Black Trench Coats. #2
Amelia deliberately raises her eyebrows, cocks her head, and smiles that sassy ass smirk of hers.
"Oh, sugar tits. I have a pretty fine ass, so it's definitely going to be worth more than a fucking Snickers bar, anyway.
Twix, on the other hand...I'll let a motherfucker do some dirty shit to my ass for some of those delicious things. "
My best friend, folks.
"I love you, too, by the way. Now, you're meeting Alek at his apartment, right?"
Oh, shit. She's got that damn calculating expression in her eyes again.
"Yeah," I reply slowly.
She straightens from her perch against the couch and rubs her hands together gleefully.
"I think I know what will help you get out of your head enough to take what you want and not give a fuck about he who shall not be named.
" She grabs my hand in hers and pulls me along behind her.
"Come on. Let's go see if I still have my black trench coat and red heels. "
Despite my frantic, mortified protests—completely ignored, of course—I end up in nothing but my birthday suit, three-inch heels that threaten my life, and a trench coat cinched tight around my waist.
The closer she walks me to the door, the faster my heart races and the shorter my breath gets. "I can't do this. What if I get pulled over? What if I have an accident and have to be pried from the car, and all these people are watching as I just flash everyone my goods? What if—"
"Shut up." She grabs my face between both of her hands. "Who are you?"
"Charlie."
"Who are you?" she repeats.
"Charlie," I say again, my voice a little stronger as my panic subsides.
"Who. The. Fuck. Are. You?"
"Charlie fucking Henderson."
"That's right. And who is your best friend?"
"Amelia."
"That's right. And what do we not do anymore?"
I blow out a breath. "We don't give a fuck about anyone else. We do what we want and what makes us happy."
"That's right. So, stop playing what-ifs, drive your sexy ass on over to that dude's apartment, and get down with the get down. You're in the driver's seat, Charlie. You take this ride wherever you want it to go and however wild you want it to get. Go live a little more, babycakes. You deserve it."
"Thanks."
She lifts a shoulder. "It's what we do. Now, get the hell out of here. I've got somewhere I got to be myself."
Thankfully, the drive to Alek's apartment is uneventful.
When I pull into a slot next to his car, I take a deep breath as I shut off the car and stare at the window that I know to be his.
The blinds are lifted just a few inches, so I can see him moving around, even if I can't make out what he's doing.
I close my eyes, trying to take stock of the chaos inside me.
Lust and excitement are fighting for first place, but lurking just out of sight are nerves and old wounds.
I’m done feeding them. I’m exhausted from this endless battle, from letting Keaton haunt every moment with Alek, always worrying about his hurt feelings when he’s the one who broke us.
Tonight is about me. It's about me taking control of my life, my emotions, and my thoughts.
Tonight is about me finally accepting that the relationship Keaton and I shared is dead.
He killed it. Tonight is about me giving in to my baser instincts and finally succumbing to the heat that's been burning between me and Alek for the last five months.
Amelia was right about one thing. This time, I'm the one in the driver's seat, and I get to control this ride.
Climbing from the car, I make sure the belt is secure as I head toward Alek's apartment. My hips roll with each step I take, and I can already feel the desire pooling between my legs at the thought of what's about to go down.
My knock is firm and decisive, and when Alek opens the door wearing nothing but those motherfucking gray sweatpants, I waste no time in placing my palms against his chest and walking him back into his apartment, kicking the door shut behind me.
He opens his mouth to say something, but I place a finger over it, and he nods as his eyes fill with liquid heat.
Stepping back, I undo the trench coat and let it fall open, shivering at the blatant hunger that lights his face and the way he lengthens behind his pants. "Do you have an issue with me being in the driver's seat tonight?" I ask as I let the coat slide from my body as sensually as I can.
He shakes his head slowly as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fighting his need to touch me.
"Can you handle it if I'm unable to go through with this?"
His face softens. "Fuck yeah."
"You know this changes nothing between us, right?"
This time, he rolls his eyes with a smirk. "Babe. Trust me. We're on the same page."
"Do you have condoms?"
"In the bedroom."
"Go get one. I want you to fuck me against the wall. I want you to shove your thick cock inside me and replace bad memories with good ones. Can you do that?"
His hand snakes between us and slides his fingers straight inside me.
"Don't worry, pretty girl. I'll ride you against it so hard we'll leave dents behind.
" He pulls them out and swirls his thumb around my clit before thrusting them back in.
"Anytime you look at another wall, the only memories you'll have are of the time I abused this pretty pussy of yours against one. "
Alek works me over with his fingers until he pulls an orgasm from me. Then he sucks his fingers clean with a wink before going to grab a condom.
I thought I was ready. I thought I was in control. But it's not until a few hours later, after Alek and I have fucked all over his apartment, that I realize how silly it was of me ever to think that.
And there's only one person who needs to feel the damage.