8 Mile & Rion (10 page)

I feel his presence when he walks in and part of my anger abates. Fuck, I was just so worried about him. Pouring him a glass of wine, I walk it over but he just stands there like a kicked puppy. A man that large shouldn’t look adorable when he thinks he’s in trouble.

“Rion,” he says taking the glass, “I didn’t stand you up, I was on the phone with Rio and that whore, I mean woman wouldn’t leave me alone. I tried, but then she started touching me. I don’t like people touching me and I---“

Pressing my hand over his mouth, I closed my eyes and when I opened them I laid it out there. “Loyal, you’re not from here but you have to keep your hands to yourself whether she had it coming or not. Knowing Sugar, she did. But, had I not known the judge and called in my marker you’d be in jail.”

“What marker?”

“I take his bets,” I tell him shrugging. “I also used to be an attorney…sometimes.”

“That’s the job you quit? You were an attorney?”

“Yep.”

“You were good,” he says. “No, I bet you were really fucking good.”

“I was okay,” I tell him smiling at the compliment. “I spent more time taking bets than taking cases. Stay away from the talent Loyal, they’re trouble.”

“I wasn’t looking for talent,” he says, pulling me toward him. “I was trying to get to
you
.” He was being sweet and I didn’t know what to do with sweet. This was new and I wanted more of it. “Thank you, Rion,” he whispers from his lips to mine. “I owe you dinner.”

Wrapping my arms around his neck and putting myself as close to him as possible, I kiss him back softly. “You owe me two dinners, plus dessert and now maybe some dancing. I’ll take the dancing as payment for services rendered.”

I don’t know how it happened or why, but he started…smiling. It was a beautiful smile just like I knew it would be. His eyes crinkled at the sides, his teeth were white and fuck me, he had one dimple. My heart couldn’t take the dimple. That’s when I decided I wouldn’t give up. I wanted him to be mine by any means necessary.

“I win,” I declare, throwing myself in his arms.

“Win?”

“I made you smile with three days to spare,” I tell him giggling. “So that’s three dinners, dessert, dancing and one other thing but I can’t think of anything right now. I’m too busy memorizing your smile.”

“You don’t lose bets do you?”

“Nope,” I tell him kissing his cheek. “I’m all about the long shot.”

“Rion,” he says quietly, “I need to kiss you again.”

“You never have to ask, Loyal,” I say pulling him down to the couch.

“I wasn’t asking,” he growls, following me down but smiled while he did it.

Fuck yeah, I won.

‘Kissing is one thing, to be kissed back and tackled by her passion is another.’

~Loyal Hart

Taking her mouth I tried to be gentle but found that I couldn’t. Not when she sucked my tongue into her mouth and tried swallowing it like a fucking oyster. When her hands gripped my sides, pulling me closer, my dick thought it would be a good time to get in on the action. Moving her so she was across my lap she deepened the kiss and then I pulled her slight weight down so I could feel her all over me.

Feeling her, that’s all I wanted. It was also probably not the best time to tell her that despite my thirty-five years on this planet I wasn’t all that skilled. I’ve been with the whore who, while we were together, wasn’t very adventurous and refused to experiment. Although right now between the two of us, we seemed to be managing.

“Tell me where you want me,” she pants, breaking her mouth from mine. I would have growled at her to shut up and keep kissing me if it wasn’t for her hands holding my unshaved face and the look of hunger in her eyes.

“You’re good where you are,” I tell her bluntly wanting back in her mouth.

That wasn’t working for her so she leaned back in my lap, holding my face then tilting it up so our eyes met. “Tell me,” she urges me. “I want this to be good for both of us.”

“Don’t matter,” I growl, leaning forward.

“It matters to
me
,” she throws back, “and it should matter to you too.”

“We gonna do this or what?”

Her smile falters but she recovers quickly. Dammit, I don’t need a fucking lecture, I just want to get her off. “Under me,” I tell her. “That’s where I want you.”

“Under you,” she whispers thinking on it. “I can work with that.” Standing up first, she reaches her hand out to help me off the couch. When I looked confused, she takes the other hand and leads me down the hall. Entering her bedroom she stands in front of her bed and slowly pulls her shirt up and over her head. Tossing it to the floor she doesn’t lose eye contact but does lose the bra. Not covering herself up, she smiles at me again and says, “Your turn,” so I pull my own shirt off and throw it on top of hers.

Next she unzips that tight skirt and slides it down her gorgeous legs stepping out of it. She uses her foot to fling it away from her. My breathing is labored, my dick fucking hurts and my hands are itching to touch that soft skin.

“Loyal?” she asks, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Your turn,” she says standing there like a god damn wet dream. Her tits would sit in my palms perfectly and that was all I could focus on. Following her lead I drop my jeans, kick them away and eagerly wait for what’s next.

“Come here,” she says, crooking her finger at me.

Two steps forward, I was there towering over her. “Now what?” I ask, wanting to tackle her.

Stepping around me, she climbs on to the bed, lays down with her head on the pillow and tells me what to do. “Finish undressing me,” she says, then adds, “please.”

Climbing up the bed starting at her feet, I straddle her and then I couldn’t help it. I ran my hands slowly up her soft legs and watched as her eyes closed. She likes this? Reaching the last piece of clothing I slip my fingers under the lace and pull down. When I get stuck, she lifts up allowing me to work them down her body until the underwear are around her ankles.

I cannot fucking breathe.

She lifts her foot, allowing me to slide them off and add to the pile. I do, but I really wanted to keep them as a gift instead. “My turn,” she says, sitting up and when her tits are close to my face, nature took over. Grabbing them I squeeze her in both hands and when her hands come to my shoulders and she whispers, “Harder,” I do that too. Jill never let me touch her freely like this.

I’m so lost in her that when she tackles me to my back and straddles me I can only blink. “Tell me it’s me you’re thinking of right now, Loyal,” she says looking sad. “Tell me that it’s just us here.”

“Just you,” I tell her hoping she doesn’t catch the lie. “Just us.”

“Okay,” she says, leaning forward and then with nimble fingers she guides my boxers down from my waist to my ankles. Sliding them off and tossing them, she sits back on her heels and fucks me with her eyes. I’m not sure if I like it or not, but if this is what she wants, I’ll let it happen. “Strong,” she whispers, running her fingers through my chest hair, down my stomach and then, before I could take another breath, my dick was in her hands.

It felt foreign, but good. When she started to stroke me, I closed my eyes so I wouldn’t blow. Jill never did this either. Fuck the woman never did anything. I barely know this woman and she’s jerking me off because for some crazy reason, she wants me. I’m fucked up about it. I’m loving it, I’m hating it, I’m fucking confused.

“Stay with me,” she urges. “Look at me, Loyal.”

Opening my eyes I see her flushed with need, touching my dick and enjoying it is too much. But my dick didn’t know that, my dick was happy. Thrusting into her hand she works me harder which causes me to thrust harder and then she starts moving her hips over my leg. Somehow she straddled it and I can feel her wet pussy dripping on me when she grinds. God knows Jill was never wet either. Fucking her was like rubbing one out with a handful of sandpaper. Watching her watching me though, it took about another thirty seconds when it happened.

Without making a sound because Jill hated it, I exploded all over her hand and myself. It’s the hardest I’ve ever come in my life to date. Trying to regulate my breathing, I feel her release me and I shudder all over again when the air hits me. Opening my eyes, I expected to see her smiling at what she’d done, only she wasn’t.

Instead she slowly moved away from me, grabbed a robe from the back of the door then handed me a bath towel to wipe off. I don’t want to wipe it off, but I do because I don’t want that shit on her bedding. When she looks at the floor prepared to leave, it hits me with crushing force.

I didn’t get
her
off.

‘Big girls don’t cry, we pout.’

~Junior Reynolds

I’m a big girl. A grown up. A god damn tax payer too sometimes but, I swear to god, if I had to hear him say ‘Jill’ one more fucking time I was going to rip his big dick off. He wasn’t aware that he even did it, which was worse. I could have been anyone willing and it wouldn’t have mattered. He didn’t see
me
. He saw
her
.

That hurts.

Still, I tried. I knew he needed it, hello! I needed it too. I knew when he kissed me he wanted me, but it wasn’t my face he saw when he came it was…

Whatever, I needed to get back to work anyway. Tossing him a towel and turning to leave he jumps out of my bed and beats me to the door. “Wait,” he growls in my ear then walks me backwards to the bed attempting to lay me down.

“It’s okay,” I tell him, pushing him away.

“It ain’t okay,” he growls, trying to pin me down again. “You get your turn.”

“I don’t want my turn anymore,” I whisper trying not to cry. “Just move please.”

“Move?”

“Move!” I snap, needing to get away from him.

He tags my arm, stopping me. “Dammit give me a minute and I’ll get you off,” he promises me.

“What’s my name, Loyal?”

“What?”

“My fucking name,” I repeat, seething with pain and jealousy. “What is it?”

Blinking at me he starts to open his mouth but I stop him.

“Rion,” I say to him with anger and hurt. “It’s Rion. Not Jill. Rion. I’m not her and she’s not here. Say her god damn name in the same room as me again and I will cut you. We clear?”

“What the fuck does that whore have to do with anything?”

“That
whore’s
name was the one coming out of
your
fucking mouth while
your
dick was in
my
hands! It was her name you moaned when you came all over yourself too. You’re either with me or you aren’t. If you’re taken, fucking act like it. You don’t get to do this to me again. My second chances only go so far.”

Breaking away and slamming the door, I go across the hall to work while wearing my fucking robe. Hours later after I’d cooled down a bit, I did have to at least acknowledge he hadn’t said her name in lust, but rather disgust but that wasn’t the point.

He’d said her name while
my
hands were the ones responsible for him coming rivers all over his stomach. Screaming internally at the unfairness of it all, he knocks once then comes in looking ten shades of pissed off.

“You got a fucking problem, you stay put until the problems fixed.”

“I got a fucking problem,” I growl, standing up and tightening my robe. “You, you’re my fucking problem.”

“You want me to go, then?”

“What I want is for you to level with me and tell me who and what she is to you.”

“She ain’t shit to me,” he says, approaching my desk. “That’s all you need to know. She’s a whore, a liar and the biggest mistake of my miserable life. And she ain’t
you
.”

“Then why---”

Cutting me off before I can finish, he runs his hands over his head and falls into the chair. “Fuck, Rion can we please not talk about her? Every bad memory I have features her, alright? I’m here, trying to figure out how the hell I can get you to see past whatever it was I did.”

“You know what you did. Let’s just say, for arguments sake it was me saying Peter on repeat. What would you do?”