Rule (17 page)

“Ayden got a ride home, I guess
your friend in the band remembered her from the Goal Line and offered to take
her.”

“That’s cool, though Jet isn’t
exactly known for being a one girl kinda guy so I hope she isn’t reading
anything into it.”

“Like I said she can take care of
herself and honestly you aren’t really known for that either,” she waved a hand
over the bed, “so I’ll be damned if I’m going to sleep let alone do anything
else in a bed that has had more visitors than DIA without changing the sheets
first.”  Her bottom lip stuck out and she sounded slightly defiant.

“Shaw,” I moved out of the doorway,
making sure to shut it and turn the lock on my way to her.  “No one has been in
that bed since you.  I told you I knew on that Saturday that something was
happening between us that was different.”

She shivered a little as I got
close and I could see raw vulnerability in her eyes.  It was scary to know how
easily I could hurt this girl and how desperately I didn’t want that to happen.

“I don’t know how to do this with
you, Rule.  I drunkenly threw myself at you and was lucky you were willing to
catch me, but sober it’s hard to look at that bed and not see every single
other girl that was there before me, sometimes more than one at a time.”

She tried to make light of it but I
could hear the genuine melancholy coloring her tone.  I put both my hands on
her face and tilted her head back so that we were eye to eye.

“I can’t change the past, Casper,
not any of it.  I can’t make any of those girls disappear or the fact you
walked in on them on Sunday morning time and time again go away, I can’t bring
Remy back or go back in time and not call him for a ride that night.  There are
probably a million and one regrets I have and if they are going to be between
us here or in bed then let’s just stop it now because I’m not going to do combat
over my past when my future is finally starting to be something I want to
invest in.”

She lifted her hands up and grasped
my wrists, at first I thought she was going to pull me away but she didn’t. 
She leaned forward and let her forehead hit the center of my chest.  “Rule if
this goes bad it’s gonna be so, so bad.”  Her voice was just a husky whisper
against my chest.

“True, but if it’s good it’s going
be so very, very good.”  I tunneled my fingers through her hair and she let her
hands fall to my shoulders.  We weren’t a perfect match, she was a lot shorter
than me and I had to admit that I knew logically we made an odd pair physically
but there was just something about her, something about the way she curved into
me, the way she sighed my name like a prayer, the way she smelled like sunshine
and sweetness and everything yummy all wrapped into one bite that made none of
that matter and made her the only girl I could ever remember wanting to hold
onto for more than a fleeting minute of time.

She started to pull my shirt over
my head and I laughed a little when she got mad when it got stuck on my spiky
hair.  She made a face at me and tossed it over her shoulder onto the floor. 
She used a finger to poke the front tip of the spiked up hawk and lifted an
eyebrow.  “You look hot with a mohawk, Rule but I gotta say this hair is more
trouble than it’s worth.”  She trailed her hands over my ribs and stopped to
look at the art work imprinted there.  On one side was a grim reaper that ran
from under my arm pit to the top of my thigh, on the other side was a beautiful
angel and in-between them on my back was a massive gothic cross that went from
shoulder blade to shoulder blade and ended at my tailbone, scrolling from
shoulder to shoulder on an elegant banner was ‘Remy’ in bold script.  I had
more inked skin than not and where I normally didn’t think anything about it,
being naked next to her in all her pale, perfect skinned glory it seemed
slightly overwhelming.  Her hands moved lower and before I had even kissed her
she was messing with my belt buckle.

“Remy would have loved that piece
you know?  He always used to tell me he was so glad when you started getting
tattooed.  He said someone having the same face as him was always too weird,
but then you started looking so different , he was glad it was you because
there was no way he could tolerate sitting still long enough to get anything
done.”

It was true.  Remy was always
moving, always fidgeting and twitching he would have never been able to sit
long enough for a session and every time I had come home with a new piece
something I wanted to show off, he had been the first to see it.  If he had lived
long enough to see me finish my apprenticeship he had promised to let me draw
up something for him, it was one of those million regrets I had mentioned
earlier.  She was making short work of my pants and I had the sudden need to
slow her down so I picked her up like she was a little doll and tossed her onto
the center of my bed.  She bounced with an oaf and ended up sprawled on her
back spread eagle.  I toed off my boots and let my pants fall the rest of the
way off, since I typically just went commando when I crawled up over her I was
naked and she was still fully dressed.  Her eyes got big because I put my hands
under her shirt and dropped down to plant a bunch of kisses along her throat.

“You’re like good whiskey, Shaw. 
You go to a guy’s head quick and smooth.  Last time we blazed through a bunch
of the good stuff, why don’t we slow it down a little this time?”  I let my
fingers brush over the top of her bra and felt her body get tight.  She bent
her legs up so that I was cradled in between and despite our size difference we
fit together just fine.  She let her hands roam all across my back and I felt
the edge of her nails bite into my skin and the press of her heels into the
curve of my ass, it was awesome.

“I was afraid last time that if we
slowed down to think you would stop and I felt like I would die if you
stopped.”

I had my hands under her bra now
and she was making little gasping noises that made me harder than I already was. 
I got her shirt off over her head and sealed her mouth shut with mine.  She
didn’t hesitate to kiss me back and I decided then and there that kissing Shaw
was probably as close to heaven as I was ever going to get.  There was just the
right amount of give and take, just the right amount of tongue and teeth, just
the right amount of breathless pull that made me see stars and want to tear her
pants off and forge ahead like a marauder.  She wasn’t kidding about liking the
jewelry in my mouth.  She rubbed her tongue across the barbell and rubbed her
bottom lip across the hoop in a way that had my eyes drifting closed and almost
made me forget that I was supposed to be showing her that there was lots of
good stuff we had flashed past last time.

“See I don’t think we spent anytime
here.”   I ran my thumb over her nipple and watched as it puckered instantly at
my touch.  “You are so pretty and pink Shaw and I don’t think you even know the
half of it.”  I let my tongue run across the base of her throat and down until
I had one peak in my mouth.  She tasted as sweet as she smelled and the idea
that I was the only one that got to do this to her, that she was mine, just
mine made it all even better.  She muttered my name and arched up as I worked
her over pretty good with my mouth on her breasts.  She was undulating under
me, pulling me closer to her with greedy hands and rubbing against the part of
me that fully agreeing with her that I was moving to slow.  I let go of the
flesh I was torturing with a soft pop and kissed her breast bone.  “See, good
stuff.”

She sighed, “Totally.”  I propped my
weight up on an elbow and traced a path from her throat to her belly button. 
The taunt skin on her belly quivered a little when I traced a pattern around
the small indent.  I liked the way my tattooed skin looked against her much
clearer canvas; I also got a little kick out of the fact that when I flattened
my palm against her belly that my name went from one side to the other claiming
what I was quickly starting to consider my very own.  I let my thumb hook under
the top of her pants and rubbed a pattern that made her wiggle enticingly
against me.

“Rule,” there was a hitch in her
voice.  “What are you waiting for?”

“Nothing.”  I kissed her again and
took my time about it  I wanted her to know that she affected me just as much I
seemed to be affecting her.  Normally when I was with a girl I was all about
instant gratification, there was no build up, no anticipation.  I mean I liked
to think that I had developed some pretty good moves over the years but I was
also a big fan of getting to the finish line in as little time as possible.  I
wasn’t there to create memories.  I was there for a mind numbing orgasm and a
minute of peace, but she was different.  With her I was different and this
thing happen between us was most definitely different.

I got under her super tight pants
and was surprised to find that she hadn’t bothered with anything underneath.  I
pulled my head up and grinned down at her.  “Commando?”

She shrugged and shifted a little
when my fingers brushed over all her soft and warm parts.  “What?  These pants
are practically painted on and no matter how tiny the panties are they show so
no underwear was the only option.”

“I would never peg you for the
type.”  She gasped my name out as made my way in to her damp heat.  Her whole
body bowed up against mine and I caught her across the back to keep her there
and taunt under my ministrations.  The friction between what I was doing and
her tight pants was making her quake in my arms and I knew it was only a matter
of time before she came apart in my hands.  “You’re always so proper and put
together, who knew underneath was such a naughty girl?”  She was slick and
fluttery all the things I wanted a girl to be right before she made a sweet
noise of surprise and flared her eyes open at me.  Her hands clamped down on my
neck and she tugged me down for another mind bending kiss right before I felt
her melt.  I smiled against her mouth and shifted so that I could help her pull
her pants off even though she was moving a lot slower than me.  Once she was as
naked as I was I took a minute to appreciate the view because a naked Shaw was
something to appreciate and a naked, luminously satisfied Shaw was something
master artists would kill to capture on canvas.

She leaned over me to dig a condom
out of the drawer.  I settled on my back and let her crawl over the top of me. 
I stacked my hands behind my head and just watched as she tore the packet open
with her teeth and set about suiting me up.  She was gentle about it and I
think afraid she might hurt me but it was a good thing she took her time with
it because the jewelry down there sometimes made getting protection on tricky. 
Once everything was set and I was hard enough to pound nails she looked at me a
little apprehensively and settled over my lap.

“I don’t think I know how to do it
this way.” 

And wasn’t that just amazing?  I
got to teach this beautiful, amazing, kick ass girl all about sex and all about
the great shit in between.  I moved so that she was where she needed to be and
helped her figure out how to slide down and glide back up.  I gritted my teeth
and let out some swear words because nothing had me prepared for her trying to
find her rhythm.  As she moved up and down, rocked back and forth and pretty
much turned my mind to mush I tried to keep some modicum of control but it was
no avail.  When I felt her start to come apart I flipped her over on her back
and drove into her like I was trying to bury myself inside her to live forever. 
She didn’t seem to mind the manhandling too much, her nails scraped across the
shaved part of my head and her tiny little teeth nipped into my shoulder.  It
only took another breath before I followed her over the edge than laid in an
annihilated heap on top of her.  I felt her hands flow over my shoulders and
her husky voice ask in my ear, “Have
you
always been this awesome?”

Shaw

I was having a hard time
concentrating in my study group which wasn’t a good thing because we were all
expected to carry our own weight.  I was pretty good with anatomy so I wasn’t
too worried about falling behind but I didn’t want anyone else to fall behind
because I couldn’t keep my head in the game.  Trying to find time to work in
Rule with my already busy schedule was proving to be a daunting and frustrating
task.  In the last two weeks I had only managed to squeeze in two lunch dates
when he had time between clients, a Friday night where he came to the bar with
his friends and hung out with me until I got off, and a subsequent Saturday
night that of course lead to Sunday morning but I had to work so Sunday was
just a brief kiss goodbye and then I was on my way out the door.  We talked on
the phone and texted back and forth, but it wasn’t enough for me and now that I
was sleeping with him on a regular basis it wasn’t enough for the me that wanted
nothing more than to roll around in bed with him every chance she got.

I was blushing at a particularly
hot memory when one of the girls had to tap me on the shoulder to get my
attention.  I’m sure my face was bright red so I cleared my throat and fanned
myself down with the notebook I was using to take notes.  “Sorry, what did you
ask?”

She repeated the question and I
stumbled through an answer telling myself I had to stay focused for the
remaining hour of the session.  My phone went off a couple times in my pocket
but like a good college student I ignored it and gritted my teeth through the
rest of the question and answer portion of the meeting.  As soon as time was up
I gathered my things and bolted out of the room we were using for the meeting. 
It was rude but I didn’t even bother to say goodbye to my classmates.  I wanted
to see what was on my phone.  Rule liked to send me dirty text messages when I
least expected it.  They made me get all breathless and silly and I couldn’t
wait to see what these might be, only the name on my phone wasn’t his but
Gabe’s and that made me want to toss the little device onto the ground.  My mom
was still insisting on a family get together, luckily her schedule was so busy
that I had managed to avoid it and Gabe for the last few weeks, but from the
sounds of the messages he had left me that was no longer the case.