Aussie: A Bad Boy Second Chance Romance (7 page)

With work keeping me busy, I didn’t get to see much of Luke. One of the assistant managers was out sick, which meant double-shifts for me both Saturday and Sunday.

I couldn’t stop thinking about him or what happened. I mean, wow. The sex. Oh, my God, the sex. I kept thinking about the past, but then most of my thoughts steered toward Friday night. Did I mention the sex?

When I got home Sunday night, Mom had made dinner. Sunday nights were a traditional family dinner for us. There used to be four of us sitting at the table, now there were only three. The empty chair across from me used to be occupied by Luke, and all I could think about was what my parents would think if they knew he had been in the house just days earlier.

I kept thinking they somehow knew he’d been there. I knew I was being overly paranoid, but something seemed off. They were acting differently. It was quiet, and both seemed concerned. Did they know?

I asked about their trip and the response was short, clipped, obviously incomplete. Something must have happened on their trip. I finally asked. “What’s up with you guys?”

Mom looked at Dad. I looked from her to Dad.

“Nothing’s wrong,” he said.

“I didn’t say wrong. I asked what’s going on. Something seems…I don’t know, off or different,” I pressed.

“We’re just tired,” Mom answered for both of them.

If it had anything to do with me, they would have said something. They’d question me, and find answers. They weren’t the kind of parents to sit quietly. No, this had nothing to do with me, but then what? I dropped it, not sure I was ready to hear the answer.

It was okay for them to be intrusive in my life, but when I asked them questions, they were guarded. Oh, and after Luke moved out, holy cow, my parents were all over me making sure I wasn’t getting into trouble. Even as an adult, they could be overbearing, digging for details of my personal life.

I felt like an overgrown teenager still living at home. I was ready to live the life of an adult. I needed to get a higher paying job, and fast.

Exhausted from a long working weekend, I went to my room after dinner and called Luke. Before he could finish saying hello, I said, “Will you come over later and climb up the lattice to my window?”

He made a sexy, deep groan. “Don’t tempt me.”

“I just had the worst dinner.”

“Why?” he asked. “What happened?”

I told him about the awkwardness at the table.

“I didn’t leave a scent like an animal, did I? You think they can smell me?”

I laughed. “I’m serious.”

“You’re just being paranoid.”

“I thought that, too,” I said, “but then I talked myself out of that and now I’ve talked myself back into it.”

I heard him sigh a little. “Dawn, it’s going to be fine. They don’t know. And if the time comes to tell them, you tell them.”

“Right, easy as that. Wait…why did you say ‘if’?”

He chuckled. “When. I meant when.”

I let it go. Yes, there was still trust issues with him. It would take more than great sex and the excitement of him being back to erase the fact that he’d vanished from my life once before.

“When am I going to see you?” I asked.

I heard him opening a drawer, then pour cereal. “You’re the one with the busy schedule.”

“Not after today. My schedule will be back to normal, again.” I was anxiously twisting the edge of a blanket around my fingers.

“Then you should definitely come over tomorrow after work,” he insisted

Adrenaline rushed through me and my stomach did a little flip.

“And if you don’t,” he said, “I’m definitely coming to climb that lattice.”

*****

Later that evening, I heard my parents arguing in their bedroom.

“Where did you last see it?” my Dad was saying.

“If I knew that, then I’d know where it was.”

Dad made a frustrated sigh and mumbled something.

“Dawn!” Mom called out.

I walked down the hallway to their door.

My mother was standing at her dresser. She turned around to face me. “Your father and I have a big event this week and I can’t find the diamond necklace I got for Christmas.”

I didn’t mean to, but I know I furrowed my brow. “Okay…”

“Have you seen it?”

Dad had moved in to search their walk-in closet.

“No,” I said.

She tilted her head a little, just like she used to do when I was a kid and she wasn’t convinced I was telling her the truth.

“I haven’t seen it, Mom.” My words came out flatly, not like I was trying too hard to deny it because I really hadn’t seen it.

“Well, it’s been in this jewelry box since January first—I know because I wore it out New Year’s Eve—and now it’s gone.”

She started rifling through that huge box faster, fingers diving in and moving things around.

And then I had a sudden flash of horror.

Luke.

He’d been in the house.

Mom said, “Are you sure you didn’t wear it to work? It’s okay if you did. I’d just rather you ask, especially if it’s something that expensive….”

Her words faded out as my body went cold, almost numb. I tried to remember if Wes had been upstairs without me at any point. I didn’t think so. Besides, why would he steal something from my mother?

Shit. Was he lying about having kicked the drug habit? Did he need money?

Worse yet, was he lying to me?

“Dawn,” my Mom asked, “did you wear it when we were gone?”

I shook myself out of the horrible train of thought I’d conjured up. I felt like I was ten years old again, being scolded, questioned, not trusted. “No. I swear.”

I know Luke wasn’t upstairs without me. We’d been up here together…

I thought back, trying to remember every detail. I did use the restroom downstairs a few times.

Dad stepped from the closet, the necklace dangling from one finger. “It fell on the floor. Great place for it.”

My mom let his sarcasm slide. She was just happy that they’d found it.

I hated that I questioned Luke’s innocence.

I turned and walked down the hall. Something had to give. I needed a change. Needed to get out of this house.

I opened my laptop and furiously scanned every website I could think of that listed job openings. If I couldn’t find something, anything that paid more, I could always look for a second job.

I resented what had just happened. It’s like my mother didn’t trust me, and yet, I’d done the same thing to Luke. I’d automatically thought of him because of the past. It wasn’t fair. My parents made sure to plant seeds in my mind about him being a bad guy that couldn’t be trusted. I should have known he wouldn’t have done something like that. He wouldn’t have taken my mother’s diamond necklace. The guilt that washed through my veins more than made up for the momentary lapse in judgement.

Confused, I closed my eyes. My heart lodged in my throat. Maybe I didn’t really trust him as much as I thought I did.

I spent Monday trying to keep busy at work, going from store to store, but I found my thoughts drifting away from work and more towards Dawn coming over tonight. Some of the thoughts were good—okay, great, and sex related—and some weren’t so good.

One of the things that bugged me was the fact that she was lying to her parents about seeing me. What would they say if they found out? I couldn’t care less what they thought of me, but I didn’t want Dawn to be hassled over it.

Things were different, now. We were adults, and didn’t need permission. Regardless, I wasn’t about to drive a wedge between her and her family. I’d leave it to Dawn to figure out that part.

Brian, my old roommate called while I was heading to the next store for inventory.

“Dude, I need your help.”

“What’s up?” I asked.

“I landed a gig this weekend. Bachelorette party, like thirty women or something. Fuckin’ crazy, right?”

I was at a stoplight so I was able to close my eyes while I shook my head. “Great, big money, right. Congrats. Wait a minute. Help?”

“It’s a crazy good gig and one of the guys that I count on is down for the count. Dude broke his leg. I need a solid. Like a huge one.”

“What exactly do you need?”

“Stand in for me. I need another guy for the party. It’s fast, easy money, and will be fun.”

I laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think so. Thanks for asking, but no.”

“Come on, I really need someone. I’m in a bind. If I don’t have enough guys…I’ll lose the job.” He didn’t come out and say, I was there when you needed a friend. I let you crash at my place. He didn’t need to. He knew I owed him big. Only stripping at one of his gigs wasn’t going to be how I paid him back.

“Come on, man. I need another guy. You’d be perfect for it. Strip down, move your hips, and just go with the music. You’re a natural.  You’re cut. The ladies will love you. Two hours, thousand bucks, guaranteed. Where else are you going to make five-hundred an hour?”

“Nice pay, but I’m not interested. Sorry.”

There was a pause for a moment before he said, “All right. If you change your mind, let me know. I’m in a bind. Just think about it.  Oh, and hey, you got a package in the mail here.”

“Shit, I forgot to change my mailing address. Who’s it from?”

I heard some rustling of papers and plastic bags. The countertop was always full of junk mail and grocery store bags. “Big envelope from UCLA.”

I’d been waiting on that. “I’ll come by and pick it up.”

“Good,” he said, “That’ll give me another chance to talk you into the gig.”

*****

I picked up the envelope later that afternoon. Brian’s attempt to convince me to do the bachelorette party failed. Poor guy. He didn’t have a chance. I mean, the money was insanely good I didn’t want to tangle in the lifestyle, not once, and not at all.

Had I fallen into that line of work a few years ago, back when I was unable to resist the temptation of the money, drugs, and the readily available girls, I would have been in serious trouble. Now, though, I knew how to deal with impulsive decisions.

The way I dealt with them: don’t make impulsive decisions. Simple.

At least until it came to Dawn. I couldn’t resist her. I had wanted her for so long, and the real thing was better than the images I’d created in fantasies years ago. I’d had a taste now, but it wasn’t enough.

Dawn was my new temptation.

When she showed up on Monday night in a soft green dress with a belt cinched at the waist, I smiled. That dress clung to her curvy hips perfectly, showcasing the beauty that she was. What topped it all off was the way the material hugged her tits. It took everything inside of me not to stare.

She did something to me. I’d waited so long, and now it’s like my lust had been unleashed. Untamed.

She grinned at me and threw her arms around my neck. Leaning in I kissed her. My hormones were running wild, like back when I was a hormone-fueled teenager. Thankfully, as a man, I knew how to handle it.

The scent of her hair intoxicated me. I lingered in the fragrant scent that clung to her skin. My body responded like a raging bull, a surge of energy pulsing down to my cock. I wanted to peel her clothes off and take her right then and there.

We kissed, a deep, wet, passionate kiss. I lifted her up, and with our lips locked, we got lost in the sensation of being that close together. I scooped her up and placed her on the kitchen counter. She wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs, pulling me closer.

I was breathing deeply, desperate for another taste. “I can’t get enough of you.”

She looked into my eyes, raked her fingers through my hair and then pulled me back into a kiss.

“I’ve wanted to do this all day,” I said. I lifted her leg and kissed her calf. She watched me, her mouth slightly open in a beautiful pout.

I lowered my head and kissed and sucked her inner thighs. She watched me, but hadn’t yet lost her ability to think straight, which was my ultimate goal—give her an orgasm like she’d never had.

When I got to the edge of her panties, I teased her, tracing her lips with the tip of my tongue I slid my finger under the elastic and moved them aside. Licking, sucking. My mouth was finally where it wanted to be.

She let out a small gasp.

I fluttered my tongue along her slickness, then changed it up it up every few seconds to longer, bolder strokes. Parting her with my fingers, her clit was fully exposed to me. She couldn’t hide her excitement. Her clit was shiny-slick and pink.

Dawn rolled her hips with each tongue movement, riding the pleasure I was offering. I loved that she wasn’t shy about it. Her body moved in a perfect rhythm as she rode my tongue.

I loved listening to the noises she made—a mix of light whimpering and growling in her own pleasure, pleasure she was getting from me.

“Talk to me.” My voice was soft and somewhat muted.

“I can’t….”

Those were the only words that would come out of her mouth. Between the way her mouth was almost locked in an O-shape and her staggered breathing, it was a wonder she could say those two words at all.

Her hips bucked harder. She was losing control. Her body had taken over. She couldn’t think, only respond to the intense stimulation.

I commanded her to come, my voice now steady and firm. “Come for me, Dawn. Come in my mouth.”

She grabbed a handful of my hair and arched into me. “Yes, yes...”

I let out a groan, as she writhed along with my tongue strokes.

The orgasm crashed over her like a wave.

Her stomach muscles flexed, relaxed, repeated. My hand was pressed flat on her stomach as she shook and threw her head back, calling out my name. “Oh, Luke…”

Mission accomplished.

I lifted her off the counter and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked us to the couch and sat down. Having her against me was everything.

Dawn slid off my lap. She knelt before me on the floor. Her fingers were busy, working my belt loose. Looking into my eyes, she undid my button and zipper, then slid her hands into my jeans, and finally my underwear.

Her warm fingers found my hard cock and wrapped around it. She admitted, “I haven’t done this very much.”

I didn’t want to know any more than that, didn’t want to have any reason to think of her doing this with another guy. In my experience, girls who said that were worried they wouldn’t do it right were communicating some kind of warning like:
I don’t think I’m good at this
. All women do it differently. Some better than others. But there’s no such thing as a bad blowjob.

“I don’t care,” I said, unable to look away. The thought of her lips wrapped around my cock had me as hard as a rock. “I’ve wanted you to do this for such a long time. I’ve pictured it, fantasized about it…trust me, I don’t care.”

Dawn lowered her gaze and moved her hand back and forth, slowly along the length of my shaft. Her lips were pressed tightly together, making me wonder how long they’d stay closed.

I reached down and took my cock from her, gripping it at the base. My other hand went to the top of her head. I guided her head closer to me with my fingertips on her scalp.

Those lips—pretty and pouty—weren’t opening for me yet, so I touched them with the head of my cock. I moved it back and forth across her mouth, painting her with the little bead of moisture that had formed at the tip.

After a few moments like this, she looked up and her lips parted beautifully for me. Her tongue touched the tip of my cock as she held eye contact. Opening wider, she drew the head into her mouth. I dropped my hand to my side. Her warmth closed around me. She teased the tip of my cock with her tongue. Slowly, she moved her hand to the base of my cock, holding it with a perfect amount of pressure, but not stroking me.

I couldn’t look away. I was mesmerized, seeing her there.

The visuals are always what push me over the edge. Yes, the physical pleasure is integral, but there’s nothing like the sight of a woman wrapping her lips around my cock and taking her time as she surrenders her mouth to me.

Dawn opened her mouth wider and took more of me. Inching more and more of my cock inside, she encased me with the heat and wetness of her mouth.

I reached down and took her wrist, moving her hand away. “Let me have the other one, too.”

She raised her arm.

I brought her hands to my thighs, pinning them down.

“I like it when you just use your mouth,” I said.

She tried to murmur something, but I couldn’t tell what it was, nor did I care. I could tell it was something positive, maybe just a sound affirming what I told her.

Dawn was moving a little faster, sliding up and down my shaft. My cock glistened.

Seeing her there…Jesus, I could have stayed there all day. I was intent on watching her move up and down, over the tip, sucking hard, pulling back, and then freeing my cock from her lips with a wet pop sound.

Her hair fell in her face just then. I reached out with one hand, gathering as much of it as I could in my fist, then held it together.

“You’re gorgeous. I need to see your face.” My voice was tinged with a low gravel tone.

She smiled at me, then looked back at my erection. I couldn’t handle one more second of not being in her mouth. I moved her head back to my cock, and slid between her lips once more.

Holding onto her hair, I didn’t have to direct her movement. She swirled her tongue around the head, then took me back in with one swift motion.

She moved faster, her head bobbing up and down. The friction of her lips sliding along my skin combined with her sucking…it was getting too intense to think. Her teeth lightly grazed over my swollen tip. Fuck. The visual got me. “I’m going to come.”

I held off on telling her that I wanted to come in her mouth. I wanted to see what she would do on her own—pull away and use her hand or stay where she was and take my come in her mouth?

I let go of her hair. Luckily, it stayed out of her face, giving me a perfect view as she locked her lips around my cock.

“Ah, Dawn, fuck…” My stomach muscles clenched along with my thighs.

Her eyes got big and she blinked rapidly a few times, closing them as I came more.

When it was clear that I’d finished, she licked me clean and then tucked me back into my pants. “I know you don’t want to kiss me right—”

I reached for the back of her head, pulling her close, and kissed her deeply.