Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Eight
I’m driving down the strip thinkin’ about Selkie. About who she is, how she is. Thinkin’ about the rest of my life with her and how crazy it’ll be. But I’m excited too, which is something I haven’t felt for so long I’m surprised I recognize it.
Selkie yawns and stretches, then settles back in her seat.
“Do you know how hot you are?” I say, glancing at her.
There’s a moment of silence and I wonder what she’s thinking.
Finally, she replies, “You know, I don’t think I do.”
I don’t know how to respond. I haven’t told a woman she’s sexy since Chloe, but I expected Selkie to say something like, thank you or awe shucks, or you’re sexy too. Or something more sarcastic like, you sure know how to get into a girl’s pants. Anything to deflect the compliment.
I glance at her again. She’s waiting for a follow-up. I rehearse a bunch of words in my head. “I find you very…” Shit. That’s bad. “It’s just that…” Nope, not that. I take a deep breath and will myself to settle down. “I’m attracted to you like no other woman I’ve ever met.” Yeah, better.
“Hmmm,” she replies.
Jesus, she’s not making this easy. “You’re beautiful, Selkie.
Whether you realize it or not.” I pause, think about my next words.
Not sure they’re insulting or not. But, what the hell.
Pile meet shit. “But sexy’s not just about looks.
You’re fearless, you know how to handle tense situations.
” I pause as my heart constricts. “I don’t think you’re afraid of dying. ”
“Thanks, Yoda.” She shifts her body so she can face me.
“I’m not fearless and I am afraid of dying.
But that makes no difference in dangerous situations.
Begging doesn’t help. Crying doesn’t help.
If someone’s going to break every bone in my body, I’d rather go down fighting or at least not give them the satisfaction of thinking I’m terrified. “
The words that need saying spill out of my mouth. “You’re a fighter. A strong woman. Independent.”
“I have bad qualities too.”
I laugh. “I hadn’t noticed.”
She laughs too.
“Tell me about your bad qualities.” I say when I realize she’s not going to expand.
“Let me think.” She crosses her arms like she needs to protect herself.
“I eat too fast. I don’t shave my legs very often.
I don’t really like reading books and shit.
I chew my nails, not out of habit, but I hate the whole filing bullshit.
” She pauses, thinking, then, “The worst I guess is that I can’t seem to stop swearing even though it’s always my resolution on January 1st. I usually break it by noon. ”
“Swearing’s the worst, then?” I’m driving aimlessly now because I don’t want this conversation to end. It’s maybe the first time we’ve had a chance to simply talk without the past or the kids seeping in.
“Pretty much.” She smirks as she reaches across the console and gives my thigh a squeeze.
“Well that, and I’m already afraid of losing you.
Because men…” Her voice takes on a teary quality.
“They don’t like my swearing even though at the start they lie about it and say it’s cute.
Then they start telling me not to swear so much.
And yes, I’d like to stop swearing, but not because a man is telling me that if I don’t they won’t stay with me. ”
Even I’m smart enough to know she’s talking in metaphors. I keep my eyes focused on the road and my mouth shut. I don’t think she likes showing her softer side and this is as close to vulnerable as she’s come with me.
I hear her intake of breath and when she speaks her voice is steadier. “I want you to love me despite the fact that I swear. I want you to love me for everything I am.” She stops, then adds in a whisper, “And everything I’m not.”
She removes her hand from my thigh and faces forward again. She’s done talking.
My turn. Words, words, words, not my strong suit. “I love you, Selkie. I don’t give a shit that you swear.” I stop, decide to be honest. “But if you tell me to fuck off one more time, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you until you’re screaming.”
She chuckles. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair. But what should I say instead?”
Good question. “Shut up. It might not work but so far ‘fuck off’ hasn’t either.”
“Okay. I’ll do my best,” she replies without conviction.
I don’t want her to think best is good enough, but I leave it for now.
“Where are we?” she says suddenly as she sits up straight and looks around.
“Still in Reno.”
“Turn right at the lights.”
“Why?” I ask as I follow her order. I drive down to the end of the street.
“Turn right again,” she says.
I brake hard, and whip around the corner too fast. “A little more notice next time would be helpful.”
I drive another couple of blocks, turning right and left as she instructs. A half block down she points a finger at an alley on Harold street that should be condemned. “In there. Park.”
Normally, I don’t let anyone order me around, but in this case I do as I’m told because I want to know the punchline.
She hops out of the truck and closes the door.
“C’mon,” she says through the window when I don’t immediately move.
Against my better judgement, I open the door and follow her down the disgusting alley until she stops. “Here’ll do.”
“Do what?”
She fists my Jacket and slams me against the wall. “You know what I like?” Her voice is husky and her hands are crawling under my shirt, fingers exploring my chest, sliding through the hair, then down to the waistband on my jeans, then inside them. She wraps her hand around my dick and squeezes.
“Are you fuckin’ nuts?” I say on a deep inhale of breath.
“Hasn’t that already been established?”
It’s dark, but I can see the shine in her eyes, the mischievous smile on her lip. Then she undoes my jeans, slides her hands down my thighs as she crouches in front of me.
My lips say, “Oh, fuck, Selkie, not here.” But my brain is shouting, holy shit is this a fuckin’ turn-on.
“Yeah here,” she replies after she runs her tongue down my hard as fuck wood. “Sometimes I like it dirty.” Her hand curls around my shaft and she pumps it as she nibbles at the head of my dick.
My fingers dig into the brickwork on the wall behind. “Selkie, this is not a good part of the city.” Yep, I’m getting a blow job, and I’m worried about what the neighbors might think.
She makes my dick jerk as she blows on it. “I know this place well. This is where I picked up Topher.”
“Are you kidding me?”
“If anyone sees us, they’ll just think I’m a hooker giving you a BJ.”
My brain fries as she sucks me down her throat and holds it there. “Jesus, Selkie,” I wrap my hands around her ponytail and hang on as she mouths me.
She comes up for air, swipes her hand across her mouth to get rid of her saliva. Then she goes deep again and hangs on until she starts to choke.
“I’m gonna come,” I say, slightly embarrassed at how fast I’m losing it.
“Mmmm,” she says because her mouth’s full of cock.
“Selkie, I can’t hold back.”
She eases up slightly and I think she’s gonna pull out, but instead she mouths the head, sucking it like a lollypop. She looks up at me with expectation in her eyes and the last of my willpower disappears. I explode so hard I see stars.
“Jesus fuck,” I roar. Then when I get my bearings, I yank her to her feet and tightly wrap my arms around her. “You’re a fuckin’ miracle.” I grind my lips against hers, taking her mouth like she took my dick, my tongue savouring her sweetness.
When we come up for air, she grins. “That’ll be $200 bucks.”
“You’re not charging enough.”