Chapter 15

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Knowing that Sookie was going to continue to see Drooly made me consider what I’d do if she started thinking he was the one to go with because I wasn’t manning up like I should. I didn’t want to get serious with her out of fear and I didn’t think she wanted that either. Yet, I wasn’t thrilled when she came into work all perky. I didn’t like that she had a good time with good ole Benji.

“How was the hike?” I asked. I wasn’t used to feeling jealousy, but I realized that was exactly what I was feeling.

“It was fantastic,” she smiled. “We got there before the sun came up. I got some gorgeous pictures of the sunrise.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you had fun,” I said with a smile that I hoped was convincing.

“It feels good to get out into the fresh air,” Sookie said. “I would invite you sometime, but you don’t seem like a hiker.”

“You might be surprised,” I shrugged. I’d actually been hiking several times since I got to the area but I didn’t really want to go do the same things they were doing on their dates.

“Well, then maybe we should go out sometime,” she shrugged. “I think I want to start doing it more.”

“Hiking?”

“Yeah.”

“I think I’ll leave that to Drooly,” I answered.

“You know you and I can go out as friends,” she said. “We do almost everything as friends anyway, so what would be the difference?”

“If you don’t know the difference, why bother dating?” I asked her. Maybe it was just me, but there was definitely a difference between hanging out and going on a date.

“I know the difference, but hiking is more of a hanging out thing than a date thing,” she said. “We didn’t go out there and spend all morning making out. We walked up and down trails and I paused for a few pictures.”

“I see,” I nodded. So they hung out in her mind but I was sure it was a date to him.

“Nevermind, you’re right. I’ll keep my hiking to Ben,” she told me.

“That’s probably a good idea.” I wasn’t trying to be a dick, but I didn’t need his sloppy second date ideas.

“Are you interested in going on a date with me?” Sookie asked. “Or are you just interested in hanging out at my place or yours for now?”

Didn’t we just have that talk last night?

I sighed and said, “I don’t know, Sookie. I don’t know what’s going on.”

She nodded, but didn’t say anything.

“I should get to work,” I told her and then headed for my cubicle. I started my computer and then went to my mailbox to check for new claims. Monday morning was always a clusterfuck. The good news was that I’d be busy all day and wouldn’t have much time to worry about Sookie or what was going on between us.

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“So… I slept with Sookie,” I confided to Godric while he impaled a chicken on a beer can.

“Damn, really? What happened to that Dawn chick, or Sookie’s new boy toy?”

“Dawn wasn’t going to work out,” I answered. He didn’t need to know about the hooker angle. “And Sookie’s still seeing Deputy Dickhead.”

“Jealous much?” Godric asked with a small knowing grin.

“That’s not the point.” It was.

“You do realize she’s got a serious hard-on for you, right? It’s pretty fuckin’ obvious to anyone that looks at you two together. Tell her you want her an– wait, was the sex terrible and you don’t know how to tell her it was a onetime deal?”

“No, it’s not that. It was actually pretty fuckin’ good,” I told him. “And she does not have a hard-on for me. She wouldn’t bother with the deputy if that was true.”

“Yeah she would if she thinks she doesn’t have a real shot with you. If the deputy gives her what you won’t, she’s going to keep him around unless you get off your ass and do something, providing you want more than a fuck buddy.”

“So nut up or shut up, right?” I took a drink of my beer.

“Pretty much,” he chuckled.

“He took her hiking this morning before sunrise. That’s cheesy, right?”

“Or romantic, depending on how you look at it,” he pointed out.

“I think she looked at it like they hung out. I don’t know if he’s made a move on her yet,” I told him.

“How are you going to feel when he does?”

Homicidal?

“Probably not good,” I answered.

“You like her a lot, don’t you?”

“We’re friends. Of course I like her.” That wasn’t what he meant and I knew it. “I don’t know where I want this to go. It sounds dumb, I know. I don’t like the idea of her messing around with Huckleberry Hound but I don’t know if I want to date her.”

“It’s not quite wanting your cake, but you want her to wait around until you figure your shit out,” he said.

“Something like that. And I told her that,” I said. He looked at me like I was a total idiot.

“You’re going to lose her, you dick,” he said seriously.

“I was being honest! Don’t women want us to be honest?” Aude was always hammering that point home.

“Of course they want honesty, but she’s not going to sit around and wait while you figure your shit out. By the time you do it’s probably going to be too late,” he predicted.

“If she goes with Ben, I seriously misjudged her,” I snickered.

That guy had the personality of dry toast.

“Do you feel like you’re going to want more eventually?”

“I don’t know. Maybe? I mean she’s fun to hang out with and I like being around her,” I said. That wasn’t the trouble.

“What’s the hangup?”

“If I knew, there wouldn’t be a problem.” I took another drink of my beer.

“You know, at first I thought you didn’t like her because of her weight, but if you’re fucking her that’s obviously not an issue. I don’t really know what else to tell you. She’s a beautiful girl, has a great personality, and according to you she’s good in bed. I got nothing,” he chuckled. “Maybe ask yourself how you would feel if you didn’t have her at all. Like she just up and disappeared one day.”

“Yeah, I was trying to figure that out but is that really the right way to go? Like you don’t ask a girl to marry you because you’re afraid she’s going to find someone else, right? So asking her out because I don’t like Deputy Dickhead is kind of the same thing, isn’t it?” It seemed like it to me.

“Would you rather see her with your babies or his?”

There was an angle I hadn’t considered at all. The look on my face must have said it all because Godric started to laugh.

“I don’t know if that look is the horror of having children, or the horror of her fucking Deputy Dickhead,” he laughed.

“Deputy Dickhead doesn’t have the guts to hold her hand. They’d probably fuck through a hole in a sheet,” I said.

“Who knows, maybe when they do get around to it he’ll be better than you think you are,” he shrugged.

No. Not possible.

“I doubt it.” I said as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to see Dawn was calling again. I rejected the call. We had nothing to talk about, as far as I was concerned.

“Stranger things have happened,” he chuckled. “If we take kids out of the picture can you imagine looking at her when she’s eighty and still feeling that… whatever it is you’re maybe feeling now?”

“I don’t even know if I’ll like me when I’m eighty,” I answered honestly. “Could we still be friends? Yeah, if she doesn’t kill me first.”

“Oh, I’m sure she will,” he laughed. “Especially if you keep calling her future husband Deputy Dickhead.”

“I changed his name in her phone,” I smirked. As far as I knew she had left it.

“How are you guys still friends?” He was serious.

“Probably the pornstar sex. Her words.”

My phone buzzed again, but that time it was a text from… Deepthroat? What the fuck? That better not be Dawn…

Deepthroat: What are you wearing?

Me: A chicken suit.

A funny answer seemed legit since I had no idea who “Deepthroat” was.

Deepthroat: Hmm… that sounds… interesting.

I got a picture a picture message a few seconds later of tits in a very sheer bra… Sookie.

Deepthroat: That’s what I have on… and that’s all.

Me: I like your style, Deepthroat. And your tits.

Deepthroat: I want to see this chicken suit you’re wearing.

Me: Oh yeah? You into chickens?

I couldn’t help laughing.

“She changed her name in my phone, too,” I told Godric. It was a pretty appropriate choice considering her skills.

“Is it fitting?” he asked with an arched eyebrow.

Deepthroat: No, but I can’t imagine what you’d look like wearing a chicken suit.

Me: Then I hate to rain on your parade. No chicken suit.

“Pretty damn fitting,” I told him.

“And you’re not sure if you want to stick around with her?”

Deepthroat: Well fuck.

“Based on a nickname? No, I’m not.”

Me: I know. I didn’t realize you hacked my phone, naughty girl.

Deepthroat: Me? Naughty?

Me: Yes, you.

Deepthroat: I’m an angel, I don’t know what you’re talking about. 😇

Me: I can practically smell the smoke from those pants on fire.

Deepthroat: I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m not wearing pants.

Me: You know exactly what I’m talking about. But since you’re an angel I guess you’re not interested in company. Wouldn’t want you tarnishing your halo.

Deepthroat: I can always polish it later.

Me: Mmm… You are an excellent polisher.

Deepthroat: I’m more than willing to polish you too.

I got a second picture of Sookie’s fingers. They looked like they were sticky wet with her honey.

Me: Do I want to know what you’re doing right now, angel?

Deepthroat: Remembering how good your giant dick felt in my mouth… that was the result of those thoughts.

Me: Anytime you want to do it again, just let me know.

“Are you sexting?” Godric chuckled.

Deepthroat: If you’re not busy tonight you’re welcome to come over.

“No,” I lied.

Me: I’ll be there in ten minutes.

Deepthroat: I’ll leave the door unlocked.

“You’re a shit liar,” he pointed out.

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I gotta go. There’s an angel whose halo needs tarnishing.”

“Uh huh. Go get ’em tiger,” he laughed.

I tucked my phone in my pocket and went to the guesthouse to get my keys for the truck. It took less than ten minutes to get to Sookie’s house. Her door was unlocked, as promised, and I heard moaning coming from her bedroom. I’d been at half-mast the whole way to her place, but hearing her make those noises changed that.

I locked the door behind me and shed my clothes on the way back to her room. I found Sookie lying on her bed with her eyes closed and her fingers easily pumping in and out of her very wet pussy.

“Mmm, hi,” she moaned with a small smile.

“Hi. Cum yet?”

“Nope, waiting on you,” she breathed.

“Yeah? What are you waiting for?” I reached down to stroke myself.

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to see it since you seem to enjoy watching me cum so much.” Her eyes flicked down to my hand moving up and down my shaft.

“You make such pretty faces when you cum,” I explained.

“That’s sweet of you,” Sookie panted as her fingers sped up. “Would you like help with that?” Her eyes darted to my cock again.

“I’d rather help you see God,” I said with a cocky smirk.

“I need to grab my halo from the closet first.”

“I can get it for you,” I offered.

“Or you can come over here and offer me your dick.” Sookie’s back arched and her eyes closed briefly.

“Just tell me where you want it, angel.” I moved closer to the bed.

“Surprise me,” she moaned. I could tell she was getting close to release.

I knew she wanted to give blowing me another try, but it could wait. I got a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on. Sookie’s hips were moving and she whimpered when I pulled her hand away from her pussy. I sucked her fingers clean and lay down on the bed. I could see the hesitancy on her face when I started to pull her on top of me.

“Are you sure?” she asked quietly, still reluctant to move.

“You have great tits for this, Sookie,” I assured her, tugging on her hand. Plus I knew she’d like it once the nerves disappeared.

She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth as she moved on top of me. She stayed on her flat feet as I held my cock up. When she started to slide down my length her eyes closed as she sank down lower.

“Oh wow,” she breathed. Her hands settled on my stomach and she slowly started to bounce up and down.

“Fuck, that’s good, Sookie,” I said through a clenched jaw and she wasn’t even going all the way down yet.

Her head dropped back as she moved. It took her a moment to get a good rhythm, but when she did she started taking me all the way. Her hips swiveled each time she dropped down.

“You’re so fuckin’ huge,” she panted.

“You’re welcome,” I said like I did the first time and I liked that she was relaxed enough to laugh. My thumb tapped her clit and her back arched as her walls gripped my shaft. Fuck, that felt good.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph,” she muttered. Her back arched, causing her hips to rock back and forth. Sookie dropped her head back again, giving me a perfect view of her bouncing tits. “So… close…” Her walls were fluttering wildly as her breathing started to get a little rough. “Fuckfuckfuck…”

She was pretty all the time but she was positively stunning when she came. Sookie stopped bouncing when her walls began milking me. I pulled her face down to mine to kiss her. She kissed me back and moaned loudly when my hips began thrusting up. Her hips tried to move with mine but that was easier if she was under me. I liked having her right where she was. My hands locked onto her ass to hold her steady while my hips pumped up hard and fast, slapping against her inner thighs over and over again.

Sookie broke the kiss, burying her face in my neck. I could hear her muttering but not make out the words until she whispered, “Fuck… I’m cum… cumming again.”

Her second orgasm pulled me over the edge with her. I wasn’t expecting it when my balls suddenly tightened and my shaft swelled, but the release filled the condom anyway.

“Fuuuck,” I groaned, pulling Sookie down my length. Her pussy milked me of every last drop of my cum. Fuck, she was amazing.

“You’re going to ruin me for all other men,” she giggled softly, kissing the side of my neck.

“Even Deputy Dickhead?” The orgasmic haze precluded my brain to mouth filter from working appropriately.

Sookie sat up so she could look down at me. “Do you want me to be ruined for him?” she asked. I couldn’t quite figure out the look she was giving me.

“I don’t know. Do you want to be ruined for him?” I may not have been sure of my feelings but I wasn’t seeing anyone else. There was no one on the back burner just in case.

It occurred to me in that moment that maybe I was the back burner guy and not Ben. That was a real dick deflater.

“Maybe… I… Maybe I just want to hear that you want me…”

“Of course I want you. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” It was clear by Sookie’s expression that I didn’t answer right.

“You want sex from me,” she said as she climbed off of me.

Was that wrong?

“It’s what you want from me too, isn’t it?” If I remembered right she was the one who sent me a picture of what she wasn’t wearing.

“Of course I like sex with you, I like being your friend too, but I’m wai– Don’t worry about it, Eric. Maybe I’m just being a girl,” she sighed as she plopped onto the bed next to me.

“Being a girl? I don’t know what that means.” I had to get up to throw away the condom.

“We’ve had the talk. I know you don’t want anything more than this yet, so I’m going to see how it goes. That’s what we agreed on, right? One day at a time?”

“Yeah, but… Sookie, am I missing something?” I felt like I was but I didn’t know what.

“No, you’re not.” I wasn’t so sure about that. “Did you eat dinner?”

“I came here instead. Are you going to tell me what I’m missing? I know you’re lying. You always fidget when you try to lie.” Her fingers were playing with her hair.

“I’m not lying, I’m omitting,” she muttered. She stood up from the bed and went to her closet to find some clothes to put on.

“Same thing,” I muttered too. I left her bedroom to find my clothes. If she wasn’t interested in telling me the truth there wasn’t much to talk about. We were just going to keep doing the same tired dance.

She followed me to the living room, passing by to go to the kitchen. Sookie showed back up with a bottle of water for me.

“I want more than sex from you, but we’re not on the same page, so I’m fine with what we have going on. I thought you figured that out,” she told me.

“No, I didn’t.” I took the water from her. “I’m sorry, Sookie. I know this isn’t fair to you.”

“I’ll get through it,” she shrugged. “I’m going on a date with Ben on Friday. He asked me when I got off of work.”

“Okay,” I nodded. I probably had no right to ask but I did anyway. “Did he finally make a move?”

“I’m not going to tell you that. He doesn’t ask about what we do,” she told me. “Are pork chops okay?”

“You didn’t mind me asking this morning,” I reminded her. “And I think I’ll pass on the pork chops. I should probably get going.”

“Of course,” she nodded. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See ya.” It was the first awkward moment we’d had since we met. I didn’t like it.

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