Sin for Love Page 3

  “And when Mr. Siebert asked him if there was something he wanted to share with the class, he said no. Then Mr. Siebert said”—Raegan dropped her voice low—“’If it was that good, I wouldn’t share either.’” We both burst out laughing.

  Clutching my sides because they hurt from laughing so much, I got up to refill our wine glasses. When I got back, Raegan’s face had sobered up and she was holding up three charm bracelets that had been linked together.

  I sat back down next to her and put my arm around her shoulders before she said, “I wish we could still wear these. I still can’t believe we found ones that said Best Bitches Forever!” She rubbed the charm that had ‘Best’ engraved on it with her thumb for a minute before setting it to the side.

  Memories of the day when we found the bracelets came rushing back to me. Raegan, Ruby, and I had been spending the day at the mall and Ruby had dared us to go into Spencer’s Gifts. We’d always seen the older kids going in the store but had been too intimidated to join them. We’d known they had naughty stuff in there, including a back room that you had to be eighteen or older to go in. But once Ruby had dared us to do something, we’d done it, no matter what the consequences would be. When we finally went in, we’d discovered a whole new world of band t-shirts, hair dye, and the charm bracelets that shouted to the world that we would always be together. My heart broke all over again when I picked up the bracelets and placed them back into the box.

  Raegan sat back against the couch and took a long sip of wine. She looked up at me and said, “Ruby would be happy that you have a date, you know.”

  I sighed and said, “I know. And she’d want all of the details after. I still talk to her sometimes. I like to think that she is listening.”

  "Candy is dandy, but liquor is quicker." ~ Ogden Nash

  “Reese"

  All I could think about was Tessa rubbing herself on my cock. The memory of her tits pressed up against my chest and her teeth in my neck when she came had kept me hard for most of the past twenty hours. I had heard that you were supposed to go to a doctor if your erection lasted longer than eight hours. But what if it went away just long enough for you to fall asleep but then popped back up as soon as you start dreaming about her? I thought to myself, I really hope my dick doesn't fall off.

  I made sure that I had enough time to get to The Happy Valley before Tessa because I wanted to watch her walk up. Those long legs of hers had been made to wrap around me. I knew I better stop thinking about her legs and start thinking about something else before she arrived. She would think all I wanted from her is sex. I wanted so much more.

  I told myself to think about hockey and who was playing this week. But that didn’t work, I fucking hate hockey and knew nothing about it. Then I started thinking about old people like Betty White, but I then remembered that she was kind hot when she talked all dirty. Shit, this wasn’t helping at all. I knew it was going to be so hard to walk away from her tonight when all I wanted to do was drown in her.

  I had my head down, staring at my boots, as I was leaning against my bike, trying to figure out how the fuck I was going to walk away when I heard footsteps coming toward me. I looked up to find a confused look on Tessa’s face. I couldn’t think of what could be wrong. She was wearing jeans that hugged every curve of her body so she should be okay riding.

  "You've got to be joking. That is your bike?" she asked.

  That was enough to make my dick want to crawl back up inside of my body. I stood up turned toward my bike and said, "Well, one of them. Why? Is there something wrong with it?"

  She looked like she was recovering from shock. Then she said, "Um. Uh. Well, no there isn’t anything wrong with it. I really, really like it. It is just that I saw one like that the other morning and um… Never mind."

  "Oh no, you aren't getting off that easy. Tell me what you were going to say.”

  Her sweet lips curled up into a smile before she looked me right in the eyes when she said, “Well, you see, I was drinking coffee in my apartment and I saw a bike just like this one drive up. Let’s just say I did get off that easy just by looking at it. I wanted to know what it would be like to feel the rumble between my thighs."

  The surprise on my face must not have registered because she did that sexy thing women do where she popped out a hip and placed a hand on it while holding out her other hand and wagging her fingers at me, all while staring at my bike.

  "Give me my helmet. I want to feel this kitty purr."

  I jumped into action and handed her the extra helmet I’d brought for her. I hadn’t known what her reaction would be to being picked up on a bike, but I couldn't be happier.

  After making sure that her helmet was securely on top of Tessa’s gorgeous head, I jumped on my bike and started her up. She came to life, greeting us with a deep growl as her engine hummed. I looked back to where Tessa was standing and watched as she jumped up and down, clapping her hands and making her tits bounce. Damn, I could watch that all day, but we had places to go and drinks to drink. I reached out for her hand and she climbed on the back, wrapping her arms around me tightly before we took off.

  I didn't want to have to vie for her attention tonight, so I took her to a small pub that a friend had told me about. You see, tonight I only had one thing in mind—getting her ridiculously drunk. Not to take advantage of her—I'd never do that—but to get her to push her limits on consumption and see where it takes us.

  After about a twenty-minute drive with Tessa's arms wrapped around me and her thighs squeezing my legs every few minutes, we pulled up to McCools, an Irish pub where the food was authentic, the drinks were cheap, and the shuffleboard always had plenty of sand. After finding a parking spot, I cut the engine. Not wanting Tessa to let go, I just sat there, waiting for her to make the move to get off the bike. I felt her thighs tighten once more before she released her grip.

  "Oh, Reese, that was so good," she said while smiling, taking off her helmet and handing it to me.

  I caught her hand and pulled her body against mine to whisper in her ear, "It was good for me too, beautiful. Now let’s go get a drink." I started walking toward the entrance and opened the door, motioning for her to go through first, but there was no way I was letting go of her hand until I had to.

  "Party of two?" the hostess asked.

  "Yes. Can we sit at the bar?" I replied.

  "Of course. Right this way," she said as she led us back to the bar area. I was happy to see that it was early enough that no one had claimed the shuffleboard yet.

  “I know you love your Tequila-O’s, but have you ever had a Jäger bomb?” I asked Tessa, hoping she would choose a strong drink.

  “No, but I’m always willing to try anything once,” she said, giving me the answer I had been looking for.

  After ordering our drinks—since I was driving, it was beer for me—I turned to Tessa and said, "Bet you a kiss that I can beat your ass at shuffleboard."

  "What the fuck is shuffleboard? Isn't that what old people play on cruises?" she asked while covering her mouth and trying to hold back a laugh.

  "Hey, don't knock shuffleboard. It is a game of finesse and skill," I responded while she slammed the Jäger bomb that had been placed on the bar. "Another before we move over there?" I asked and she nodded.

  After Tessa took another Jäger bomb and ordered a beer, we moved over to a small bar table by the shuffleboard and I began explaining how to play.

  "So you’re saying that I can hit your puck out of the way to keep you from getting points? Oh this is going to be fun!" Tessa said with a sparkle in her eye that told me she had a competitive side.

  "Ladies first" I said while handing her a red puck.

  "Okay, but you should know I'm no lady," she replied and moved to take her turn. When the puck flew down the track and slid off the end, she turned to me with a pout on her face.

  "It's okay. Like I said, this is a game of finesse. You have to be gentle with the puck."

  "I don't do gentle," she
said with a straight face.

  Oh yeah, the Jäger was working quickly, so I signaled over to the bartender to get her another one.

  "Here. Watch how I do it."

  I gently pushed the blue puck down to settle in the last section, giving me four points. I turned to look at Tessa and my grin was wiped from my face as I saw the determination in her eyes.

  "You're going to lose those points, buddy," she warned while picking up her next puck, which sailed across the table and fell off before it even crossed the first line. "This game sucks."

  "You're just doing it too hard." The words were out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying.

  Walking up to stand right in front of me, she tipped her head to the side and said, "But I like it hard."

  This was going too fast. I needed to slow things down and she needed to drink more to accomplish what I needed to tonight. Luckily, her drink arrived just then and interrupted us as we were standing there and staring at each other.

  “These taste like candy, but if you keep ordering them for me, you are going to have to call a cab because I won't be able to ride," she said before finishing the drink.

  "Don't worry. I got you," I replied and slid another puck down the table.

  Tessa picked up her puck and lightly slid it down the table. The puck traveled past the second line to score her two points and she started jumping up and down and clapping. We played like that for a couple of more games and as many Jäger bombs for Tessa. When she said that her head was spinning, we retreated back to a private booth to drink our beers.

  "I'm glad I went out with you tonight. Old people really know how to party. Shluuffleboard is fun!" Tessa's words were getting pretty slurry at this point.

  "You were getting pretty good those last couple of games. For a minute I thought you might win," I said with a wink. “But we made a bet, and well, you lost. I'll be collecting on that soon. First I want to know why it was like pulling teeth to get you to go out with me."

  I watched as Tessa bit her lip. She looked like she was trying to decide what answer to give. She finally settled on, "I don't do relationships."

  "What do you mean you don’t do relationships?”

  "I get bored, okay? I have certain…” She hesitated before continuing. “Certain needs. And they can't be met by just one person. So I fuck, I bang, I get down and dirty, but I don't date."

  "Tell me about your needs."

  The words came rolling out of her mouth like I had turned on a faucet. “I like, no… I love sex. Lots of sex. Lots of different kinds of sex. I tried relationships before and I kept hurting people because they couldn't keep up with me or didn't like things that I did. There was always something about me that they wanted me to change. I always sleep naked, I like toys, I like to be tied up, I am too demanding, I want too much, I ask for too much, I need too much. Men couldn't understand why I liked women and women couldn't understand why I needed cock. After being rejected for being me so many times, I couldn’t take it anymore. So I stopped dating.” I knew by the look in her eyes that she was telling me more than she had intended to. I stood up and slid into the booth next to her.

  I was so close to her that I could smell her sweet skin. I would never get enough of her. She’d had enough shots to bring a man to his knees, and the alcohol was making her eyes glossy. I knew I should be the gentleman and take her home, but I couldn’t just yet. I had to touch her, to taste her.

  Leaning in, I whispered, “I can give you what you need."

  Before she could reply, I slammed my lips into hers. Hours of needing to taste her crashed over me as her soft lips moved against mine and she opened to let me explore her mouth, her tongue meeting mine. I didn’t want this to be how she remembered me touching her for the first time—drunk in a booth at a pub—but the need to touch her and feel her come was so forceful that it was pulling me under like a strong current.

  I took the chance and reached over to unbutton her pants, quickly pulling down the zipper before she could protest. My hand slipped down past her panties to find her wet and ready for me. I pulled back and stared into her eyes to make sure she was okay with what I was doing under the table.

  She breathed, “More,” and grabbed the back of my head to pull me to her once more.

  I let my tongue mimic my fingers as I rubbed circles around her nub, increasing the pressure until I felt her moan in my mouth.

  After a few minutes, her legs began to shake and I knew she was close. I pushed my hand farther into her pants to allow me to push a finger inside of her tight pussy and continued rolling circles around her clit with my thumb. It didn't take long for me to feel her pussy tighten around my finger as she came for me. I released her and she sank back into the booth. Knowing she was fully satisfied, I lifted my hand to my mouth and licked a finger. It was the most amazing taste I had ever experienced in my whole life.

  To my surprise, I looked up to find Tessa passed out cold. Oh shit, I thought. I forgot to ask her where her apartment was so I could get her home safe. I knew she had her ID on her and that had to have her address right? I just needed to find it. After searching through all of her pockets, I finally found her ID, but the address on it couldn’t have been right. She’d said that she lived in an apartment downtown and this address was nowhere near downtown.

  It was already two in the morning, so I couldn’t just go knock on some fucking door hoping that she knew the people living there. And I knew she was going to have one doozie of a headache when she woke up. I wished I could take that away or stop it from happening, but it was a part of this process and that made it necessary.

  Just don't hurt the panties!

  “Tessa”

  The pounding in my head started before I even opened my eyes, and I tried to force myself back into unconsciousness. I knew there was no way it would work because once I was awake there was no going back. I let my eyes open and tried to adjust to the light streaming in through the… Wait, I thought. What the fuck? I didn’t have windows in my bedroom. The realization that I was not at home caused me to start to panic and I launched out of bed.

  My head strongly protested the quick movement and let me know that it was not okay to move by sending lightning bolts of pain through my brain. Closing my eyes, I steadied myself by placing my hands on the bed. I will not throw up. I will not throw up. I will not throw up. I repeated the words over and over again in my head. The sheets were white and I would never get them clean if I threw up on them. I again realized that I was not in the safe comfort of my own home, and I slowly stood up and opened my eyes to take in my surroundings.

  I had been sleeping in a massive four-poster bed complete with a gazillion pillows and beautiful orange and white bedding. The room was simplistic luxury with black and white photos framed on the walls. I squinted my eyes to see where the bright light was coming from and found a window with thin curtains that had been pulled closed, not doing much to keep the harsh light from the room.

  The rest of my senses were starting to wake up, and the scent of breakfast was in the air. Finding out where the scent was coming from turned out to be pretty easy as the table on the other side of the room near the window was covered in little plates with silver domes on top, no doubt there to keep the goodies inside warm. And to my relief, there was a carafe of coffee as well. I took a few steps toward the table and stopped dead in my tracks when I realized I was stark naked. I didn't feel the sweet soreness that came after a romp in bed, so someone must have brought me here stripped me down, put me in bed, ordered me room service, and then just left.

  At first, I didn’t remember much about last night. Then pieces started flowing through my mind. Reese kicking my ass at shuffleboard. My fifth Jäger bomb and how I broke the glass when I’d stacked it on the table. The way Reese’s fingers knew exactly where to touch me.

  Walking over to the table, I saw a card propped up next to the coffee carafe. After pouring myself a cup of the life-saving liquid, I opened the envelope.


  Dear Tessa,

  I hope you slept well. It was difficult leaving you. Thank you for my prize.

  Reese.

  I didn’t know what prize he was referring to but my head hurt too much to try to figure it out. In the movies, hotels like this always had a big white fluffy robe in the closet, so I went on a hunt to see if that was true. And to my delight it was! In the closet next to the bathroom, I found the fluffy hidden treasure and wrapped myself in its softness. A quick peek inside the bathroom and I promised myself a dip in that enormous tub before I left. But first I needed to settle my queasy stomach, and the only way to do that was a large amount of greasy food. I had a feeling that was what was waiting for me under those shiny domes on the table.

  The food and hot bath took the edge off that I needed to at least be able to function. My mom, sister, and I had our monthly girls’ day planned for today. At least this time it was Mom's turn to set everything up, so I knew we were in for hours of pampering.

  It was time to leave the cloudlike softness of my fluffy robe behind, get dressed, and go. I found my clothes from last night folded on top of the couch, but there were two very important items missing. Where the fuck are my bra and panties? I spent the next fifteen minutes searching frantically for them, but it was no use. They weren't in this room, and since I didn’t remember getting naked, I lost hope of ever seeing them again. Could they be the prize Reese had mentioned in his note?

  I pulled on my jeans and light t-shirt. Looking down, I could totally see my nipples through the super thin material. I'd done the walk of shame countless times, but never had I felt so exposed while doing it. That thought made my nipples tighten and harden even more, and I felt a wave of wetness between my legs. I started thinking that maybe Reese actually could give me what I needed.

  Fuck! Don't think like that, Tessa. You’ll only get yourself in trouble.