Roar (21 page)

Her brows rise and the corner of her mouth kicks a little, like she is enjoying this. I feel like a teen again, wanting to rip her eyes out and not caring for the consequences.

Instead I remain silent and on my side of the teller booth, my body’s so taut my back aches already.

“Well, it seems your partner has canceled the accounts.”

I chew on my lips even though they did nothing wrong as I process the situation as a reality. Really, it’s my fault that I didn’t withdraw my funds before he got to it. I have had ample time to sort my shit out. Our account should have been one of the first I dealt with. Instead, I sat out in the open like a waiting duck in front of her hunter. Then again, knowing Paul, he would have done this the same day he threw my belongings to the curb if he wanted to.

“So the account is closed without my signature? I didn’t think that would be possible,” I say with tone. Frankly, she, and the ease of how this could happen to anyone, pisses me off.

She looks at her screen and back at me. “It was filed under stolen account information and you also signed a single signature authorization. He closed this account and didn’t open another… is this a domestic problem?”

My heart is thudding hard and I’m quaking all over. It now has little to do with Molly, though the woman isn’t helping, and more to do with my own stupidity. I was foolish, and now I’m paying the big, fat price. I could go to court for my share, but that would mean a lot of dredging I care never to face.

“No, thanks for your help.” I don’t care that I didn’t sound sincere. I don’t look at her again, nor do I listen to the words ooze from her mouth as I leave. I just walk out of there before I do something I will regret. I’m so distracted I walk right past the grocer, before realizing I will need a few fundamentals for the next few days. I only have seventy dollars in my purse, and maybe some change. Coffee, bread, spread, and milk are at the top of the list. I could live on that; done worse in my college days. Tonight would be easy; Nate will be bringing dinner. I just have to make sure I don’t tell him what’s happened. We don’t need that issue to escalate. Nate is already walking a tight line when it comes to the police and Paul; I don’t need to add to it because I was an idiot.

I got enough supplies to last me a couple of days with a few bucks spare. I even got out of there without meeting anyone else from my school days. I just didn’t think I could have gone through another chance meeting with the likes of the Mollys in this town.

Completely drained, I head back home with a trunk full of paint and tools to get my room done and the place clean, and a passenger seat of the basic staples. Now I just gotta get my groove back. Surprisingly, it will come from the very place I hated for most of my life.

I GOTTA ADMIT, EXCEPT
for the argument this morning, this has been a productive day. This is what I wanted in my life: do a hard, honest day’s work and come home to the woman I love. I grabbed us Chinese instead of chicken and fries, some wine, and a bucket of ice cream for dessert. We probably won’t get to finish any of it, but I was so excited over our first meal and our first step into our future, I grabbed everything I could think she would like.

Pulling into the drive behind her car instead of my childhood home felt weird, but I’ll get used to it if she chooses to stay here. I’ll follow her anywhere.

I hit the old path with my bag of goodies; the early evening sky is filled with girly music playing from inside the house, which is lit up like a Christmas tree. I laugh; it feels good to be coming home to her, girly music or not.

Out the corner of my eye, I see Davey come running across the grass. I smile at him; it looks like he’s been waiting for me. I love my brother more than my life, but I want to see Charlie so bad I’m practically bouncing. I guess you could call it a symptom of my addiction to her.

“You coming over, Nate? I have a new DVD, but Nona said I can’t watch it till I have dinner.”

“No, buddy, not tonight. I have a date with Charlie.” He laughs and I give him a wink. “Go on. Go home and help Nona with dinner.”

“O–kay.” Davey says, chuckling again before jogging back up and into the house. I watch and make sure he’s inside before I head toward Charlie’s and her poor choice of tunes.

What I see, smell, and hear when I open the front door could have knocked me over. This woman is the most spontaneous, gorgeous woman I have ever met. Even licked with paint, hair in a mess on the top of her head, she’s sexy as hell. She’s wearing one of her old teen band tees and boxer shorts I’d say she found in the house here somewhere. She’s bopping and painting, singing along to the lyrics without a hint of knowledge of my presence.

I put my stuff on the floor quietly and creep toward her sexy body. I make my way past the tray of paint and crumpled dust sheet, and just as she rises as high as she can, I wrap my arms around her and try to bury my face in her sweet, soft neck. I say try, because the next thing I know, I’m holding my mouth hoping to God I haven’t got a chipped tooth.

“Oh my God, Nate. Let me look at it,” she’s screeching over the music. As much as I want to laugh because, let’s face it, it was fucking funny to be taken out by a woman, my mouth actually hurts like a damn bitch. She strokes my face and neck, the concern etched furiously across her gorgeous features.

Running my tongue along the back and front of my teeth, satisfied they’re all present, I take her pouty cheeks in my hands and smile. “They’re all there, babe. Don’t panic.”

She reaches up on her toes and her soft lips touch mine. The full tissue of her flesh cushions my lips before her delicious tongue sweeps across my mouth. I could just fucking die a happy man right now.

I let her taste me and lick me before I can’t hold back and have to devour her. Grasping her hair, I bring her to a better position for the taking, ’cause fuck, I want to take all of her. I bring her down to the floor with me, the tray of paint tips and I don’t give a shit where its contents go. I only care about her. I want her… I need her, and she knows it.

My hands make fast work of her tee and I don’t feel the least bit guilty when I hear the material tear, or feel her gasp against my lips. If anything, it only makes me hotter for her, and I fill her mouth with my tongue. She isn’t wearing a bra, which makes my heart skip a couple of beats before her tits are peaked and heaving under my touch.

Charlie’s pulling against my own clothes, and I want to help her, I do, but I’m too busy feeling her tight body with my hungry hands. Selfishly, I let her fumble and fight for what she wants.

I like it when she’s desperate with want; it makes me harder than anything she could do to me. Wanting me like that is so different to what we used to have; it’s carnal and consuming, and finally free of guilt.

We’re both panting like animals when I sit up to gaze down at her flesh. I feel like an animal of prey, staring down at his game. I want her to lose herself in me, to never remember another soul but mine. I just fucking want! Want, want, want. So I take her.

I pull my shirt over my head and throw it. She pushes herself onto her elbows predicting my next move on her shorts, and well she does, ’cause I rip the fuckers down her body and they are gone. No panties either, it seems, and the growl that comes from my chest is deep and primitive. I don’t plan to, but my mouth takes possession of that naked pussy, taking it against her bucking hips, which I hold down. I lick her and lap every line, every swelling piece of her, until she comes apart and I taste the juices of what I generate within her. On my knees I gaze into her eyes which are mere slits, showing her dark, coffee eyes. They’re deep with passion as she watches me unbuckle my jeans, sliding them, and my trunks down my ass.

It’s only then she moves, and everything about me is captivated by her wet pussy, which seconds ago dripped just for me. She shimmies off her ripped tee, dropping it behind her. She pushes against my chest so I’m leaning right back and she fucking straddling me with my pants around my knees. My cock twitches at her hot pussy, knowing what it needs… I… it, wants to be buried deep inside her, cupping my cock tightly, pulsing, slick. That desire only intensifies as she rises and falls against it, but never allowing me entry. Fuck me; she’s a temptress tease, and so fucking hot.

I’m almost undone when she licks her lips and cups my hands over her tits.
For God’s sake, woman, you’re killing me.
My cock actually hurts, pulsing to be where it belongs.

This time, I can’t let her have total control ’cause I have jack all right now. Pulling my hands from those supple tits, I grab her hips and lift her so the head of my cock sits at the gates of heaven. Her eyes grow wide in excitement and surprise before opening herself to me. I want to see her face and her eyes when I fill her, even though, right now, I want to kiss her sexy mouth, but all in good time. Right now, I need to feel her around me. My arm is starting to shake, holding her up, but I could hold her forever, I just don’t want to. I bring her down and fight against closing my eyes. Her mouth opens, jaw jutting out, the obvious sign of pleasure. Fuck me, if I don’t nearly come right now when she bites down on her full lips. She never loses my gaze, not even when I lift her again and bring her down ever-so-slowly, almost excruciatingly.

I won’t last long at this pace or intensity. I need to fight it, but I want to fuck her, love her, and fill her possessively. Charlie must feel the building of my cock. How could she not, inside that tight pussy, sliding up and down on me? I’m aching right down to my balls.

Fuck! She grinds, and I throw back my head and almost dislodge my jaw.

Her fingers grab my hair and pull me back to her lips; her full, supple, lips make good fucking love to my mouth. I think I’m in uncharted waters here, I think she is the one with all the power and I’m her slave. She rides me faster and with more confidence, dripping and taking. Her mouth is as hungry as mine, her teeth grazing my jaw, my mouth. I seek more of her flesh, from her neck to her ear, cheek, and back to her mouth, where it belongs. Our kiss is long and filled with history and growth. Our tongues know each other and our taste. As our kisses get feverish, so does our slick rhythm.

“I need you,” I beg. Yeah, I fucking beg, and I’ll beg her forever.

She rides me faster, kissing me, “You have me,” she breathes into my mouth before licking my lower lip, filling my mouth as her tongue dances with mine.

I believe her. My heart aches at her words, but my balls pull and with one final lift of her hips, I pull her home and growl into her neck. She bites hard on my shoulder, her nails digging into my blades as she comes just after me, pulsating around my sensitive, spent cock buried deep in her.

I hold her fucking tightly; I don’t want to ever let her go. I want to live inside her, and as stupid as that sounds, I couldn’t give a flying fuck. It’s me and her, and that’s all I want in this world.

Swathed in sweat and all the good things, I kiss her neck and whisper, “Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”

“Where are we going?” she mumbles, also spent.

I chuckle lightly against her exhausted, sexy voice, brushing my shoulder. “I need to clean that paint out of your hair.”

She giggles and does what she’s told. I can’t help but kiss her again before I push past the muscle strain in my thighs, the burning in my wounded shoulder, and rise to my feet with her in my arms. Kicking my pants from my feet, I survey our path to the bathroom and grimace at the mess we’ve made. Paint is pooled on and off the dust sheet, even some of our clothes are in the paint. Although, I would do it all again and not care if we didn’t have to wear clothes again.

Safely, I take her to the bathroom where I stand frozen for a moment. I haven’t been in here since that day. The mirror is boarded up so I know Nona must have been here, or at least hired someone to fix it, but never me. I was taken away. By the time I returned many years later, I couldn’t stand to open the front door, much less tour the house for memories.

Now, I have her in my arms after the best sex of my whole fucking life, and I’m scared to walk into the bathroom and wash me from her.

She must sense my trepidation. She takes my face in her hands and looks right into my eyes and my fear.

“It’s okay. He’s gone and it’s just us;
you
and
me
.”

I lean my head against hers and focus on her words, “
you
and
me
.” It’s a ridiculous fear, but sometimes fear is unreasonable. She takes my mouth in hers, and I have to stop at the basin so I don’t trip on the shower runner. I take all she offers avidly, always wanting more. I sit her on the basin and reluctantly pull away from her to run the shower.

“Can we bathe instead?”

I look at her; those precious eyes filled with adoration for me, and smile. “Of course. Do we have bubbles?” I plug the bath and turn the taps on full.

“Probably not, but I did buy some shampoo today if you don’t mind ducking out to the kitchen and getting it.”

“I’ll be right back,” I say, striding out of the bathroom, down the hall and into the kitchen. It’s then I remember the bucket of ice cream, Chinese, and wine. I divert to the living area and the front door, which I lock, and then I grab the bag of goodies and take them to the fridge.