Chapter 17


“I looked at a house yesterday,” I told Sookie between kisses as she unbuttoned my shirt. It was our lunch hour and my place was close to the office.

“Oh yeah? Where at?” she asked, placing a gentle kiss on my collarbone after she unbuttoned my bottom button.

“It’s in the new development on Malibu Place,” I replied. I was thinking of putting in an offer on it. It had more than enough room and the views were pretty sweet.

“Oooh fancy,” she giggled. “Did it feel like home when you walked into it?”

“A little bit.” I ripped her panties off. Because why not?

“You’re buying me a new pair of those,” Sookie warned. She slowly started backing away from me as she dropped her bra to the floor.

“Worth it. I’ll have to sit beside you all afternoon knowing your thighs are wet,” I smirked and promptly tackled her back onto the bed. We had been hooking up regularly for six weeks and she was still seeing Deputy Dickhead. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it.

“Is that right?” she asked, wrapping said thighs around me. “Are you going to get hard around break time when I flash you my ass so you can see my wet thighs?”

“I might even drag you into the bathroom,” I purred near her ear. “Would you like it if I covered your mouth and fucked you against the wall?”

“I would cum so fuckin’ hard for you,” she breathed, rocking her hips up to rub her wet pussy against my erection.

As much as I wanted to take my time, we were running out of it. My lips crashed into hers and Sookie moaned when I pushed one of her knees up. I let my hips rock against her and we both groaned when I slid into her tight core. The kiss broke and I pushed up on my hands to start pounding into her. Sookie enjoyed a good fuck, and I was determined to give her one.

“Oh, fuckfuckfuck,” she chanted. “You feel so fuckin’ big.” Her hands moved up my chest where she curled her short nails into my flesh.

I buried myself in her and swiveled my hips, making her walls pulse. I leaned forward to kiss her and pushed her thighs wider apart. When I sat up on my knees my hips began to piston and the way her hand flew down to her clit made my cock pulse.

“Fuck, that’s sexy, angel,” I said.

“I’m going to cum so hard for you,” she moaned. Her blue eyes locked onto mine and her lips parted slightly. The faster her hand moved, the more her walls gripped and massaged my cock.

“You want to feel me cum in you, Sookie?” I hadn’t without a condom. We’d done it one other time without one and she’d finished me off with her mouth.

“Fuck yes,” she breathed. “I need to feel it. Give it to me!” Her back bowed, pushing her tits up into my chest, exposing her long, soft neck to me.

I nipped at her soft skin and drove into her a few more times before her silky walls clamped down.

“Fuck,” I grunted while she gasped. Her pulsing walls milked me of my orgasm and my cum burst out of me, filling her up. “Fuuuck!”

Her body jerked with a massive aftershock.

“Best. Ever,” she panted, going limp below me. She tried to lift her arms to wrap around me but they fell back to the bed. “Can we call in with a cum coma?” she asked. She was serious.

“That sounds like a great idea.” I collapsed on top of her. Sookie had lost more than thirty pounds and she was going strong with her workout regimen. Out of nowhere I said, “I’m proud of you.” It probably seemed awkward, but it was true. “You’ve been working so hard, and I admire you for sticking it out.”

“Thank you,” she replied with a little smile, reaching up to wipe some of the sweat from my forehead. “It’s not easy, but I feel good.”

“I can tell.” I kissed her and rolled us over. She had no problem being on top anymore.

Sookie rocked her hips back and forth, resting her hands on my abs. “Should we call now, or after another round?” she asked.

“Now might be good. You know how long round two could take.” I slapped her ass playfully. Sometimes she really got off on that.

“Ooooh, do it again,” she purred with a sexy little smile on her face. Sookie leaned over my body to grab her cell phone from my nightstand and started dialing a number. I assumed it was Lorena.

So I did. A little harder.

“Mmm, after this call you may have to do that again,” she told me, swiveling her hips.

“Dirty girl,” I smirked. She got off on that sometimes too.

She smirked right back at me as she hit send on her call. It was clear Lorena didn’t answer when Sookie put on her best sick voice and left a quick voice mail telling her boss she got a sudden migraine so she was going to stay home for the rest of the day. When she hung up she set the phone on the bed and leaned over to scrape her perfect teeth over my nipple.

“Look at you, taking the afternoon off to spend the day in bed,” I said. It definitely wasn’t the same Sookie I met, but I liked it.

“We could both use the time off,” she reasoned. “Plus, I’m craving more orgasms.” She pressed soft kisses across my chest to give my other nipple the same attention.

“You would be crazy not to,” I replied. My fingers twisted in her long, silky hair and I gently brought her face to mine. My lips brushed against hers but once the kiss got deeper, I rolled her under me again. I managed to get her hands pinned above her head with just one of mine, while the other slipped down between her thighs. Sookie moaned when I pushed two fingers into her very slick opening and went in search of that easy button.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned when I found it. Her eyes fluttered closed while her hips rolled up slightly. “Don’t stop,” she whispered when I started rubbing my fingertips over the sweet spot quickly.

My palm pressed against her clit, giving her a little more friction. I watched her face and the subtle changes as she got closer to cumming again for me.

“Look at me, angel. Let me see those pretty eyes,” I said quietly. Her eyes opened and I made a noise of approval. “Do you feel what watching you is doing to me, Sookie?” I was sure she could feel the growing hard-on against her thigh.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m going to…” Before she could finish her walls clamped down around my fingers as her orgasm rolled through her body. She tugged her arms, trying to get me to release her hands, but I only held her wrists tighter. Her body trembled below me as I continued to rub right through her orgasm.

“Where are you trying to go? I’m not done yet.” I kissed her chin and then her lips softly. Tears were gathering in her eyes so I slowed my fingers down.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whimpered.

I shifted on the bed and let go of her wrists, sensing she may have needed a snuggle.

“Me either,” I assured her, and kissed her forehead.

Sookie rolled onto her side to face me. Her small arm wrapped around my waist as her leg threaded through mine.

“Good,” she whispered, giving me a little squeeze.

I did my best to hold her close. I rubbed her back and it wasn’t a terrible surprise when her breathing evened out, suggesting that last orgasm had flipped some switch in her brain. I had to untangle myself from her so I could call Patrick, but I invented some dental emergency that prevented me from going back to work. A cracked tooth was a good excuse, right? Damn shellfish.

I took it upon myself to place an order for lunch at a sandwich shop that delivered. I ordered Sookie a wrap since it was less carbs, but I fully expected her to steal a bite of my meatball sub. Once that was done, I stretched out next to her on the bed and just looked at her. She was still going back and forth between Deputy Dillhole and me. I knew that I had to quit stringing her along.

Sookie had told me she had feelings for me. I felt like an asshole every time we hooked up and then went our separate ways. Yeah, we were still friends but it had definitely become more about the sex than the friendship. Sookie hadn’t mentioned it if she was getting it on with Ben, so I assumed that wasn’t happening. At the speed he moved she’d be approaching menopause before she got pregnant. Of course that was assuming his swimmers weren’t as lame as he was.

My phone buzzed with an unfamiliar phone number. The delivery guy, probably. I got up and pulled my pants on.

“I’ll be right there,” I said when I answered the phone. I stayed on the line as I walked through the main house to the front door. The college-age kid with my food waited while I got money out of my wallet. He got a generous tip from me. My phone got tucked in my pocket and I took the bag of food back to the guesthouse.

Sookie had rolled over and was facing the door when I got there.

I held up the bag. “Lunch is served. I hope a California chicken wrap and fruit salad is okay,” I told her.

“Sounds perfect,” she replied softly as she stretched. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” I unpacked the food and got Sookie a fork from the cabinet in my teeny, tiny kitchen. It was a wall of counters and cabinets with a microwave, toaster oven and a small fridge.

Sookie came padding in a few seconds later wearing one of my T-shirts. Her hair was piled up on top of her head and she took me by surprise when she stopped me for a tight hug.

“You okay?” I asked as I hugged her back. I couldn’t deny I liked touching her. That much was obvious.

“Yeah,” she answered quietly. “I’m just feeling clingy for some reason.”

“It’s okay. You’re a good snuggle buddy.” I kissed the top of her head. “Think you can loosen your grip long enough to eat?”

“If I have to,” she chuckled. She tilted her head up to kiss my chin before she let me go.

I passed her the wrap, fruit salad and fork. There was a small table to sit at by the windows. The guesthouse was kind of set up like a fancy hotel room. I grabbed my meatball sub and bag of cracked pepper kettle cooked potato chips, and joined Sookie at the table. It struck me – as she sat there situating her food – how pretty she was. Her hair was technically a mess, as was her makeup, and she was only wearing one of my old Violent Femmes shirts, but she looked beautiful.

So I told her.

“You look beautiful,” I said as her wrap was halfway to her mouth.

She paused to look up at me. “I’m a mess and you need your eyes checked,” she giggled, “But thanks.”

“You are and I don’t. I like your kind of mess,” I told her. I liked it a lot, actually. For all the fucking we had done, we had only done the sleepover thing the first night in Vegas.

“If you ever looked messy, I’m sure I’d like your kind of mess too,” she smiled. “I would’ve showered before eating but I have a feeling we’re just going to get even more messy after lunch.”

“It’s possible.” I unwrapped my sub and took note of the dirty look she gave me for eating something so tempting in her presence.

“You’re evil,” she muttered before she finally took a bite of her wrap.

“I’ll let you have a bite,” I told her.

“Just one. If I ask for a second you better tell me no,” she said after she swallowed.

“Deal,” I promised. I took a bite of my sandwich and groaned my approval, earning me another dirty look from Sookie.

“I’ll trade you,” she offered. “This is pretty fuckin’ good too.” She held out her wrap to me.

I was willing to trade but I was surprised Sookie was. All the same, I put my sandwich down and pushed it toward her so I could take the wrap. It had grilled chicken, avocado, mixed greens and some kind of chipotle corn salsa in it. It was pretty good, actually.

“You realize you made a deal and then immediately broke it, right?” she laughed as she went in for a second bite of the meatball sandwich.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I grabbed her wrist. “One bite. Back to your chicken.” When she asked me to trade I assumed it was just for a bite so she was shit out of luck.

Sookie’s bottom lip poked out as she pouted, taking her wrap back. “You’re lucky you picked me a good one,” she told me. She didn’t pick up her wrap, instead going for her fruit salad.

“I might have to get one of those next time,” I said seriously. The corn salsa alone made it worthwhile.

“You could use it. You are starting to get a little fluffy around the middle,” she teased.

“I am not,” I laughed. I was running and swimming laps regularly so she was on drugs if she was serious.

“That’s what you think.” She tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably when she started laughing with me.

I grabbed her hand and put it on my abs. “This is fluffy?”

Sookie tickled me lightly and said, “No, baby, this is perfection.”

“I’ve actually been in better shape, but I think my days of being in game shape are over. I don’t have three hours a day to spend in the gym anymore. I’d rather be living my life,” I told her. “Plus we fuck a lot. It’s good cardio.”

“It’s fantastic cardio,” she agreed. “Do you miss it? Playing basketball, that is.”

“Yeah, sometimes,” I admitted. “The traveling was good. I got to see a lot of places because of it. The money was nice too, but I think I’m more at a point where I want to be settled, you know? Put down roots.”

Sookie nodded but didn’t respond to that. Her eyes dropped as she focused on her food.

“What about you? Do you miss Louisiana?” I knew Sookie wanted to get back into doing hair again. It was only a matter of time before she quit the insurance company… That was going to suck.

“Yeah, but the job market in my hometown is terrible,” she answered. “I’m financially better off here. I’m going to start looking for some classes soon to brush up on the new styles and techniques I think.”

“Techniques? It’s hair and something sharp, right?” Her look told me I was wrong. Very, very wrong. I kind of got a chill.

“It’s not just hair and something sharp, Eric. Not only is it way more than a mane and some sheers, I want to look into the new color techniques, also some of the new straightening methods. Good hair is like a work of art. It takes a lot of time and practice to be any good at being a stylist.”

“Sorry,” I apologized before she stabbed me with her fork or something.

“Seriously, that’s like saying it’s just a ball and a net. I couldn’t make a shot to save my life and I’m sure you couldn’t cut a straight line if someone asked you to.”

“I might. You don’t know,” I replied. Wrong answer.

“Take in account that people fidget constantly, everyone has a different hair texture, and with a plain pair of scissors you’d have to make multiple cuts. No. Just no,” she said, shaking her head. “That’s like saying I can walk onto a court and make a three pointer my first shot.”

“You could,” I shrugged. If her aim was right she absolutely could. “Now slam dunking is another story. You’d probably need a trampoline–”

Sookie’s laugh cut me short. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, I would,” I answered seriously. Betty and Wilma on a trampoline… Mmm…

I may have gone into a trance.

“I’ll let you have time with the girls after lunch,” she promised. “I’m sure they’ll be bouncing in one way or another.”


I took another bite of my sandwich and asked, “Wanna go to the lip sync battle Friday night?” It was usually date night with Deputy Dickhead, but it was worth a shot.

“Hmm, maybe. I’ll have to get back to you,” she answered.

“No date with Benji?” Nope, not jealous.

“Nothing set in stone yet,” she shrugged.

“So then why do you have to get back to me? Are you seeing a third guy?” Immediately I knew that was a bad question to ask.

“What are you implying, Eric?” she asked, leaning back in her chair.

Uh oh.

“Uhhh nothing?”

“It doesn’t sound like nothing.” She set her wrap down, twisting in her chair so she didn’t have to look at me.

“It was just a question, Sookie. I wasn’t implying anything,” I said. It wasn’t impossible. It’s not like she was tied to me or Ben. Why not throw a third guy in the mix?

“I’m not seeing anyone else,” she muttered.

“Okay. I’m sorry if I insulted you. You know I’m okay with you seeing Ben.”

“I know,” she sniffled.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying. I’m trying to stop it from happening,” she sniffled again.


“Do you want… Can I help?” I offered. I didn’t know what to do.

“No. I need to get over it,” she sighed, reaching up to wipe under her eyes.

“Get over what?”

“You… ever wanting more with me…”

There it was, the moment Godric had warned me about. Sookie was over it, or at least trying to be. I didn’t want her to be. Why didn’t I know that until it was maybe too late?


21 thoughts on “Chapter 17

  1. Uh oh! Eric really has been careless. So is she still actually seeing Ben or did she just never tell Eric she called it off? Eric really needs to think before he opens his mouth. I hope Sookie is starting to gain her confidence

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  2. Day late and a dollar short…Eric really needs to come to terms with his feelings. He has them he just doesn’t want to admit them.

    I thought Sookie made a clean break with Ben? Did I miss something?


    • Oh, just saw your reply above. Guess it’s Sookie’s way of dealing with her feelings by letting Eric think she is still dating.


  3. I think Eric realized that he wants more. The dude better act fast. I could never do friends with benefits when their were feelings attached, the position Sookie is in. I don’t blame her for not saying anything about Ben, why should she. I’m so curious if the next chapter will pick up from this moment and what Eric will say? Come on Eric confess , tell her how you feel!!!!!


  4. And he still doesn’t seem to know what he wants. The panic maybe be setting in but only because Sookie appears to be trying to get over him. She’s already called in sick with a migraine, perhaps it’s time to take her ass home. Maybe he can get his head out of his ass if she’s not quite as available to him.

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  5. Hm, Sookie hasn’t told Eric about Ben and Eric hasn’t really been hinting at anything, so what is she to think now? Eric just realized that something could happen with them, but this could be their possible end. Unless Sookie ends things in the next few minutes, Eric may still have a chance.


  6. Wow, would I be terrible to say that he doesn’t deserve her? She’s 30 pounds lighter? 30?! She needs to get over Mr. Careless and find someone worthy. This Eric may get his head out of his ass long enough to decide it’s easier having her around but what happens in five years when she gains some back? He’ll be right back in the bathroom with his dick in the next Dawn because she offered and why should he turn it down? The time to show character was before she became skinny and attractive in the conventional sense. He didn’t.

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    • Right there with you. Even though they first had sex when Sookie was still somewhat overweight (I’m still betting she was a Size 12!), it seems that in Eric’s mind, she’s perfectly acceptable now that she’s lost 30 lbs. Careless and unworthy fit. Pompous ass works too. Men never seem to realize that their looks will change too, and we women will think, “Ugh!” It’s OK for them.

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    • Whoa whoa whoa hold up a second. It’s not like Eric suddenly decided he likes her because she lost weight. That was not the message we wanted to send by writing this. It is NOT the message we are sending. Yes, men can be a bit draft when it comes to feelings but Sookie hasn’t exactly been honest or receptive to the things Eric had said. If he says she’s beautiful he needs his eyes checked. She wants a commitment from him but she’s letting him think she’s dating someone else. They’re both handling their feelings poorly here. I think it’s unfair to assume that Eric will find another Dawn when he’s the one who has been faithful during this friends with benefits relationship. Actions speak louder than words sometimes.

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  7. Awwww Eric you so clueless!!! She’s clearly not over you… But maybe you should tell her you don’t want her to move on with Ben or ‘third guy’….
    While Eric is clueless and a bit insensitive, Sookie could have been a bit less cagey about Ben when he asked about Friday ‘nothing set in stone’ may not be a lie but clearly leads Eric to believe she’s dating him/others


  8. Sookie’s playing a little game, and that’s never a good thing. Tell him you’re not seeing the other guy. The one you’re in love with just asked you out! Duh! On the other hand, I hope Eric’s mouth is large enough to fit the huge foot that’s wedged inside it. Loved this chapter!


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