Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
FUCK ME SIDEWAYS
Neve
Two weeks living with a broken ankle and a plaster cast on was a nightmare. I had missed 3 deliveries because I couldn’t get to the door quick enough. Even though Bella put a note on the door saying Please be patient, one-legged woman inside. I think they thought it was just a joke.
It’s Saturday night and I’m back singing at the pub. I made my excuses until now. too embarrassed to face Reg and his wife, but I need money. I’m just going to have to swallow it down and sing. Luckily Bella has offered to drive me, or well, I should say it’s lucky that I make it there alive.
“You look foxy, now go sing your heart out and earn those dollars.” She winks.
I get out of the car, hobbling to grab my crutches. I’m wearing my black velvet wrap dress, with my converse on one foot and my bright pink plaster cast on the other. It was a look I wouldn’t have called foxy.
I struggle through the double doors of the bar. “Hey, there she is!” a few of the locals call out in greeting and I give them a small smile.
I make my way to the stage and set up as best I can. “Testing one-two, testing one-two,” I repeat into the mic.
I take a deep breath and hit play on the machine for my backing track. “Evening ladies and gentlemen. Sorry for my absence but as you can clearly see, I’ve been in a bit of an accident. But I am here tonight to sing my heart out and have a good time,” I say, greeting the sparce audience.
I start singing my set, hobbling around the stage as best I can, ignoring the pain I feel in my ankle. I need the money so I will just have to push through it. I manage to reach my break in the set and for that I am thankful.
I slowly make my way to the edge of the stage, wondering how I am going to make it down the steps without falling on my arse. “I wondered why I hadn’t seen you in here, now I know,” a deep familiar voice states.
I look up and see Dylan. “Fuck me sideways.”
He smiles wider. “I see you remember me, although I thought we could talk and get to know each other more before we dived back into it.”
I shake my head, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise. “I er, shit. I mean, I didn’t expect to see you again.”
He holds out his hand to help me down off the stage. “Let me buy you a drink,” he offers, ignoring my statement.
I nod. “Sure.”
We sit down at a table and he goes to order us some drinks while I nibble at my thumb nail anxiously. Why is he here? I thought it was just a one-time thing. I didn’t expect to see him again. I mean, surely any other normal guy would run a million miles.
He returns with our drinks. “Have to say, they are very welcoming here.” He smiles.
“That’s probably because you’ve seen the landlord balls deep in his wife,” I blurt out without thinking.
Dylan throws his head back and laughs, thank fuck for that.
I smile and shrug. His laughter dies and his gaze bores into mine.
“I want to take you on a date, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you.
That night was amazing, even if it did turn a little strange towards the end. ” He smiles softly.
“You want to take me on a date?” I question in disbelief.
“Yes,” he answers, a smile playing across his lips.
“Wow, um, okay sure.” I shrug, trying to act like it’s no big deal, when my stomach is swirling with nerves.
“There’s one more thing I wanted to ask you,” he states.
“Fire away, I’m an open book.” I wonder what he could want to know. Shit, what if he got into the dogging and wants us to do it again?
“Can I kiss you?” he asks.
“Huh?” I blurt.
He bites his bottom lip and smiles. “Can I kiss you?” he repeats.
I swallow and the feeling of butterflies intensifies in my stomach.
I nod. He leans his mouth in closer, brushing his lips with mine.
My eyes flutter shut, as ever so softly he kisses me.
I lean forward, slightly deepening the kiss.
His hand comes up and threads through my hair at the back of my neck, gripping it tightly.
I clutch at his t-shirt and a whimper escapes me as his tongue caresses mine.
Without any warning, he suddenly stops kissing me. Feeling dazed and aroused it takes me a moment to realise what is going on. “Why did you stop?” I ask.
“If I didn’t stop now, we would be back in that car park again. I made a promise that I would get to know you first and that is what I intend to do.” He smiles placing a brief kiss on my lips.
“Fine, I guess.” I huff.
“Neve, you’re back on,” Reg calls.
I hobble my way back on stage and sing, my eyes never leaving Dylan’s, like one of those cheesy movies where they are singing directly to them.
I don’t care that it looks cheesy, I don’t care if I look like an idiot, because that man is stirring something in me that I can’t understand, nor do I want to ignore.
I text Bella to not worry about picking me up. Instead Dylan has his car. We stop for some food and park up. We talk for what feels like hours, until things start getting hot and heavy.
“Take me back to yours,” I breathe in between kisses.
“I don’t need to be told twice.” He smirks before starting up the car and drives with speed back to his while I send a quick text to Bella letting her know I won’t be home.
Weeks, that’ how long I stayed at Dylan’s; we were inseparable.
Constantly shagging, we christened every room, every surface.
It was nonstop; my cast didn’t get in the way, nothing got in the way.
To say he was skilled was an understatement.
I did go back to my flat a few times with Dylan, that just ended up in sex too.
Bella couldn’t decide if she was happy, jealous or disgusted for me.
I like to think it was jealousy, pure jealousy for all my multiple orgasms.
In one week my cast would be coming off and as much as I had enjoyed this past few weeks of shagging, the reality was that I needed money. This is where I found the differences between Dylan and I begin to surface.