On the Rocks (Pub Fiction Book 2) (27 page)

“‘A little something for his pleasure!’” she quotes with happy eyes, a bottle of lube appearing as if by magic in her left hand. “Ready to tit fuck me, big boy?” she asks.

I want to laugh at her corniness, except coming from her it’s sexy-as-fuck. Here’s this girl, sitting on her knees, lube in hand, offering to let me fuck her tits, umm yeah, nothing funny here.

“Ah, shit, Braun. Where the fuck did that come from?”

“Well, I might have planned on giving you Scooby snacks all along. I put the lube here the other night when we met you after work. Surprised?”

“Fuck, yes, and so goddamned ready to fuck those sweet tits of yours. Let’s go, Braun. Now, baby. I can’t fucking wait anymore. Stop talking.”

She does. Watching Braun lift that bottle and pour lube all over her chest has to be one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. She stares at me as she rubs the lube all around her luscious tits. I’m not gonna make it, I’m going to be the only man in history to come all over his girlfriend’s tits from just watching her lube them up. Finally she’s done, and I’ve managed to hang on.

Rising up on her knees, she nestles in as close to my balls as she can get. Then, taking my cock in her hands, she begins rubbing it all over her beautifully glistening tits, rubbing the tip along her pebbled nipples, using my dick to help smear the lube all over both of us. I moan as she slides her fist up and down my shaft, jerking me in rhythm with my grunts and groans as they increase with the pleasure she’s giving me, before taking my cock between her cleavage to finish me off. Braun squeezes her tits around me, causing my cock to twitch from the sensations of slick friction as she works me over.

Taking control from her, I begin moving my hips up and down off the couch, creating a hard steady pace, a pace that’s going to have me seeing stars in seconds.

“Stop,” I command once I’m too close. “I need in that sweet pussy, baby. I want to feel you gripping me when I come. I’m so fucking hard I’m gonna explode.”

“Yes, please, Levi.”

“We need a condom, baby.”

“No. I’m on the Pill. And I’m clean. I mean, if you want to,” she says, sounding shy now.

“Fuck, yeah, it’s more than okay, Braun. It’s what I want too.” I kiss her before turning her to sit on my dick, her back to my front, reverse-cowgirl style.

“Take me, Braunwyn. Take it all,” I grunt in her ear, as she eases down on my rock hard cock. Her tight walls clench around me, her hot wet pussy feels indescribable as she takes me deeper inside her.

“Oh, God, Levi. It’s so hard, so tight. I can’t…ohh.”

“That’s right, baby. See what you do to me?” I cut her off. “You make me so fucking hard, I can’t take it. I love seeing you above me, milking me with your sweet pussy,” I tell her as she takes me in and out of her body, picking up the pace as my words spur her on.

I rise to kiss her shoulders, then ease her back to rest on my chest. I reach around and find her clit, rubbing it in sync with her movements while continuing to thrust, and together we explode like fireworks on Canada Day.

I’m shaking with aftershocks as I lay us down so I can snuggle my girl, whispering how amazing she is, kissing her, holding her like I never want to let her go.
Truth be told, I don’t.

“I think Scooby snacks just became the best damned food I’ve ever had,” I smile, feeling her shoulders shake, a sexy giggle escaping her as she kisses my chest.

“The best ever in existence, I’d say.” She looks at me giving me that smile I fucking adore.

Fuck, this girl is quickly becoming my everything.

Braunwyn

“B
eth, I’m just
gonna duck into the washroom. I’ll be right back. It’s been so busy I haven’t had a chance to go yet. Can you keep an eye on my section?”

“No problem,” Beth replies, loading up her tray and looking out at the crowded pub. “I hope Levi gets here soon. I can’t believe how crazy it is in here tonight.”

She’s right. It’s packed with people laughing and drinking and having a good time. The dance floor is jammed with couples bumping and grinding, while the bar has lineups like I’ve never seen on a Sunday night.

“I feel so bad you had to come in, Braun. I bet Levi’s gonna be pissed at Will. I mean, I get that Brooke’s sick, but what’s up with Will? This is twice in less than two weeks that he’s called in last minute. Like, at least be courteous, asshole!” she laughs in my ear, muttering the last bit.

“I know. Levi was pissed already when Brooke called in sick and he had to get me to cover for her, especially with his mom in town for the weekend.”

Patricia Eddison, Levi’s mom, originally had planned to visit from Oakville on Saturday, just for the day, but her car died. After moving a few things around, Levi decided to invite her to come stay at his place for the whole weekend. That way she could visit with Levi, Ryker and Kat, and also have time to meet Emmerson and I.

After school on Friday, Levi, Emme, and I made the hour-long drive to pick her up. Levi had been nervous all week about us meeting face-to-face. I guess his mom can be a bit overbearing when it comes to her boys. I think it took her some time to warm up to the idea of Emmerson and I being such a large presence in Levi’s life. Levi confided that she was worried that he’d have issues dealing with the baggage that comes when there are children and ex-lovers to deal with. She was worried that with Levi being the possessive type, he may be jealous at the thought of another man holding a spot in both our hearts.

Levi was quick to squash those ideas as they emailed back and forth, and tried to avoid getting into my personal history, but in the end I decided it might ease her mind if Levi confided to Patricia about my past with Shawn. Not that I want to win her over with her sympathy or pity. Not at all. But I do want her understanding, and want her to know that relationships aren’t things that I take lightly, and that this, what Levi and I have, is special.

A few days after their discussions, I received a call from Patricia herself apologizing if I took offence to her concerns. She admitted that the mere fact that Levi even shared her concerns with me was huge, that that alone was enough for her to know that I was important to him. From there, we had a few more lengthy chats, and it was obvious that we were going to get along. Once we met in person yesterday, Patricia and I seemed to connect instantly. And, of course, Little Miss was her usual charming little self, and won Mrs Eddison over in a heartbeat or two.

Hearing Beth’s voice brings me back to the that fact I’m at work: “Yeah, well, good thing you could get your grandma to watch your kid tonight. It is nuts in here. I don’t know what we would have done. I would have loved to see Jake out from the back serving, though.”

“Must be Spring Fever,” I shrug. “I guess everyone wants to party before they hit the books to study for exams.”

God, I can’t wait to graduate. Just over four weeks to go.

Since I told everyone at Pub Fiction about Emmerson, they’ve been great. Brooke just loves her, and we’ve hung out a few times, the three of us. Brooke has convinced us that pedicures are a must. I laugh every time Emme picks some crazy bright colour for her toes.
Levi’s right, she’s such a girl.

“Oh, and ignore my VIP’s,” I tell her. “I was just there refilling and that one guy, Chase, was being all kinds of grabby. He even tried telling me that seeing as Levi is his buddy, Levi would want me to give Chase some ‘special treatment’. Even
after
I mentioned I was Levi’s girlfriend. So steer clear. I’ve got Big John keeping an eye when I go near.”

“What a fucking creep. I bet Levi will set him straight when he gets in,” Beth huffs.

“Oh, no, I’m not going to say anything. They’re only having a good time; he’s just joking, I’m sure. But let me deal with them, anyway.”

“Don’t you need to pee? You realize you could have been gone and back already, right?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going. Be right back.”

Dodging people left, right, and centre, my back teeth now practically floating, I hear Luke calling “Braunnie!” from behind the bar.

“Yeah? What’s up? I was just running to the washroom, can you give me a sec?”

“Sure I can, but be quick. I need back up here, I gotta re-stock a bunch of shit. It’s a madhouse tonight, pure craziness, so I’ll get you to cover me for a few when you’re back.”

“Okay, I can do that. I’ll be right back.”

“Thanks. Levi called to check in, said he’d send Ryker if we needed. I told him we’d be okay if Levi can get here within the hour. That was, like, a half hour ago so he should be here soon.”

“Perfect,” I yell over my shoulder as I scurry down the dark hallway to the staffroom, the red exit signs making my skin glow murky orange.

I start pouting a bit as I make my way into the staff washroom cubicle. It really sucked getting called in, because Levi had made reservations at La Cantina tonight for all of us before we were to drive his mom back to Oakville. I know without a doubt that by the time he gets here he’s going to be in a rotten mood, after having to do dinner and the long drive without me, then to find out Will bailed on us too. Lord help poor Will, or anyone else who messes with Levi tonight.

Maybe I’ll just have to give Levi some Scooby snacks in his office once it dies down
, I say to myself as I finally get to pee.

Stepping back out into the main staffroom, I turn back to flip off the cubicle’s light switch and close the bathroom door. I hear the click of the staffroom door behind me and I smile.
Levi…?!

I turn around to face him, putting on my best sly smile and taking a few steps forward before looking up.

“Hey, Shaggy. You looking for a sna—” I begin, but my question drops to the floor as fear takes over my brain. It’s not Levi. It’s Chase. “What are you doing in here? The sign on the door says ‘Staff Only’. You need to get out, right now.” I try to keep my voice firm, in spite of the fact that I’m freaking out.

Chase silently moves toward me, leaving the staffroom door closed—and locked—behind him; I can see that he’s turned the inside latch so no-one can come in. I try to escape back into the washroom cubicle, but he’s too quick. He lunges at me and grabs my shirt at the waist, pinching my side.

Shit.

“I saw you nod at me when you were talking to that other chick at the bar. I knew you wanted me to follow you, we’ve been skirting around this all night. Now here I am. You ready to show me a good time, gorgeous? I’ve had my eye on you for a while, and seeing as Levi ain’t here, I figure he’ll: Never. Need. To. Know.”

Bile. Bile rises to my throat as Chase pulls me toward him. I’m in utter disbelief that this is happening, I thought he was kidding around. I didn’t take him seriously. I should have had Big John kick him out when he offered to do it.
Stupid, Braun,
so stupid.
Why the hell didn’t I lock the staffroom door behind me?
Rushing. I forgot because I was rushing, trying to get back out there as fast as I could.

“You’re gonna look so good with my cock in you, sweet thing,” Chase says, and grips my upper arms with cold sweaty hands, directing me backwards toward the couch.

“No!” I scream in his face. My hands come up to try to manoeuvre myself out of his hold, which only causes him to laugh at me.

“Be nice, sweetheart. You’re gonna love this,” he says, now crushing both of my wrists behind my back in one of his hands. His other hand fumbles with his belt buckle.

I let out a hoarse and throaty scream, and just as I’m about to try and kick him, I hear keys rattling and then I hear Levi.
Thank God.

“What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing, asshole?!” Levi shouts, and Chase is suddenly wrenched away from me. I fall back onto the couch as I’m released, shaking and watching from below as Levi’s fist hits Chase’s greasy face repeatedly.

“Levi, stop! I’m fine, I’m okay. You’re gonna kill him,” I say, getting up and rushing toward Levi, trying to stop him. I don’t want Levi to get arrested, not over this guy.

But Chase is on the ground now and Levi’s hitting him relentlessly while hovering over top of him. Chase’s nose is red and swollen, and blood is streaked across his face and splashed on the floor. I stand immobilized, watching as Levi continues to beat Chase, ignoring my pleas.

“Levi, man, I got this piece of shit. Go to your girl,” I hear Big John shout, finally breaking through to Levi, as he rushes into the room.

The next thing I know, I’m wrapped in Levi’s arms and he’s apologizing to me, looking me over, looking for signs of trauma.

I can’t stop staring at Chase, who’s laying—groaning—on his back, a thick pool of blood collecting underneath him from the drips coming off his face. Big John is patting him down, looking for weapons and his ID. He starts coughing and spitting, so John rolls Chase over onto his side, into the recovery position we were taught at the St. John’s Ambulance First Aid training Levi had arranged for the Pub Fiction staff a few months ago.

“I’m okay,” I assure Levi, rubbing my wrists. “A little shook up, but I’m fine. I promise. He’d been bugging me all night. I didn’t lock the door, I just, I just needed to use the washroom so badly, I didn’t think is all. It’s my fault, I—”

Levi cuts me off with a growl.

“No, it’s
not
your fault, baby. That guy is a dick and he’s gonna pay, trust me. I should have beaten the shit out of him a few months ago, when he made comments to me about you and your girls.” Levi’s jaw is tense. “Big John, call the cops. We’ll be pressing charges. And tell Luke to shut the place down for the night too. We’re fucking done. I’m taking Braunwyn home.”

“Levi, no, I’m fine. It’s only another hour before we close. I can last until then.”

“No fucking way, Braun, we’re closing now. You okay if I go help clear the place out? I’ll send Beth back here to be with you.” He looks me in the eye, making sure I’m all right.

“Honestly, I’m fine, Levi. Go do what you need to do, I’ll meet you out there in a bit. I’ll grab my stuff, then I’m going to call Grams.” I look past him at the pool of blood, unable to stop glancing at it.