Jewel Ann - Idle Bloom

She rolls her eyes then looks at me with her jaw clenched. “No, this is a side effect of taking care of your drunk son.” Her lips curl into a see-how-it-feels-to-be-thrown-under-the-bus smile.

My dad turns, giving me a wide-eyed look. I shrug.

“Well, thanks for taking care of him. Make sure he treats you right.”

It’s my turn to roll my eyes. If he only knew what this woman has put me through today.

Vivian smiles. “Oh, I will.”

Dad pats me on the shoulder. “Looks like you’re in good hands.”

He wouldn’t say that if she drove him home.

“Mmm, yes. See ya, Dad.”

Vivian dangles my key again. “Shall we?”

We make it back in record time, the screech of the tires and the whispering of my desperate prayers the only sounds breaking the silence.

She tosses my keys on the counter. “Um … so, is there anything else you need before I go home?”

I chuckle and stare at her, loving the way she squirms when I look at her. She’s fidgety, unsure of where to look and what to do with her hands.

“As a matter of fact, there is one more thing I need.” I move closer, backing her up against the wall.

She risks a quick glance up and swallows. “What’s that?” she squeaks.

I peel her damp top off and my dick goes from hard to concrete when I see her firm nipples pressed into red lace. Her shorts go next. I love seeing her chest rise and fall like a strong tide as full red lips part and soft eyes gaze at me on my knees. Pressing my nose to her matching lace panties, I inhale her scent and smile when I hear her breath catch.

I don’t recognize myself with her. Thoughts and desires that I used to suppress have been unleashed and can no longer be ignored. Gripping her thighs, I clench the waist of her panties with my teeth and drag them down her legs.

Her hands fist my hair. “Oli … your head—”

“Is fine.”

I devour her. She is the antidote for the poison that is my past. Spreading her open, I take everything until all that’s holding her up is the wall and my hands on her legs. She yells my name over and over, desperate words fade to soft whimpers in my ears as her sweet taste infiltrates my mouth.

Then I remove my clothes, turn her around, hands pressed to the wall … and I take more .

Here I am, once again. The sun peeks over the horizon and despite the humiliation, the hot coffee that threatened to singe my nuts, my excessive intoxication, a gouge to my head, and a near-death ride to the hospital … I’m alive. My head, however, wishes that weren’t the case. There’s nothing quite like blunt trauma to the head to make a hangover feel like a jackhammer on my brain.

“Hey,” a sleepy whisper sounds behind me. Vivian squints her eyes behind her matted hair that seems to be at war with itself.

Wearing only my T-shirt, she lifts her slender leg and straddles mine stretched out on the lounge chair. Her lips brush against the colorful border of my eye and stitched skin. “I’m sorry.”

“You have a tattoo, and I’m Scarface. We’re a real badass couple.”

She smiles so bright, it feels like she’s saying, “ Take that, sun .”

“You’re up early.” I rub my nose against hers.

“I was lonely in bed.”

I chuckle then grimace as it intensifies the throb in my brain. “I doubt that. You have a habit of stealing the covers and crowding me out of my own bed.”

She kisses my forehead and rubs gentle circles along my temples. “I think you’re exaggerating.”

I slide my hands up her thighs. “I’m really not, but it’s okay. I like seeing your naked body sprawled out on my bed, even if my view is from the floor.”

She shakes her head. “I’m going home. I need a shower and dry clothes.”

Another grimace as I attempt to smile.

“Have you taken something for the pain?”

“I took you against the wall last night and then two more times in bed.”

“Sex? Really? That’s your analgesic?”

I skim my hands over her stomach to her bare breasts. “Yes, and my last dose is wearing off.”

“I have to get ready for work.” She grinds against me, proving her body doesn’t agree with her words.

“I’ll be quick.” I slide my thumb down between her legs and circle over her sensitive, wet skin.

“But people can see us.” She closes her eyes and I know she’s throwing out random excuses that won’t change what’s happening.

“Didn’t stop you yesterday.”

She’s gone. Her lips collide with mine as she rocks her hips into me. “Mm-my phone.” She pulls away and climbs off me.

I reach for her, but she’s too fast.

I sigh. “Have you heard of voice mail? What are you, on call or something?”

“Nobody calls me this early in the morning unless it’s an emergency.”

Apparently a swollen penis doesn’t qualify as an emergency in her category.

“I have to go.” She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Whoa, wait! Where are you going?”

“Kai needs me.”

I fight through the beating drum in my head to stand up and follow her. “Kai, as in your ex-boyfriend?”

“As in my best friend.” She grabs her wadded up damp clothes off the floor next to the wall .

“Is he hurt or in trouble?”

“Sort of hurt.”

“I don’t follow.”

She opens the front door. “Kate, his girlfriend, left him.”

I laugh. “You can’t be serious. That’s the emergency ?”

“Don’t be so insensitive. I’ll see you after work.”

“Wait! You’re not walking across the street wearing only my shirt.”

“Chill, Oli. I have dresses that show more leg than I’m showing right now.” She blows me a kiss and shuts the door.

I didn’t need to know that.

Vivian

Ihate leaving Oli, especially when we were getting ready to have sex again. I love sex with Oli. If I had a car I’d get a bumper sticker that said so. Maybe I should get a tattoo that says it. Maybe not. Then again, what if it’s not Oli? What if I just love sex? I mean, sex addiction is real. Could I have it? How would I know?

I tiptoe down his front steps in my bare feet and halt when I look up. Across the street Kai sits on my steps.

“I said I’d come to your place.” I stop at the bottom of the steps in front of him.

His eyes search the length of my body. “You also said you were at home.”

“No, I said I was getting ready to take a shower.”

Kai clenches his jaw, dark eyes glaring at me. “Please tell me you didn’t give him your …”

“My what? Virginity?”

Kai doesn’t respond.

“It’s none of your business.” I march up the stairs, past him, to the door. “Did Kate kick you out of your own place? Is that why you’re here instead of waiting for me to come to you?”

He follows me inside and shuts the door. “No, she moved out two days ago.”

I turn. “What the hell? Then why did you call me at five-thirty in the morning acting all pissed off and distraught like she literally just walked out on you?”

“Were you at his house all night? Is that his shirt?”

I shake my head. “Wh-what are you talking about? Why are you asking me this? I thought you needed to see me right away.”

“Just answer the question!”

“What question?” I’m so confused. We’re supposed to be talking about Kate but he’s not said her name even once.

“Did you sleep with him?”

“Yes! Jeez, why do you care?”