But, that night at the bachelor party, I learned another surprising part of myself. I wanted Xavier Cruz with a fervor I’d never known and I didn’t want anyone else to look at him, let alone touch him. I wasn’t in love with him, wasn’t even sure I liked him, but I sure as hell wanted to find out. I saw in his eyes that something or someone was haunting him. Maybe others wouldn’t recognize it, but I sure as hell did. I had seen that same haunted look in my own eyes growing up. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy and would require a lot of patience on my part, but I also felt in my heart that he’d be worth the wait.
“Hey, cutie.” JJ pulled Xavier into a one-armed hug then proceeded to ruffle his hair. “It’s good that you came home. For good, I hope.”
Xavier jabbed him in the ribs with his elbow a few times and JJ finally stopped. “You’re still so fucking annoying,” Xavier groused while he tried to straighten his messy hair.
I didn’t miss the smile that clung to his lips over JJ’s antics and I was ready to join Team Gray. I could even feel the growling snarl begin to rumble in my chest. Gray looked over at me as if he could sense my inner thoughts. He raised a questioning brow at me, but I only shrugged in response. I couldn’t put a label on anything that I felt that night, other than irritation that other men wanted Xavier. I wanted him to myself, but for how long, I couldn’t say.
“Let’s get to bowling,” Gram said coming up behind us. “Lennie wants to go home soon so I can tuck him in.” This was said with an exaggerated, lecherous wink that had all of us younger folks groaning with the images that pierced our skulls. “Oh shut up,” Gram snapped at us. “I may be old, but I’m not dead and I’m going to enjoy the sexy times with my man while I still can.”
“Please stop, Gram,” Chase begged.
The beers got passed around and I found myself relaxing and enjoying the night with my friends. At one point, Miller and JJ, being the consummate bachelors, started giving Chase and Gray a hard time about committing to one sex partner for the rest of their lives.
“I mean, don’t you get sick of having sex with him?” Miller drunkenly asked Chase while pointing at Gray. “I’m not saying you suck in the bedroom,” he quickly explained to Gray, “well I’m sure you suck there, and other places too, but what I meant was Chase having sex with just you. Forever!”
“I’m the luckiest man in the world,” Chase said sweetly. “It just gets better and better every time.”
“Baby, I’m the lucky one.” Gray pulled his fiancé into his arms for a heated kiss.
“I might puke in my mouth,” JJ stated flatly, but I didn’t miss the look he cast in Chase’s direction. I figured Gray was probably right and JJ was in love with Chase.
While JJ and Miller made gagging noises like ten year olds, I focused on Gray and Chase’s interactions. They were so in tune with each other that I found myself wondering for the first time if I was possibly missing out on something in my life. What would it feel like to have someone special waiting for me at home, ready to offer me a hug and kiss after a hard day? What if sleeping with the same man night after night felt like a sacred bond and not a noose? The more I questioned the more I drank. The next thing I knew the party was over and I was too far gone to drive. I’d never been much of a drinker and it was embarrassing that I had to get someone to drive me home. I looked around for Ellie, but couldn’t find her anywhere.
“She’s not here,” a soft voice said from behind me. “I’ll give you a ride, Ben.”
I spun around and found Xavier standing close behind me, so close I could smell him. God, how I wanted him to take me for a ride, but my idea for a ride and the one Xavier was talking about was a lot different. At least I wasn’t so far gone, that I blurted out what I was thinking.
“Thanks,” I answered with a slurred smile. “Where’d my best girl get to?”
“She wasn’t feeling good and left about six beers ago.” Xavier’s voice held a slight hint of derision. “Do you need help getting to my car?”
“Nah, I’m okay.” I walked a few steps behind him so I could look at his tight ass in those dark jeans. I also noticed how long his legs looked as they gobbled up the pavement on the way to his ..., “Oh my fucking God.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Xavier replied smugly.
I stood still, barely breathing, and stared at the magnificent piece of American history in the parking lot. It was one of the finest pieces of metal to come out of Detroit. How had I not noticed it when I arrived? “Is that a 68 or 69?” I asked when I found my voice. The parking lot lights shined their approving beams on top of her shiny black paint. I expected to hear angels singing at any moment. “What a fucking beauty. What’s her name?”
“Midnight Mistress is a 69 Camaro SS,” Xavier said in a loving voice. He turned around and looked at me. I peeled my eyes off of Mistress when I heard him laugh softly. “Are you going to just stand there and stare or get in her and go for a ride?”
I snapped out of my trance and walked over to the passenger side and waited while Xavier unlocked the door for me. I slid onto the soft leather seats and leaned across to unlock his door for him. We shut our doors at the same time and exchanged an easy smile when he put the key in the ignition. My dick and Mistress’s engine roared to life simultaneously. I whimpered slightly when Xavier gave her some gas and drove toward the parking lot exit. He chuckled softly letting me know he heard me, but I wasn’t embarrassed. I was pretty sure he understood how I felt.
I looked out over the long, sleek hood and all I could imagine was bending Xavier over it while I drove long and hard inside him. I had one hand fisted in his hair and the other one holding him down against the hood. I closed my eyes and could even hear the animalistic sounds I made as I fucked him. This man affected me in ways I never dreamed possible at this juncture in my life. After all, I was thirty years old and had never been involved in a relationship.
“You’ll need to tell me where I’m going,” Xavier said.
“Oh,” I said, not realizing he’d come to a complete stop.How long had we sat here while I had very dirty thoughts about what I wanted to do to him on the hood of his own car?I was thankful the interior of the car was dark enough to hide my raging hard-on. “Turn left,” I instructed him and forced my mind to focus on giving him directions so I could go home and replay my car fantasy when I was alone and could do something about it.
“This is a nice neighborhood,” Xavier said casually when he pulled into the driveway of my house.
“I like it a lot,” I replied. “My neighbor, Mrs. Hernandez, is also the property owner. She’s really a sweet lady and I’ve been happy here, but I want to buy my own home someday and have a bit more privacy.” I thought about Mrs. Hernandez’s attempts to fix me up with her granddaughter and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” Xavier sound confused over my sudden laughter.
“Mrs. Hernandez is always trying to fix me up with her granddaughter, Marisol.” I looked over at Xavier and saw the confusion on his face that matched his voice.
“That’s a bad thing?”
“Marisol is a beautiful young woman, but she’s not the one for me,” I answered honestly. “If Mrs. Hernandez knew my track record then she wouldn’t be trying to fix me up with her precious Marisol.”
