Tryst (12 page)

“Who pissed in your lemonade?” he remarks, while leaning back in his chair, amused with my outburst.

“Nobody pissed in shit,” I huff, before explaining Bentley’s rejection.

After several minutes of heinous laughter Dante clues me in, “She didn’t blow you off, dumbass. She’s picking my cousin Lith up from the airport in an hour, and then they’re heading out for the night. She comes for a few weeks between every college break so she doesn’t have to go home to her parents. My aunt and uncle are a bunch of hippies that believe in free love for everyone. Lith spent most of her time growing up hiding at my parents’. So when Bentley and I moved out here she stopped going home at all, and just comes and hangs out here.”

“What the hell kind of name is Lith? And what do you mean free love? Your cousin isn’t going to like try and talk Bentley into an orgy or anything is she? Because, I’ve got a thing or two to say about that shit,” I retort.

I cringe at the sound of a grown man giggling, but I’m getting used to it as Dante responds. “Lith is short for Lilith, but if you want to keep your balls in tact I suggest you keep with Lith. Her parents were part of some weirdo cult that worshipped demons when she was born, hence the name, and uh no, I don’t think you need to worry about orgies. Lith has been with her man for about four years now. His family lives out of the country, and Lith refuses to leave the good old U. S. of A., so she comes here while he visits with his family.”

After pulling out of the gym, I decide to go pick up some groceries and run a few errands around town. I am trying to keep my mind off what Bentley will be doing with Lith tonight, when my phone buzzes and flashes a new message.

Hey Man, flight number is 186. I’ll be in sometime Saturday around 9:45, gate C. Don’t forget this time, shithead, lol C.

Fuck me. I completely forgot Cage was flying in. Well there goes any plans of hooking back up with Bentley. That fucker is the biggest cock blocker I’ve ever met, not to mention the biggest man whore. No way am I letting him anywhere near her.

Pulling into the drive, I see Bentley’s car is still parked out front, so she hasn’t left for the airport yet. After getting all the groceries put away I make my way into the living room to try and catch the game before I need to shower and get dressed.  Since I’ve got nothing better to do tonight Dante offered to show me a bit more of the town and what’s what.

Chapter 12

Bentley

Traffic was a bitch and I’m now running late. When I pull up to the terminal pick-up, Lith is already outside and waiting. No matter how many times I see her, the girl never looks the same. This time she’s got her hair cut in a layered bob, a mix of red and blonde streaked throughout.  Getting out of the car I rush over and throw my arms around her, both of us squealing a bit as we hug. It’s been about five months since her last visit, and I am in desperate need of her advice and never ending chatter.

After throwing her bag in the back seat, she hops in and we’re gone. We make small talk as we drive the highway the hour back, debating on dinner choices and listening to her go on and on about how fed up she is with her man. Lith finally settles on the idea of us just grabbing a quick bite on the way rather than sitting down and waiting.  Stopping to grab a couple of sandwiches from her favorite deli, we finish the ride while eating and making small talk. Although, I now know way more about her sex life than I could ever care to, but it’s nice to have the company.

It’s finally Friday night and I’m ready for a much needed break from everything. I’ve avoided Tristan the past three days and have yet to even try to explain him to Lith.  I’m not sure what to make of him at this point, so I just keep it to myself.

As I put on the finishing touches of my outfit, Lith strides in talking about her latest fight with Mr. Personality. I swear, why she dates him is beyond me. The guy is a complete stiff. He hates that she always has to stand out, and doesn’t approve of any of her life choices. All they do is fight, but apparently he’s good in the sack so she keeps him around.

When I’m finally satisfied with how I look, I turn around to face her. She’s added five inch stilettos to her already 5’9” frame, making her tower over me like a giant, and she’s dressed to kill. Her makeup is done up similar to mine, but more a work of art. Every stroke is done to perfection.

After locking up I make my way to the car but trip on a crack and drop my keys. Bending over in this little skirt isn’t really my idea of fun so I make it quick, snatching them up and fumbling with the lock. Lith gives me a funny look as I get inside and start the car. I shrug and let out a small laugh at myself before pulling out of the driveway.

Pulling into The Vibe’s parking lot we both do a quick touch up before grabbing our I.D.’s and heading for the line of people waiting to enter. Wrapping my little black wristlet around my wrist I tuck my I.D. and cash away once the bouncer has given us the okay to pass through. The music instantly hits my ears with a pounding thud. There are strobe lights blinking around the large dance floor, along with track lights flashing back and forth in an array of colors. Bodies are swinging and grinding everywhere, moving furiously to the beat.

Grabbing onto Lith I pull her to an empty spot just to the middle right of the first floor. The club has four floors, each playing a different kind of music. Top floor is rap and hip hop, third is techno and dub step, second is 80’s and 90’s and the bottom is a mix of pop and country that borderlines it. Lith and I usually bounce between the first and the second.

Between her micro mini skirt and barely there top, she instantly draws the attention of several men as we start to move along the floor. It doesn’t take long before the music steals me away and I’m lost in a sea of lyrics and beats. I laugh as she shoots down another man’s advance and am thankful I don’t garner the attention she does.

Shortly after 11 p.m., the DJ announces karaoke hour. This is always the best part of our night. Usually Lith gets up there and belts a song out, but this time it was my turn to get suckered into it. After giving the DJ my selection, I saunter up to the mic. Halestorm’s “Love Bites” starts playing. When the words come across the screen I start singing as if I’m all alone drowning in a sea of lyrics. I sing the words like they are a part of me, like they are speaking a story I have yet to put into words.

Tristan

I finally let my curiosity get the best of me and begged Dante to tell me where the hell Bentley is going tonight. What the fuck is this standing date she has with Lith, and should I be concerned? Dante laughs at me, but eventually I wear him down.

“She’ll kill me for it, but be at my place around 10 p.m. and I’ll take you, on one condition. SHE DOES NOT CATCH YOU THERE.” He enunciates each word as he finishes the sentence.  “Since your ass came to town I’ve become one of her least favorite people. I don’t need to catch any more hell for you.”

I’m walking around the house Friday night, killing time sending texts and catching up to friends on Facebook. When I cross the living room window, I see Bentley walking to her car and I’m awestruck. My quiet, demure, little hell spawn is now a walking wet dream in fuck me boots. Her hair is down and framing her face in loose curls. Her eyes look like they are outlined in charcoal, and her lips look like she coated them in cherry pie filling.

She has on a slinky pink halter top that cuts low in the front. I can see a slight outline of black lace where her bra is pushing her breasts up, and showing an unnecessary amount of cleavage. She’s wearing a tight black skirt that’s settled somewhere between her hips and thighs, and if she sits every man within ten meters will have a detailed image of her panties. I slowly admire every inch of perfection as she fumbles with her car keys, dropping them and bending slightly to pick them up. Hot Pink, and if I had to guess, I’d say lace, as I groan at the quick flash of her ass.

It isn’t until she stands back upright that I get the full effect she’s displaying. Fucking sex on a stick, those boots must add a good four inches to her height, still making her around eight inches shorter than me. They are black leather, and laced to just under her knee.  After she gets in her car and pulls away it hits me, she’s fucking going out in that getup! The thought hits my stomach like an anvil and I waste no time in getting showered and dressed.

After what seems like forever waiting in line, we finally enter the club and make our way across the floor. People are flooded everywhere as the DJ announces a karaoke hour. A few songs later, I see Bentley making her way up to the slightly lifted stage. She leans in close to the DJ and says something before walking over to the mic. As the music starts to play I watch a small gathering of men inch a bit closer to where she’s standing.

I try to curb my irrational rage, as I want to go rip her off that podium and drag her the fuck out of here. Does she have any idea how sexy she is right now? No of course not, the woman is completely oblivious. I make my way closer to the stage as she starts to sing. Her voice, a mix of erotic and teasing, has me begging for her to play out her words on my body as she sings the lyrics. “So come and taste the reason I’m nothing like the rest, I’ll kiss you in a way you’ll never forget about me…”

She has several men around her catcalling and hollering as she sings, some shouting of sexual deviance while others make gestures. I want to go over there and rip their fucking heads off, but before I can move Dante has my arm in a vice grip pulling me back further.

“I told you don’t let her fucking see you. I’m not catching a shit storm because you can’t keep your dick in check. Before you decide to go all Rambo, chill the fuck out and watch,” he says, as I turn back in Bentley’s direction.

The song ends and I watch as she walks right past everyone and back to a tall girl with blonde and red hair. A few guys are hitting on them, but Bentley brushes them off while, who I assume is Lith, plays up the attention.  The normal music is playing again by the time Lith pulls away from her admirers, dragging Bentley onto the dance floor.

I watch as her sweet little ass bounces each time she rolls her hips, moving her hands across her body much the same as I did the night before. I’m mesmerized by the movements of her body, biting my lip as her hands roam across the sides of her breast to her hips and dipping between her thighs as she dips low to the ground and moves back up. I almost make it through the night just watching her move until some fuckwad doesn’t take the hint and starts getting handsy with my girl.

My feet start moving of their own accord, and before I know it my fist is slamming into the mother fucker’s jaw. I get in a few more good hits before being pulled off of him and lead out of the club. A very pissed off Bentley and Lith follow with Dante dragging behind. I turn to face Bentley, expecting her to be grateful at the very least, but in true Bentley fashion she lets me know just what she thought of the spectacle I’d just created.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? And you,” she said, looking at Dante, “what the hell, Dante? Why are you here? Does it look like I need a goddamn babysitter? I can’t even go out for a night without being followed like I’m some child incapable of taking care of herself now? I mean what the fuck, Dante?” Looking back to me she continues ranting, “Why the fuck are you here? Are you spying on me? Did I miss a memo or something? Fucking really… you sleep with a guy once and suddenly he thinks he gets to dictate the rest of your life? Well let me tell you something, asshole, you don’t. I don’t know what the hell that little stunt was back there,” she says, nodding her head back at the club, “but that shit doesn’t fly with me, Asshat. I told you I was going out, and at no point did I invite you, which was a clear indication you weren’t fucking invited,” she yells, before storming off to her car.

I grab ahold of her arm, spin her to face me, and move her up against her car. Lith grabbed a ride with Dante, leaving me with Bentley whether she liked it or not.

“Give me your keys, Bentley,” I demand.

“Why? I only had one drink, and I’m more than capable of driving my own car,” she retorted.

Leaning into her I brush my lips across her ear, “You can either give me the keys to your car so I can take you back to your place, or you can keep your keys and I’ll fuck you right here in your backseat. Your choice, baby doll, but I’ll be damned if the last person to touch you tonight is some fucking drunk who couldn’t tell his dick from a doorknob.”

She hands me her keys with a huff before getting in the passenger side. When she leans to the side to buckle her seatbelt I use the opportunity to my advantage. Cupping her chin in my hand I hold it in place as I crash my lips against hers pushing my tongue past her lips. I waited for her to pull back. I almost get away with it before she gives my lip a hard nip and pulls back.  She glares at me before speaking.

“You’re an asshole. You know that, Tristan? I’m not some fucking doll for you to play with.  You don’t own me. If I want to go the fuck out without your ass knowing where the hell I am, I have that right. Stop acting all fucking possessive, because last time I checked, I’m not yours,” she hisses, before turning to face the windshield.

Letting out a frustrated groan, I start the car and head towards my place. This woman is going to be the death of me. I fucking swear, if I have to knock every one of her fucking walls down brick by brick I will, until it sticks in that sexy as sin head of hers, she’s not getting rid of me. She can fight me all she wants, but I will fucking win. If I have to put her on her sassy ass and fuck her until the only thing she can remember is my damn name, I will get through to her.

She’s staring out the side window when I look over at her. I grip my fists on the steering wheel, trying not to stare at the pale skin of her thighs as the skirt she’s wearing inches even higher, barely covering the pink lace of her panties. My pants are a whole lot fucking tighter, and as I move to adjust myself in the seat, I miss the turn off.  She turns to catch me adjusting my crotch, and decides now would be a good time to talk.

“You owe me some answers. And don’t even start with that great family shit. No one’s life is all sunshine and fucking roses. I get you don’t want to talk about your upbringing, but you are going to tell me something. I don’t give a rat’s ass what it is so long as you’re not lying to me.”

“Fine, Princess, you want some answers, where do you want me to start?” I ask, trying not to sound as condescending as it comes out.

“How about starting with the tattoos, or your military time? I’d settle for anything really, so long as it’s something you have yet to mention.”

The fact that she seems to sincerely want to know about my life makes me more edgy than if she was just telling me to go fuck myself. I don’t like to talk about my life, and I sure as fuck am not talking about my childhood. No good can come of that, and since hers is a million times worse, anything I say will just make me sound like a whiny douche-nozzle.

I grin at the knowledge my tattoos are of interest to her, but I honestly don’t have a great explanation for the one she seems to admire. “Tattoos huh, I guess I can get into that,” I say, while pinpointing the location of each under my shirt. “Let me see, my first one was the one below my collarbone, though I have no idea what it means. I know it’s some Latin proverb but that’s about it.”

I look over as she laughs at the declaration. “Audentis Fortuna Luvat, it’s kind of fitting for you. It means fortune favors the brave,” she replied, while looking down at her feet.

“Huh, well I guess it’s nice to know it doesn’t say something like I’m a pig fucker or anything,” I joke before continuing. “My buddy Cage talked me into it shortly after we both enlisted. You’ll meet him soon since he’s coming to stay with me for a while. We were getting ready to ship out and he thought it would look manlier if we had some ink. After that, I was addicted. My next one was the dragon on my upper arm.  It’s in memory of a buddy I lost overseas. He took an insurgent’s bullet to the upper thigh. We thought he was okay enough to get to safety, instead of attempting any battlefield bandaging. The bullet nicked his femoral artery, though, and he bled out before we could reach safety. We use to call him dragon because he had a huge tattoo of a coat of arms with a dragon across his back.”