Vinny
VINNY
I can at least get her number , I think as I walk out of the store. Take her on a date. Maybe then I can convince her to quit. Or better yet, wear her out and make her pussy so sore she won’t be able to work on Christmas Eve.
The thought makes me smile as I take out my cell and text Toni. I let him know it’s all set for Christmas Eve and then sit on my bike watching the little boy across the parking lot say “please” over and over again to the mom who looks like she’s gonna snap any minute. She’s got a cart full of toys by her trunk, a little boy kicking the cart for enjoyment while begging for something, and the baby in her arms is throwing a fit.
Last-minute shopping doesn’t look like it’s treating her well.
“You need a hand with that?” I ask her, walking away from my bike and over to her minivan. The night air is crisp, and my boots smack against the pavement.
“Please,” she says as she looks up at me, but it doesn’t last long as her infant arches her back and lets out a shrill cry. “I thought they’d sleep,” she says with desperation cracking her voice. Poor mama. I feel bad for her as I reach in the cart and grab a few of the bags in each hand.
She opens the trunk and then the side door before placing her keys back in her purse. “My husband had to work late,” she starts explaining, as if she owes me that, but she doesn’t. I get it. Sometimes we do shit we wish we didn’t have to. “And he was supposed to do the shopping for his side of the family, and he never did.” She talks while plugging her little one into the carseat. I can faintly hear the clicking of the buckles.
The rustling from a plastic bag makes me look up, and I catch her little boy trying to grab one of the bags.
She shuts the door and comes around the rear of the van with her hands on her hips. “Jaxon!” she yells out. The little boy looks up with big wide eyes and his lips in a perfect “O.” He’s been caught red-handed. And he knows it. The look of fear is evident in his eyes and the entire thing makes me chuckle, but I turn away so he doesn’t think this is funny. Little rascal.
She snatches him out of the cart and moves to the other side of the van to put him in his carseat. He can’t be any older than three. He’s silent the entire time and looks stiff, like he knows he’s in trouble. At least he’s not throwing a fit.
I load the last few bags in and shut her trunk with a loud clunk and start rolling the cart back over a few parking spots to the cart corral to join the rest of them.
I look back over my shoulder as I hear the door close.
“Thank you,” the woman says with a look of sincerity.
“No problem,” I answer back, giving her a little wave as I shove the cart into the others.
“Merry Christmas,” she says, grabbing the keys from her purse and walking to the driver’s door, her boots smacking on the pavement. As she opens the door, I can hear her little girl wailing. I cringe out of instinct.
“Merry Christmas,” I say, but I don’t bother raising my voice since I doubt she can hear me.
I haven’t had many people tell me that this season. Merry Christmas . I’m not used to hearing it anyway. Same with the rest of the holidays.
I grew up alone, and I’m fine with that. But it’s nice to hear holiday greetings occasionally. I can’t deny that. The older I get, the more I realize how much I want it.
I click my phone to check the time, shaking off the unwelcome feelings. Cary Ann’s gotta be closing up soon, so I might as well wait for my cherry.
I tap the phone against my jeans, staring at the building. This is bad news. I shouldn’t even be going after her, but I want her. Something about her is calling to me. I can’t justify it. In fact, this can only complicate things. But still I lie to myself.
I can convince her to stay away. I can keep her out of danger by getting close to her.
That’s enough to slip a smile across my face as I head on over to my bike and take a seat while I wait for her.
I get lost in my emails on my phone. Since I’ve been distracted with this heist, I’ve fallen behind on orders for my custom-made choppers. But I’m calling the delay a holiday break, and my customers don’t seem to mind. They don’t have much of a choice either. There’s a reason they come to me. No one can build choppers like I can. If I’d known all those years ago that I could make good money doing this, I never would’ve gone down the path I did. I shove down the regret. The past is in the past, and I’ve moved on.
I look up as a sweet little thing strolls out of the store and walks straight to a beat-up, faded white Honda in the parking lot. It’s not my girl, it’s the chick who was getting all wound up in the back room. I smile to myself remembering how pissed off she was, and return to my phone, wondering if the customer even got the doll.
I stop what I’m doing when I feel her eyes on me. For a moment, I freeze. Fuck . I shouldn’t be lingering out front. What if it seems suspicious? How fucking ironic would it be if I got caught because I was waiting for her? Something that has nothing to do with this shit I have planned.
The girl starts her car and sits there a minute, looking at me in her rearview before driving away. She looks back at me again when she gets to the stop sign and then pulls off as I meet her gaze.
No, that’s not gonna happen. My cherry will tell them I was just waiting on her. I know she will. Yeah, that’s just one more reason to pursue her. Now she’s my alibi.
Every time I was here, it was just to see her sweet ass and work up the courage to ask her out.
I grunt a laugh, seeing as how that’s sorta what happened, too. I’d feel pathetic over the thought if I really stopped to think about how this girl’s got me twisted up in knots, but I stop that thought in its tracks.
It’s the way she looks at me. I’m affecting her just as much and the moment she steps out of that store, I know I’m not gonna have any problems making her mine. As if accepting the challenge, she slips out of the building and locks the doors behind her.
I think about how easy it’d be to just lift them off of her. I could do that. Maybe I should. If we had the keys, it wouldn’t have to be a stick-up; without them we’d be left to break a window, and that would trigger the alarm. That’s something we don’t want. The thought lingers in my mind, but it’s quickly replaced by the sight of her lush ass in those jeans.
Damn, I can’t wait to get her writhing underneath me. My dick is rock hard as her hips sway and she strolls toward her car. I get off my bike and wait for her. She seems lost in thought as I lean against her passenger side door. She doesn't even see me at all. She should be paying attention out here alone at night.
Fuck, my dick twitches in my jeans. We could fuck right here and right now, and no one would ever know. This town is old and small. Everyone’s home this late at night. And this shopping strip is mostly vacant and on the edge of town. We could get away with it.
My cherry’s not that kind of girl though, I know she’s not. She’s not gonna be giving it up that fucking easy. And I’m fine with waiting. For a night, anyway. And then I’ll make sure she warms up to me.
She finally looks up, and her eyes go wide as she takes me in and stops walking in her tracks. I give her a cocky smirk and nod my head. “You finally got off?”
She blushes at my words, and it’s only then that I realize the double meaning. My sweet cherry has a dirty mind.
“Vinny, right?” she asks, swinging the keys in her hand and walking up to me full of confidence with a playful smile gracing her lips.
Fuck, I love that about her. Her confidence. I know she’s a shy girl at heart, but she’s got a way of putting it all out there for me. I fucking love that.
“Cary Ann,” I reply and nod my head as I let my eyes roam down her tight body. I want her to see me appreciating her curves. It’s pretty fucking cold out here, and her coat’s hiding a lot of her body, but the plump part of her breasts is peeking up and flushed with the chill of the December night.
“What are you doing out here?” she asks as she moves around to her side of the car and I follow behind. She opens up the door and leans against it, giving me a generous view of her ass and taunting me. I adjust my dick real quick while she’s not looking, and she actually wiggles her ass some. She definitely teasing me.
“Oh, don’t tempt me,” I warn her as she puts the key in the ignition and starts her car. It’s not that cold that she’s gotta warm her car up. It never gets that cold this far south, but I do appreciate the view.
She blushes and looks over her shoulder. “Oh yeah?” she says before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip. I wasn’t actually considering fucking her against her car, but if she keeps this up that’s exactly what’s going to happen.
“Come on, Cherry,” I say and lower my voice, “I’m trying to be good for you.”
She straightens herself as I walk closer to her. She looks up at me, batting those thick lashes as she says, “I heard you were bad.”
I stiffen at her confession, but she leans in and whispers, “That’s what I like about you.” Her hot breath tickles my neck as the sweet words touch my ear, and a playful smile spreads on my lips.
She pulls back with her eyes sparkling, and lust clearly present.
“Good. 'Cause I wanna take you out and show you a good time.” I get right to the point before I do end up crushing her body against this car and giving us both what we want.
Her smile widens, and that shy side about her comes through as she brushes her hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear. “I’d like that.” A blush brightens her cheeks. “I was wondering when you were gonna ask me.”
My brow pinches in confusion.
She gestures to the store and explains, “You kept coming in, but you never said anything.” I swallow my nerves and smile back at her, but internally I feel like I’m suffocating. It’s not good that she noticed, but this is the perfect cover-up.
I shrug it off and say, “I was just waiting till it felt right.”
We both turn to face the entrance to the parking lot as the white Honda from earlier drives through and comes straight for us. The girl from earlier takes a look at me and then says, “Cary, you doing alright?”
Cary laughs a little, walking to her friend and bending over to lean into the window as she replies, “I’m fine, Cindy. Just getting asked out on a date,” she says, staring at me over her shoulder and clearly looking pleased. It’s a little irritating to be interrupted, but I have to admit it’s a nice thing for her friend to do. I can’t say that I blame her; I was looking a little sketchy earlier. The suspicious gaze she was giving me with narrow eyes turns into a surprised and somewhat excited look.
“Did you really drive all the way back here to check on me?” Cary asks with a hint of disbelief.
Cindy rolls her eyes and shrugs before saying, “Sue me for being a good friend and caring about your ass.” She grins at Cary and gives me a quick wave. “Alrighty then, I’ll leave you two to it.”
A rough chuckle rises up my chest as she pulls away and my cherry walks back to me slowly.
“So, tomorrow night?” I ask her as the back lights from the Honda fade in the distance down the street, feeling cocky. My dick’s already hardening at the thought of getting her under me.
“That’s the night before Christmas Eve; I have a family dinner.” Oh, yeah. I forgot for a moment. It’s not like I have anything going on, but most people do.
She’s looking all sorts of disappointed, like it really hurt her to tell me no. “Sorry. We decorate the tree. It’s a family tradition.”
“That makes sense.” I don’t have family traditions. You need a family in order to have them. Yet another difference, another reason we shouldn’t be together. The thought takes me back.
I’m not planning a future with my cherry. I struggle for a moment to remember why I’m out here with her. Why I waited with the intention of seeing her and planning our little date. I need to get her out of the store on Christmas Eve. Yeah, that’s the reason. I’m a fucking liar. I just wanna get her under me.
She shrugs and says, “It’s early, and my mom’s usually tipsy and passed out by eight.”
She sways from side to side, shrugging. “I can skip out. Meet you a little later?” Her voice practically purrs on the last line.
“Fuck, yeah. It’s a date.”