Love Me ~ Like That (3 page)

Here we go with the insults. Sometimes this gets intense and being the peacemaker gets old fast.

“Fake Ass Hoe, not working your street corner tonight? What, are you on antibiotics for another yeast infection?” Hendrix throws right back at her, and furrows his brows.

“Guys, stop it, can’t you two get along for five minutes?” I ask.

“Bay, when asswipe shows you some manners and behaves toward you, like you’re a lady, I won’t have any problems with him,” Lizzie says.

“Get in the car and close your door, Bailey. Let’s go, babe.”

“Bye, Lizzie, I’ll call you tomorrow.” I get in and shut the door.

Hendrix slowly backs out of the driveway.

I turn to him and put my arms around his neck. “Hey, babe, I thought you were going to call me to let me know when you were going to pick me up.” I give him a kiss on the cheek. He smells so good, so manly. I love this cologne. I swear it has pheromones in it.

Once he’s off the gravel driveway and onto the road, he punches the gas. My head snaps back from the jolt.

Great! He’s pissed.

Again.

“What’s wrong, babe, did you have a bad day? I bet I can make it better.” I smile and sound as sexy as possible.

“Why do you allow Lizzie to talk to me like that? I thought you were in love with me. How can you let a redneck like her say stuff to me like that? Don’t start the shit about her being family because y’all aren’t family.” He forces out a rush of air then starts up again. “I hate you living all the way out here. I’m not going to get my car scratched in that gravel driveway.”

I sit in shock because he has completely blown my mind. Has he gone off the deep end? He and Lizzie always dig at each other, but I’ve never seen him lose it like this at her insults. He knows how close Lizzie and I are. We were raised together for God’s sake. Granny kept both of us while our moms worked. That is family in my book.

“Hendrix, I don’t know what has happened today but you are obviously in a bad mood. Lizzie
is
my family and I’ve told you before how much I love my family. If I had to choose between you and my family, you would be shit out of luck. This isn’t a forever living arrangement for me. When it’s over, we can go back to being us again. Until then, please understand I have to do this for them. I love you, babe. Let’s just have a good night. I will come to you from now on, okay?” If only he could grasp this. Isn’t family important to everyone?

He still has an intense look on his face and the muscles in his face are flexing. I roll my eyes. When he starts this shit, it pisses me off. When I can keep him and Lizzie away from each other, everything is great. He never acts like this unless they go at each other’s throats. Lizzie only has my best interest at heart. She thinks Hendrix treats me like a dog turd. I don’t know what to think myself.

“Well, if we ever get married, they will not be welcome in our home,” he snarls.

Oh, I know he didn’t just go there. My family is a hard limit for me. So before I rip him a new asshole, he needs to take me home. “What has gotten into you lately? Where did my sweet boy go? You know, Hendrix, I can’t take this tonight. If you are going to be mad the whole night, just turn around and take me back.”

I want to be with Hendrix, but I know how rough he can be when he’s mad. Sex isn’t good when he’s mad. As it is, he doesn’t take the time to make sure I have my own happy ending. I want to go home so I do not have to deal with all of this.

He slows down and carefully pulls off the road. “Are you done, Bailey?” He looks at me with a condescending sneer then shakes his head. “Come here, Sweetheart.” He pulls me over the console of the car and onto his lap, having me straddle him.

His whole tone changes to the sweet, loving Hendrix I adore.

“I’m sorry for talking that way to Lizzie, I’m really just kidding around with her. That’s our thing, we call each other names. You know how much I love you, I just want to be with you.” He points to my head. “I hate for anyone else to be in here but me.”

He kisses me and slips his hands under my skirt to rub me through my panties. He loves me in short skirts and barely there lace panties for this reason. I feel him getting hard and he is pressing into me.

“Feel how much I want you, Bailey? You know I can make you feel good.”

He tears my panties.

Wanting me right now, here on the side of the road. The road that all of my family travels down frequently. I don’t want to do this here. I love how much he wants me, but not here, where we can be seen by anyone passing by.

“No, Hendrix, let’s go to your place, not here, please.”

He rips off my panties and rubs my nub.

Waves of pleasure roll through me. “No, come on, I know a dirt road that isn’t very busy and I’ll do anything you want there.”

“See how wet you are, Bailey? You want this right here, right now.”

All this will be is a quickie because there isn’t any room in his car. I need more than a quick wham-bam thank you ma’am. I have an inner kink goddess, dammit! But I’m getting hot. He knows exactly how to push me to the point where I forget he never brings me over the edge into ecstasy. He licks up my neck as his other hand slides under my shirt and unclasps my bra. He likes when I wear front clasp bras so he can undo them easily. He pinches my nipple with one hand, palming my breast with the other. I’ve lost a lot of the sensation in them from getting my implants so I give him the right reactions.

“These were the best two things I’ve ever spent my money on.”

Hendrix loves my boobs now. He wanted me to get double Ds, but I talked him into regular Ds. I only weigh 115 pounds so I thought I would topple over if I got double Ds. “You were right, I did need them. I look so much better with them.”

He puts two fingers inside of me, and my breath hitches, I move against them. That does feel good. I kiss him, and my arousal grows. I kiss him harder. I want him, dammit. I can’t control myself when he does this and he knows it. He counts on this reaction from me. I muster up all the self-control possible, “Not here, Hendrix. I enjoy you letting your twisted side out to play, but this road is well traveled.”

“Ugghh, where then? I’m not driving twenty miles back to my place and then turning around to bring you back to babysit.”

I nibble on his ear, putting forth my best effort to get him out of this funk. “I know. What was I thinking?” I’m going through every solution possible to come up with a venue to his liking. “So the dirt road is out?”

“To get my car dirty? I just had it detailed, Bailey.”

I wanted us to actually go out, do something fun tonight, but all our relationship has come to over the last few weeks is hooking up. There isn’t any of the romance we had back at college. He doesn’t try to woo me anymore. “I don’t know, Hendrix. Let’s go get something to eat, I’m hungry.” I slide over to my seat. Flipping down the visor, I check to see how much damage has been done to my makeup. None! This shit is good!

“Just forget it.” He does a one-eighty in the middle of the road, scaring the shit out of me, and heads back toward the house, “Look, Bay, when you finally have time for me, why don’t you let me know.” He looks over at me sulking.

I have to pick my jaw up off the floorboard. What. The. Hell. So he didn’t get his way, and now he doesn’t even want to be with me at all? Unbelievable!

He pulls in front of the house, not in the driveway, “Look, sweetheart, I’ve had a long day and it looks like you did too. I’ll call you tomorrow and we will have a real date.” He gives me a quick kiss, “I promise to make this up to you. I should have cancelled tonight. I knew I was already in a horrible mood.”

He does sound contrite.

“You know I love you, right? Here, take some money and buy some sexy new panties for me to tear off of you.” He reaches into his wallet and pulls out several one hundred dollar bills and hands them to me.

This feels more like a transaction than a date, and humiliation blankets me. “Yeah, Hendrix, I know,” I limply show him the cash, giving him a smile. “You show me all the time.”

“That’s my girl.”

My cynicism is lost on him, and I feel frustrated. He’s already gone. His mind is anyway. Times like this is when I question the longevity of our relationship.

After I get out of the car, I stand at the head of the driveway and watch him speed off. I try to calm myself down, but my frustration is at an all-time high.

The cab light of a truck goes on across the road and I see the outline of a guy. I guess he is one of our new neighbors. I take a few deep breaths, saying, “Breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth. In through the nose, and out through the mouth.” I hear a soft chuckle. Damn, I didn’t know I was being that loud.

I turn down the driveway, feeling like I am taking the walk of shame. I feel horrible I let Hendrix treat me this way. If anyone, other than Lizzie knew this, I would die of embarrassment. It’s bad enough she knows. My family would be so disappointed in me for allowing this.

When I walk inside the house, Granny is all smiles, and Papa is even awake. I’m about to get the Spanish Inquisition because I’ve been gone for less than an hour and Granny is intuitive.

“Well, hey there Bailey, come on in and have a seat,” Papa says. With his dementia, he can’t always remember I live with them. “You just missed meeting our new neighbors.”

Papa loves to have company. He actually wakes up and talks to them. He might not remember them tomorrow, but that’s okay, he still loves having people around. I inwardly sigh as I contemplate his failing health. He still remembers us right now and that is what matters to me.

I look over to Granny for verification and she nods. “Margie Wilson and her son Cash. They seem real nice, Bailey, you need to meet him.”

Geez.
“Is that so? That wouldn’t have anything to do with you and Lizzie not liking Hendrix? What kind of name is Cash anyway? Is that like Johnny?” I laugh. I give them both a kiss on their cheek, “I love you guys, I’m going to go settle down for the night, that way I can get up early and work on your roses for you Granny.”

She beams. “Cash said he would mow the yard for us tomorrow, too.”

Good. One less thing I have to do. I can focus more on my job and make a little more money. “Alright, I have the monitor on so I can hear if you call for me, do I need to help get Papa in bed?” I look at him.

He shakes his head. “I can take care of myself, I don’t know why you worry about me.” He holds up his crooked finger to me.

His scolding and stern look gets me in my heart every time because he truly doesn’t realize how sick he is.

The family was told he is still in the early stages, that things will only get worse as time goes by. We are researching everything we can find on the subject to prepare ourselves. We give him the best care we can at home, to keep his schedule and routines the same, to avoid putting him in a nursing home. He deserves the love and care we can give him here.

“Have you both taken your nightly medicine already?” Granny nods and I look over at Papa. “Did you take yours or did you spit it out?”

He grins, “I always take my medicine.”

“Goodnight, sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” I chime out of habit.

“Sweet dreams, baby, love you,” Granny says.

I’m not sure who just left in that little fancy car, but I hope they aren’t around a lot driving like that. Thankfully, they probably don’t live around here because they only dropped someone off at the Jackson’s place across the street and left.

Mom and I just came back from meeting the Jacksons. She’d insisted on meeting them right away. I have a hard time telling her no because she’s been through so much. If meeting these new neighbors was going to make her happy, then that was going to happen, one way or another.

First impressions mean a lot to me. I instantly liked the Jacksons, and I’m glad to have decent neighbors. They’re an elderly couple who look like they can barely get around. Mrs. Jackson is a sweetheart. I can see mom and her getting along fine. Mom can use a friend and maybe a little guidance. Mr. Jackson is a funny fella, I can already tell, he likes to tell stories. I hope he doesn’t drive that Jeep Wrangler himself. If so, I’m staying off the roads, whenever I see it’s gone.