Learning to Forgive (The Learning Series) (24 page)

Adding a finger, I start to pulsate it in a rhythmic motion. Her administrations ease up on me as her inner muscles clench and squeeze me before I add another finger. Just as I capture her clit and suck, she explodes and moans loudly while riding my face. My tongue savors the tangy flavor of her juices. I’ve eaten plenty of pussy in my day, but this here is prime and perfect.

When her convulsions have ceased, I swiftly roll us over and push her on all fours before entering her from behind. No barriers separating us. Nothing but our bodies, together.

We stay lost in one another’s sweating bodies, actions, and sounds for the rest of the day. Afterward, I watch her doze off in a peaceful sleep while my mind wars with my heart.

The next morning, I wake to the best smell- besides Red- invading my nose. Bacon. I stand and stretch before I go take a piss. Then I walk into the kitchen and see her. She stands out against the white cabinets and dark granite like a single red rose in the snow. Her red hair is up on top of her head and she’s wearing my tee shirt from yesterday. Guilt stabs me in the chest because I know there’s no future for us. Not yet. Maybe one day. First, I have shit that needs to be taken care of.

I shake myself from my conscience and go steal a
very
crispy piece of bacon from a plate on the counter.

“Hey. I was wanting to surprise you.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You did. I actually didn’t know bacon could be burned to the point of being inedible.” I shove another piece in my mouth and evade her hand as she tries to slap me playfully.

“Hardy har har.” She teases. “If it’s so burnt, then why are you eating all of it?”

“Because it’s bacon.” I shove another piece in my mouth. She rewards me by sticking her tongue out at me before reaching for plates in the top cabinet. Her shirt rides up and her pink and black-stripped panties flash me. I can feel my body awaken so I turn to fix a cup of coffee for us both. We need fuel after last night’s activities and for what I have planned for today. “So what kind of surprise did you have in mind?”

“Well, I was wanting to bring you breakfast in bed. But I guess I’ll do it another day.” She looks over her shoulder and winks.

“Really. You know I can always go lay back in bed.”

“It won’t be a surprise though.”

“Maybe not for me. But it will for you.”

“Huh?” she asks in confusion and places some food on our plates. I palm my dick and her eyes follow my movements before she gives me a quirked eyebrow. “I think you’ve already shown me all your tricks, Mr. Devereux.”

“Is that right, Red?” I walk up to her slowly and press her back against the counter. “You positive about that?”

She looks up to make eye contact when we’re pressed against each other. Then she shows that rare brave and confident side of hers and grabs my dick through my shorts. “Yes.” Slowly, she strokes me and I growl as my eyes close from the sensation. “Looks like I’m the one full of surprises.” She releases me and ducks under my arm to make her getaway.

However, I have a few tricks up my sleeve, which she quickly learns when I grab her and place her on the counter to have my favorite meal of the day.

I take in the busy streets of New Orleans and observe the people walking up and down the sidewalks, cars passing, and trollies running the rails. Bums walk up and down asking for money, dancing, or just panhandling discreetly. Watching it all and smelling the beignets, I feel like that same punk kid who used to sling dope and steal. Too many bad memories live on these streets so I only come here when I have to. Usually I stay outside the city but I want to give Blaire a different kind of experience…something unforgettable. So we head to the Voodoo Villa, which is in the center of the Fauborg Treme, also known to be the birthplace of Jazz. It’s a two hundred year old house with two suites that give anyone the N’awlins experience. No hurricane has torn it down, only marked it to add character. Worn brick and stucco with intricate iron walk around the porch.

I see the excitement in Red’s eyes as we park along the busy street and she takes in our surroundings. Grabbing her hand, I lead her inside the old house and check in before leading her to our room. Our suite has old N’awlins class with a fireplace close to the wrought iron bed, a very updated bathroom with a Jacuzzi and large shower, and its own little courtyard blocked from the busy street for more privacy. Wicked thoughts of how many ways I can make her come enters my brain. However, I need to wait because I plan on taking her shopping and spoiling her while she’s mine.

I made reservations to Morton’s of Chicago steakhouse and it’s pretty fuckin’ fancy. I’ve never been there myself because shit like that was never in my budget and now that it is I’ve never wanted to take anyone out. Hell, this is my first date. Might as well pull out all the stops because I don’t know if I’ll ever do it again.

Once we’re settled, we walk around the city and I show her some voodoo shops before we go shopping. When we walk into Saks Fifth Avenue, I watch her eyes take in the surroundings. I have to force her to walk into an actual store.

“Look at that.” She points to a black Louie Vuitton bag, picks it up, and inspects it. “I don’t see a price though.”

I take it from her hands. “Don’t worry about it.”

She quirks an eyebrow at me. “How do you have enough money not to worry about it?”

I shrug my shoulders and tell her the same answer I’ve rehearsed over the years. “Parents left me life insurance.” I see her eyes widen with regret that’s really unnecessary. My parents are only God knows where. I left their drunken asses when I ran away at twelve. “Don’t.” I bend down and kiss her lightly on the lips.

She returns my kiss and nods with understanding. “I still don’t want you to blow money on me though.”

“Get over it, Red. I’ll blow money on you and you can just blow me. If you want, of course.” I wink in her direction.

Instead of blushing and being embarrassed, she walks up to me in the middle of the store. When she’s directly in front of me, she stands on her tiptoes to lean into my body. She licks my earlobe and bites down gently. Swarms of chills inhabit my body. Then she cups my junk in her hand and blows gently in my ear. “Done.” she whispers with a smile in her voice before walking away, her ass swaying.

I shake my head while smiling and see the young girl behind the counter watching with wide eyes. “Only in NOLA.” I adjust my now-aroused dick in my jeans and promise to make her squirm later.

“Opening yourself to someone is harder than closing off the entire world.

The question I ask myself is, are they worth the struggle?”

~Blaire

Blaire

I feel like everyone is staring at me. I’m so out of my element sitting here at a cloth-covered tabletop decorated with a beautiful centerpiece, different crystal glasses, and cloth napkins. The room is decorated with black walls and silver accents in different shapes. It’s very contemporary and elegant. And very much not what I’m used to. At least not as myself.

The only time I’ve ever been in a place like this is when Mandy and I scoped out our new prospects for the night and I was in disguise. Not Blaire Morgan, but someone who was used to places such as this. That feels like a lifetime ago instead of only a few months.

Every time I try to ignore the unwelcome feeling and concentrate on the beauty of the atmosphere, I catch someone’s stare. When we first walked from the elevator into the restaurant, I felt all eyes land on us. Even though the mid-thigh black, strapless dress and beautiful black, sequined heels cost more than my last car, it’s obviously not good enough for these people. Our ink covered arms gain disapproving stares from the staff and the elders sitting at different tables when we remove our winter jackets.

“I don’t think we should be here.” We’ve been sitting for fifteen minutes without anyone coming over for our drink orders.

“No. You’re hungry so I’m gonna feed you.” His eyes wander the facility once again but nobody makes eye contact with him. I feel his frustration. “Give me a second.” He stands to make his way in the next room. I admire his butt in his black slacks and his broad shoulders in his slate gray button down before he disappears around the corner.

After a minute, I hear raised voices before he storms over to me. “Come on, Red. Let’s get out of here. It seems we make these fuckers uncomfortable.” I grab his hand before we make our way out the same way we came in, grabbing our jackets in the process.

“What happened?” I ask to break the silence in the mirrored elevator.

His breathing is heavy and his jaw is tight as his teeth grind together. He continues to hold my hand and squeezes gently. “One of the customers complained that we made them uncomfortable or some shit. So it was either them- a regular- or us.”

“I’m sorry.” I say and lay my head on his shoulder. He looked really excited about taking me out tonight. Just thinking of the clothes he bought for such a fancy dinner makes me hurt for him.

“What do you have to be sorry for? It’s not your fault.”

We step out of the building and start walking the streets. The sun’s down and the night crowd have emerged, ready to make New Orleans their bitch. Guys and girls alike laugh and carry on as they head in different directions. Wind blows my hair around my face and I huddle in my black pea coat looking for warmth. “I know how much you wanted to go out tonight. And the money you spent on this outfit. I’m sorry I won’t be able to enjoy it like you wanted me to.”

“Don’t worry about me enjoying you in that sexy dress. Believe me, I plan on enjoying it tonight when we return to the hotel.” He winks at me and I’m immediately warmed from the inside out. “If you think we’re done for the night
mon cher
, then you’re insane. This is N’awlins and I plan on showin’ your fine ass the nightlife.” He throws his arm around my shoulder and we head towards Bourbon Street.

Instead of steak, we eat boudin and jambalaya. Instead of fancy tablecloths and stares, we eat on a worn wooden table and talk about random shit. The bike being one. He says I won it fair and square, so when we return to Mobile it’s mine. When I ask him if he’s interested in buying it, he looks at me like I’m crazy.