Freeing Tuesday (3 page)

I stand back to my full height as she relaxes and I kiss her hard before she pushes me back so I’m leaning against the railing. She drops to her knees and flinches as the metal grates bite into her knees, but she doesn’t say anything as she works to free my throbbing cock.

It springs toward her as she takes it into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head. She hollows her cheeks as she pulls back, the suction and heat of her mouth cause my knees to buckle. I reach out to the railing to steady myself and thread my other hand through her hair, controlling the pace as she continues.

After a few minutes, I pull her to her feet and she pouts as I slide my dick back into my pants. I nip at her bottom lip and pull her quickly down the stairs.

“Where are we going?” she giggles. I turn around and watch her still exposed tits bounce as she bounds down the stairs behind me.

“I have an idea. Hope you don’t mind restraints.”

“Baby, I’m up for anything that gets that cock inside of any part of me.”

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Spinning her, I shove her against the bed of my truck. My leg moves in between her thighs and she instantly rocks her hips against it. Her eyes flutter closed as she rubs herself across the harsh material of my jeans.

I reach over her and into the toolbox behind her head and grab the yellow ratchet straps. Her eyes flare when she sees what I have in mind but she doesn’t protest so I pull her towards the tailgate.

Jillian eagerly sticks both hands in my direction and I get to work binding her hands together. I drop the tailgate, bending her over it so her legs dangle and her ass is at the perfect height. Hooking the ends of the straps towards the front of the bed, her arms are outstretched and her body lays out; just begging for attention.

I flip her skirt back and trail my fingers lightly down her spine, palming her ass before hauling back and smacking it. She moans and wiggles her ass under my hand. I reach up and thread my fingers through her hair and pull her head back so I can reach her face.

Twisting her to the side, I kiss her roughly and she whimpers into my mouth when my hand comes down again. My cock is rock
-
fucking
-
hard when I rub it against her ass. She tries to pin me to her by wrapping her legs around mine.

I step to the side; my hand still tangled in her hair and run my nose over the shell of her ear. “Do I need to restrain your legs as well?” I ask as I slip my free hand down and tug the metal bar in her clit, “because I will.”

“Shit! No, no, no I promise I won’t do it again. Just fuck me,
please
!” she cries out and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. The street lights give me just enough light to see the outline of her face and body.

I let go of her hair and slip myself into a condom and run my cock back and forth over her lips before sliding into her. Her breath hitches in her chest as I rock into her faster and faster. Her hips buck back against mine when I reach around to fill my hands with her tits.

When I grab a fist full of hair again and thrust into her, the alarm on my truck goes off. How the hell did I forget that was on and why is it going off
now
? I don’t stop. I
can’t
stop. Her pussy clenches around my cock as she screams a stream of unidentifiable words while she comes again. But even after she is finished I can’t stop. I’m not done and I can’t bring myself to stop long enough to go get my keys and shut this shit off so I just keep fucking her in time with the alarm.

Tuesday

My hips sway back and forth to the beat of
Blurred Lines
by Robin Thicke while I stand at the bar and take my third and final shot of the night. Evan has been gone for almost a half hour and I’m starting to get pissed off. What the hell is the point of coming to hang out with me if he’s just going to ditch me the second his dick says jump?

Fingers dance down my back but I ignore it. It’s not the first time I’ve been mistaken as someone else and they usually leave me alone after a minute of not responding to them. Either that or it’s Evan and I really don’t feel like playing this game with him right now anyway.

I ignore it until the foreign hand slides into my back pocket and squeezes my ass. The voice that shows up next to my ear makes me jump because I don’t expect it and I don’t know who it is.

“Your ass is
amazing
. How is it possible that you are here alone?” he asks while his fingers press into me again.

I reach around and pull his hand off of my ass, pressing my nails into his wrist and making him flinch.

First of all,” I seethe and drop his hand, “who told you that you could put your hands on my ass? And second, who says I’m here alone?”

“I’ve been watching you and no one other than the bartender has talked to you in a half an hour.” The guy doesn’t seem to get the hint that I don’t like to be touched and glides his hand up my arm until he reaches my neck where his thumb runs back and forth across my throat.

“Hey Tuesday, someone just came in and said the alarm on Evans truck is going off.”

I turn my face towards Kyle and silently plead with him not to call the cops for what I am about to do. He just chuckles and turns away to grab someone a beer.

Turning back to the asshole touching me I can feel myself smile sweetly at him. I flex my hand before hauling back and punching him straight in the nose. His hand drops from my neck and flies to his face as he cusses me out.

All eyes are on us and I don’t even care as I light into him. “If you ever,
ever
, touch a girl with your slimy hands again without her permission and I find out about it, I will hunt you down and cut your crotch rot infested, nonexistent dick off. Do. You. Understand?”

He nods slightly and I push my way around him, remembering that Kyle had said the alarm was going off on the truck. Where the hell is Evan? It’s his truck, if someone broke into it I’m going to have to track his ass down to take care of it.

My shoes click against the pavement as I follow the obnoxious beeping coming from the truck in the back of the lot. After I get close enough I click the button to shut it down. The alarm stops but is instantly replaced with moaning and the words ‘oh my God’ fill the air.

I know what’s happening before my eyes even see it and it just fuels my alcohol induced anger even more. Not only had he taken off on me to get his fucking dick wet but I just got groped and here he is banging some fucking random chick in the bed of his truck.

I throw the keys at Evan and they hit him in the chest just as he stills, his face contorting in pleasure. His eyes shoot to mine in shock. Seriously, did he really expect to not get caught?

I lean over the edge of the truck bed and find the same shocked look on the girls face. “Next time you decide to run off and bang some random make sure you take your fucking keys. If I had known you were going to be gone this long I would have left already and avoided being
fucking groped
!"

He pulls out, stuffs himself back into his pants and stumbles over his words as he walks towards me. I hold my hand up and he stops mid step.

“I don’t even want to hear it, Evan. I’m not in the mood.” I look back over the edge of the truck and shake my head at the girl. “Have some fucking respect for yourself.”

Turning on my heel, I take off for the cab that pulls in and slide into the back seat. Throwing my address out at him I lean back and wipe at my eyes. The alcohol must be getting to me because I never,
ever
get emotional like this. And why the hell am I getting all worked up over Evan being with some skanky chick?

I climb out of the cab after paying the driver when we pull up to the barn. It’s quiet and lonely since the guys moved down to their houses and I don’t quite know what to do about it. Without the constant drumming coming from AJ’s place or the bass music from Jason’s, even the moaning and screaming coming from groupies made it better than it is right now.

I hate the quiet. I get inside my own head, dark memories come creeping up on me and I get lost in the blackness of my past.
The most noise I hear now is the horses from downstairs and even that is muffled.

Fists bang off my door as I pull my tank top over my chest and when I pull it open, Evan storms in.

“Indecent exposure… Public Lewdness… Disturbing the peace… Where the hell do these people get off?” He shoves a piece of paper into my hands. My anger towards him has only simmered down a little bit but I have to force myself not to laugh at the outrageous amount he was fined. “Who the hell comes up with these laws? Just because her ass was hanging out. You! This is all
your
fault!”

I throw the ticket back at him and scowl, “My fault! What the fuck are you talking about?”

“They called the cops! Not because I was banging some chick who was strapped down to my truck, quite impressively I might add, but because some feisty brunette broke some asshole’s nose. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that now would you?”

I cover my mouth and laugh, “I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Obviously, it’s a lie.

“You’re such a bad liar,” he taps the ticket off my nose and I instantly sober.

Every lie that I ever got away with floods my mind; all the things I said to get off with the cops. All the people I hurt. I can tell I won’t be sleeping at all tonight.

I coil my arms protectively around myself. Faking a yawn, I tell him I am tired and push him out the door. He continues to cuss me out about his ticket when I close the door and enter the code in on the alarm.

Evan

I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me. My mind shifts direction every few seconds; from work to sex and eventually it always rounds back to Tuesday. Always back to Tuesday.

I’m a fuck up and I know it. Tuesday knows it. Hell, everyone that knows me knows it. The only things I have ever done right are enlist in the Marines and open the shop.

I was a shitty son, an even shittier brother; I’ll never have what Jameson has and that pisses me off more than I care to admit. I was content being the single guy that got any girl he wanted. I never thought I would ever want to be the guy that wanted a house and a wife with a few kids running around. Then I met
her
and she fucked up everything I ever thought I needed in my life.

I can tell myself over and over that all I want from Tuesday is to be her friend. That I can check her out every once in a while but it will never be more than that. But I would just be lying to myself because I would probably snap if I ever saw her with another guy.

Last night, not only did she walk in on threesome Thursday, but she caught me fucking a girl in the back of my truck right after. It’s not like I can stop and tell her that every time I close my eyes, no matter who I’m having sex with, all I see is her. All I
ever
fucking see is her.

Sitting up, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, drop my head and drive my palms into my eyes. All I can see is the broken look Tuesday had when she threw my keys at me, and it kills me.

She’s all I think about. All I want and it’s driving me insane that she doesn’t see it. I get how she doesn’t see it though. I’m pretty sure every time she turns around my dick is inside someone else.

It doesn’t matter if that broken look meant that she thinks about us like that too because she won’t let anything happen. She probably thinks I’ll fuck around on her because that’s all she has ever seen me do.

I grab the glass of water off the end table and twirl it between my fingers for a minute before I chuck it at the wall and watch it shatter. Water coats the wall, dripping down the paint and the shattered glass covers the floor. Just like that, I broke it. Just like everything else in my life.

It doesn’t matter though; I’m always going to be a screw up. Tuesday is never going to be anything more than my friend so what the hell does it matter?

Fuck it. I grab my Jarhead Ink shirt and pull it over my head before heading to work. My work is the only thing that needs to matter in my life and if I have to screw every girl that passes by me, I will. I’ll keep doing it until it isn’t Tuesday's face I see when I close my eyes.