6. Chapter 5 – Lex
Chapter 5 – Lex
“ Y ou’re all sorts of twisted up tonight.” Parker eyed me over the top of his beer bottle with a raised brow. “Care to share the cause with the class?”
I tossed back yet another shot and licked my lips, savoring the taste of the liquor on them. I didn’t reply to him, though, and instead turned my head to look out over the crowd of Mav’s tavern. The place was packed for a Wednesday night, but that was Nashville for you. The party crowd was always in town and the bars were always open.
“Damn.” Parker mused humorously. “She must be something special.” He cocked his head to the side and pointed at me with one finger off the hand still holding his bottle. “Unless it’s that grumpy biker that’s still got you all messed up.”
“Don’t you have a wife and husbands to get home to?” I finally quipped back, trying to express how unwilling I was to chat about it.
“I was due back an hour ago.” He sat his now empty bottle down and raised his hand to our waitress for another round. “But I can tell when a friend needs me more than they do and I’m choosing to sit this one out for a while.”
“I don’t need you.” I retorted, hating how aggressive it came off.
“Okay.” He droned on, ignoring my tone the way only a best friend could. “Then what do you need?”
“Nothing you can help me with.” I replied, hoping he’d catch my drift and leave.
“Sex.” He nodded and looked out over the bar. “Any prospects?”
“None with you lurking around. ”
“Gah.” He gasped theatrically. “You wound me. I’m always the best wing man on taco nights.”
I snorted, “You’re disgusting, you know that, right?”
He smirked and leaned on the table between us. “But it got you to smile.” He cocked his head, “And that’s the first time that’s happened since you walked in. So spill. What’s going on in that dark and twisted little mind of yours?”
“Nothing.” I flicked my hair over my shoulder as I played with the label on my beer bottle.
“Couldn’t have anything to do with your journalist visitor today, could it?” Parker watched me like a hawk. I felt heat ignite across my skin at the mention of Hannah while I tried to play the entire thing off.
“No.”
“Interesting.” He crossed his arms and waited, knowing I’d fold if he was right. We’d been friends for years now, and he had seen more than an indecent number of women come and go through my front door to read into things a little too easily. “She doesn’t strike me as your type.”
“She’s not.” I scoffed. “She could apply for the role of the Virgin Mary.” I didn’t meet his eyes as I kept my face trained out over the crowd, like I’d find the answer to my problems out there.
He snorted, “Hannah is anything but virginal. Quite the opposite, actually.”
I snapped my head back to him and he raised his eyebrows at me, and I knew I’d given myself away. “What does that mean?”
“Not my story to tell.” He mused, “But remember that her and Rey have been friends for years, so believe me when I say she gives off good girl vibes, but she’s not innocent.” I opened my mouth to contradict what he said, but he held his finger up, silencing me before he continued. “Tell me the truth.”
“I don’t know what the truth is, Parker.” I admitted, holding his gaze.
“And that’s the problem, isn’t it? You’re attracted to her and can’t figure out why. Twice in one day with two different people totally out of your normal type. ”
I rolled my eyes, hating how on point he always was with my emotions. It was aggravating, to say the least. “I want to ruin her.” Leaning forward on the table, giving it to him straight. “I want to ruin her perfect little outfit and hairstyle and show her exactly how good it can be to be bad.” I challenged him to argue with me. “And that’s fucked up, because a girl like that isn’t the type of girl to be single or into women. Which means she has a man at home, and I have a list as long as my arm of women willing to let me do that to them, yet I’m thinking about little Susie Q and what she would taste like when she came.”
“Then find out.” He challenged, and a darkness that didn’t take root in his eyes often clouded the normal clarity. “Maybe the only way to find out why she’s got a hold on you is to give into it.”
I scoffed, angry that he was purposing the one thing I couldn’t do. “Dallin told me to be on my best behavior. Ruining the good girl doesn’t exactly fall in line with that objective.”
He chuckled and stood up, grabbing a wad of cash from his wallet and handing it to our waitress as she laid his beer down on the table, paying for it. He pushed his beer my way and when I reached for it, eager to add to the alcohol content in my stomach, he held onto it, making me meet his gaze. “Something I learned a long time ago is that Dallin Kent always plays the game better than anyone else could ever dream of. He’s always in charge and always five steps ahead of everyone else. If he paired you up with Hannah, knowing full well what your tendencies were, there was a reason.” I didn’t reply and he let go of the beer. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He walked away without another word, leaving me alone in the bar with only my thoughts and his words to entertain me.
“Good girl.” I praised, watching her head tip back as she gave into the ecstasy I was providing. “Just let go of everything else and feel it for what it is.” I laid leisurely, slow kisses along her neck, dragging the edge of my teeth over the sensitive skin as her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Lex.” She moaned my name, and I’d never heard it sound better coming off anyone else’s lips before. Not until her. “I don’t know—” She was unsure, nervous even. Something about being the one to lead her through it put me on a power trip.
“Pleasure is pleasure.” I reminded her, “It doesn’t matter if it’s new or different, it’s still good.”
“God, it’s so good.” She moaned, arching her back as I got to her chest and twirled my tongue around one of her hard nipples. I’d always been a big fan of breasts, nipples especially, and she had a pair to worship. I could just lay with her all night and make her come from the worshiping I’d do to her perfect tits without even needing anything in return.
But tonight, I wanted more.
“Your touch is so different.” She moaned, arching her hips as I kissed that space between her belly button and panty line. “Soft.”
“Sensual.” I added.
“Erotic.” She panted. “It’s so fucking good.”
I smirked against her skin, damp with perspiration from the pleasurable torture I’d been putting her through. “What a dirty word on such pretty lips.” I teased, closing the distance and blowing directly on her exposed pussy. She was soaked, I’d been edging her for days and she was finally in my bed and ready for me, making it worth it. “Say it again.”
“Fuck.” She screeched as I flattened my tongue and pressed it flat to her clit before sliding it down to her pussy. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” She moaned on repeat as I slid my tongue inside. God, she tasted so good. I wanted to taste her orgasm on my tongue. I needed it.
“So pretty.” I twirled my tongue around her clit and slowly pushed one finger inside of her slick entrance. She was needy and rocked against my hand, taking me deeper and then rocking her hips. “Tell me what you want. ”
“You.” She pleaded. “I want you to make me come, and then I want to do it to you.”
“You want to make me orgasm?” I teased her with the dirty talk, knowing she was all about words. “Tell me what you want to do to me.” I added another finger and sucked her clit as she opened and closed her mouth like a fish out of water, desperately trying to form a sentence. You didn’t have to be a male to lose the blood flow to your brain when your sex organs were aroused. It was universal across mankind, and she was no exception. “Are you going to taste me?” I rocked my mouth against her clit and bent my fingers forward until she gasped and widened her legs even more.
“Yes.” She nodded rapidly. “I don’t know what to do, but I want to try. Fuck, I want to do it so bad.”
“I’ll teach you, baby.” I flicked her clit again and then toyed with her nipple with my free hand. She curled forward, grabbing my wrist and holding onto me as I pleased her. “But I want you to come on my face first. Then I’ll show you everything you’ve been missing.”
“Please.” She begged. “Please Lex, I’m going to explode if you keep talking like that.”
“Do it.” I challenged, “Come for me, Pretty Girl, and I’ll let you play with me.”
“God.” She gasped, curling forward even tighter, and I could tell she was close. I rocked my hand faster and faster as she started coming undone above me, crying out and pleading to come.
And then she did.
“That’s it. Such a good girl coming for me.” I prolonged it, sucking her clit and slowly thrusting my fingers into her as she relaxed into my bed, sated.
But I wasn’t done with her yet. I needed to make her do that again and again. “Oh my god,” She moaned, looking up at me through her thick lashes and smiling a sweet and sultry grin. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
“I can’t believe it took me this long to taste you.” I slid up her body and softly slid my tits over hers, stimulating us both as our nipples brushed. Lifting my fingers between our faces, I slowly sucked one into my mouth right in front of her, moaning at the combination of her orgasm and my skin flavor mixing. “ Have you ever tasted yourself?” I questioned, tapping the end of my middle finger against her plush bottom lip. “Have you ever sucked your orgasm off of your partner before?”
She shook her head and then slowly parted her lips before sliding her tongue out and over my finger. I pushed it into her mouth, sliding it over the bumps of her tongue until I hit the smooth part in the back of her throat and she stared up at me, eyes hazy with arousal and desire as she sucked it clean.
“Do you like it?” I asked, struggling to focus as she gently took it deep into her mouth again.
“Only because it’s on you.” She admitted, and I rocked my hips forward as her dirty words tantalized me.
“I want more of it on me.” I straddled one of her thighs and lifted her other leg, holding it to her chest as I rocked forward, rubbing my clit against her wet pussy. “Mmh.” I moaned, feeling the pleasure roll through my body from one cell to another. I knew it would feel good with her from the moment we met. But it was otherworldly.
“Oh, my god.” She gasped and put her hand on my hip, rocking me back and forth, grinding against each other. “Lex. Oh, my god.”
“I know.” I palmed her breast, playing with her nipples as I edged myself, desperate to fall over the edge of bliss but wanting to wait until she was crashing through that experience with me. “I’m right there with you.” Leaning forward, I kissed her, and she clung to me, like she was breathing directly from my lips and I was her lifeline. “Use my body for your pleasure. I want to be the only thing giving you satisfaction. Think only of me.”
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she stared directly into my eyes. “I’m with you.” She whispered, leaning up to bite my bottom lip and suck it into her mouth as she started playing with my tits like I had been with her. She was so bold when she was stripped down and free. “I’m coming.” She gasped, “Lex, you’re making me come.”
“Good girl, Hannah.” I moaned, right on the edge of my orgasm, shook by the fact that Hannah Kate was underneath of me in my bed, about to make me come. “That’s my good girl. ”
“Yours.” She panted, digging her nails into my chest, marking me, and it was all I needed to crash over the other side of bliss. “Lex!”
Beep. Beep. Beep.
My eyes flew open in confusion and I panted as I tried to figure out what was going on and what that noise was.
My alarm.
It was a dream .
Reality crashed down onto me at the same time the disappointment and shame burned.
I just had a sex dream about Hannah, and I felt ill from it. Not because she was a bad pick for a wet dream partner, but because it felt like I took advantage of our professional relationship by dreaming about her. Like I somehow violated her.
“Fuck.” I groaned, throwing myself out of bed and directly into an ice-cold shower, trying to get my electrified body to calm down and forget how fucking good it had felt to be with her, even if it was only in my head.
The tallest coffee in the world would not be enough to get me through the day, but I had no choice. So I drank it anyway and tried to convince the turmoil in my gut to settle as I parked at the shop with ten minutes to spare before my first appointment.
I never walked in that close to appointment time, but I didn’t know what time Hannah would show up for day two of our interview and I couldn’t bring myself to be alone with her for any length of time.
I had tried everything imaginable to get my mind under control after spending the afternoon with her yesterday. First with alcohol and then with a nameless stranger in the bar bathroom.
Despite that, all I could think about was the attention she paid to me. The way she watched and wondered at everything I did. And sure, she was there for an article and it made sense she would pay attention to the minor details for her article, but it was more than that. I was sure.
I read people easily and comprehensively. My entire life, I could almost hear people’s innermost thoughts without them opening their mouths. And Hannah was no different, she wore every emotion on her sleeve and couldn’t hide a thing.
“Hey.” Reyna came around the building toward the parking lot and forced me to get out of my car so I could pretend to function like an adult. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, perfect.” I adjusted my dark sunglasses and grabbed my bag of snacks and drinks I packed.
“Hey.” She called again as I tried to walk toward the back door to the shop, “Thanks for letting Hannah tag along with you in Dallin’s place.” She smiled sweetly, and it was impossible to not give into her effortless charm. Next to Parker, Reyna was one of the easiest people to talk to and we had gotten close over the years. “It means the world to her to do a piece on someone so dynamic and different.”
“Different.” I nodded, smiling through that same stupid feeling I got in my gut when the shitty biker said I wasn’t his type, like there was something wrong with me. “Right, no problem.”
“I didn’t mean you were different in a bad way.” Her eyebrows pinched together in confusion, but I waved her off.
“I get it.” Smiling, I hoped to lighten the entire situation so I could escape. “I have to get ready for my first client.”
“Okay.” She hesitated as I left her in the parking lot and went inside.
Different.
Dynamic.
I’d been called every name under the sun in my life, and it never bothered me before. So I couldn’t figure out why I was so conscious of the labels the last few days. I wouldn’t change a thing about me and my lifestyle even if I had a gun to my head, but I had never noticed the difference between me and most of the world before, either.
Until now.
“Oh good, you’re here on time today.” Trey deadpanned as I walked through the employee lounge in the back of the shop. “I was starting to worry I’d be stuck with Hannah today.” He grimaced as I ignored him, dropping off a few items for the main fridge. “I think I scare her. ”
“You scare everyone.” I deadpanned.
“Not as much as you do.” He threw back in our normal insulting fashion.
“True.” I shrugged him off and grabbed my bag to leave.
“Don’t run into any garlic out there.” He yelled as I walked out, making one of his usual vampire references.
“Watch out for those silver bullets.” I lobbed back with my usual werewolf dig, though mine was accurate because he had a Little Red Riding Hood kink and he just scoffed at me in return.
I ignored everyone else, going straight to my room and mentally preparing for my first client. His name was Jack, and he was a Nashville cop who lost his K9 officer two months ago in the line of duty. He was getting a full sleeve dedicated to his partner, Arlo. It was an emotional piece, and it meant a lot to more than just Jack. Arlo’s other partners on the force and his family, including Jack’s kids, loved him, and his loss had a wide impact.
If I was going to get praise about my art and featured in some article, I wanted Arlo’s piece to be at the forefront of it all. I wanted to be known for something that mattered.
“Your appointment is here. And so is Hannah.” Paisley popped in with a mug of coffee in her hands and a hung overlook on her face. Something I could sympathize with completely. We were lucky to not open until ten in the morning, but most of us led lifestyles that left us out on the town until the early hours, anyway.
“Be right there.” I took one last look at my room, making sure I was all prepped before heading out. Luckily, I made sure most everything was ready last night before leaving for the bar with Parker, so the morning would be easier. Before leaving my room to grab Hannah and Jack, I took a glance in the mirror and tried to see myself through fresh eyes.
I looked like a punk rock version of Sandy from Grease. An off the shoulder black blouse that showed off my chest piece, with a pair of black leather pants that hugged my ass and legs like a second skin down to the leopard print red bottoms that were as tall as skyscrapers, gave me the confidence to accomplish anything .
I had my hair up in a fun and flirty up do with a matching leopard print bandana to tie it all together.
I looked hot, that I knew. Sexuality was easy to understand when it was so commonly talked about in society. What was less known, however, was the why behind being openly sexy for others to see. If you did it for someone else, you were desperate. If you did it for yourself, you were conceited.
So was desperation or conceitedness to blame for my outfit?
They called me Emo Barbie , and it worked for me. Feminine and powerful all wrapped into one kick ass, steal your girl, doll. Yet in the moment, it felt like a costume.
“Hey.” Hannah cautiously walked in my room, catching me mirror gazing. “I hope you don’t mind, Paisley told me to come back.” She looked so fucking cute in a pair of baby blue capris, a white boat neck shirt and matching white flats. She tied up her strawberry blond hair in a slick-backed ponytail, accentuating her bright green eyes. Hannah looked like the complete opposite of me standing there in black leather and Louboutin.
“Not at all.” I gave her an easygoing smile to reassure her. Before I even got out of bed today, I promised myself I’d be welcoming and accepting to Hannah. Because she didn’t need to suffer because of whatever mental breakdown I was going through the last few days, even if I could still taste her orgasm on my tongue from my dream. “Thanks for coming in.”
“Oh, I’m so excited.” She gushed relief as she eased into my welcomeness. “I can’t wait to see what masterpiece you create today.”
“Come on in and set your stuff down and I’ll show you the sketch.” I grabbed my tablet to show her the three-hundred-and-sixty-degree 3D rendering of the piece, complete with Jack’s beefy arm wearing the art. “Today’s piece is important.”
“Oh, my god.” She whispered in awe, leaning against my arm to see the tablet better. I tried to ignore how being that close to her felt and focused on the tattoo. “Is that K-9 Arlo?”
“It is. Good eye.”
“I did a piece on him.” She said, mystified, before shaking her head. “I sobbed at the ceremony they did when they laid him to rest. ”
“You went?” I asked, lowering the tablet.
She took a deep breath and looked up at me. “My dad is the Police Commissioner of Nashville.” She shrugged nonchalantly. “I go to all those hard moments with him.”
“That can’t be easy.” I deduced.
“It’s harder for him. My mom passed away years ago, the least I can do is to be there in silent support for him while he supports all of his men and women in uniform.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever met someone like you before.” I admitted, hating how deep that felt to say, but it needed to be acknowledged. Like her specialness needed to be recognized. She blushed and twisted her fingers together, clearly uncomfortable at the praise. I didn’t want to keep her as the center of attention if she was uneasy, so I moved on, nodding for her to follow me out to get Jack.
“Lex.” She said, putting her hand on my arm and stopping me before I made it out of the room. Instantly I flashed back to my dream and the way her hands felt on my tits. “Thank you for inviting me to be a part of today.” She stared up at me with that pureness in her eyes. “This is the kind of thing that sets you apart from the rest.”
I shook it off because I wasn’t doing anything special. I was doing a piece that was special to my client, just like all the others. But I understood how it was important to a lot of other people, so I just nodded and led her to the reception desk.