Twelve
TWELVE
“I-I,” Dagen stutters as we pull into the garage after having been silent the entire drive back to my house. “I think I should just go to sleep. I have some classes I need to check in with early in the morning.”
I bring my car to a stop, turn off the engine, and face Dagen. “If you want to go to your room, you absolutely can. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with. But I have a feeling that you do want to come up to my room. So what’s holding you up?”
Her lips roll between her white teeth as she contemplates how to answer me.
“I’ve known you for a whole twenty-four hours.”
“So?” I ask and she freezes once again.
After a long moment she continues, “And I don’t sleep with guys I barely know. Especially those who have been big jerks to me.”
“I already apologized for that. What else?” She chews on her bottom lip like it’s a piece of Juicy Fruit and I reach over, freeing it from her teeth. “It’s okay. Why don’t we just go inside and talk.”
Her chest deflates with a whoosh of breath she was holding.
“It’s not…it’s not that I don’t want to, I just, I don’t know. I hope you don’t take offense to this but I’m not the type of girl who has one night stands and you, well you seem like that’s all you have.” She winces and I want to say ouch, but she’s absolutely correct.
I shrug and tell her, “I won’t apologize for who I am.”
“Oh no. I wouldn’t expect you to. I’m,” she scrunches her face up in thought then continues. “Would it be okay to maybe get to know one another? I mean, I’ll be your roommate until my car is done, so it’d be nice to know more about you straight from the source.”
“Yeah, sure. And just so you know, I don’t really talk with women. Kinsley and Miss Shirley are the exception because they’re family. I just said that in hopes of convincing you to sleep with me.”
Her jaw drops and turns into a smile when she smacks my arm. “You jerk.”
“Like Malik said, can’t blame a guy for trying.” She works hard to hide her smile and I open my door, climbing out and leaning on the roof in Dagen’s direction.
When she gets out she faces me and asks, “Can I drive your car?”
“Fuck no. Nice try.”
She raises her shoulder and replies with a snarky, “Can’t blame a girl for trying.”
Her door makes a loud clunk when she closes and I watch her walk towards my house. I won’t let her drive my car, but I will let her fuck me in it. Eventually.
When Dagen and I entered my house, I could tell she was still very nervous. Instead of doing any talking, I kissed her cheek and said good night. It was already awkward having made out at the bar in front of half the town of Cattywump Bay, but now she had just turned me down and I really didn’t think I could make it through surface conversation without thinking about her tits in my mouth.
She was a bit surprised but gave me a small smile and walked off to the loft. I threw myself on my bed and resisted the strong urge to burst into her room and run my hands over curves. Instead, I jacked off in the shower again to visions of her standing in front of me.
If I keep it up, I’m going to be the cleanest motherfucker in town.
I woke early because I just couldn’t face her this morning. I need to give myself some time to decompress and get her out of my mind. So I left a note on her door to help herself to anything she wanted. I ignored the barrage of texts from Malik and Kinsley. Malik wanted to know if she was as wild as he imagined her to be, and Kins asked if we named our future babies. Not surprisingly I didn’t hear a peep from Danté.
He doesn’t like losing, and he saw Dagen as the grand prize. I’m sure he’ll ignore me for a few days then show up like nothing happened. It’s what he does. The only emotion that man shows is rage and locks up everything else, so it’s best he stays away.
I sat in my office all morning almost completely unbothered except for the additional texts from Kins, and Miss Shirley buzzing me every hour to let me know she was on the phone. I finally decided to spend the rest of the day in the shop and did what I could to speed the repairs on Dagen’s car along.
More thoughts of last night bombarded me and how it could’ve ended. And like a big neon sign, her age flashed and I heard her dad’s voice saying, “I also have friends who would be fine teaching you a lesson if you are not able to refrain yourself.”
There was only one way that I knew of to rid her from my mind, if only for a night. And that’s how I find myself driving to my house with a woman whose face is familiar but whose name I can’t remember. She’s been in the bar plenty of times, hitting on Danté, Malik and myself, but no one has ever taken her up on her offer. Tonight, when she laid it on the table, I took it.
She’s dragging on about her job as…I don’t even remember because honestly, her voice is a bit nasally and I kind of shut her out the minute she laughed and it reminded me of Janice from FRIENDS .
“Woah. This is your house?” She asks, practically gluing her face to the window as we pull up. I press the button for the third bay in the garage where I usually park my Maserati GranTurismo.
The Challenger is reserved for those who can appreciate it. People like Danté and Malik and Kinsley and…Dagen.
I park in the usual spot, exit the car, and walk over to help –fuck, what is her name– out. She holds onto my arm as we move from the garage to the breezeway that connects it to the house and into the mudroom. Every room we walk into gets commentary from her and it grates on my already thin nerves.
When we step into the den I tell her to take a seat and offer her a glass of water. She makes herself comfortable on my couch and when I return, the very short wrap dress she wore hangs open, revealing the fact that she isn’t wearing a bra. She stands up, still wearing her sky high heels, and struts over to me.
With her hand pressed to my chest, she pushes me back until I drop to my chair, then straddles me.
“Let’s not waste any time. Okay?” She tells me, lowering to sit in my lap. “I like it rough so don’t be afraid to really hurt me.”
Her tongue flicks my earlobe and I close my eyes. She’s not the beautiful brunette with green eyes, but it doesn’t really matter what she looks like. I just need her to fuck Dagen out of my mind.
I let my hand glide down her back and squeeze her ass, digging my fingertips into her flesh. My dick begins to twitch, impatient and wanting to dive into her already. Her lips work their way down my throat and she grinds her already wet pussy down on me.
Just as she slides her hands under my shirt, I hear a high pitched yelp. My eyes fly open and I find Dagen standing at the bottom of the stairs and her hand over her eyes.
“Oh my gosh. I’m sorry. I was just—“ she spins on her heel and smacks into the iron rail and stumbles.
The woman still seated in my lap, her hands now cupping her bare breasts, simply watches Dagen but doesn’t budge an inch.
“Dagen, hold on. Can you,” I wiggle underneath her and try to slide out. “Get up please.”
She places one foot then the other on the tiled floor just as Dagen rushes up the stairs.
“Does your little sister live here too?” She asks me.
“Dagen is not my sister. She’s, you know what, just wait here.” I run up the stairs taking them two at a time, but don’t catch Dagen before she runs into the loft and locks the door.
I step up to the closed door and knock. I don’t know why I have to fucking knock on a door in my home, but I do.
On the other side I hear a muffled, “I’m so sorry, Hendrix. I didn’t mean to barge in on you. I was just coming down to get some water.”
I rap my knuckles on the door once more. “Dagen. It’s okay. Don’t apologize. I told you to make yourself at home. I’m the one who should’ve been more considerate.”
I wait for a silent moment then hear the lock click. She pulls the door open slowly and I get a better look at her. She wears different pajamas than the ones she wore the other night. Instead of cherries, she wears plaid boxer style shorts and a matching t-shirt that looks like the bottom half was chopped off, exposing her belly button. My eyes eat up every inch of her smooth skin, from her perfect toes to her shapely legs, and ending on her vibrant eyes.
“Do you want to come back down?” I ask her.
“No thank you. I’ll pass. Why don’t you go back to your guest.” She braces her arm against the door frame and her giant bun flops to one side.
I lick my lips and push a tendril of hair off of her face. “Why don’t I get rid of my guest and you can come back downstairs.”
Her face twists up and her lip curls. “Are you serious right now?” I nod my head and she bats my hand away. “You want me to go downstairs and take the place of that bimbo that was on your lap? You’re a pig. Thank god I didn't sleep with you last night. I would’ve hated myself for it today.”
She steps back then slams the door in my face. My door.
Maybe I was a little out of line with that comment, but it didn’t stop me from sending my guest home in an Uber and an apology. After she left I took another fucking shower because I can’t help myself. And if I can’t have Dagen, I at least have my imagination.