Find out if Liz will for the bad boy in LOVE'S ACHE by Ava Alise!
Liz and I stopped for burgers, when she stood from the booth and said she was going to the restroom, I playfully followed her. I was actually planning to go to the men’s room, but the way she kissed me before entering the restroom, following her inside seemed like the better plan.
Her soft moans hum through the small space, as my tongue trails over her collar bone. The strings that are supposed to be holding her halter top up, are hanging loosely. I kiss my way down toward her nipples and take one in my mouth, causing her back to arch as she squeezes her thighs together. The sound she makes turns me to steel. It’s soft, breathy, almost a moan, but almost a plea. I’m getting so lost in her taste and in her sounds. My heart is beating so fast, she has to feel it, but she seems too focused on trying not to moan.
“People, Liz,” she whispers to herself. “Old ladies and kids… old ladies and kids,” she gulps. “How wrong it would be to just start moaning all loud, confusing the kids and scaring the old ladies?”
She’s cute, and I can’t help but chuckle.
I pull her body forward against my lips and kiss my way down her body. When I make it to her sexy little belly button, I slowly lick circles around it, causing her to tremble. I fucking love how good she feels. I will break her. I will break her, or I will break myself. The way she’s breathing and rubbing my head, makes me think of something better I could be doing with my tongue. That line though, I won’t cross, I can’t, I’m not strong enough. I know I’ll completely lose it if I touch her there, because I know what it would do to her, and I know what THAT would do to me.
She bites the inside of her jaw, closes her eyes, and leans her head against the wall.
“Chris…,” she moans.
Ok, I lied. Not only will crossing the panty line make me lose it, her moaning my name just might get her fucked. I may need to prepare to disengage.
She squeezes my biceps to steady herself, but when I dip my tongue in her belly button, a loud satisfied “mmmmmm” leaves her lips. Her eyes fly open, and her head snaps down.
The ‘oh shit’ expression plays on her face, I grin playfully then immediately stand, kissing her.
“Too… intense?” I tease, smiling against her lips.
“Shut up,” she says. I chuckle, and she moves, backing me against the wall on the other side of the room.
We quickly become lost in each other, panting, kissing, sucking, and groping… all things that shouldn’t go on in a public restroom. After a few minutes, I hear a light tapping sound and we freeze in place.
Knocking… someone is fucking knocking on the door.
I look immediately at the door to see if the person is trying to come inside, even though I know the door is locked.
“Hello?” I hear a little squeak of a voice from the other side of the door. It’s a kid, a little boy.
Shit, do we ignore the kid? Let the kid piss himself? That’s wrong. Fuck. How awkward will it be if we both leave the bathroom together, all flushed and sweaty and walk straight into a confused 3 year old?
Her eyes are as big as saucers, and I match her ‘oh shit’ expression as I try hard not to laugh.
“But mommy tells me to use the girl’s bathroom,” the small squeaky voice says.
Yes, kid go away!
A man’s voice tells the kid to use the boy’s room and, after a few seconds, we hear the men’s room door close.
We both continue to stare at each other, wide eyed, and then we begin to laugh quietly. That is definitely our cue to get the hell out of this bathroom. As we return to our booth, I notice the light in her eyes, she looks as starved as I feel, and neither of us want food. I’m curious as to how much longer this will go on, I just may have met my match in the stubborn as shit department. Most of our near misses today have ended with me walking away, but she almost broke in the car, earlier. We decided to go for a walk in the park, about a mile from my house. It didn’t take us long to realize that it was a horrible idea. Hangovers and sun do not mix, so, we hopped back in the car, laid the seats back, and cranked up the music.
We talked about all kinds of things, like how she likes putting ranch on her pizza, and how the smell of bleach makes her happy.
“It reminds me of my grandmother,” she said, with smiling eyes.
“Grandma used too much bleach, but those cool sheets felt great in the summer.”
She laughed, and covered her face. “Does that make me weird?” she blushed.
“No,” I tell her. She just dropped her hands, and smiled.
“If it makes you feel better, I like the smell of new shoes. I smell them right out of the box.”
“Aw. Did your grandfather own a shoe shop or something?”
“No. I’m just weird.”
We both laughed.
She was quiet for a while after that. Bruno Mars “When I was your man” played and I wondered if it was making her sad. I felt the urge to turn it off, as I watched hints of the Sad, Sexy girl I met at the bar make an appearance for the first time this weekend. I didn’t turn it off though, I stayed quiet and I watched her look at everything and nothing.
“So, how does this work?” she says, a few minutes after the song ends.
“How does what work?”
“The casual sex.”
My brows knit. True, we’ve been all over each other, so, I’m not surprised she’s thinking about it, I’m just surprised she asked. I’ve never had anyone ask me that before, it’s cute.
“Well, very simple.”
“We get together, work off some deep seeded lust, and bam, instant high, all is right with the world,” I smile.
She laughs, and slaps my chest playfully.
“No, seriously. I’ve never done this before. There has to be rules, right? What’s sex buddy code?”
“Never. Like never ever?”
“Never ever. I’ve always been in a relationship,” she says, looking embarrassed and I’m not sure why.
“Well, Sexy, what type of code should we have?”
She’s quiet for a beat, then sits up straight, clears her throat and holds up one finger.
“Code 1 No lying. I can’t tell you not to mess around with other girls, but if you do, don’t lie to me about it. I’m not a fan of itching and burning in my nether regions, and I don’t like being put in uncomfortable situations.”
My brows shoot up, I didn’t expect her to be so forward.
“I’m not a fan of itching and burning in any region, and I don’t fuck dirty girls. Plus I’m always safe, I’ve got too much going on to add that type of headache.”
“Ok,” She shrugs.
We are quiet again for a beat, and I smile at her.
“What?” she says.
“That’s it? Just one code rule?”
“Well, you’re the one with all the experience, Mr. Stripper. What else should we add?”
I wait a minute before I respond, not because I’m thinking, I know exactly what I want to add, because I’m worried about how it will sound out loud. It sounds so callus. Possibly cold to some.
“2 Code. No falling in love,” I hesitate, only for a second, before I look at her.
She grins and nods. I return her smile.
I’m a magnet for bad relationships. “He was too wild.” “We were too young.” But love is blind, and I never listen. Now at twenty-one years old, I'm divorced, frustrated and grieving my sister.
Chris was supposed to be a fling, a break from the pain so I can move on with my life. He's exactly the type of guy my sister always warned me about. But every time he touches me, it becomes harder to walk away. Should I play it safe and honor my sister's memory? Or should I follow my instincts, even if they’ve always been wrong?
I'm a working single father. The last thing I need is a relationship, and Liz clearly wants nothing more than a no-strings fling. Perfect fit, right? We even had a code: no lying, and no falling in love. But the longer this goes on, the more everything is turning upside-down. It’s usually girls that fall in love, but now I'm the one who’s trying to stay unattached. See, the last thing Liz wants is to end up with a guy like me. Nice girls don’t usually end up with strippers.
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