One thing sticks in my mind.Theron told me he loves me.Hesitantly, I touch myself between my thighs as the shower water beats down on my head.I am still engorged; my pussy is swollen and thirsty for more.
He said it.That much is true.
Oh, Aila.I love this.I love you.
Should I take those words at face value?Something said in the spur of the moment as the blood made his thick cock heavy, causing the veins to strain against the thin sheath as the muscles flexed all those inches?
No, that’s not what my memory is cloudy about.
And instead of being embarrassed about his amorous declaration, Theron doubled down!Asking me if I felt the same way, followed by a disapproving furrow deepening his brow.
It feels like some kind of relentless pursuit.I can’t remember getting dressed afterwards, and when I stripped off my clothes for this shower, I’d found my panties gone and my body stripped of spunk and sex juices.
Shutting off the faucet with a snap, I go back to the room.It’s clear that my mom left early this morning and hasn’t come back.Her beach bag full of sunscreen and lip balm is gone.
Everything seems to be happening so fast.It feels as though I am being corralled into making a very important decision before the rest of the holidaymakers arrive.
Mom meets a nice, eligible man.Check.
We get jobs and a roof over our heads.Check.
Theron and I hook up and pair off.Check.Check.
I feel pressured to tell him I love him back.But I can’t.That part of me is sealed off.
Ugh.I hate feeling like this.I’m no angel, but Theron seems intent on putting me up on a pedestal.I despise putting people into categories.Bad girl.Cool girl.Manic pixie dream girl.
Anyone who accepts a label will spend the rest of their life trying to stay in character.Just like my mom.
I bet some early version of a long-term boyfriend told Amelia O’Hara that she was born to be a stay-at-home mom and housewife with a man who brought home the bacon.Because she damn well sure spent the rest of her life trying to be that.
Sitting in front of the dresser mirror, I run my fingers through my wet hair and stare at my face.Just my bad luck to attract a man who looks friendly on the outside while the inside hides his hunter instincts.
The reflection in the mirror shows me that the doorknob is turning.Gasping, I swivel around as the door opens.
“Mom!Jesus.You scared the crap out of me.Did Ben turn in early?”
I don’t need a crystal ball to tell me that Mom is pissed.Straddling the chair so I can face her, I wait for my mother’s anger to fall on me like molten lava.
“What happened up at La Pas?Did you meet that biker there?Is he the reason why you wanted Si to hire a doorman?”
“Take a chill pill, Mom.It’s like I told you.Some barfly got handsy with me in the parking lot.If it hadn’t been for?—”
I was going to say “my ability to show a man when no means no,” but something stops me.Sure, I fought as hard as I could to free my wrists from Belt Buckle’s vice-like grip, but I wasn’t getting anywhere.Then the man vanished as if he had stepped into a vortex.
Did Theron have anything to do with that?There was no way Belt Buckle would have apologized by leaving two grand blowing in the parking lot wind.That part of events never made sense to me.
Mom snaps her fingers in my face.“I’m talking to you, Missy!I want answers.”
“S-sorry.What were you saying?”
“I asked if you were having an affair with one of those bikers?For God’s sake, Aila.You could have any man you want.You’re gorgeous, just like me when I was your age.You do not have to settle for someone like Theron or Hunter or whatever the fuck his name is.”
That makes me spitting mad.All of a sudden, my lowdown dirty biker’s better personality traits pop into my mind.
“Theron asks my permission before he even thinks about making a move, Mom!Not once has he overstepped the mark verbally or physically.How many men can you say that about nowadays?”
My mom’s eyes narrow.“Sounds like the two of you got real cozy while I was visiting with Ben.”
