“Swearing’s the worst, then?” I’m driving aimlessly now because I don’t want this conversation to end. It’s maybe the first time we’ve had a chance to simply talk without the past or the kids seeping in.
“Pretty much.” She smirks as she reaches across the console and gives my thigh a squeeze. “Well that, and I’m already afraid of losing you. Because men…” Her voice takes on a teary quality. “They don’t like my swearing even though at the start they lie about it and say it’s cute. Then they start telling me not to swear so much. And yes, I’d like to stop swearing, but not because a man is telling me that if I don’t they won’t stay with me.”
Even I’m smart enough to know she’s talking in metaphors. I keep my eyes focused on the road and my mouth shut. I don’t think she likes showing her softer side and this is as close to vulnerable as she’s come with me.
I hear her intake of breath and when she speaks her voice is steadier. “I want you to love me despite the fact that I swear. I want you to love me for everything I am.” She stops, then adds in a whisper, “And everything I’m not.”
She removes her hand from my thigh and faces forward again. She’s done talking.
My turn. Words, words, words, not my strong suit. “I love you, Selkie. I don’t give a shit that you swear.” I stop, decide to be honest. “But if you tell me to fuck off one more time, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank you until you’re screaming.”
She chuckles. “Yeah, okay. That’s fair. But what should I say instead?”
Good question. “Shut up. It might not work but so far ‘fuck off’ hasn’t either.”
“Okay. I’ll do my best,” she replies without conviction.
I don’t want her to think best is good enough, but I leave it for now.
“Where are we?” she says suddenly as she sits up straight and looks around.
“Still in Reno.”
“Turn right at the lights.”
“Why?” I ask as I follow her order. I drive down to the end of the street.
“Turn right again,” she says.
I brake hard, and whip around the corner too fast. “A little more notice next time would be helpful.”
I drive another couple of blocks, turning right and left as she instructs. A half block down she points a finger at an alley on Harold street that should be condemned. “In there. Park.”
Normally, I don’t let anyone order me around, but in this case I do as I’m told because I want to know the punchline.
She hops out of the truck and closes the door.
“C’mon,” she says through the window when I don’t immediately move.
Against my better judgement, I open the door and follow her down the disgusting alley until she stops. “Here’ll do.”
“Do what?”
She fists my Jacket and slams me against the wall. “You know what I like?” Her voice is husky and her hands are crawling under my shirt, fingers exploring my chest, sliding through the hair, then down to the waistband on my jeans, then inside them. She wraps her hand around my dick and squeezes.
“Are you fuckin’ nuts?” I say on a deep inhale of breath.
“Hasn’t that already been established?”
It’s dark, but I can see the shine in her eyes, the mischievous smile on her lip. Then she undoes my jeans, slides her hands down my thighs as she crouches in front of me.
My lips say, “Oh, fuck, Selkie, not here.” But my brain is shouting, holy shit is this a fuckin’ turn-on.
“Yeah here,” she replies after she runs her tongue down my hard as fuck wood. “Sometimes I like it dirty.” Her hand curls around my shaft and she pumps it as she nibbles at the head of my dick.
My fingers dig into the brickwork on the wall behind. “Selkie, this is not a good part of the city.” Yep, I’m getting a blow job, and I’m worried about what the neighbors might think.
She makes my dick jerk as she blows on it. “I know this place well. This is where I picked up Topher.”
