I got up and moved through the crowd to the washrooms. There was no line outside the women’s, which was good, only problem was there were two of them and I didn’t know which one Perry was in. I knocked on the first door, just a quick rap, and heard someone yell, “Occupied!” as if her life depended on it. Sheesh, women were uptight about pissing.
I went to the next one, knocked softly and said, “Perry?” and it opened a crack, showing just half of her face. She looked so damn nervous and shy that I pushed the rest of the door open and went inside, quickly locking the door behind me. The need to drive my c**k inside her suddenly overpowered me, and I grabbed her face, kissing her hard, my hands moving down into her hair, down her back to her ass where I got a good meaty hold and squeezed hard. She let out a cry of pain, but it was good pain from the way she attacked me, hands, lips, teeth, everywhere.
I quickly pulled her leggings and thong off, and then whirled her around and pinned her up against the wall. She wrapped her bare legs around my waist and held me close to her as I fumbled with my fly. Once my c**k was free, my jeans dropping to my ankles, I wasted no time in guiding the tip into her, just teasing her cleft with her own wetness.
“Fuck me, Dex,” she cried out, her head back, her hips trying to thrust closer, to get purchase. Her nails dug into my back.
“Tell me how much you want it,” I groaned, feeling her expanding for my tip, so needy.
“I want it, I want you. I need you inside me.”
Oh god, please keep talking, I thought. My heart was competing now with my dick.
“Tell me how much.”
“So much. Please, I need you inside me, please thrust inside me, please.”
Her cries were my undoing. I thrust into her, feeling her expand around me, so slick, so tight, so, so beautiful. It was a space meant for me, only for me, a place I’d spent my life looking for, a home inside a woman who was my home. There was no place I’d rather be. Fuck.
I started off slow, relaxing into the rhythm, trying to hold myself in check. She felt so good and I started rubbing her clit to ensure I felt the same way for her. She started panting, squirming, wanting more.
“Harder,” she pleaded. “Take me harder.”
I licked her neck. “Aren’t you a demanding one.” I kept going slow and steady, not ready to give her everything just yet. I was amazed I was able to hold her up like this, and when I pulled my head away I noticed she was watching my clenching ass in the bathroom mirror as I pushed into her.
“Do you like what you see?” I whispered, delighting in the primal lust in her glazed eyes. “Those muscles are all for you. I was born to f**k you, baby.”
I thrust into her deeper, faster, finally giving us what we both wanted. She held me tighter, dug her nails in harder, bit down on my shoulder as I pounded her, keeping my fingers quick and steady. Her legs began to loosen as she approached climax.
“That’s my girl, that’s my girl, that’s my girl,” I grunted as the pressure reached the breaking point. Everything tightened before the damn was unleashed and I poured into her, wanting my seed to go further, to implant itself somewhere deep inside her where a part of me would never, ever leave.
She cried out as she came, whimpering, moaning, then tried to muffle it once she realized where we were. I couldn’t care less. I wanted the whole bar to know.
I breathed into the hollow of her neck, swimming in her smell, the feeling of her as she came for me, the sweetness of vulnerability in the moments after. This was heaven, this was priceless, this was everything.
“Wow,” she said, catching her breath. Her legs started shaking around me, tired from the strain. I grabbed hold of her thighs and gently pried her off of me, lowering her. “Wow.”
“Now you can cross that off your list,” I told her, handing over her leggings and pulling up my jeans.
She put them on and looked herself over in the mirror, her face flush, her hair messed. “What else is on this list of yours?”
“You’ll find out,” I said, “and you’ll like it.”
Even though we were a bit disheveled, I unlocked the door and opened it, expecting to see an impatient woman on the other side of it, waiting for the bathroom.
I was right. But it wasn’t any woman. It was Jenn.
“Whoops, sorry to keep you waiting,” I said to her with a shit-eating grin.
Jenn’s jaw dropped as she looked at us both. I looked down at Perry, wondering if she was going to bolt or be embarrassed. But Perry had time to recover from the first meeting, she was high on orgasm endorphins, and the steady look on her face told me she hadn’t forgotten who Miss Anonymous was. This was her moment. This was her payback.
She smiled at Jenn, all confidence with a hint of smugness. “So sorry about Bradley.” She reached over and tapped Jenn’s shoulder sympathetically. “Don’t worry, you’ll meet someone one day. Just keep on truckin’.”
Then she walked away, head held high, hair still messy from sex. I waggled my brows at Jenn and hurried on after her. My woman was changing before my eyes and I was loving it.
CHAPTER FIVE
The next morning Perry and I both felt like death. I don’t know what it is about draft beer, but it gets you every damn time. Well, draft beer and copious amounts of Jack Daniels and Irish whiskey.
We woke up around ten when Fat Rabbit demanded to be walked or he’d piss all over the house, and because it was my dog and I was a gentleman, I got up and took him for a quick walk in just striped pajama pants and a stained white tee, ignoring the nipple-tweaking wind. The fresh morning air did perk me up and when I got back inside, and I told Perry, who was still huddled under the covers and craving grease and water, that I’d be taking her out on her second date: Pike Place Market.
Yes, it’s the quintessential tourist trap of Seattle, but f**k if the market didn’t have good shit. Besides, now that we were living together and Perry wasn’t moving out, we needed to get some good grub for the place. We couldn’t survive on my famous macaroni and hot dogs forever.
It took a little coaxing to get her out of bed, even after making her bacon and eggs, but soon we were heading out the door and walking down the street toward the water. I grabbed her hand, already cold from the wind that wouldn’t quite latch on to Spring, and held it tight. This was nice. This was right.
“So what do you think Jimmy is going to say?” she asked as we turned left onto First Avenue.