, five? Eight? Eleven Bud Lights?

You guessed it—Lil crossed her own state line throwing her damn guts up outside and
all
along Leo’s beautiful 1979 Chevy Camaro. And you all know how much he loves that.

He whips his car into a car wash. You know, the kind where you get out of the car, slip quarters into a slot, and use the brush and hard rinse sprayer to wash your car.

The whole time Leo is feeding the quarters into the machine, he is cussing like a pissed off sailor.

Um, I’m sorry, asshole. I didn’t mean to drink so damn much. What, with you handing me beer after beer while you were sitting in the driver’s seat with your damn bottle of water!

After I guess he thinks his baby is clean enough, it is now my turn. You know, the bitch who dirtied up his baby.

I am ripped from the passenger seat and sat against the brick stall wall while he unleashes the hard rinse on me—full blast.

I remember thinking in my drunken state,
Shit, he’s going to drown me…right fucking here.

Then the beginning verses of Three Dog Night’s ‘Mama Told Me Not to Come’ filter though my drunk mind.

Finally the harsh water stops tearing into my skin. Through my blurry vision, I watch Leo open his trunk and yell, “Get out of those fucking sopping wet clothes. Not gettin’ your drunk ass back in my car wet!”

Fuck it, I’m pissed. I’m drunk and I’m in the damn hood with at least ten guys straight up staring at the debacle that is me and this night.

I strip right there. Leaving on nothing but my strappy high-heel sandals, I walk over to him while he’s digging through his trunk. His head comes up and he stops with his mouth wide open, ready to talk shit. I see a muscle shirt and a pair of boxers in his right hand.

I grab the boxers first, shimmy those up, then go to grab the shirt, but Leo doesn’t let go. He hauls me up against him, covering my body with his, and leans down to growl into my ear, “What in the
FUCK
are you doing, Lil?”

I grab for the shirt in the same second that I use every drunken ounce of my body to push him off of me. “Well, I am only acting like the complete and utter dirty trash you just treated me like, you fucking piece of shit!” Slipping the shirt over my head, I waltz to the passenger’s side door, whip it open, and shout over my shoulder, “Your drunk whore is no longer wet.” Turning toward our audience, I yell, “Fellas, give the boy a hand, would ya? He got his fucking wish, right?” I turn and look at Leo. “Now it’s time to take the girl home.” I slam the door closed behind me.