Eight
ZAC
WALKING INTO THE CAFé, I can hear the four women before I see them. I approach their table slowly, even though every bone in my body wants to run and grab Alyssa so I can pull her back into my arms. I stop at the table, sitting in the empty seat next to Alyssa.
Putting my arm around the back of her chair, I ask, “Sunshine, did you have a good time?”
I already know the answer to my question.
I can tell by the rosy colour to her cheeks that she’s had a few mimosas.
She doesn’t answer my question. Instead, she turns and smiles at me before practically jumping into my lap.
She reaches up, pulling my head down to hers, and plants her lips against mine.
It feels like heaven, her soft, full lips on mine.
Swiping my tongue out, I lick her lips, seeking entrance.
She doesn’t keep me waiting, and I swirl my tongue, tasting her mouth.
She tastes sweet, a mixture of orange juice and what I think is chocolate.
Whatever it is, she’s intoxicating and I’m not talking about the obvious alcohol I can taste on her lips.
I hate to do it, but I have to pull back. If I don’t, I’ll have her spread across this table before I know it. She groans as I pull away, and I can’t help but laugh at how damn cute she is.
“Why… why can’t you just keep kissing me? I like your kisses, Zac, like really, really like them.” She purrs a little, which has my cock harder than it was a minute ago, and it was already fucking hard.
Leaning in, I whisper in her ear so she’s the only one that can hear, “Sunshine, I want nothing more right now than to keep kissing you. I want to strip you naked and kiss every part of your body from your head to your toes. I want to worship you the way you deserve to be worshiped, but that can’t happen in a café full of people. I already told you I don’t share.”
Alyssa looks at me, mouth open. She eventually says, “Let’s go. I’m ready.”
I laugh at her eagerness. I don’t remember a time I’ve laughed so frequently, but Alyssa seems to bring it out of me with ease. “Baby, you might want to at least say goodbye to your friends first.”
I wave at the three women who are all sitting at the table and staring at us like we’re an alien lifeform.
Alyssa looks across at them. Before she can say anything, one of her friends speaks up, “Uhh, no, you don’t, Mister Tall-dark-and-handsome.
It’s Sunday! Sunday means girls’ day. You don’t get to take her away from us on girls’ day.
We have partying to do, we have celebrating to do, and we have cucumbers to pick up. ”
All four women laugh when Alyssa says, “Well, I don’t need to pick up any cucumbers. I have one that’s just perfect already.”
I have no idea what their fascination with cucumbers is and can’t help with that, but the first two points I can address, and still keep Alyssa with me.
“Well, it just so happens partying and celebrating are something I can help with. How about I reserve a VIP table for you at The Merge tonight? You all go home, rest, sober up and meet Alyssa at the club at ten tonight?”
The four women look from one another. It’s like they’re having a conversation without speaking—kind of creepy if you ask me. Sarah speaks up this time. “Will there be bottle service included with the VIP table? If so, we’re in. Also, you’re giving me a ride home with Alyssa.”
“It wouldn’t be VIP without table service. I can drop you off at your place, but I’ll be taking Alyssa home with me.” I leave no room for arguments.
Lucky for me, Alyssa seems onboard with my plan. “Okay, I will see you twinnies later tonight. And you, get up. We’re going. I don’t have all day.”
Standing up, Alyssa grabs my hand and pulls, but she stops suddenly. “Oh wait!” She picks her purse up from the table. “I just need to go pay then we can go.”
As she’s trying to pull away from me, I stop her and pull her back to my side. “I already paid for the table. Let’s go.”
If I thought she would be grateful for having her and her friends’ meals and drinks paid for, I was wrong.
She pulls away from me, crossing her arms over her chest, which only makes her breasts look like a fucking offering.
I’m finding it hard to look her in her eyes and not stare at them like a creep.
Again, I’m struck with the thought, Damn, she’s cute, which makes me smile. Wrong move again.
“What the hell are you smiling for, GQ? This isn’t funny.
I don’t need you to pay for my meals. I have a job you know.
I can pay for my own things. Holly? She has a job; she’s a kindergarten teacher.
She can pay for her own things too. And Sarah?
She’s a makeup artist. She makes money. Funnily, she can pay for her own meals.
Reilly…” She pauses and takes a breath. “Well, she’s between jobs right now, but she’s about to get one.
I know it’s happening for her soon. But okay, maybe you can pay for hers. ”
I wait to make sure she’s finished with her little tirade.
“Are you finished, or is there more?” I unfold her arms and pull her back into me.
“I know you have a job, a stable one with stable pay if I remember correctly.” She nods her head.
“I didn’t pay for your meal and drinks because I don’t think you can.
I paid because I wanted to do something nice for you.
As for paying for your friends? They just happen to benefit from me doing something nice for you. ”
Alyssa doesn’t say anything, but leans her body into mine. I take this as a win. Reilly (I’m pretty sure it’s Reilly) says, “Well, I for one am all for anyone paying for me! Until I get that next job, that is.”
Looking over to Sarah, I say, “If you need a ride, let’s go.” I take Alyssa’s hand and lead her out to the car.
Settling Alyssa into the passenger seat, I walk around and jump in the car. Looking back, I make sure Sarah has put her own seat belt on before I pull out. “Here, drink this, sunshine.” She takes the water I hand over but sits it on her lap instead of opening it.
“You’re so pretty, Zac. Why are you so damn pretty? I’m gonna go to jail, aren’t I?” she asks so seriously.
Picking up her hand and joining it with mine, I bring her wrist to my mouth and kiss it before resting our joined hands on my thigh.
I like touching her. If I had it my way, I would always be touching some part of her.
I haven’t even had her yet, and I’m craving her touch this badly.
How is it going to be once I finally get her in my bed and naked?
I’m pulled from my thoughts when Alyssa speaks again. “I really like when you do that. It sends shivers straight through me, but the good kind, not the creepy kind.”
Looking into the back seat, she says to Sarah, “I’m definitely going to jail in the near future. You’ll come visit, right?”
Sarah laughs and adds, “I’ll probably be your damn cellmate. We’ll have to turn lesbian; they don’t serve cucumbers in jail, you know.”
I have to shake my head to clear my thoughts. All I heard was: We’ll have to turn lesbian. Usually, the thought of two women would be a major turn on for me, but the thought of Alyssa being with anyone else, even a woman, sends rage through my entire body.
“Sunshine, you are not going to jail. Whatever you did, I’ll fix it for you. All you have to do is tell me. I can fix it. And Sarah, you can keep your filthy hands off my woman. Under no circumstances will you be turning her lesbian, jail or no jail. You got me?”
Both Alyssa and Sarah crack up, and laughter fills the car. I could listen to the sound of Alyssa’s laugh forever; it’s like the best played song I’ve ever heard.
Sarah mumbles, “Your woman,” and then bursts out in laughter again.
This, I don’t find funny. “Yes, my woman, my Alyssa, and I don’t share.”
“Aw, you called her my Alyssa, and this morning she called you her Zac.” Tapping Alyssa on the shoulder, she says seriously, “Jail is most certainly in your future, my friend.”
“Alyssa, baby, what the hell have you done that you think you’re going to end up in jail?” Both women laugh again. I’m not impressed. All this talk of jail, after what I just did last night… Fuck me, does
she know what I did? Does she think whatever I do will come back on her? The thought that she would be worried about that has me feeling nauseous.
Alyssa must notice a change in me. Squeezing my hand, she says, “It’s not what I’ve done yet. It’s what I’m likely to do to all the girls who think they can get to you. Well, they will have to go through me now, because I don’t share and I happen to be a very scrappy fighter. I learnt young.”
It does not escape my attention that she made a comment about learning how to fight young, nor does this morning’s comment about taking care of herself since she was five.
Now is not the time to bring it up though, and I’m feeling relief that she isn’t concerned about my actions coming back to her, not that I would ever fucking let that happen.
Pulling into the carpark out front of Alyssa’s townhouse, I open her door for her. “Run in and pack an overnight bag. Or better yet, pack enough for a few days so you won’t have to come back. I’ll wait out here. I’ve got a call I need to make.”
Alyssa reaches up on her tiptoes and lays a kiss onto my cheek. “Sure thing, stud-muffin.” I watch in shock as she grabs Sarah’s arm and they walk into their townhouse together.
“I’m just going to freshen up real quick,” Alyssa says as she goes into the bathroom and shuts the door.
I finally have her back in my bedroom, where I’ve wanted her to be since she left it this morning.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, I toe my boots and socks off.
I take my shirt off and start undoing my belt when the bathroom door opens.
I look up and all the breath I had leaves me.