Contradictions (3 page)

“I love this scar because it reminds me that
I can be strong when I need to be and that I took care of mom when
she needed me. Yes, it's made me leery of men in general, but being
cautious isn't always a bad thing.”

“You are an amazing woman, Ames.”

She hummed. “Tell me about your Dad.”

He told her about being stuck and living with
the constant verbal abuse. How he had wanted to go to college but
had been held back by his father's bigotry. How he had tried men,
thinking that he must have actually been gay since it had been
drilled into his head every day. How he was scared that he'd never
find a way out.

“Wait a second,” Amy interrupted, looking him
in the eye. “He told you that no one would hire you because of your
age and 'inexperience'? That's the biggest crock of shit I've ever
heard! There are positions with TradeLend that are entry level and
don't require a degree or experience. Or if you didn't want an
office, there are always jobs like landscaping. Or hell, I'm sure
there are other restaurants that you could go into and work your
way up.”

“You know, deep down, I think I always knew
that. I guess I unconsciously chose to believe him, thinking that
some day he might accept me.”

“Luke, he's been doing this your whole life.
If you truly do want to run the diner someday, you'll still have to
deal with him, but there are ways out.”

“Wow.”

“I know how you feel about Alice, so I
hesitate to bring this up, but she
is
looking for a
roommate.”

Her comment dissolved his tension and he
laughed. “I think I'll just take it one day at a time.”

Chapter 4

They must have fallen asleep in the chair
because the next thing they knew, light was streaming through the
gauzy curtains.

“Mmm, morning, Ames.” Wow, she looked
gorgeous in the morning. All sleep-mussed and warm.

A wide smile lit up her face as she looked at
him. She gave him a peck on the lips and scooted off of his lap to
go make coffee.

He groaned as he watched her ass sway as she
walked away. He heard her laugh from the kitchen.

“Stop that, it's too early.”

He walked into the kitchen behind her, put
his arms around her and growled into her neck and nibbled. “It will
never
be too early for you.”

Amy whined. “Don't start or we'll never stop.
Don't you have to work today?”

“Ugh, serious reality check.”

“Sorry. I just don't want you to be late and
piss dear old dad off more.”

“You're right, I'm going to hop in the
shower. I'd ask you to come with me, but that would be a very bad
idea. You'll come have breakfast, right?”

“Of course. You'll come back here tonight,
right?”

A slow grin took over his face. “Oh,
yeah.”

*

An hour later, they walked hand-in-hand into
the diner. They weren't officially open yet and Bruce spotted Luke
as soon as he came through the door, not seeing Amy behind him.

“Well, boy, did you sleep on the street last
night or find some sugar daddy to take you home?”

“Neither.”

“Well, you better not have slept in a fucking
motel, you piece of shit. I don't pay you a good salary for you to
waste it.”

Amy had heard enough and stepped out from
behind Luke.

“Actually, Mr.
Small
, which I'm sure
is a true description of you below the belt, unlike your son who is
hung like the proverbial horse, Luke was with me last night.”

“Look, Missy, I don't know who you think you
are, but you should run on home and stop letting the little runt
manipulate you into protecting him.”

“AMY, is my name, which you would know if you
ever paid a damn bit of attention to your customers. Let me just
say, as the owner, you suck. Despite the smoking ban that has been
around for years, you smoke in the office, which is in the kitchen.
You bark at your employees and you belittle your son. The only
reason I keep coming here is because Manny rocks and your son gives
the best service anywhere. So you wipe that smug look off of your
face and you listen good because things are about to change.

“All of that bullshit you keep feeding Luke
about this being the only job he can get is over. He can find
himself a job and a place to live tomorrow if necessary. You need
to think long and hard about where that would leave you. Somehow, I
can't see you being here all hours, rolling silverware, filling
salt and pepper containers, mopping the floors, balancing the
accounts or
anything
that Luke does on a regular basis. You
can think again if you think he's replaceable. So, here's the deal.
You give him a key, today. You promote him to manager and give him
the applicable pay increase, today, along with all of the cost of
living raises you've shorted him over the years and all of the tips
that you've pilfered.

“You will allow him to work when he feels
it's necessary to work and put him in charge of interviewing and
hiring the people necessary so that he doesn't have to be here
24/7. You, Mr. Small, are no longer needed on the premises. This is
a family business that will be going to Luke, sooner than later
since you don't take care of yourself for shit.

“So, what's it gonna be?” By the time Amy was
finished with her diatribe, she was nearly shaking and Luke
probably had no circulation left in his hand.

“Son, you gonna' let this girl chop your
balls off like that?”

Luke looked at Amy with admiration. “Yeah,
Dad, I am. So, what's it gonna' be?”

Bruce sputtered and turned even redder.
“Fine, whatever. I'll do all of those things, but you get your shit
outta' my house by the end of the week. You ain't gonna be
freeloading anymore.”

“Deal.”

Bruce stalked off to his office and most
likely lit a pack of cigarettes.

Luke turned to Amy and lifted her off of her
feet. “I really do feel like I lost my man hood there, but you were
amazing.”

Amy laughed. “Well, think of it as a thank
you for giving me a chance to be me again.”

Chapter 5

Luke knocked on Amy's door that evening
filled with anticipation. He knew that he was falling for her. They
hadn't spent much actual time together, but he didn't discount the
time that they'd known each other as employee and customer.

The door opened to Amy, wearing an orange
sundress. “Hey, you, how was the rest of your day?”

“Pretty good. Dad seemed to filter himself a
lot more than normal and didn't call me a fag once.”

She laughed. “That's progress. Come on
in.”

He stepped in, shut the door behind himself
and then pushed her against it.

“Anxious, much?” she asked with a sly
smile.

“God, yes. I can't tell you how much I wanted
to bend you over at the Landing this morning.”

“We'll have to sneak in some night and try
that.”

“Bedroom, now,” he growled.

She giggled and ran to the bedroom. He
followed closely on her heels and pushed her down on the bed,
climbing on top of her and pulling off her sundress to find her
naked beneath it.

He straddled her hips and really looked at
all of her for the first time. “Damn.”

“Good damn or bad damn?”

He took of his shirt and stepped off of the
bed to shuck his pants and boxers as well. As he climbed back on
top of her, he rubbed her belly with the pre-come steadily dripping
from his dick. “Does this tell you?”

Instead of answering, she pulled him down for
a deep, thorough kiss. She ran her hands up his tightly muscled
back and dug her nails into his shoulders.

“You like it a little rough, Ames?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Damn, baby, what you do to me. I can't wait
to get inside of you, but I have to taste that wet pussy
first.”

She gasped at his dirty talk and
involuntarily thrust her hips up.

“You like that? You want me to tell you how
I'm going to fuck your pussy with my tongue then bury my huge, hard
shaft inside and pound you until you scream?”

He circled his thumb around her clit and then
replaced his thumb with his tongue. He groaned at her sweet flavor
and thrust his tongue inside to get more. Amy was beginning to
pant. He gently pushed two fingers inside, not at all shocked at
how tight she was. He liked it rough, too, but he wanted to work up
to it. He felt around for her g-spot and then started tapping it
with his fingers. She threw her head back and came, screaming,
instantly.

“Oh, yeah, baby. So fucking hot.” He reached
over the side of the bed and retrieved the condom he'd stashed in
the pocket of his pants. He carefully rolled it on and took a deep
breath to try to maintain as much control as possible. He didn't
want to hurt her by going to fast.

“Please,” she begged.

“Stop that or I'm going to pop before I'm
even inside.”

He gently placed his cock at her entrance and
pushed. He was about four inches in when she let out a deep,
throaty groan. He pulled out slightly and thrust in a little more.
He watched her face closely for pain, but only saw pleasure. He
continued his measured thrusting until she reached up and grabbed
his forearms, digging her fingernails into his skin once again. She
was panting with shallow breaths and mumbling incoherently.

“Can you take more?” he asked tightly.

“Give it...”

She was going to kill him. In one last thrust
he was all the way inside and her pussy started contracting around
him. His control snapped and he started thrusting more quickly. He
sat back on his knees and pinched her nipples. She started grunting
and thrusting her chest up. He took a chance and slapped one
breast. Her eyes popped open and he felt her gush around his cock.
He did it again and got a scream. He quickly pulled out and turned
her on her knees, pushing her head down to the bed and sliding back
inside.

“God, baby,” he moaned, kneading her ass. He
slapped her right ass cheek and he felt her start to thrust back
against him. He tried a double slap and animal-like sounds started
pouring from her. He kept it up, steadily thrusting and spanking
harder.

“Luke...more...please...need...”

“Are you needing baby? You want more of
this?”

He pounded with a brutal intensity, but she
seemed to love it. She pushed herself up on her hands so that she
could thrust back harder and reached under herself to play with her
clit. She started a continuous moan/growl and then screamed. Her
channel held him so tightly he could barely move, but she continued
to force him to thrust. He yelled, coming harder than he ever had
in his life and wrapped himself around her, turning them to their
sides.

“Who are you and what have you done with
Amy?”

She laughed. “I told you that you might be
shocked. Contradictions, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. I didn't hurt you did I?”

“Oh, I'm going to be sore, but it was worth
every second. You'll just have to fuck my ass next time.”

“Ames...” he whined and he felt his dick give
a valiant effort to rise again.

He turned her and put a soft kiss on her
lips. “You know I'm falling for you, right?”

“The feeling is completely mutual.”

He traced her scar and closed his eyes. He
felt her start to fall into sleep and went right behind her. So,
this is what happiness felt like.

End