DASH (4 page)

TABATHA

“You’re joking?” Jackie asks rubbing suntan lotion on her white as snow skin.

“I wish I were,” I say lying on a lawn chair by my parents’ pool. It’s been two days since the day I came home to find Dash sitting in my father’s office. And I’m still as pissed as I was the second I realized he knew who I was.

It was my fault. I was stupid enough to sleep with him without even bothering to find out who he was. I just wanted someone to get over Rodger, and of course like a slut, I jumped in bed with the first guy that I found attractive.

“How could he have known who you were though?”

“The internet.” I roll my eyes behind my Dolce shades. “There’s pictures of me on there with my father’s racing team.” She knows this. Then all the pictures of Rodger and me, of course.

“But in the past they dated you for a little bit while they tried to get close to your dad. Erik had already been signed.”

I shake my head. “Technically he was signing that very next morning,” I remind her.

“It doesn’t make sense. I can’t see him doing that.”

I arch a dark eyebrow. “Oh? Are you two best friends now?”

She shakes her head. “I just saw the way he looked at you the night of his party. Trust me when I say this. He was thinking how to get you up to his bed—not how you could further his racing career.” She then tilts her head to the side and frowns, “That sounded worse.” She says confused by her statement.

I close my eyes as I turn over onto my stomach to let my back get some sun. We lie basking in the sun in silence for a few minutes until I hear Jackie speak.

“I, uh, am going to go get something to eat. Want anything?” she asks sounding flustered.

“Sure. Bring me some ice cream.” Aunt Flow is about to visit and my main craving is ice cream. Mint chocolate chip is to die for.

She doesn’t respond, but I hear her get up and her feet slap against the hot concrete as she walks away.

I let out a long sigh as those gray eyes come to mind. I wish I could forget what happened that night at his party. It’s all I see now. I liked it better when my memory was still hazy and hung-over.

We crash through his bedroom door. He shoves my back against the door slamming it shut in the process. His lips are on mine as his tongue shoves its way into my mouth. I feel his hands on the hem of my shirt and he goes to pull his mouth away to lift my shirt. But I grab ahold of him and pull him into me. His hands rise and rip my shirt off as I moan into his mouth. My bra disappears and his hand lands on my breast roughly. He takes my nipple between two fingers and pinches it so hard I pull away and scream out.

I’m panting and pushing my hips into him, needing more. I drop to my knees and start to undo his belt. “Shit,” he hisses placing his hands behind his head as I free his rather large dick. I lick my lips and take his hard dick into my mouth.

He then slams a fist against the door as the other hand finds its way into my hair. I pull him to the back of my throat and his nails dig into my scalp. I pull away as I lick up his long hard shaft. I come to the top and swirl my tongue around the head.

“God, Tabatha,” he growls as his other hand finds its way into my hair as well. He grips it tightly and pushes his hips forward. I suck taking him to the back once again. “Fuck,” he hisses. “I wanna fuck you so hard...” I moan around his cock in my mouth and relax my mouth giving him permissions to do whatever the hell he wants to me.

For once in a long time, I want to be fucked so hard where I can’t stand afterwards.

“You’re going to burn.” A familiar man’s voice cuts through my thoughts.

My eyes spring open, and I fumble to get off of the lounge chair and up onto my feet. My feet get tangled in my chair and I’m about fall into the pool when two strong arms grab me around the waist and I’m pulled into a hard body.

I let out a breath as my heart pounds against his chest. I watch the frown on his face from behind my sunglasses. I tighten my legs as the memory of what we did still lingers in my mind.

He reaches up and pushes my glasses to the top of my head. I blink a few times from the harsh sunlight. “You should be more careful,” he warns.

“Of you?”
Why do I sound so breathless?
 

He shakes his head. “I finally realized what you were so upset about. And I promise you that I had no idea who you were that night of my party.”

“You’re lying,” I say starting to get myself under control.

“I promise. I’m not.”

“What are you doing here?” I ask trying to pull out of his arms, but he doesn’t let me go.

“I just wanted to talk to you. To make sure, you understood I didn’t take you to bed with the wrong intentions.”

I let out a rough laugh hoping it hides my discomfort of wanting a repeat of that night. “Yeah. Because just getting your dick wet is a much better excuse.”

He gives me a slow and sexy smile. “Darling, you wanted it just as bad as I did.” He then runs the back of his knuckles down the side of my cheek. “If I remember correctly, you instigated it.”

“Me?” I gape up at him.

He nods. “The way your eyes raked over me. The way you bent over the pool table and pushed your ass out. I paid attention.” I huff. “You knew what you were doing,” he says, giving me a devious smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I play stupid. I just wanted one night to forget about Rodger. I just happened to have slept with a guy who my father signed. Why is karma coming after me?

“Now who’s the one lying?” He leans down so close his lips are almost touching mine. I lick mine. “And now I want another chance to show you just how much you enjoyed it. Preferably without as much alcohol involved this time.”

I shake my head. “That can’t happen.”

“It can. And it will.”

“No,” I say firmly.

“What? Are you saying I don’t have a chance?” He lifts an eyebrow and gives me a small smile.

I let out a breath before telling him the truth. “I had one intention that night and that was to forget my ex,” I say, and his smile drops off of his face. “So both of our intentions were not pure.”

“You speak of my intentions as if you still don’t believe me when I say I didn’t know who you were,” he says frowning once again.

I shrug carelessly. “Does it really matter? It happened. You’re the one who won’t let it go.”

“You’re right,” he says softly. “I don’t want to let it go.” He runs his hand up my back. “I want you again and again. Why do you make it sound like such a bad thing?” He presses his lips against mine. I open up without hesitation letting him kiss me. It’s just a kiss. What could it hurt?

My lips work with his as if they have done it a thousand times. I feel his fingers brushing against my back and then his hand is covering my breast.

I gasp in his mouth when I realize he had untied the top of my bathing suit.

He chuckles softly. “I want you right now.”

“My dad...” If he saw this, he would shit a brick and both of our lives would be over.

“He’s not here,” he whispers.

“Jackie?” I ask. How can I get out of this?

“She has probably left already.”

If I know Jackie, she is probably sitting in one of the windows, eating my ice cream while watching us. She’s a freak like that.

“We can’t do this.” I finally say pushing him away from me. My body shivers as his heat no longer touches me. My body wants him. Hell, my body has had him, and it knows how fucking good it feels.

I go to walk past him, holding my top over my breasts the best I can. Which is hard since it’s just two triangles.

He grabs my arm and spins me around. He knocks my body into his and I feel the air leave my lungs when he grabs my ass and lifts me up. He lays me down on top of the lounge chair.

“Dash…” I say breathlessly trying to get up.

He straddles me and pins my hands down by my head. I don’t fight it. Instead, I lift my hips up to his. Needing some kind of friction. I’m soaking wet and horny as hell. I want him to remind me how much I enjoyed it.

He slowly smiles then his eyes land on my exposed chest. Crap, I lost my bikini again.

He bends down and places his lips on mine, slow and soft. His hands release my wrists and I wrap them around his neck. I just can’t push him away. He makes me forget Rodger. He makes me feel alive again. Not the pathetic little dog that obeyed every command.

He slides a hand between our bodies and inside my bikini bottoms. “You’re already wet for me, baby.” He smiles against my lips when his fingers find my soaked pussy.

I moan as he slides one into me. “Tell me what you were thinking about when I startled you,” he demands as he enters another finger into me.

“You.” I arch my back and let out a whimper.

He chuckles as he places soft kisses on my neck. “What about me?”

I pause for a second. Rodger never asked me how our sex felt or what I liked. We always did what he liked. My opinion didn’t matter. I like that Dash wants to know.

“The way you fucked my mouth,” I say honestly and a deep rumble comes from his chest.

“I think about that all the time too,” he admits.

His fingers slide out and my body sinks into the lounge chair from the loss. “What are you doing?” I ask as he sits up.

“I believe it’s my turn to fuck you with my mouth,” he states with a smile as he unties both strings of my bikini bottoms and sinks down between my legs. I bend my knees and arch my back as he does just that. No tenderness. No holding back. He literally fucks me with his tongue, and it’s amazing. He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders and his hands hold down my hips as they buck. My hands tangle in his dark hair and I scream out as he brings me to orgasm in minutes. Once done he sits up but continues to hold me down as my body shakes from the aftermath. He leans down and gives me a soft kiss on my parted lips as I pant. I lick what’s left of myself off of his lips.

“There’s another memory for you to think about when I’m gone.” I lie there completely spent as he gets up and walks back into the house to leave.

I throw my arm over my eyes and cuss myself. What the hell did I just let him do? Did I really just let him go down on me in the middle of the day on my parents’ lawn furniture? Yes, yes I did! And it was fucking amazing!

“Girl…” Jackie screeches as she comes running outside.

I sit up and hold my bottoms between my legs. She’s my best friend, has been since middle school. She’s seen my tits more times than I could count, but I do not want her to see my pussy after what Dash just did to it.

“What?” I try to ask calmly. I pull my legs up and throw my arms over them trying to hide that fact that they are still shaking.

“What?” she repeats placing her hand on her narrow hips. “You know
what.
I saw that.”

“I knew you would watch you sick freak,” I say with a laugh.

She fans herself. “I didn’t see much but I do need to cool off after that. Oh, and he was hard as a rock as he walked out.” She winks. “Big package, huh?” She then jumps into the pool and I lie back down as I look up to the sky. I’m fucked! Getting involved with him is the last thing I need right now.

TABATHA

“Go away,” I growl as I hear my doorbell ring again. I pull the covers up over my head and try to get back to my sex dream with Dash.

We’re in my parents’ pool and the sun has set. The full moon up above is the only light we have. My back is shoved against the pool, and my legs are wrapped around his hips. The water is somewhat cold, but his body warms my own.

“Dash,” I say breathlessly as his lips run up and down my neck.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he says while his lips brush my ear. “So fucking perfect.” His hands on my hips grip me tighter.

“Please,” I beg and thrust my hips to him. I can feel his hardness resting against my lower belly. We’ve stripped naked, but he’s making me wait for some reason. I’m going to explode before he even starts to fuck me.

“What have I told you about begging…?” I can feel his smile against my neck. He’s enjoying this.

It won’t work on him. I loosen up my legs a little and allow my hand to travel between our bodies. I grab a hold of his cock tightly, and he hisses in a breath. Slowly, but firmly, I run my hand up and down his thick cock.

I lower my face so that I can whisper into his ear. “I’m not begging. I’m telling you. Fuck me!” My body is tingling, and my pussy is throbbing. I need him to give me something and soon.

I feel his chest rumble as he lets out a growl from deep within his chest. His hand quickly grabs my wrist and pulls it away. He takes himself in his hand and pushes inside of me.

My head falls back, and I take in a deep breath as he stretches me to accommodate his size.

“I’ll fuck you,” he says through gritted teeth as his hands tangle in my hair. I whimper from the feel of the pinpricks, and my pussy tightens around him. “However you want it, baby,” he says, pulling out and slamming back into me.

My back stings as its rubs against the pool wall, but it feels so good. He feels so good.

“Open up, Tabby.” Then a fist hits the door a few more times breaking my dream once again.

I growl as I bounce out of bed and storm to the door. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I demand looking at Rodger. Not only did the bastard ruin my dream, but he has to be standing on my front porch at the butt crack of dawn.

He gives me a look of disapproval with his green eyes due to my choice of wording. He always hated it when I cussed.

“I came to talk to you.” He looks behind me to my hall. “May I come in?”

“No,” I say closing the door a bit so he has to look at me.

He fixes his tie and straightens his back. “Please?” he asks through gritted teeth. He doesn’t believe in asking permission. To him a man should receive whatever he wants, whenever he wants. Like every man on earth is a god and women are just little slaves.
Just that thought has me wanting to slam his hand in the door.

“No,” I say again more firmly. “It’s over Rodger. Go away.” I slam the door in his face and head toward my bedroom. He ruined my dream for nothing. I look up at my clock and sigh. I’ve got three hours before I have class.

I start to walk to my bathroom but come to a stop when a thought crosses my mind. I’m on Spring Break! I don’t have to be anywhere today. I crawl back to bed and as soon as I pull the covers up and over my head my house phone rings.

“Ugh!” I say throwing the covers off of my face. “What now?” I snap reaching over to grab the phone off of my dresser.

“Good morning Sweet Pea. Hope I didn’t wake you.”

“Hey Dad,” I say with a smile. I hate how much time I have missed with him and my mother over the last year. My parents really liked Rodger, so when I had to call and cancel a dinner date or birthday party for them with some lame ass excuse Rodger had made up, they believed me. Believed that I was just too busy with my ‘grown-up life’, as they would say.

“How about joining me for dinner tonight?” he asks happily.

“That sounds great,” I say lying back down in bed with a comfortable sigh.

“You can bring Rodger,” he offers, and my shoulders slump. “I haven’t seen him in forever.” I bite on my lip trying to come up with an excuse to why Rodger can’t come, when he continues, “How about at the Gardens, say seven thirty?”

“See you there. I love you.”

“Love you too, sweet pea.”

I hang up the phone and close my eyes getting back to my dirty dream with Dash.

***

I had spent the day in bed daydreaming about Dash. Well, up until Jackie showed up and dragged me out of bed to go to some stupid yoga class and then to the mall to do some shopping.

I pull up to the Gardens and leave my car with the valet. The waitress smiles as I walk in smoothing down my black dress. I chose something simple yet elegant. It’s tight fitting on my chest and has a red belt that circles high on my waist. Then the pleated skirt flares out. It might be a tad short for dinner with my dad, but I bought it today and wanted to wear it out as soon as possible.

“Good evening Ms. Knight.” The hostess greets me.

“Good evening.” I smile back.

“They are right this way.” She turns and walks away from her station.

I follow behind her frowning. They? Who is my dad here with? Maybe my mother is coming as well. Not likely, though. That woman is busier than my father most days.

The hostess walks us up to the table as my father stands. “Hello, sweet pea.” He hugs me tightly then releases me. I turn to see Dash sitting there with a smug smile on his face.

“Can I get you anything?” the hostess asks as she places her hand on his shoulder. I have to hold back my eye roll as she eyes him like she would love to have him served on a silver platter.

“No. Thank you, though,” he answers keeping his eyes on me.

I sit down looking at him, but speaking to my father. “I didn’t know he was coming.”

“Well, I knew you were coming,” Dash smirks, and I can’t help but remember what those lips did to me just a few days ago.

“Where is Rodger sweet pea?” my father asks, and my eyes shoot to Dash. He rolls his shoulders.

I gulp down some of my water before I reply to him. “I don’t know.” I turn to him. “We broke up.”

He frowns “Why? I thought that you two were in love?”

I sigh, “No. We were not in love, Dad.”
I was in love
. I was an idiot who let my heart get the best of me!

“What happened?” he asks, still frowning. He wouldn’t understand. To him, Rodger was a great guy who was ambitious and was going to one day rule the world. If I told him that our breakup started over me not wanting him to transfer to another college—he would side with Rodger. Not to be mean or unfair to me, but because he believes in doing what you must do to achieve your dreams. My father isn’t selfish like Rodger, though. He actually cares for people.

“It just ran its course.” That was a lame excuse, but it was the best I could come up with. Guess I should have prepared myself for this conversation.

“Why hadn’t I heard about this?” he asks, clearly not going to let it go.

“It just happened,” I say with a careless shrug, wanting him to know that I’m okay with it. That his little girl’s heart is not torn open. It was, but for different reasons.

“Well, I guess it’s better off you guys break up before marriage.” He nods to me.

I nod back not really knowing how to respond to that. At one point, I saw myself marrying him. Then at another point I saw myself cutting him into little pieces and burying him in the backyard of our spring Villa where we would be living. Either way I would have gone totally insane. The waiter chooses this time to come and take our order and then silence falls on the table as I look around the restaurant. It’s a Saturday night, so it is fairly busy. Its lack of bright lights and whispers of others makes me comfortable.

“What do you do?” Dash asks getting my attention.

Oh. So he wants to play this game? The one where we act like we haven’t rolled around naked. “I’m a student.” I can play. I also work for my dad. But he doesn’t need to know that.

He just nods. “What do you do besides race bikes?” I ask curiously. I had never heard of him before. I’m surprised my father chose him to join the team. 

“That’s about it,” he says biting into a roll.

“College?” I question.

He shakes his head. “Racing.”

I want to roll my eyes at him but instead I look over to my father. “Where did you find him?”

He looks offended that I asked. His eyes move to Dash before they come back to me. “He’s the best there is.” He gestures to him.

I expect Dash to give me a smug smile. But instead he’s watching me intently. He tilts his head to the side as his gray eyes continue to stare into mine. I want to look away, but that would show weakness. It would show him how much he can affect me. So what we had sex once? I can handle that. I lick my lips as I remember the other things he did to me while lying by my parents’ pool. The motion of my tongue has his eyes dropping to my lips and I’m thankful to look away. I pick up my glass of water since my mouth is feeling dry all of a sudden.

“So tell me more about this Rodger guy?” He finally speaks.

I stop my drink halfway to my mouth. “What about him?” I try to say nicely but failing. Why does he want to know about my ex?

“How long were you guys together?”

“A year.”

“How did you meet him?”

“College.”

“Why did you guys break up?”

I tilt my head to the side and narrow my eyes. “Why should any of this concern you?”

“Sweet pea,” my father speaks, “he’s just curious. And I am as well.”

I throw Dash a go to hell look before I turn and speak to my father. I already told them why. “It was just over.” I shrug carelessly. I’m not going to admit that he had made me a different person or that I was suffocating.

“And he just walked away? Like that?” my father asks sitting back in his chair. Not buying it. “He seemed too much like a boy in love to just let you go so easily.”

I hate how perceptive my father is. He sees everything! Even things I don’t want him to see. “I broke up with him,” I say. “He was thinking about moving away next fall for school, and he wasn’t planning on me going. So where would that have left us? A long distance relationship?” I shake my head. I wouldn’t do that.

“He would move away from you?” my father says, giving his head a shake. “My sweet pea deserves better than that.”

I actually smile. “I think he’s changed his mind about moving. He wants another try,” I state before thinking about what I just said. I look up at Dash, and his jaw is tight and his eyes look dangerously dark—I smile to myself. He’s jealous. He doesn’t want anyone else playing with his toy.

We hear ringing, and my dad fishes his phone out of his pocket. “I have to take this.”

As soon as my father walks away, Dash places his forearms on the table and speaks. “So you still talk to him?” His voice is hard.

“Yes,” I say, and he lets out a growl that I almost miss. “He showed up at my house this morning. It wasn’t something I could have prevented. The bastard woke me up,” I whisper.

He fists his hands on the table. “And?”

“And nothing.” I don’t want anything to do with Rodger anymore. But why do I want Dash to think I do? Because I like the way, he looks when jealous? “I made him leave. I’m done with him. I’m done being that type of person.” I whisper the last part as I drift off in a memory.

“Lock the door and come here,” Rodger commands as he stands by the bed dressed in a pair of khakis and a polo shirt.

I do as he says and then walk over to him. “What are we doing up here?” I ask. We are at his parents’ house for our usual Sunday dinner.

He doesn’t answer right away. Once I’m a few steps from him he reaches out and grabs my wrist. I yelp from how tight he’s holding onto me. He pulls me to him before picking me up and throwing me onto the bed roughly.

“Rodger…” He places his hand over my mouth to quiet me.

“Shh,” he says softly. “You don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

I shake my head, and he removes his hand from my mouth. “Good girl.” He places a soft kiss on my lips before his hands move up my thighs. He lifts the hem of my white cotton dress high enough to expose my panties. “This dress it too short.” He sighs heavily—disappointed in my choice of outfit. “No woman of mine should be showing off what’s mine.” His fingers dig into my hips, and I arch my back biting my lip to keep from making any noise. I don’t wanna make him mad.

“I’m sorry,” I breathe when he doesn’t let up. The pain making me cave.

He smiles. “Show me how sorry you are.” He stands up off of me and unzips his khakis. “Show me the good girl you can be instead of the slut that you look like.”

“Tabatha?”

I snap out of my memory when Dash says my name. I blink a few times before I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly noticing our waiter had brought our food out as well.