Zandor (8 page)
“Well I will have grits, steak, eggs, and home fries. The Mrs. will have pancakes, fresh fruit, and home fries.”
He handed her the menus and leaned forward. “That alright with you, my sexy little kitten.”
The waitress walked away without a wink this time.
“You just broke her heart, you know.”
“She’ll get over it.”
“I’m not eating all that.” I raised my eyebrow.
“You’re celebrating Thanksgiving right.”
“Sure.” I rolled my eyes.
“Fuck the diet
, Bekah.”
I looked up at him and he winked
. “Fuck it all. I’ve just decided you don’t give a shit what anyone says about you.”
“You’ve decided
, have you?”
“I have
, so it’s real, because what I say goes understand?”
“Hmm. So which appliance did you fornicate with?”
He grinned. “Ms. Hoover of course.”
“And you
think it’s funny?”
“Hell yeah
, I was like ten. Don’t sit in judgment what was its name…Edward?”
I looked up in the air and nodded.
“That’s not a good name, I think he should be Zandor.”
“Why’s that?”
“Good name. Strong, sexy, guaranteed to please you.”
“You’re full of yourself.”
“You should try it. Hey, I’ve never had a female friend before, and this is kind of cool. So I was thinking, you should name…” the waitress set down the food and he thanked her with a wink. “Your vibrator should be Zandor, and I can name my masturbatory hand after you.”
I looked up at the waitress and she gasped and walked away.
“You’re a jackass.”
“Why?” he cut up his steak and took a huge bite, chewed and swallowed. “She wants to fuck me
, Bekah, now she knows she can’t. That’s why you’re the Mrs. and I masturbate with a hand named after you.”
“Do you think every woman wants you?”
He looked at me confused as he chewed yet another monster bite of steak. “Until one proves me otherwise, yeah I do. Only one chick…well now two, have ever said no.” He smiled and grabbed a forkful of home fries. “Open.”
I did and it was good.
He smiled as if he was proud of himself.
He started to cut up the pancakes
. “I can do it.”
“If you don’t eat, I’m gonna force feed you.”
I looked up into his warm, enticing, sandy-brown beaches, and I felt okay. And for a few moments I allowed myself to bask in them, shamelessly and without reservation.
~
We’re in the SUV getting ready to get back on the interstate when he asks me to pick out some music.
“Is there a plug in for my phone?” I looked around.
“I have no idea, just got her.Look in the glove box for a manual.”
“Yeah, how did that happen?”
“She was delivered a few days ago. I put my Baby up for the winter.”
“Okay
, so it just shows up?”
“It should, damn thing cost enough.”
“You make that kind of money at the shop?”
“Nah, I have another job
, too.”
“Oh
, when do you have time for it, you’re always at the shop.”
“Vacation time.”
“And you choose to spend it working?”
“It’s not work to me. I love that place.”
“Piercing make it more enjoyable?”
“
It’s art, I think we’ve talked about this before. Self-growth, self-expression, self…”
“Self-serve bar
.” I laughed.
“What do you mean?” he smirked and pulled his sunglasses off the dash.
“They come in asking for you, Zandor.”
“Oh, the women?”
“Yeah the women!”
“Well the job does have some benefits.”
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Shoot.”
“Why married women?”
He let out a breath and slouched, “If I tell you, you can’t
laugh.”
“I won’t,” I really hoped I wouldn’t.
“We moved around a lot when I was younger. No attachments or relationships were formed. When we moved to the shore, things were a bit crazy. A couple people I knew had some real shit things happen to them in the relationship department so I avoided it at all costs. However, I really liked to fuck. I didn’t wanna bang the girls I saw every day. Didn’t want the drama. I played baseball, traveled to other schools. Sniffed around them a lot. Met some cool friends, so I scratched in other neighborhoods.”
“Like married women?”
“No, Bekah, girls my age or a little older. I didn’t start fucking around with married women until I was about eighteen.”
“That’s young.”
“Yep,” he smirked.
“Okay so why, don’t you think it’s wrong?”
“Sure, but their husbands were always cheating fucks.” He looked over at me, “You promised not to laugh.”
“Well it’s kind of funny.”
“Nothing funny about cheating.”
“But you banged them knowing they were married so that makes you as bad.”
“Sure I feel that way now but back then I was like…I don’t know, the Robin Hood of pussy,” he chuckled.
“The Robin Hood of pussy
, huh?”
“Yep
, I gave them back what was stolen from them by their asshole husbands.”
“And what’s that?”
He cocked his head in that little cocky way. “The feeling of being desired. The feeling of being empowered. The feeling that someone gave a shit enough to get them off. I gave them back their swag.”
“The Robin Hood of pussy
.”
“What are you
laughing at? You’re like the Gandhi of cock.”
I
snickered and he smiled his big beautiful bright smile. I wished I could see his eyes.
I sat back and looked at my phone
. “Blue tooth compatible.”
“Nice
.” He leaned forward and gave the dash a rub.
I had three new emails and I smiled when I saw the subject line.
-Steel Inc.-
“You gonna play some beats
, Bekah?”
“After I check my email.”
“Good stuff?” he asked and looked over at my phone.
“Steel Inc.” I
giggled “Is that you?”
“What’s it about?”
“I applied for an internship.”
“Oh yeah, you go to school?”
“I did, was considering finishing, but looks like that’s not gonna happen.”
“Why not?”
He sounded annoyed.
“They have filled all internships.”
“So we find another!” He darted into a rest area. “I have to use the bathroom.”
He threw it in park and stormed into the bathrooms.
The next email was from a company called S. Lettos. An international holding company was fronting the money to redesign a club it had acquired in the Jersey shore area. They had found my profile in Linked In. They were asking me to not only redesign the club, but take on the entire project. If I accepted this paid internship they would immediately deposit sixty nine hundred dollars a month as compensation for the next four months. If the project was completed in a timely manner, I would receive a bonus.
I was shaking I was so happy. I have to pee, oh my God, oh my good God! I jumped out of the SUV and walked quickly
toward the bathroom as I re-read the message. Zandor grabbed my arm as I whizzed by him.
“Hey there slow down
.”
I smiled up at him, I couldn’t help it. I was so excited I hugged him as tight as I could and he
laughed. “What has gotten into you?”
“I have to pee
.” I really had to, bad. “Read this!”
I ran into the bathroom
.
He was standing against his SUV when I walked out. Glasses on
, smirking at the phone, he looked beautiful with the warm afternoon sun shining down on him. I would stare at him all day. He looked up at me and that nipped that idea in the bud.
“You look happy
, Bekah, like really fucking happy.” He grabbed me and swung me in a circle.
I lifted my arms in the sky
in celebration. He pulled me down against his hard strong body and gave me a very sweet soft kiss on…my cheek.
I
laughed and he huffed and my feet hit the ground again, grrr!
I got in the SUV and
re-read the email.
“You may want to flag that.”
“What?”
“Mark it as a VIP message or flag it
.” He reached over and took it.
“Oh shit!”
“What?”
“Damn
, Bekah, I deleted it. I’m sorry…”
I snatched it out of his hand and looked
. He smirked and started the vehicle. “Just fucking with you.”
“Ass,” I mumbled.
“What about my ass, Kitten? It’s nice right?”
I
nodded as he pulled back onto the interstate.
“You good?”
“I’m real good. When my father gets all twisted and superior I can smile knowing I did this by myself. No help from him….or anyone else for that matter. I own this and I am going to do the best job I can possibly do.”
“What about the shop?”
I almost gave myself whiplash when I turned to look at him. I didn’t know what I should do. I mean I did but, “Fuck!”
“Ladies don’t talk like that
, Bekah. Especially professionals.” There was humor in his voice but a little less twinkle in his eye.
“I can do both.”
“I know you can, but do you want to?” he glanced quickly over at me.
“Yes, actually I do
.” I do. Yesterday was great and seeing him every day; even though I couldn’t have him, even though he made me believe stupid stuff again, it didn’t matter. He and I were friends.
“Good.” He was quiet for a minute, “Now turn on some beats
, girl!”
I was trying to figure it out but couldn’t and I didn’t want to hurt anything.
He turned on the radio and hit search.
Sara Bareilles
Brave
.
He huffed and went to change the station.
I swatted his hand off and he shook his head and left it alone.
I love this song
!
Zandor
Fuckidy, fuck, fuck, fuck!
She was so happy it gave me insta steel, son of a bitch I wanted to celebrate by giving her the best fucking orgasm she has
never
had. Yes-- I said
never
had because I knew pussy and I knew how to seduce and fuck her with words, music, lips, tongue, hands, toys and my cock --just to name a few. I knew how to read every fucking whimper, moan, groan, hiss, a woman could release. I knew how to make an orgasm last for minutes not just seconds and I knew how to make it happen again, and again, and again.
“You want me to drive?”
I laughed for two reasons, I wanted her to ride not drive and by that I mean on my throbbing cock. The next, fuck no. I drive!
“I’m good.”
And I wanted to show her just how good I was.
The song
Counting Stars
came on. My new favorite song. Let me tell you it wasn’t helping the hard as fuck going on in my pants situation. At. All.
I saw her tense up and it made me bite my lip to stop from smiling. The thing was, she was thinking the same fucking thing I was.
“You like this song?”
She cleared her throat and answered, “Uh huh,” in a squeaky voice.
I clenched my teeth down on my lip harder trying to make myself shut the fuck up because you know damn well I wanted to mention it.
The music stopped
. “Satellite must be out.”
“Yeah, must be.”
“Good song though, right?” I knew she was uncomfortable but I couldn’t help myself.
“It’s got a good rhythm
.”
I couldn’t contain it now, I
not tried to make a sound and failed miserably and she smacked me hard in the chest.
“Ouch.”
She rolled her eyes at me and looked away. “Who sings this song?”
“One Rub Pubic…”
She smacked me harder.
So I started singing it out loud and she joined in.
I could barely keep my damn eyes on the road, not when she was this happy. Damn it felt good…almost as good as licking her sweet little pussy was going to…
She grabbed the steering wheel
. “Zandor! Eyes on the road.”
Her phone rang and she sneered at it and answered, “Hello Dad….Yes
, we are scheduled to be there…no my friend is…Dad my car wouldn’t start this morning and…no, I don’t need a new car, I’m fine… Well, it is what it is…Dad… Yes, a guy…Please don’t start…”
I grabbed her phone away and pushed end.
“What are you doing?” she half yelled but was smiling.
“Tell him we were in a dead zone. You don’t need to start getting all pissy. Three more hours and we’ll be there. Three hours to chill and…I don’t know
, sing?”
“Alright then, I can do that.”
She reached down and pulled off her boots and then put her feet on my new dash and lay back in the seat. “Give me some beats Z.”
Okay
, now I wasn’t pissed about the whole feet on the dash thing. Normally that shit wouldn’t be happening but, fuck I wanted to be on her.
I pushed scan on the radio and it stopped on some country song and I almost changed the channel until she started singing.
She smacked my arm. “Taylor Swift. Twenty two. I’m ahead.”
“Ahead of what the race for Queen of shitty music recognition?”
“Nope, a car game, whoever knows the song first gets a point.”
“What are we playin’ for?”
“I don’t know, how about…” She stopped and sat up and crossed her arms over her very nice full C slash D cups and I wanted to tell her we were playing for those. “Okay I hate cleaning the interior of my car.”
“Which is part of the reason she doesn’t treat you good.” I pointed out.
“Okay so you, meaning you, Zandor Steel, have to clean my car, by yourself, no help from anyone when I win, deal?”
I
nodded.
“Okay now what do you hate to do?”
“Masturbate.” Didn’t even have to think about it I was getting real sick of jerking off every damn time I left the shop after working with her.
“Nice try, give me something else.”
“I hate playing with your tits?”
She
laughed. “I can handle that by myself.”
“Wow
.” Again she grabbed the wheel because I couldn’t even function now thinking about her rubbing them titties.
“No
Zandor seriously.”
“I would hate watching you do that.”
I was seriously going to have to pull over and fuck her stupid.
“No, anything else, not sexual.”
“There isn’t much I don’t like to do, Bekah.” She huffed. “Fine, I win then you have to cook me dinner, back home.”
“Your home?”
“Hell no!”
“O…kay.”
“Momma wouldn’t like you in her kitchen and she’d take over so your home. All by yourself, cook me dinner.”
“What do you like to eat?”
I didn’t answer, I just tried not to say it.
“Seriously
.” She sat back. “Alright hit scan.”
Every damn time it stopped it was a country song. I didn’t know a damn thing about country music. I did get a few like
Family Traditions
by the great Hank Williams Jr., and
The Devil Went Down
To Georgia
by Charlie Daniels. She nicely pointed out that it was because they were the bad boys of country. And I wanted to show her what the bad boy of the Jersey Shore could do to her sweet round southern ass.
The next song was
Tie It Up
and no it wasn’t the same tying up I wanted to do but she was singing it and tappin’ her foot…on my dash.
The Band Perry’s
You Lie
got her ahead by at least thirty. I gave up and she was happy, have I mentioned how much I enjoy that? I mean steel cock aside, I really do enjoy seeing her smile. I really enjoyed being around Bekah George—a lot.
The Eli Young Band
Drunk Last Night
came on and she looked at me with those big wide eyes and I smiled. “You want to talk about the elephant in the room or just completely ignore it.”
When she sunk further down into the seat I knew she wanted to ignore it.
“Zandor I…”
“We don’t need to talk about it. We both know what happened
, and we both…”
“Should forget it right?”
I didn’t answer I just smiled and nodded.
FUCK NO
, I didn’t want to forget about it, I wanted to do it again. Too fucking bad the black cloud looming over her head was getting closer and closer or I’d be all sorts of talking the fuck about it.
Be a man Aleszandor…be a good man
. Momma Joe you’re killing me!
FUCK!
I liked this girl, longest time in history might I add.
“You alright?”
She sat up and looked at me.
“Yeah, we’re good.”
“We’re only a couple hours away now.”
“Cool, you need to stop and use the restroom, grab something to eat?”
“No, I’m fine but you can.”
~
Welcome to Ft Bragg. I looked over at sleeping beauty and didn’t want to wake her but had no choice.
“Bekah
, we’re here.”
She jumped and looked around and scrunched her eyes tight and let out a grumble that I couldn’t quite make out.
She looked at the clock. “You made good time.”
“We did. Tell me where I’m going?”
“Oh right, sorry.”
It was pretty cool being back on a military base, made me think of Dad.
When she handed the soldier her ID he smiled. “Nice to have you back.”
She sat back and started rubbing her forehead
. “You …”
“Yep I did him,” she spat and looked out the window.
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “Alrighty then. I was just going to ask if you were alright.”
She pulled her knees up to her chest and put her feet on my seat, and no it didn’t piss me off, annoyed me a little but it was alright…I guess. Her head was buried in her knees when I stopped at the stop sign.
“Bekah, where to?”
“This was a really bad idea. I can’t do this, I can’t be here.”
“Whatever you want I got you so just…”
“A left and then four stop signs take a right. First big old white house on the left.”
She was a fucking mess so I reached over and grabbed her hand. You know friends do that shit.
She
laughed, that annoyed, angry laugh but held on real tight.
She pointed to the big old white house and I pulled in the driveway, “Stay to the right or the Coronel will be pissed when he gets home.
I did as she asked and she hopped out and stretched.
I grabbed the bags out of the back and looked over at her staring at the house. She was just about in tears so I walked up, dropped the bags and gave her a hug.
“This was a real bad idea, you’re going to wonder what kind of girl you employed. What you were thinking driving me all this way. You’re going to…”
“Come on now look at me
.” I lifted her chin. “I did it with a vacuum cleaner.”
That made her smile and I wiped away the tears.
“We’re friends, Bekah. In my book the only thing stronger than friendship is family. I got your back girl.” She jumped when the Jeep pulled in and wiped her face before stepping back. “Don’t stress this, I’m gonna help you through it.”
My blood was boiling. I wanted to beat the shit out of the man making my
Kitten feel this way. My whole body felt tense, I could even feel the hair on the back of my neck raise a bit. I wanted to hurt him like he had hurt my sweet little Kitten. Did I just say
MY
? Yeah I did—twice. I am so fucked.
“You’re early. His voice boomed as soon as his feet hit the driveway
.” He eyed me up and down and then did the same to her.
I felt myself step closer to her and she looked up at me nervously and then back at him.
“We made good time.” She smiled and took an uncomfortable step toward him.
After the quickest most awkward hug I had ever witnessed she was back by my side. I grabbed her hand with one of mine and she looked at me again.
“You going to introduce me to your…friend, Rebekah?”
“Oh sorry, Zandor Steel, this is my father
, Lance George.”
I stuck my other hand out and he raised his eyebrow and looked at my forearm, my ink, “Nice to meet you sir. You have a beautiful place here.”
“Provided for by the country I defend every day.” He gave me a firm handshake and I gave it right back.
“It’s an honorable thing to do sir
.” I nodded.
“Yes and what is it that you do?” His superior tone irked me and then he eyed my ink again.
“Dad…”
“No
, Bekah, it’s cool. I’m an artist.”
“Tattoo artist?” his condescending
voice most definitely rubbed me the wrong fucking way.
“Yes
, a tattoo artist.”
“I see
.” He raised his eyebrow at her and she looked toward the house.
“What can I do to help?” was her attempt at changing the direction of this conversation.
~
Walking in the house
, I was reminded of growing up on bases all over the world. Of course we never had a house this big nor had it felt this cold.
“We eat at fourteen hundred hours. The turkey is in the oven, the sides still need preparing
.” His tone was authoritative and seemed to snap her to attention.
I gave out a subconscious huff that brought four eyes directly to me.
“Is there a problem?”
“No sir
, I was just taking it all in.”
“You think this is a joke?”
“Dad!”
“No
, Bekah, it’s not a problem.” I looked back at him. “My father served this country too, so did my brother. I was raised on Navy bases. So again, I was just taking it in.”
“Navy?”
“Yes, sir.” I was overdoing the sir shit on purpose, fucker!
The man reminded me of my niece’s paternal Grandfather Lee. Who was also my father’s commanding officer
, and the reason Jase wasn’t at the hospital when his girlfriend died giving birth to his daughter. Lee was the reason my parents sold everything they could to pay for legal services trying to get custody or at least visitation so that Little Bell could know her father, and all of us, her family. I hated that fucker. This douche called his daughter a slut, she was jumpy as hell around him, and the fucking twinkle in her eye was completely gone, bastard!
