Home for the Weekend (3 page)

Laying this way, it was easier for me to receive him, and almost instantly I felt the lip of his head rubbing against my inner ridges deliciously. Jesse gripped my hips, and turned me slightly to my left, and the slight change in position increased my own pleasure, my breathing increased slightly and I fought back a moan. Jesse picked up his pace, and I felt him discreetly deposit more saliva on his cock before it impaled me. I began to moan, and writhe beneath him; I slid my hand down to my clitoris and began circling it, desperately wanting to come now.

I felt myself tightening around him, and the mixture of that and being stretched to my limit caused my insides to burn with fire.

“Shit.” He said quietly, and I watched his jaw flex as he squeezed my breasts, his eyes roving over my body for the first time since we started. His tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip before he bent down to kiss me again.

I gripped his arm, and dug my fingernails into his bicep as I came around h
im, spasms rocking my body, I screamed with my release, the blood flooding my face so much I felt my head might explode.

“Fuck!” Jesse
said, and I felt him erupt inside of me.

“Stop!”
Someone behind him called in exasperation, but I could hardly hear it past the ringing in my ears.

When I opened my eyes, Jesse was pa
nting, and his eyes were closed, a small, cocky smile spread across his mouth at the annoyed words, and he apologized half heartedly over his shoulder while he eased out of me.

***

              We broke for lunch after the third cut, which gave Jesse and I more time to talk about what we were doing, and warm up some more. After that, we finished the scene in one take. Jesse made me come four times before they told him to pull out and come on my breasts, everyone seemed pleased with the end result, and it was called a day. Jesse and I sat out on the patio in opposite chairs, smoking as the last of the crew finished clean up.

“How you feeling?”
He asked.

“Good.” I smiled
, but it was forced.

He smiled
knowingly at me lifting his eyebrows, and dragged on his cigarette.

“It gets better trust me. You just had to lose your virginity again.” He winked and I
laughed a real laugh for the first time all day.

“Thanks for being so understanding. I was pretty sure I’d end up with a complete asshole.” I said honestly as I watched the sky growing paler with the setting sun.

“What are you doing for Christmas?” He asked.

“Nothing.
I was home visiting until last night, so I’m just going to grab some food and then head back home. Probably watch something awful on TV.”

“Sounds awesome.”
He said.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Probably the same.”

“Well, we are a couple of Grinch’s aren’t we?” I asked stubbing my cigarette butt out in the ash tray and standing. “It was nice to meet you Jesse.” I said, pulling my coat tighter around me.

“Pleasure was all mine, trust me.” He winked and I felt a blush creep into my cheeks. “Will you let me take you to dinner?” He asked as we stepped inside.

“Sure, do you think that’s a good idea?” I asked, not sure about t
he rules of professionalism in this situation.

“Unless you don’t like food.”
He quipped; he was exquisitely sexy in his gray shirt and black leather jacket.

“Oh
, don’t let the thin frame fool you. I love food.” I laughed as we stepped onto the elevator.

“Where are you parked?” He asked as we waited for the elevator to lower.

I became aware of some mild discomfort in my groin as I waited, and shifted my legs. “Oh, somewhere in Connecticut. Probably a wal-mart”

He turned and gave me a quizzical look. “
Was it stolen?”

I laughed loudly, “No, I don’t have a car here in LA.
My car is with a friend back home, I just use my bike if I can’t walk.”

“Oh, well then we can take mine.” He smiled.

As we exited the building the cold air blasted me, and I felt my eyes water in response, I walked beside Jesse quickly. He pressed a button on his key chain and a sleek black Toyota greeted us with a flash of lights. He held the passenger door open for me and I climbed in. It was unbelievably clean, for a guys truck, and it smelled really good. I watched Jesse walk around the front of the truck as I fastened my belt.

He pulled the door closed and looked over at me. “So
, what kind of food do you want?”

“You choose.”

“Alright.” He turned the key and the truck roared to life, louder than I expected from a Tacoma.

We pulled away from the curb, and headed south. “Where are we going?” I asked as we pulled onto the freeway.

“I thought you told me to choose?” He looked over at me, the lights from the freeway lit his features slightly, he had a very handsome smile.

My phone was buzzing in my coat pocket and for the first time I realized I hadn’t checked it all day. I pulled it out, four missed calls. And I bet they were
all
from Ian, whose name flashed at me as my phone rumbled in my hand.

“Are you going to get that?” Jesse asked.

I sighed. “Unfortunately.”

“Not someone you want to talk to?”

I shook my head no, as I opened the call.

“What?” I said, a bit harsher than I’d meant to, and I noticed Jesse’s eyebrows
raise at me briefly before he took an exit.

“Where the
fuck are you?” Ian demanded. Jesse looked over at me again; I shook my head at him apologetically and rolled my eyes.

“None of your business
, is it Ian?”

“The hell it isn’t! I’ve called you all day, and left several voicemails, where have you been?” His voice rose higher still.

“Ian, I told you not to follow me back to LA. I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I don’t want to see you anymore; you have to leave me alone.” I said calmly.

“Chase.”
He growled.

“Stop it Ian!” I whispered, tears burning my eyes. “I was just at a shoot today, I’m fine,
I’ve been busy. I’m going to get dinner with a friend now so I have to go.” I pressed end, and shoved my phone back into my pocket.

“Hey if this is going to be a problem with your boyfriend, I can just give you a ride home? We can grab taco bell.” He grinned at me.

I laughed and dashed a tear off of my cheek, “Ian isn’t my boyfriend.”

“Oh, I just thought…. He sounded pretty worried.”

“He’s my step-brother. I left home early; he wanted to be sure I got here safe.” I pulled the visor down in front of me and fixed my makeup. Mindlessly adding more red lipstick to my thick lips while I pretended not to notice Jesse’s concerned expression.

“That makes sense.” He said simply, turning his eyes back to the road
.

We pulled
onto a side street and up to a tiny hole in the wall place, the truck bounced and rocked as he went over the curb with the front passenger wheel.

“
Sorry.” He laughed. “They have some of the best burritos here.” He said, almost sheepishly.

“I like burritos.” I smiled at him as we made our way up the short walk to the door.

Jesse grinned at me as he pulled the door open and my nostrils were greeted with the delicious smell of spices, and warm food. I hadn’t realized how hungry I was until now.
We chose a small booth in the corner that was beside a window, it looked out at the opposite side of the building. People were walking by quickly, and the streets were lit with headlights and Christmas lights, shop signs and traffic lights. They were filled the loud buzzing that accompanies a large city. Concrete jungle really is the only way to describe it. Had it been day time, there may have even been people hanging from telephone poles.

“So why did you leave?” Jesse asked.

“What?”

“You said you left early from your visit home. Why’d you leave early?” He sipped the glass of ice water that sat in front of
him, and a short woman with dark hair and large eyes came to take our order. “Can we have the fiesta platter please?”

“Yes, anything to drink?”

“I’m fine with water… Chaste?” He asked.

“I’m good too, thanks.” I waited until she walked away before I spoke again. “You can call me Chastity if you
want, I like it more than Chaste anyway.”

“Oh.
Yeah, my bad.”

“No
it’s fine, just preference.” I smiled and stared at my glass deciding how to word what I wanted to say. “I left because I slept with my step-brother.”

I wasn’t really sure why I told him. Maybe because I didn’t know him, he didn’t know Ian, or his father. Sometimes it’s easier to tell a complete stranger your darkest secret than it is your
best, and most loyal friend. Upon my admission Jesse sputtered his water, and had to hold his fist to his mouth for a second. I grinned bitterly at my water glass.

“Don’t
worry, we didn’t grow up together or anything.” I said. “Our parents married when we were teenagers. He was in a boarding school, and then went to college. I only saw him a handful of times before…”

“You slept together?”
He asked.

“No, well… yes.
Sort of. It’s hard to explain.” I shook my head in mild disgust with myself. “If his father ever found out… he’d kill me.”

“It can’t be that bad. Not if you didn’t even know each other.” He said as the waitress came by and filled our water glasses and placed a tray of tortilla chips and salsa between us.
“Thanks.” He said to her, with a bright smile that turned her cheeks pink.

“It is in that family.” I sighed. “Jesus. I’m really sorry; I shouldn’t have brought this up. Can we talk about something else?”

“Sure.” He grinned.

He was lounging back in the small booth
, his handsome features were accentuated by the dim lights around us, and I felt a small flutter in my stomach at the memory of having sex with this man less than two hours ago.

“Where are you from?” I asked him.

“Oregon.” He said easily, still grinning.

“Oh, I’ve never been there. What’s it like?”

“It’s sort of the West Virginia of the West Coast.” He kidded, again making me laugh.

“Did you go cow tipping? Or make potato shooters?” I
ginned at him as I sipped my water, being careful to not mess up my lip stick.

“No, but I went mudding a lot, and got into a lot of troub
le for fire crackers and racing.”

“Mudding?”

“You know, you take your truck out to the best mud holes and just drive like a maniac.” He winked at me. “I bet you’ve done it thousands of times.”

“Oh…yeah, hundreds at least.”
I said, waving my hand. “It sounds kind of fun.”

“It is.” He took a long swallow from his glass, and leaned over the table, his elbows pointed at me, and I noticed he had what looked like tribal tattoos on the backs of his arms, but I wasn’t sure. “I’ll take you sometime.”

“Oh I’m sure there are plenty of mudding holes here in LA.” I rolled my eyes playfully.

“No, but road trips are fun.”

“True.” I smiled. “Did I just make a friend?”

“Yep.”

“So tell me… Jesse James?” I lifted my eyebrow as I slid a chip through the bowl of salsa.

“It’s my real name.” He said easily.

“You’re kidding!” I laughed.

He shook his head and smiled widely.

“So, what are the stories?” He asked, taking a bite of a small taco that was filled with beef, cilantro, tomatoes, onions and black beans.

“What stories?” I asked, holding my hand in front of my mouth as the savored the delicious food.

“Your tattoos.” He said.

“Oh.” I
looked down at my arms. “Well, the dragon was inspired by the Luck Dragon from The Neverending Story. It’s one of my favorite movies.”

“Mine too, and The Labyrinth.”

“I love that movie!” I cried before taking another bite.

“I was wondering about the roses…” He said after finishing his second taco. “It’s gorgeous, lots of detail.
They look three dimensional.”

“Oh…
thanks, well my dad got really sick when I was a little girl we were very close, he was my best friend… He passed away when I was twelve and the last thing he gave me were roses for my birthday.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Don’t be. He was in a lot of pain, and it was agonizing for us to watch him suffer. He’s in a better place now.” I smiled. I missed my father at times, but I knew he was always with me, and I’d accepted his passing a long time ago.

He grinned, and I noticed a huge cilantro leaf that covered both of his front teeth. My eyes widened.