“It’s different. I’m in love, dickhead.”
“Sorry to hear that. I think there’s pills you can-”
“I’m not kidding. Rose is going to be my sister-in-law someday and I know how you are. I don’t want you hurting her. She’s not your type, anyhow.”
Ouch. His barb hits home. In truth, a busty brunette with thick lips and hair I can wrap around my fist is exactly my kind of woman, but good friends are harder to find than a night of bliss. If not for my pals at Patten Securities, I’d be living in a cardboard box wallowing in a bottle of cheap whiskey.
“Unlike you, my handsy friend, I do not sleep with good girls.” I miss his response as he skates out of sight.Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.
We skate for a while and I let my partner fall, just once. Then, I lift her up under her arms and drag her up my body. My cock applauds my bold move and thickens. Apparently, he did not heed my pal’s warning and is chomping at the bit. I tuck her chin, stop, and inhale. Her hair smells of lavender, her body of another flower, but it’s her musk that shoots to my core.
Once upon a time I studied biology. All living beings, from the smallest virus to the giant redwoods, reproduce. Mammals make pheromones. Large breasts and thick lips are nature’s way of reminding me of a clitoris.
Bada bing, bada boom. The species survives.
Thank God, I respect science. Otherwise, I’d fall hard and fast for this curvaceous Venus in my arms. Lovey-dovey shit is fine for others but not for the likes of me. Like an itch, if I need sex, I scratch. Too bad the hives she creates in my libido is off limits.
Unaware of how I’ve been warned off, Rose points to the door leading to a warmer climate. “Want to get a drink? I think I’m done skating for the evening.”
I nod. “Order up, I’ll be right back.”
In the bathroom, I swap prosthetic legs, put the expensive prototype in my gym bag, and check myself in the mirror. My hand rakes through my short dark hair, sticking it up, making me more badass. Most women desire this part-Italian, part Irish, part-mutt exterior. The inner demons, I keep well hidden.
By the time I arrive at the bar, she has a beer waiting. We clink bottles, find a table, and park ourselves on tall stools.
Red fingernails wrap around her brew and with a shaking hand, she brings the amber glass to her lips. “Umm… So… You work with my sister’s boyfriend.”
“Yeah. Since last summer.” I don’t want her nervous around me, so I shoot her a smile and she returns it with a shy one of her own.
“Ex-military?”
“Mmm-hmm.” I finish my drink. “Want another?”
Looking around for her friends, she must spot someone because she relaxes back and nods. “Sure.”
When I return with another round, I point out the buffet table. “Are you hungry?”
After loading up our plates, we begin to eat, and as the conversation comes to a halt, I realize my dating skills suck wind.
Say something, you fucking moron.“Ah, you live around here?”
She laughs. “The same apartment building as Suds and Sam. Mia and I rent the floor below.”
“Right, Your famous sainted sister.” When I roll my eyes, she giggles and points at a woman whose face is being eaten by my pal.
“Recently, I’ve had the place to myself.”
Is that an invitation? My cock thinks so.“Are you saying you’re sleeping alone tonight?”
“Mmm-hmm.” As she eyes my lips and licks hers, I shift on my seat to release the pressure in my pants.
Oh fuck me. What harm could there be in a small taste? I lean in but leave the last inch for her, in case I read her wrong.
She stands on the rung of the stool, leans on her elbows, and connects. A buddy of mine was once stung by two-hundred-and-twenty volts. He had to be pried off with a two-by-four or would’ve died.
What’s happening inside my head is much the same. I can’t move, except for my mouth which operates fine. The kiss goes on for hours, minutes, or seconds. I’m not sure, but when we stop, I fall into a cheesy movie where everyone in the background disappears. The music fades, my heart pounds in my ears, and my joystick crams against my fly.
Holy balls. I am so screwed.
