Personal Possessions (10 page)

She was waiting in the
doorway, with her arm holding the door half open. Wearing a long,
lavender silk nightgown, she was ready and waiting for me. I knew
that gown well I had bought it for her. Her long blonde hair flowed
down her back in wide springy spirals. Her makeup, flawless even at
midnight, as her lips shined as though the sun had personally
kissed them.

The front of the gown was
completely transparent and split at the breast, exposing everything
she was willing to offer me. I was in a mood. A mood that she could
see written all over my face, she knew what she was in store for -
there would be nothing that was off limits tonight.

“
Hard day there,
Mac?”

She asked in her breathy,
low toned voice. I didn’t answer her, I didn’t need to. Walking
past her and into the apartment, I heard her shut the door and lock
it. She went and poured us both a drink. I didn’t even have to tell
her what I wanted, she already knew. I could hear somewhere in the
background, soft music playing, which meant more than likely she
had candles lit.

I wasn’t here for the
romantic bullshit and deep down she knew that, but I just ignored
my surroundings and continued on with what was in front of
me.

She handed me the glass
that was two fingers full of scotch. . I shot mine back, as she
sipped on hers. I wasn’t here to make small talk, I was here to
fuck, and fuck a lot.

“Where to?” I
asked.

She set her drink down and
came up to me. Her face got close to mine as she looked deep in to
my eyes, “I see no change. They’re still completely
blank.”

She had pity written all
over her face. Well, if that’s the way she wanted to look at me, I
could fuck that pity right out of her. She shook her head back and
forth, and headed for the kitchen. I didn’t follow. I actually
internally debated just leaving, and picking some chick up at a
bar. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with this bullshit.

“Mac,” her voice,
seductive and alluring called out.

Setting my drink down on
the glass coffee table I began walking slowly into the kitchen not
knowing what I would find. Turning the corner, I saw her standing
facing the bar, her leg straddling up so her foot was resting on
top of it, her nightgown pulled up displaying her bare
ass.

“You looking for an
all-night buffet?” She coyly teased as she twisted her neck to see
me come up from behind her.

Staring at her, drinking
it all in; I was speechless. I have to say, she had a beautiful
body and she used it against men as though it was a deadly weapon.
I walked up behind her closer, and ran one finger down the middle
of her cheeks. Undoing my belt buckle, I was ready. I needed to
fuck my day away.

“Are you ready to be
thoroughly fucked?” I asked her as I ran my finger lower, watching
her arch back so that her ass bowed up. I could see her pussy
glistening, she was ready.

“Now, now Dani, it looks
as though you’re pre-gaming without me.” Foreplay was always her
niche. She loved it, but it looked as though she had started
without me this time.

“I’m sorry, I had too,”
She said quietly. I chuckled low in my chest and leaned down so
that I was next to her ear.

“Did you think of me?” I
whispered as I took her earlobe between my teeth and bit fairly
hard. I heard her gasp in pain but yet, her body language was
letting me know that she loved it.

“Tell me, were you
thinking about what I was going to be doing to you tonight while
you plunged your fingers in and out of you?”

Letting a moan escape, she
threw her head back and put her face towards mine, I pulled back
quickly. “Ah ah. You know the rules here, Dani.” She had never
tried that before, and she caught me off guard, almost catching my
lips with her own.

I had been having this
type of relationship with Dani for six months, and my lips had
never touched hers. That wasn’t what this was about. Kissing
brought intimacy into it, and I wasn’t here for that. I was here to
get what I needed and leave, she knew it and agreed.

Leaving those thoughts
behind, I added one more finger and slowly began running them up
between her lips. She was sloppy wet. This wasn’t a one-time get
off with her vibrator; she had been playing for a while.

“How many times did you
make yourself come, Dani?” I continued to slide my fingers back and
forth between her lips, while she remained silent. I began to take
my fingertips and stroke her slow, making circles around her
bulging clit. I knew she was enjoying this because I could feel her
relax and start circling her hips along with my rhythm.

Increasing the pressure of
my fingers, I fluttered them against her. Her hips sped up their
rhythm to keep up with me. My throbbing cock still tucked
uncomfortably in my pants, begging to pound into her.

Bending forward as I
gently, yet firmly pulled her hair up to meet me
halfway.

“
I won’t ask again,” I
demanded next to her ear again, she turned her head quicker this
time and swiped her tongue across my lips.

That did it, I was done
playing around. I made the rules here, not her. I was in charge of
this, not her. Reaching into my pants I released my cock that was
ready to thrust into any hot piece of ass by this point in
time.

I rammed inside of her,
laying my forehead on the back of her head. Relief at last. I heard
her moan in pleasure, and pulled out.

“Don’t you fucking dare
utter a sound, do you hear me? You broke the rules, now you don’t
get to enjoy any of this. You are going to fuck my day away and
come all over me, and I better not even hear a hum!” I
ordered.

Pushing deeper into her,
her head turned to the side so that I could see her mouth dropped
open, eyes closed. Oh, she was enjoying this, every inch deeper I
went the more she wanted to scream my name, but she fucked up and
now had to suffer the consequences.

I continually rammed up
against her until there was nothing left in my head. No thoughts of
work, no thoughts of Richland, and especially no thoughts of
her
.

Every thrust into her
wetness, I could feel her grip me tighter, which made me pound
harder, and before I knew it I was pushing her up against the
kitchen bar. She bit her lip so hard, I could see she had drawn
blood. She was loving it.

“That’s it. Milk me, Dani.
I’m going to blow my load on your back, and you’re not even going
to be able to beg me for a drop of it.”

I felt my orgasm building
as I pumped her three more times. Finally feeling my release come,
I pulled out and gushed all over her back. As I opened my eyes, I
saw
her
again.
Dark hair leaned over the bar, looking back at me, licking the drop
of blood off of her lip.

I must’ve started backing
up because I felt something cold on my back and realized I was up
against the fridge.

“You ok? Mac - what’s the
matter.” I saw Dani’s apartment around me but it wasn’t her. It
wasn’t her face, it wasn’t her voice. It was a soft, southern
accent that yielded those words.

“Give me a goddamn
minute!” I yelled in a panic.

I walked to the living
room, straight to the mini bar, and filled a glass up half way with
bourbon before slamming it down my throat. Closing my eyes, I
relished the fire that was burning a trail down my throat, then my
chest, till it finally reached my stomach.

“Mac,” I heard Dani’s
voice again, it was soft and hesitant. It was as though she was
scared to approach me, either that or she was giving me a minute. I
opened my eyes briefly, but was afraid to turn around so I closed
my eyes again.

“Fuck!!!” I yelled at the
top of my lungs, chucking the glass towards the wall Dani gasped.
My chest was heaving, as I gasp for breath.

“Mac - honey, come sit
down.”
“Why Dani?” I said as soon as she stopped talking. She just stared
in my eyes.

“Mac,” she stepped towards
me.

“Why did you go and fuck
this all up?” I accused.

She stopped instantly, her
face became pale. I don’t think she was expecting for me to call
her out on what she had done. It wasn’t technically a
kiss.

“Mac, can you not see how
I feel for you?”

I moved away from the bar,
but took the bottle with me. I put it to my lips taking a healthy
swig.

“I care about you deeply,”
She began walking towards me again. I laughed… loudly.

“You care about me?” I
asked through my frenzied laughs.

This whole time we had
been screwing each other, I didn’t even know what her profession
was. I didn’t really give a shit. Why all the sudden she was
allowing feelings to get in the middle of this was beyond
me.

“You don’t even know my
first name.”

I tucked myself back into
my pants and buckled my belt, looking for my shoes. This would end
up being the last time I would be in her penthouse.

“That’s just semantics,
Mac,” she said as she closed in on me and wrapped her arms around
my neck, pulling me down to attempt another kiss. I pulled away and
strode towards the front door.

“I’m leaving,” I blurted
out.

She put her hands to her
hips. “Ok, can we talk about this tomorrow over dinner? I am a
fabulous cook, maybe then you can fill me in on some important
information - like your first name,” she said giggling.

“No, I mean, I’m leaving
Boston.”

What the fuck was I
saying? I was making this shit up as I went along. The smile left
her face.

“
Oh Ok. Well can we get
together when you get back?”

Was she seriously not
getting what I was saying? Now I really began to wonder what she
did for a living, because she didn’t seem too smart.

“No Dani. I’m leaving,
leaving Boston for good.”

It finally hit her. “No,
look Mac, we can work this out. We have been doing this for months
now. Don’t you think it’s time to move our relationship to the next
level?”

I looked at her, stunned. I never promised her anything. I told her
that when we started this little friends with benefits
arrangement.

“What relationship, Dani?
I told you that this…” I pointed between me and her “…would never
lead to anything other than sex. I meant it.”

Setting the bottle of
liquor down on the coffee table, I moved towards the door to
leave.

Closing her eyes, she
dropped her hands and nodded her head once. “I see,” continuing to
keep her eyes closed.

I felt bad that she was
upset, but I was not apologizing for this. I can’t help it if she
broke the rules. That was her own fuckin’ fault, I never told her
any different.

“Goodbye, Dani,” I
mumbled.

I could hear her sniffling
as she whispered, “Bye, Mac,” never opening her eyes to look at
me.

On my way home, I began to
think about what I had said to Dani. I really considered the
possibility of moving. I was going to own the company outright I
wouldn’t have a partner. Maybe this was what I needed - a new
start. I would mention it to Greg tomorrow when we discuss the
buyout at the meeting, for now I needed to go home, take a shower
and pass out.

Walking through the front
door, I heard what sounded like someone being killed in Greg’s
room, so I slammed the door so they would know I was home. When I
was done with my shower I headed for the kitchen, to grab myself a
beer.

Picking up my laptop off
the kitchen table, I trudged to my room to lay in my bed. Turning
on my phone to check it, I saw Judi’s text and opened it
up.

“Kip Lawson: Private
Investigator”

Staring at that name on my
phone, followed by an email address and phone number, I fought
internally over what to do. “Once you do this, Trevor, there’s not
going back,” I said aloud. Dialing the number, it began to ring…One
ring…

What Rachel had said to me
that morning had stuck with me all day. I wasn’t surprised by what
I had heard about Bear not being the same man that we knew in high
school, I found this shit out the night my life came crashing down.
What bothered me was that she was being affected by him.

You think cut you got
money, you’re owed something’, well I’m about to prove to you… and
to her that y’all aint shit!”

What Bear had said to me
that night kept ringing true in my head.

I heard the beep of Kip’s
voice mail.

“Mr. Lawson, my name is
Trevor McHale. Please give me a call back at your earliest
convenience. I will be available tomorrow between the hours of 10am
and 6pm.”

I would see how this
played out if I heard back from him tomorrow. Shutting my laptop, I
laid there listening to the sounds of Greg’s wailing. Sounded as if
that chick, whoever she was, was making him her bitch.

Eventually, I drifted off
to sleep with thoughts of Vermont sounding like a nice change of
scenery.