Promises, Promises (25 page)

After a while, I went to the bathroom to get rid of the condom and clean up. I came back and Izzy was putting her wet clothes back on. “What are you doing?” I asked her while giving a small chuckle. Why would you put on wet clothes?

“Umm, I...I figured we were done and we’d probably go to lunch.” She said shyly. What the hell is going on in that head of hers? I felt like I needed to lay it down for her.

“Izzy. Take off your wet clothes. Get back in bed and I’ll throw your wet stuff in the dryer. When they’re dry, we’ll head out to eat. Got it?” I said with a smirk. We’re going to talk some shit out, I decided. I grabbed her clothes, after she slowly got back in bed, still looking unsure, and I ran downstairs and threw them in the dryer.

I returned to my room and got right back into bed pulling her to my chest. I thought she might tell me things easier if she wasn’t looking at me or gauging my expression. I was glad she snuggled in. She fit perfectly with me. It just felt right.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” I asked. She shrugged. Maybe I should get her an Amberbock. “Let me guess. You think you’re a rebound and thought if we just left, we wouldn’t talk about it again. Am I getting warm?” She shrugged again, but I could feel her smile into my chest. I kissed her forehead and hugged her. “You are not a rebound.” Nothing. No reaction. “Are you not answering me because you don’t believe me? Or because you don’t want it to be more than a rebound?”

She whispered, “The first one.” I nodded and hugged her tighter.

“Well, I’ll just have to prove it to you then.” I bent my head down and kissed her passionately. God, I love kissing her. Her lips were so soft. I hugged her tight and we broke our kiss. She returned her head to my chest. I started playing with her hands, pressing our hands together and entwining our fingers together.

She took a deep breath. “I was a virgin when I first met HIM.” She let that hang in the air for a little while.

I realized she was around 22 then. How was that possible being that she’s so freaking gorgeous? “I thought Mel said you dated a lot in college.” I was trying to figure out how any college guy didn’t take her virginity and why she let her ex do it.

“I pushed them away when they started getting too close. I…didn’t want to be like my Mom.” I nodded thinking about her and her ex and then realized that I’m the only other guy she’s slept with.

She snuggled in close seeming to be relieved about telling me her secret. I hugged her tight and kissed her head. I began to rub her back and she sighed deep and looked up at me.

I began to kiss her deeply again. She moaned into my mouth as I placed my hand on her cheek. We began to kiss harder and our hands ran slowly over each other’s body. I cupped her breast squeezing her hard nipple and she moaned into my mouth. She ran her hand along my body down to my hard cock. I couldn’t wait to get back inside her as she gripped my shaft tightly. I kissed her neck and moved on top of her. I reached down and felt how wet she was for me already. I grabbed another condom and sat up, rolling it down my shaft.

I lowered myself on top of her and kissed her deeply as she spread her legs to let me enter. We both moaned into each other’s mouth at the intense feeling we were sharing. She began to grind her hips into me as I thrust myself slow and hard into her.

The feeling was so intense. It wasn’t just sex, we were definitely making love. I continued to thrust slow and hard as I listened to her deep breaths and whimpers. She began to moan longer and I knew she was close. I wasn’t sure if she was over her issue of me having to tell her to come, so I thrust faster into her and whispered, “Come with me baby,” into her ear. She moaned and shuddered hard, hugging my body tightly to her while squeezing my cock into coming with her. I exploded into her, thrusting faster as she pulled me harder with her spasms.

We lay there breathing fast and I kissed her neck. That had to be the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. It was deeper than I’ve ever had with anyone ever. I couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same. She hugged me and kissed my neck as we lay there for a while.

I heard the dryer sound off that her clothes were dry at the same time my phone rang. I let it go to voicemail. I wanted to hold her so much longer. She kissed me deeply again. Her eyes were bright as she giggled and said, “That was…pretty intense.” She exhaled a deep breath, smiling.

“Yeah, it was.” I kissed her again and heard her stomach growl. She giggled again. Man, I’ll never tire of her giggling. I tickled her lightly and kissed her cheek. “Someone needs to eat, I guess.” I chuckled. “Come on, let’s get that lunch I promised you.” I went to the bathroom to clean up and Izzy ran downstairs to get her clothes from the dryer.

I was just thinking about how incredible our lovemaking was and hoping it would be like that each time.

Then I heard the front door open and shut. Did she just leave? What the fuck is going on now? I threw my jeans on and ran downstairs to find Fucking Whore standing in the living room staring at Izzy, who was just finishing putting her top on over her bra. Fucking Whore had her mouth opened, clearly disgusted and sneered, “Well, it sure didn’t take you long at all to find a replacement!”

Are you kidding me? “What the fuck are you doing here?” I spat at her.

“I left you a voicemail telling you I was coming over to get the rest of my clothes out of the spare bedroom.” She snarled as she eyed Izzy with daggers.

“Why didn’t you knock before coming in here?” I snapped
at her.

“Because I still have a key and figured you were in the shower, but I guess you were too busy fucking one of your bar whores!” She shouted back at me, holding up her key.

“She’s not a whore; you’re the only fucking whore in here. After all, I did walk in on you bent over with some guy!” I reminded her.

“Well, that’s more than I ever got from you since you worked all the fucking time!” She spat back.

I looked over at Izzy, sorry that she had to hear this crap. She walked into the kitchen to let us have it out. Shit, I feel bad for Izzy. “Give me back my key, get your shit and get out!” I yelled at Fucking Whore. She threw her keys at me and stomped past me up the stairs. I heard her huffing while she grabbed her clothes.

I walked into the kitchen with an apologetic look. “Sorry about that. That’s the last thing you should have to hear after what we just shared.”

She shrugged, “It’s alright. I understand.” She swallowed and looked away as she leaned on the kitchen counter, then giggled. “Is there ever going to be a time when we won’t have someone walking in on us?”

I chuckled at that. “Damn, I hope so!” I was glad she could make a joke at a time like this.

Fucking Whore came down the stairs with an arm full of clothes. I ran and opened the door for her as she stormed past me. “Figures you’d have a rebound that quick; what else did I expect?”

“She’s not a rebound, she’s my girlfriend and you have no right to even talk to me about finding someone else. Don’t call me again and don’t come here again.” I yelled as I slammed the door in her face.

I walked back to the kitchen where Izzy had grabbed her shoes and was putting them on. She looked up and joked, “Well, that was fun!” with a smirk. She stood up and I hugged her.

“Ready to get something to eat?” I decided there was nothing else to say about what just occurred with Fucking Whore. She gave me a sly grin, batting her eyelashes. “I’ll only leave with you, if we take the bike!”

I smiled, “Deal.”

We left the house after I put my shirt and shoes on. I checked my phone and saw several texts from Fucking Whore before she came over. Fucking Whore was still in her car in my driveway talking on the phone to someone.

Izzy and I hopped on my bike and headed out. I saw Fucking Whore’s face as Izzy wrapped her arms around me and put her head down facing the other direction. Fucking Whore looked pissed and disgusted. I was glad we were done. Why I stayed with her so long, I couldn’t figure out, other than just wanting to be with someone.

We could have actually walked to the diner, but since Izzy loves the bike, I couldn’t say no. It was an added bonus that Fucking Whore was still there to see us get on the bike she hated so much.

We pulled into the parking lot and went in taking a window seat. We opened up our menus and my phone rang. I looked down. I clicked it off when I saw who it was. “Her again?” Izzy asked, smirking.

“Yep.”

“What’s good here?” She asked changing the subject.

Chapter 18

Izzy

After our meal, we headed back to the townhouse so I could get ready for work. I had to admit I was a little nervous about how it would be at work tonight. You know…now that I’m banging my boss. Crude, I know. He did say I was his girlfriend to Sheila, so I know at least it’s not just a fling between us. I hope.

I couldn’t help but think about how gorgeous Sheila really was and wondered if he didn’t look at her and want her back just a little bit. I made sure to spend extra time on my hair and makeup, just in case he had any thoughts about missing her. She seemed to still be calling him a lot. I tried my best not to get jealous after all the lessons I had learned about that topic, but I couldn’t help it after getting a look at her. At least before I met her, if you could call that meeting her, I pictured her to look like a horrible nasty person. But seeing her in person, I was shocked at how beautiful she really was.

I shook off my feelings and headed to work. Sandy, Mark and some of the waitresses were already there opening up. “Wow, you look smokin’, Iz!” Mark admired as he looked me over.

Sandy smirked, “Yeah, you do! You look like you’re glowing too! Did you two finally hook up?” she asked elbowing me.

I turned red and tried to change the subject, “Umm…what else needs to get done before opening?”

Mark started to tease me, ignoring my attempt to ignore their comments. “If they didn’t, they will soon,” he started laughing.

I rolled my eyes, laughing and shaking my head. “I’ll go refill the cocktail napkins!” I turned to walk to the stock room. I grabbed a stack of cocktail napkins and turned right into Z.

“Hey you!” he smiled big, pressed his lips to mine, kissing me hard.

“Hey…” I stammered as he pulled back, smirking at me. I don’t know why it felt awkward all of a sudden. I bit my lip and looked up at him.

“Damn, you look gorgeous tonight.” Then he bent down and whispered in my ear, “You also look fucking hot with no makeup on, especially when you’re lying under me.” Warmth spread like fire through my body. He kissed me again, this time harder and more passionate. He pulled back after our kiss.

“You doing alright? You seem a bit nervous.” He asked me with his brows pulled together, clearly concerned.

“No, I’m fine. I guess I was feeling like this might be a bit awkward.” He kissed me gently then put his forehead to mine.

“Nah, we’ll just work the same as always together. No worries, okay?” I nodded. He gave me another quick kiss and we walked out.

Mark and Sandy were laughing with each other and looked over smiling at the two of us walking out together. I came behind the bar and started loading the napkins and anything else I could do to stay busy. Z walked back to his office so Sandy came running over, smiling huge. “So spill it! When, where, how long?”

“Sandy!” I cried out embarrassed.

She started giggling. “I guess Mark coming here made him speed things up a bit.”

“What do you mean? Speed what up?” I looked at her questioningly.

Mark came over, “Oh please, Z’s been so into you since you stepped in here. That first night he was undressing you with his eyes!”

I hit his arm, “Mark!”

He laughed, “It’s true! He’s had it bad for you for a while now!” I bit my lip and thought about it. How did I miss that? It was really good to know that and it helped squash some of those inferior feelings I had of comparing myself to Sheila, since they were still together at that point.

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The rest of the week flew by. Mostly, we stayed over at his place at night, staying up until we were exhausted after making love endlessly. In the morning, he would go to his gym after dropping me off at my place and I would go for my run, then we’d meet back up for lunch.

Before I knew it, it was another packed Saturday night at the bar. Flynn and Melanie came in and sat down. I served them their drinks.

“So…” Melanie started, “are you excited about tomorrow?” I looked at her confused. “What do you mean? What’s tomorrow?”

Flynn started laughing. “It’s the block party!”

I was still confused why I’d be so excited. “Umm, I guess, what do you mean?”

Melanie looked shocked and sang, “Helloooo!” She gave me a quizzical look not understanding why I wasn’t getting it. “You’re going to meet his family!”

I hadn’t thought of it that way. “Well, before I was going as his friend’s roommate...”

Melanie interrupted my thought process, “Yeah and now you’re going as his new girlfriend!” I swallowed hard and looked away. Shit. I didn’t think of it that way, although it should have been obvious.

Flynn waved me off, seeing my nervous expression. “Don’t worry about it! His parents are awesome! His brother will love you too.” I started to become more nervous. I forgot about his brother.

“Miss!” I heard someone calling. I walked over to a guy and his girlfriend. “Can I get a Michelob and a martini for my girl here?”

“Sure.” I turned and grabbed his beer and started making her martini. I looked up and watched Z hug some guy excitedly. Z was smiling huge and I was trying to figure out who the guy might be. He looked oddly familiar. He was slightly taller than Z. I turned and served my customer, took his money and gave him change.

Before I knew it I was slammed with more customers. I finally looked up again and Z, that guy, Melanie and Flynn were chatting together. Suddenly, I became really nervous as I realized ‘that guy’ had to be Z’s brother, Matt. I turned and ran right into Mark, spilling the Sex on the Beach I just made all over me. “Shit!” I exclaimed.