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Ties Of Steel : Book One

ABE

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Break

Abe

Spring break in Fort Lauderdale was calling my name. I had been there a handful of times when I was attending college at NYU, earning my Master’s in finance and business. But I hadn’t been back in a few years. I needed a break. I hadn’t had time for a vacation since my job at Steel Inc. as CFO kept me busy, and the owners, my brothers by choice, kept me even busier.

Jase, my best friend and CEO of Steel, was back to being the man I knew he would someday be. He was married with one kid and another on the way. He was still a pain in the ass, but his wife, my cousin, had his ass in check—well as much as anyone could have him in check. The others were attached too. Thank God!

Normally I had a bro in tow, but not this time. I was going to lay my ass in the sand, check out the scenery, get drunk, and bring back whoever I wanted to take out this pent up sexual frustration on.

Drunken, mindless, no-holding-back sex. It had been awhile since I had been able to hook up with someone just because. Just because I liked her ass, or the way she smiled, or the little twitch my dick did when I saw something I wanted to be inside of.

Sex now was planned. Does she work for us? Does she work for someone connected to us? Will she be just about the physical, or will she be a creeper? No more random hook ups with someone I could just bring home, rumple the sheets with, and see where it led. Now I had responsibilities, big responsibilities, and I wasn’t about to fuck them up. I would never live it down if I did. I had to give the damn sexual harassment class to my bros on several occasions. It wasn’t in the job description, but it was necessary to keep the empire from crumbling.

The past year I took to hiring escorts, and I’m not ashamed of it, either. Lines were not blurred; it was a win-win situation. I had a handful of favorites and a rotation. I took care not to call on the same one within a two-week period. I didn’t need it getting around that I was a bit demanding in bed.

The more stress, the more demanding I became. In my job, stress ran through me like a contagious virus ran over a subway train’s handrail. I caught it every time. I admit to being a little uptight. I micro-manage, but am working on relinquishing that control, a little at a time of course. I didn’t want to fail. Who the hell graduates college and lands a position like this? Add the fact that I am bound to the owners, they’re family. Stress, yeah, by the boatload.

So as I stand in the boarding line ready to step into the airplane I am struggling, but as my cousin Carly said when she dropped me off at the airport, “There’s more to life than work Abe. You deserve more.”

This was after she rid me of the laptop and tablet I had packed in my carry on. When I tried to take it back, she warned me further
, “
So help me god, Abe, I’m knocked up and Jase is treating me like I’m a porcelain doll. I’m frustrated as all get out. Don’t push me,”
she growled, then cleared her throat and smiled trying to make light of her outburst. I wasn’t about to argue with her.

Carly had definitely changed since she met my best friend. Gone was the awkward fun loving, go with the flow kind of girl I grew up loving. She was replaced by a woman trying to keep control of herself. A woman who had to try to control the uncontrollable. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought she had grown a set of balls.

I sat in first class, fighting my inner control freak. I was going to have a damn good time starting now. As luck would have it, the sexy brunette flight attendant came up and asked if I wanted a drink.

“Scotch on the rocks. Keep them coming.”

She smiled and winked, “Anything else?”

I didn’t answer right away; I just looked at her, taking a moment to see if I still had any of my old charm left. Her face heated up nicely as I raked my eyes down to her perfect little protruding nipples. I still had it.

She glanced down and blushed.

I leaned over and whispered, “Short flight so that’ll be all.”

She swallowed hard and nodded, “Give me … give me just a moment.”

I watched her hips sashay up towards the beverage cart and I felt a stir in my pants.

When she returned she smiled and set my drink on the fold out table, “Enjoy. If there is anything else please let me know.” She started to turn and stopped, “I have a layover in Ft. Lauderdale. I could show you around a little if you’d like.”

I nodded once, “I’m not looking for anything more than a good time.”

“I’m not offering anything else.”

I nodded again.

“I’ll meet you outside gate twelve. I have a room at the Hilton airport hotel.”

“Perfect.”

She walked away. I was tempted to stop her and ask what her name was, but I decided it really didn’t matter.

***

I stood outside gate twelve waiting for flight attendant, Delta. No, it wasn’t her name, but for all intents and purposes, it worked. I had packed light, so I didn’t have to wait for luggage. If I forgot anything, I could just buy it. It wasn’t like college days when we had to scrape pennies, so I wasn’t going to. “Fuck it” was my motto for the next week. Fuck the responsibilities, fuck the planning, and fuck anyone I wanted without concern for what tomorrow would bring.

I wasn’t always like this, but things had changed. I was no longer delusional about needing to do the right thing by the woman I was about to be inside of. If they were game, so was I. I could decipher between those looking for a man and those looking for a body. I was gonna be that body, regardless of the inner conflict it sometimes caused me.

When she walked out, she was in a pink tank dress that hit well above her knees. Knees that I was hoping would wear the imprint of her hotel room rug very soon. She didn’t try to make small talk, which I was grateful for. I no longer had time for bullshit and pleasantries. Fucking was fucking.

I took her bag and her free hand, like a gentleman, and we walked out into the humid spring Florida air.

I hailed a cab, held the door open as she got in, and then slid in beside her. She gave the address to the cab driver, and I immediately rested my hand on her bare, sun-kissed knee. I tested the water by running my hand slowly up to the hem of her dress and looked at her. She relaxed against the seat and I pulled her knee closer to mine opening her legs slightly.

I ran my fingers up her inner thigh and she took a short intake of breath. I continued my slow journey. Her eyes opened as I ran my finger across the silk fabric between her legs. She looked at the cab driver and then back at me. She was a bit nervous. I held my free hand up to my lips and whispered, “Shh.”

I wasn’t worried that he might see what was going on. There was no way in hell he could, and I really liked the idea of taking this woman out of her comfort zone. She was confident, which is a turn on, but I wanted to be on top, most of the time anyway.

I pulled her leg so it rested over mine and her eyes grew bigger. I sat back and relaxed as I slowly ran my finger up and down the soft, damp, silky material between her legs. She made little moans that encouraged me to continue slowly teasing her, working her up so that as soon as we entered the hotel room I could have her on her knees.

***

She opened the door to her room and turned to me.

“I’d like a shower. Care to join me?”

“I’d like a blow job, care to give me one?”

She smiled, and when I didn’t return a smile, she swallowed hard. Just like she would be doing in about ten minutes.

She looked down and nodded, “You want to sit on the bed?”

I kept eye contact and said nothing as I removed my shoes and started to unbutton my shirt. She was only a beat behind me throwing clothes off all over the place. I really didn’t like the mess. I laid my shirt neatly over the chair, then my pants and boxers were next.

She looked down at me, “That’ll be fun to work with.”

“Then let’s not waste any time.”

I lay on the bed and patted the spot next to me. She climbed up and immediately took my cock in her hands.

“You’re not hard yet, honey.” She gripped me a bit tighter than I was comfortable with and started stroking me too damn fast.

I held my hand over hers and slowed her down.

“This how you like it, honey?”

Damn, damn, damn, she was fine and all, but I really just wish she’d shut up with the
honey
already.

“Music?”

“Of course. What’s your fancy, honey?”

“Whatever. Anything is fine.”
Just please hurry it up already
.

She got up and turned on the radio.
Take You Down
by Chris Brown was playing. Maybe she’d get the hint.

She climbed on the bed and leaned in like she was gonna kiss me. I don’t kiss. As odd as that sounds, it’s too damn personal. We weren’t on a date or falling in love here. She was gonna suck me off, shower, and then I was gonna nail her. This was a mutual exchange, a give and receive.

I held her cheek in my hand and rubbed my thumb across her lip, slowing her down a bit. Hoping she’d get the point, I pushed my thumb gently into her mouth. Now I was doing this for another reason too. If her beginning hand job was an indication of what she’d be doing with her mouth, I was a little bit concerned.

She was a licker. She lapped at my thumb like a dog does water. This may not be my preferred method, but it could work. Her mouth on my cock was all I needed right now.

I hooked my thumb in her mouth and slowly dragged her down towards my dick.

“You need this huh, honey?”

“Yeah.”

She bent down and started lapping at me. I pulled her ass over towards me and started stroking her soaked seam. I spread her, and she opened her mouth and sucked my tip
. Okay I get it
. I pushed a finger in her, and she moaned with her mouth full of cock. The vibration felt damn good. I pushed in more, and curled my finger up and pressed the magic button.

“Oh, honey,” she moaned with her mouth still full of my dick.

I thrust my hips up at the same time as I rubbed my thumb over her clit. She was lapping, sucking, and grinding into my hand. Two minutes later she came.

I wasn’t sure if she liked it, or if she was pissed. She turned into an animal growling and bobbing up and down so fast I was a little concerned with my well-being.

“You like it in your ass girl?”

She stopped, just like I expected, and looked up at me.

“If that’s what you want honey. Just. Be. Nice.”

“How about we try it after your shower?”

“Mmm perfect,” She said between licks. “Honey, does it always take you this long?”

“You can stop. Go shower. Relax and enjoy.”

“Sure thing, honey. Can I get you a drink? A snack?” She waved her hands in flight attendant fashion, and I shook my head ‘no.’

As soon as I heard the shower start, I jumped up and got dressed. I leaned into the bathroom.

“Something came up. I won’t be able to stick around.”

She leaned out of the shower and looked at me curiously. “Surely I should return the favor, honey.”

“Damn it. I wish you could, but as I said, something came up. Maybe I’ll see you around next trip.”

“I’ll look forward to it.”

With that, I grabbed my bag and was out the door, dick intact.
Fuck!
This was not a good start to my relaxing vacation.

Thank god the cab was waiting. “2272 North Atlantic BLVD, please.”

***

I walked into the rental house and was pleasantly surprised. The view of the ocean was amazing from the first of two master suites, and I’m sure the other two rooms were just as magnificent. I threw my bag on the bed and flopped down beside it. I stared at the ceiling and laughed to myself.

How the hell are you gonna learn to relax, O’Donnell?

I sat up, pulled my shirt over my head, stood and shed my pants. I reached in my bag, grabbed a pair of board shorts, and threw them on. The realtor said there would be boards in the garage and I was dying to get out there and ride some waves.

I walked out into the kitchen, and as promised, it had stainless appliances with granite counter tops. I couldn’t wait to cook. I worked so much lately, that opening a take-out container was the extent of my culinary creativity. I grabbed a flyer from the counter and decided to order groceries and have them delivered. I was gonna surf, drink, cook, and fuck all week long. Out with the new Abe and in with the old Abe.

***

I sat in the ocean off the private beach watching the sunset. I missed this so damn much. Years ago, I won the Manasquan Big Sea Day Surf Contest three years in a row. It was basically a fundraiser for a group of local high schools surf teams; it was pretty damn cool. Hometown hero shit is what I miss when I’m CFO of a billion dollar business. A year in, and Steel is running like a top, but walking away scared the shit out of me.