Pinned Up (Pinned Up Trilogy) (36 page)

I shut the shower curtain. “I can’t believe you’re about to take a shit while I’m in the shower! This is a hostage situation!” Just as I’m speaking, I hear a fairly loud plop and smell a foul scent. “Courtesy flush, motherfucker! Courtesy flush!” I yell completely grossed out then start to gag.

“Calm. Down. Taking a dump is natural. No need for you to get into hysterics.” Kade laughs. Just then, I hear him fart. “Daaaaamn, Cheesecake! Did you hear that asshole talk shit behind my back?” Now, he’s dying of laughter.

“You’re not funny! Open the window! You’d better spray or light a candle! Now, get out! I swear…you will pay for this, Kade Daly! You’re gross! You completely crossed the line this time!” I yell.

I hear the toilet flush. “Okay, okay. I’m done. Geesh! I’ll have you know I’ve been kicked out of fancier places than this.” Kade states completely unashamed as he washes his hands.

“You’re so full of shit! You need to kick rocks like right now!” My voice screeches the more irritated I become.

“Full of shit? Not anymore…I feel ten pounds lighter!” He chuckles as he leaves me in the bathroom with the stench of his crap combined with the scent of apple cinnamon.
Ewww…

After three hours of watching
SOA
, I decide to check on Celeste, not only because my man requested it, but because I want to. Before I leave, I gather some essentials to take her.

I arrive at the hospital and briefly pray that Celeste is continuing to do well. Once I reach the floor in which she has been residing in for the past two weeks, I notice two men in suits leaving Celeste’s room. I speed up my pace to see who these strangers are, but they manage to enter the elevator located on the opposite end of the building before I get a chance to see their faces. I quickly barge into Celeste’s sterile and private room. “Celeste! Who were those two men? What did they want?” I ask forgetting my manners.

“Well, hello to you too, dear.” Celeste pushes a button on the rail of her bed to sit upright. She’s a stunning woman. She’s in her mid-fifties, but doesn’t appear to be. Her short auburn hair, emerald eyes, and delicate features compliment her ivory complexion beautifully. She smiles at me weakly. Celeste may be recuperating, but she’s still in a fragile state after suffering from medical issues and then being shot by Mateo Blanco. “They’re just federal agents who are still questioning me about that dreadful day. I wonder when the questioning will stop. All these different agents keep asking me the same questions.” She sighs.

I walk over to her and gently give her a hug. “Okay. I was caught off guard when I saw those two strange men leaving your room.”

“There’s nothing to worry about.” She reassures me and tries to calm my paranoia by holding my hand for comfort. “Now, tell me. How do you feel?” She asks with a warm smile on her face.

“I’m fine, but I should be asking you that. How do you feel? Any improvement? Your face has a beautiful glow to it. Do you care to tell me why?” I hint at wanting to know more about her male friend, Michael.

Celeste lightly giggles. “I’m happy. I feel relieved we can all finally live in peace. But most important, I’m so glad you and my son are back together.” Now pure joy is radiating off her.

“Dang…that man doesn’t waste any time!” I tease.

Celeste stares at me lovingly. “He adores you. He couldn’t contain his excitement. He called me on his way to the airport. Now, you two can be happy and build a life together. And I can finally be a grandmother.” She quickly adds nonchalantly.

“Wait. What? Celeste, no! We just got back together and neither of us has discussed a family. We’ve only been dating for a short while. Marriage is not something either one of us wants. It’s too soon.” I say rapidly in a panic.

“I’m sorry, dear. I didn’t mean to startle you with my comment. I promised him I wouldn’t mention it, but since I had my fingers crossed when I made the promise, I didn’t think there would be any harm in bringing it up.” She slightly chuckles. “But for the record, sweetie…I never mentioned marriage. That thought came on your own.” She smiles with a look of triumph on her face. “Would you like to know which baby names I have picked out for my grandchildren? Just for fun?” She asks slyly.

“Celeste! Bite your tongue! Absolutely not!” I laugh. “You’re freaking me out.”

“Don’t worry, dear.” Celeste lightly taps my knee. “You’ll get used to it.” She winks at me.

I can’t help, but be amused. “Anyway…” I drag out the word. “I brought you some reading material.” I hand her three paperbacks. “I hope you enjoy them.” I laugh loudly, eager to see what she thinks of my smut books.

After spending two hours in the hospital and catching up with Celeste and her friend, Michael who joined us shortly after my arrival, I return home to rest.

“Hey, Cheesecake.” Kade says sleepily as he’s lying on the couch. “Don’t wake me if I fall asleep.” Then turns around and covers his body and head with my
Twilight
fleece throw.

I change into some comfy clothes and eat the meal Kade prepared for us. I watch
The Real Husbands of Hollywood
quietly and do my best not to wake Kade up since I’m constantly having to cover my mouth and hold in my laugh. Once I’m finish up, my phone rings. I get excited when I read
MY TREE HUGGER
on the screen.

“Babe!” I shriek. “I’ve missed you so much.” I blurt out.

“I’ve missed you too, baby.” Josh says with a deep voice. “God, how I wish I was by your side right now.”

I smile and get up, but first grab two cucumber slices from the salad I picked at and head to my room.

“Good. I’m glad you miss me. Hopefully, you won’t leave me again.” I pout and turn on the radio. The song, “Arms” by Christina Perri begins to play. I adjust the volume to a low setting and then I throw myself on the bed. Ouch! I shouldn’t have done that. The gunshot wound by my shoulder and upper arm is still healing. I disregard the pain, close my eyes, and place the cucumber slices on top of my eyelids.

“I won’t leave you again, baby.” He promises. Now that I’m completely relaxed, I’m savoring the sound of his delicious, sexy voice.

“I went to the hospital to visit your mom. We had an interesting conversation.” I laugh remembering that she already has the names of my nonexistent kids picked out.

“I know. I already spoke with her. But, what’s so funny, pretty lady? Never mind, don’t answer that. Why don’t we talk more about you? For starters, why don’t you tell me what you’re wearing?” The tone in his voice becomes huskier.

I laugh as I visualize what I’m wearing. “A black, satin nightie with lace barely covering my breasts.” I state as I notice my breathing begins to slightly increase. “I’m also wearing a matching G-string; I wish you were here to rip it off with your teeth.” I add as I picture his handsome face between my inner thighs.

“You’re not lying to me, right baby? I don’t like being lied to. If I were next to you, what else would you like me to do to you?” He asks as he’s breathing down the phone.

“I’d like you to be on top of me, savoring every inch of my body with your tongue as you work your way from my lips down to my warm cookie.” I state as I begin to massage my heavy breasts and feel the longing of his fat dick inside me.

Josh moans. “Mmmm, baby. If I were there, I would bury my face in between your legs and devour your cookie at a slow pace. Making you beg for every single bite, suck, and lick. Do you want to get wet, baby?” He asks as a way of teasing me.

“Yes.” I whimper.

“That’s my good girl.” He continues. “If I were next to you, I would relish in your sweet scent and warm, scrumptious filling. I would work my tongue slow and deep, then fast and aggressive…always giving you the unexpected, making you crave every stroke of my tongue. When your inner thighs tighten around my head, I would insert a finger and stroke your sensitive, tight pussy and gently lick you until I drive you insane. Once you beg me for more, I would bury another finger deep inside you and stretch you out to prepare you for my fat cock that so eagerly wants to fuck you, over and over again until your voice is raspy from yelling out my name. With your perfectly tight bottom lips surrounding my dick, I would go in hard and deep, making you feel the love I have for you.”

I begin to pinch and twist one bare nipple. The longing between my legs becomes unbearable. “Babe, I’m gonna put you on speaker.” I breathe out heavily.

Immediately, I lower my hand to move my panties to the side and begin massaging my entrance.

“Are you touching yourself, baby?” He asks slowly as he swallows hard.

“Yessss. I miss you. I want you. I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to bury your face between my thighs and lick me clean. I want you to only come up for air to give my tits the attention they crave. I want you to use that expert tongue of yours all over my body. I want you to show me that I’m the only woman you want.” I say as I’m now more aggressively rubbing my clit and penetrating myself with two fingers.

“Fuck, baby! I want your tight pussy wrapped around my dick. I wanna fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my name and begging for more. I wanna grab your perfect, huge tits with my mouth and suck on them while you melt beneath me. I want—” I interrupt Josh.

I’m stroking my inside anxiously as I excitedly massage my breasts with my other hand. I’m craving his touch, his body, his scent, the taste of him. “Babe, I’m gonna cum.” I struggle to say.

“Cum, baby. Imagine me inside you, holding you, caressing you, fucking you hard. Think of your legs over my shoulders as I’m buried deep inside you. I want you. If I could be there by your side, I would be licking every drop of your savory juice.” He moans out.

And with the visual he has painted for me, my body tightens and a blissful explosion releases from my body. The sensation feels exquisite. I’m afraid to move in fear the tingling throughout my body will disappear. It just feels so, so good.

I hear Josh lightly chuckle. “Awww baby, the things you do to me! I’m in my car parked outside of the restaurant with my dick as hard as a rock. How am I supposed to go back inside and finish with the meeting?”

“What? You’re not in your hotel room? Why didn’t you tell me? This conversation could’ve waited til then.” I laugh.

“I called to say hi, but once I heard your sultry voice…it was a rap. I couldn’t just say hi and bye…I wanted more. I can’t get enough of you. You should know that by now. So tell me, what should I do to stop my dick from being at a full salute stance?” He asks trying his best to sound serious.

“Hang up. I’m going to text you something. Once you receive it, call me right back.” I deviously grin.

“Okay.” Josh agrees.

I send him a short ten second video that is both disturbing and comical all at once. I wait for his call. Within a minute, my phone rings. It’s Josh. “Baby! What the fuck? What did you send me? My eyes! My poor fuckin’ eyes! I’ll never be able to erase that image from my mind! I can’t believe you! Baby, you’re a pervert. It makes me wonder what kind of crap you’re into! And the worst part? I saw the whole fuckin’ thing! Fuuuuuuck!”

I’m in hysterics. I take deep breaths and exhale. In the video, a person answers the door resembling a she-male. She…ummm…he has long hair, makeup, and only a bra to cover up her huge breasts…BUT the lower naked part shows an extremely long, floppy dick that dangles as he dances and sings a raunchy hook. I have tears in my eyes. I’m laughing so hard, I snort out loud without shame. “Babe. Wait. I can’t.” Speaking is a challenge since I can’t stop cackling. I would’ve given anything to see Josh’s expression when he saw the video, I’m sure it will be engraved in his memory for years to come.

“Lucy…you has son esplaining to do.” Josh says.

Oh. My. God! His impression of Desi Arnaz from that old show,
I Love Lucy
is dead on…including the accent. Now, I really can’t stop giggling.

“Baby, I gotta go. The meeting is about to start. Erase that nasty shit from your phone.” He laughs. “Awww…my little pervert. I love you so much! I’ll call you later tonight.”

“Bye, babe.” I manage to blurt out as I’m still chuckling. Then I hang up and immediately get out of bed to wash my hands.

I run into Kade at full speed as soon as I open my door.

“I knew you weren’t wearing a fuckin’ nightie! Oooh, girl, you’re the one who’s full of shit! I can’t believe you tried seducing your man while wearing a spaghetti stained t-shirt and old raggedy sweats that you’ve had since high school. You should be ashamed of yourself for full blown lying! Sexy nightie…my ass! High five for showing him the video I sent you last week though. His reaction was funny as shit!” He raises his hand for me to slap it. I happily do (with my clean hand) since my little prank wouldn’t have been possible without my bestie. “And to think, I was running behind you to tell you off for waking me up. Then I hear all the nasty crap you two kids were saying and I ended up getting one hell of a show. Cheesecake, you’re a freak!”

“Move out of my way before I make you smell my fingers.” I jokingly threaten as I laugh my ass off.

“Ewww! Real mature, Valentina…real fuckin’ mature. Now, I’m completely grossed out!” Kade states with pure disgust.

Good! That’s what he gets!

Sunday morning, Kade and I leave the house at 3 a.m. for the photo shoot of a vintage style magazine. One of the scenes has the sun rising in the background so timing is imperative for the success of the shots. Next month, I’ll be the magazine’s featured pin-up model. My excitement was so grand, it led me to temporarily dye my hair a combination of hot pink and burgundy to spice things up for the shoot. Although it’s not the dark, brown color I’m so used to, I’ll admit the vibrant shade looks great against my fair complexion.

We arrive at Ocean Beach in the Sutro Historic District. It’s dark and dreary, the only light available is from the few street lights. The moon and stars aren’t visible due to the thick fog. The only sound is from waves crashing, usually I find it calming, but this morning the atmosphere feels eerie. We drive until we spot a few cars and an RV. I park next to the RV I’ll be using to change my wardrobe, have my hair styled, and get my makeup done.