Contradictions (2 page)

“Yep, the other Small of 'Small's
Landing'.”

“I had no idea. I thought you just worked
here. So, you're one of the owners?”

He barked a self-deprecating laugh. “No. But
I don't want to talk about that. Are you ready?”

She looked at him quizzically, but let the
subject drop. “Sure. I walked here, do you have a car?”

“Yep. I can drive.”

He led her to an old clunker. “She's not
pretty, but she's reliable,” he said with a fond pat on the
hood.

“I like it. It has character.”

“That she does.”

The drive to the Bar was fairly silent, but
it wasn't uncomfortable. When they arrived, the line outside was
wrapped around the building.

“I guess we hurry up and wait,” he said with
a grin.

As they waited, more and more people began to
join them and Amy wondered how they were all going to fit inside.
The line started to move and people started pushing to get to the
door. Luke grabbed her hand and pulled her along so that she
wouldn't get lost in the shuffle.

When he didn't let go, even when they were
safely inside, she decided to just go with it. It was nice to feel
as if she were on a date with someone she liked, even if Luke would
never want her in that way.

Luke leaned in closely to speak to her. “What
do you want to drink?”

“Rum and Coke, please.”

“You've got it. Stay right here.”

He reappeared about 15 minutes later with her
drink and two bottles of beer. She reached into her pocket to pay
him for the drink, but he waved her away. “You can get the next
round.”

He sat down a lot closer than necessary, but
she decided that it must be so that they could hear each other over
the excitement of the crowd.

“Have you heard Slam before?” he asked.

“Not live, but I have their indie album.”
Slam, oddly enough, was a blue-grass band with enough of an edge
that it appealed to a much larger market than a typical band of
that genre would.

“I've seen them live once. They're
awesome.”

She slowly sipped her drink and declined his
offer for another. She was buzzed and that was plenty. When the
band took the stage, the crowd went wild and Luke pulled her in
front of him so she wouldn't get knocked over. She was only
slightly shorter than he, so he was able to keep his arms loosely
around her waist and his chin on her shoulder. She took the clip
out of her hair so it wouldn't poke him in the face and let her
hair fall around her shoulders.

She thought she felt his breath on her ear,
but again dismissed it as nothing and just enjoyed the feel of him.
They swayed to the beat until the band took a break.

“I'm going to go get some water,” she told
him, “can I get you anything?”

“The same, please.”

*

He couldn't help but watch her ass in her
snug jeans as she walked away. He loved that she had real curves.
And that hair...he had to keep from groaning aloud when she took
her hair out of that clip. The fresh scent of her shampoo combined
with her own unique scent was intoxicating. He'd been very careful
to keep his hips out of contact with her ass as he stood behind
her. He might be small in most ways, but when fully erect, as he
had been most of the evening thus far, he was way above average.
Though most men would revel in having a dick that size, it wasn't
something that he was overly proud of. It was difficult to hide
even in the loosest pants and the few women he'd been with had been
intimidated and leery of it.

He kept an eye out for Amy to return and
started to worry when he didn't see her at the bar. This was where
being short really sucked. He stood on his chair and scoured the
floor, finally finding her pressed up against a very large man. He
hopped down and made his way in her direction.

“You gonna' dance with me, sweet thing?” he
heard the man drawl.

“Maybe some other time,” Amy replied, “please
excuse me.”

“Aw, come on sexy, don't be like that.”

“I said, back off, asshole!” she growled and
tried to shove the man off of her.

“Hey, she's with me.”

The man glanced over his shoulder looking for
the source of the deep voice. Finding no one, he continued trying
to cajole Amy.

“Hey, leave her alone, buddy.”

Looking around again, the man finally noticed
Luke and his face morphed into a sneer. Luke could smell the
alcohol seeping out of the man's pores.

“What's a little sissy like you gonna' do
about it, huh?”

Luke was tempted to lay the man flat, which
he was capable of doing, but that would eventually involve a police
report and he was enjoying the evening to much to deal with that.
Instead, he gestured to the bouncer who immediately came over.

“What's the problem here?”

Amy chimed in. “He's not taking no for an
answer.”

“Jimmy, you've been warned too many times.
Get out.”

Luke pulled Amy away as 'Jimmy' continued to
argue with the bouncer.

“Are you okay, Ames?”

“Yeah. What a jerk. It was kind of an ego
boost, though. That's never happened before.”

He looked at her skeptically. “You're kidding
right? You're gorgeous. Any man would fall over himself to get
you.”

“That's sweet of you to say. You're such a
good guy. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Luke groaned. “Let me guess. I'm short, thin,
have somewhat of a feminine, baby face and these damn dimples, so
you thought I was gay?”

Amy's eyes were wide and shocked. “Well, no,
but...”

“Alice,” they said in unison.

“I'm starting to think your BFF is a pain in
the ass.”

“Oh, I can confirm that she's a pain in the
ass, but she means well. So,” she said hesitantly, “she was
wrong?”

Instead of answering, he reached out to run
his thumb along her scar, tilted her head and kissed her. Holy God
in Heaven, the woman's lips were soft. He groaned and put a thumb
on her chin to gently tug her mouth open. He felt her gasp and then
her hands were in his hair and she was sucking on his tongue. He
pulled back and gazed into her half-lidded eyes, cradled her face
in both hands and dove right back into the kiss.

At some point, the music started back up and
they began swaying to the beat. There was no way she could have
missed his erection now, but instead of backing away as he
expected, she got even closer, ground her hips against his and
moaned.

“God, Ames...” he whispered against her
lips.

“I love when you call me that.”

Luke smiled widely and she licked each dimple
before turning around and pulling his arms around her waist
again.

Chapter 3

Amy was in heaven. She had never felt so
comfortable with a man before. She had waited for the anxiety to
kick in when she found out that Luke was into her, but it never
did. The way he looked at her made her feel cherished and
beautiful. And the way he kissed her, oh. His kisses were
all-consuming and quite literally, left her without breath.

As the band finished its final number, she
turned back to Luke for another soft kiss. “I guess it's time to
go.”

He nuzzled her cheek for a moment then
started for the door, her hand snugly in his.

As she gave him directions to her apartment,
she contemplated asking him in. She recalled the heated
conversation between Luke and his father and realized that he most
likely didn't have anywhere to go tonight.

He was able to find a spot close to the
building and walked her to the door.

“Luke?”

“Hmm?” he asked as he tucked his face into
her neck.

“I couldn't help overhearing some of your
conversation with your father earlier. Do you want to stay here
tonight?”

He looked at her in shock. “I don't want it
to seem like I'm taking advantage of you. I've liked you for a long
time and don't want to ruin it by going too fast.”

“Please? Just stay.”

“If you're sure.”

“I am,” she said softly.

She unlocked the door and he followed her
inside.

“Amy! How did it go?”

Oh no...
she thought,
not tonight,
Alice.

“Alice, what are you doing here?”

“I have to know how it went with
loverb...hey, diner guy, what are you doing here?”

“His name is Luke and he took me out tonight
since the friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin's freaking
friend stood me up.”

“But, he's ga...”

“Alice, I love you, but shut it and get
out.”

“But...”

“OUT, Alice, and leave your key on the
counter.”

Alice huffed. Amy kissed her friend on the
cheek. “I'll call you tomorrow, I promise.”

Alice left with a scowl that distorted her
pretty face.

Luke burst into laughter.

“What's so funny?” Amy asked.

“You and Alice. You're so shy and she's so
brash. It's such a contradiction.”

She turned and gave him an impish smile.
“You're one to talk about contradictions, Mr. Baby Face and deep
voice. Mr. Small...” she punctuated this by running her hand over
his still rampant erection.

He grabbed her wrist and tugged it away.

“I'm on a razor's edge, Ames,” he said in a
husky voice.

“Why don't I take the edge off for you?” she
asked seductively.

“What happened to my sweet, little
Sugar?”

“More contradictions...”

“In all seriousness,” she continued, “we're
both so wound up that there's no going back. Let's just take a few
minutes and do something about that before we go crazy and have
wild monkey sex.”

Luke laughed again. “I like your thought
process. So, what do you have in mind?”

“Sit here,” she said, pushing him into an
overstuffed arm chair. She struggled for a moment with his belt,
but finally got it open and carefully pulled down the zipper. “By
the way, I never do this,” she said, her shyness starting to show
again.

“I kind of figured that out.” He pushed her
hair back from her face and smiled at the spark emerging behind her
shy expression.

He let his head fall back against the chair
as she rubbed her cheek against his hardness. She reached in and
carefully removed his penis, licking at the drops already emerging
from the tip. He wound both hands in her hair and gently thrust up.
She took the head into her mouth and suckled softly, moaning as she
felt the throbbing of the vein on the underside. She took a few
more inches in her mouth and wisely didn't try to take more, using
her hands instead.

Luke literally trembled as he tried to retain
control. What Amy lacked for in skill, she made up ten-fold in
eagerness. “Ames, can we go in the bedroom? This is a little
one-sided for me. It's killing me not to be able to touch you.”

She shook her head. “If we go in there, we
won't come back out.”

“Come up here, then. I've barely gotten to
touch you.”

The chair was wide enough for them to sit
side by side, so she squeezed beside him, still able to reach his
cock.

“Stop that,” he said and tucked himself back
into his pants. Maybe that way both Amy and his dick would
behave.

“Like I said, it's my turn.”

He kissed the side of her neck and slid his
hand under her soft, cotton shirt to find warm, smooth skin. He ran
his thumb beneath the under-wire of her bra to feel the silky skin
below her breast.

“Lean forward.” He reached around and
unhooked her bra, then groaned as a hard nipple fell into his hand.
He couldn’t resist tugging the shirt up enough to expose her
breasts, then taking a swollen berry into his mouth. He groaned and
lightly nipped, feeling her tense and then the vibration of her
moan.

He rolled the other nipple between his thumb
and finger, squeezing a little more each time, trying to find what
got the best reactions. Her moans were increasing, so he bit one
and pinched the other simultaneously. She cried out and thrust her
hips up.

“Luke...”

“Did you like that?” he asked, knowing damn
well that she did.

“Mmm hmm...”

He undid the single button on her jeans and
slipped his hand inside, over her panties. The scent of her arousal
made its way to his nose and he breathed deeply. Her panties were
soaked.

“Oh, God,” he groaned.

He teased a finger into her panties and his
breath started coming in soft pants as he ran his finger over her
clit and down into her opening.

Amy's eyes were closed and she was breathing
heavily. “You're going to make me come. I want to touch you again,
too.”

He obediently re-opened his pants and his
erection popped back out, immediately seeking her hand. She moaned
and ran her hand around the glans and her thumb over the slit.

In response, he circled his fingers around
her clit, burying his face in her breasts.

“Luke!”

As soon as he felt her body begin to spasm,
he found his own release, growling out her name.

“Wow,” she said.

“Yeah, wow is right.”

They lay snuggled for a few minutes, then
rose to clean up. Afterward, he sat back in the chair and opened
his arms for her. She straddled his lap and put her head on his
shoulder.

“Tell me about this,” he said, stroking her
scar.

She stayed silent for a while before
answering.

“My mom had a bad habit of choosing the wrong
guys. The last guy she married was a real douche and used to beat
her up all the time. I walked in on him holding a knife to her and
I attacked him.”

Luke tensed beneath her and hugged her
tightly.

She laughed softly. “Yes, I got this scar to
remember him by, but I stabbed him in the stomach. I got mom
outside and called the cops. Turns out, his last wife died in an
'accident' and they were able to use this instance to change the
cause of death to murder. He's still in jail.