6
Andi
Round Two
Isit on Lindsi’s bed while she moves across the room with a cute strapless top in her hands. Laying it out beside my leg, she steps back to the closet and goes in search for more.
My hair is washed. My body waxed. My teeth brushed. I put on just enough makeup to brush compliments off with an ‘oh, this? This is just how I look’, but enough that when I say that, Riley will know it’s a lie. My lashes are mascaraed enough that the tips fan my cheeks, and my lips glossed enough I intend to leave a ring around Riley’s cock in just an hour or so.
Call me a whore, but sucking his dick turns me the hell on.
“I can’t believe you’re messing around with the rookie.” Lindsi stops and clicks her fingers in front of my face. “He’s just a baby! I feel icky helping you slut up for him.”
“Nuh-uh.” A slow grin spreads across my face. “He’s not a baby, Linds. He’sallgrown up, and for some reason, the way he bosses me around is a turn on.”
She rolls her eyes and turns away in cute denim cutoffs and a sweater like she’s already on vacation. “Who’d have thought it? Little Miss Argues-About-Every-Damn-Thing enjoys being bossed around. I’m pretty sure that’s a psychological thing; you’re projecting daddy issues onto him or something.”
I tap her nose when she stops back in front of me. “Don’t ever say daddy while talking about sex again; its gross. And Riley’s bossy voice is sexy as hell. Every time he speaks, I wanna call him Officer and ask if this is the time he’s gonna show me his whip and butt plug collection.”
Stopping, she watches me through narrowed eyes. “Ew.”
I shrug. “You were onto something with this Latino cop thing, Linds. He’s whiter than us, but he’s got the Latin blood in there somewhere. He blew my damn mind after your wedding. I plan to spend the next six or so hours being used and abused, and when I’m done and can’t possibly come a single time more, I’m gonna stumble back home and pass the hell out. I’ll wake in time to cook dinner for the kids tomorrow night, promise.”
“You’re so disgusting.” She drops a skirt by my leg and folds her arms. “Don’t bring your sex germs back here, dirty girl, and make sure you shower before you get between my sheets. I don’t wanna smell you guys on my towels.”
“As if!” I push her away when she leans closer. “You’re theoriginaldirty girl; you’re older than me, Mrs. Franks. So don’t pretend I didn’t learn all my shit from you. It makes sense that since you bagged a hot cop, I’m having dirty cop dreams. And you’re so anti-sharing, so I gotta find my own.”
“You’re gonna marry Riley?” She lifts a brow. “Geez, Andi. You’re a changed girl. I always thought of you as a hit it and quit it kinda girl.”
“Are you insane?” I push her away. “I said I’m gonna give him a blowjob, not a wedding certificate.”
She walks away with a filthy grin. “I’m just saying; Riley Cruz looks to be the marrying type. He’s gonna put a baby in your belly and steal all your shoes. He’s too pure to be a one-night-stand kinda guy.”
“No, he’s not pure at all. He’s deliciously filthy.” I stand from her bed and whip my towel off. “Now go away so I can dress for him. I gotta spray glitter on my vag or something. Keep him on his toes.”
* * *
Riley toldme to come at seven. So I pull into his driveway at eight.
He told me we could eatafterwe fuck. So I went back to Franky’s and ate with Katrina and her kid, though I doubt she noticed me there, considering she spent her time watching a guy who sat in the corner. The mystery man sat with his single cup of coffee and his eyes down, andonlywhen Katrina was busy helping Mac with his homework did his light eyes come up from the newspaper he wasn’t reading.
I’m not from around here, so I don’t know everyone everywhere I go, and since I was worried about making a mess on the vinyl bench seat with my lack of panties and thoughts of Riley, I kept my trap shut and picked at my food.
Too nervous to truly eat, too wired up to have coffee or Coke, I picked, I consumed almost nothing, and now that I’ve spent a rebellious hour hoping to piss Riley off, I park in his driveway and work on my poker face.
He always has the power. So often, he makes my knees weak when he speaks, so I need to harden up and stop quivering just because he spanks good.
I didn’t bring an overnight bag, no toothbrush or hair ties –because I don’t intend to stay– so I grab my cell and keys, and climb out of my small rental car. My skirt is almost indecent, and my top works hard to keep my boobs in. With a trench coat pulled around my body – a trench coat Katrina’s teenage son kept grinning at like he knew too damn much for someone his age – I lock my door and walk over loose gravel toward the single story house that screams suburbia and ‘I want to marry a nice Christian girl and make two and a half babies’.
Not on my watch, Riley Cruz. Not my cooch.
I step across spongey green grass and onto the path, then up three steps to stop at the front door. I know he knows I’m here. He’s going to make me knock, then he’ll make me wait.
My hands shake more than they should, but I tap the solid wood with my knuckles, and when the door clicks open, I step forward with a frown. “Riley?” The door creaks as I push it further open and step into Riley’s home without invitation. “Hello? Don’t turn this into a scary movie. I’m not smart enough to live, and I don’t want to die with no panties.”
“Deedee.”
I spin at his commanding voice and face a living room to the right of the front entrance. Leather couches span across the center of the large room, and a large-screen TV covers the opposite wall. A shirtless Riley Cruz sits in his recliner with a remote control in his left hand and jeans that sit low on his hips and hug thick thighs.