Friday nights in a small town seem to be pretty much the same everywhere. If it’s football season in the South, you’re probably at a game. Doesn’t matter if your kid is playing or if you’re still in high school yourself. Fortunately, it’s not football season. That means most folks are at the bar. In this case, there are four options locally. First, there’s Vic’s Roadhouse, which is for a bunch of jackholes who watched too much Sons of Anarchy and decided they want to be tough. Number two is called Vampire’s Kiss and can only be described as a role player’s paradise. Third, there’s Hooligan’s way on the outskirts of the parish. It caters to the ladies and gay men, mostly. I’m not into male strippers. If I want to see dick, I can go home and stand in front of a mirror after a shower. Finally, and maybe most predictably, there’s Merlotte’s.
Merlotte’s is as close as you can get to a family place. It’s been open the longest and the food is better. It’s not unusual for parents to bring their kids in for chicken strip baskets for Lafayette burgers. No one grinds on the dance floor there, although I have seen the occasional couple go make out in the hallway by the bathrooms. Jason Stackhouse has been caught banging chicks out back by the dumpster at least a dozen times. Even so, of all the options available, Merlotte’s is the most palatable, which is how I ended up here with a couple of friends.
My roommate is out of town, and will be for the foreseeable future. Stan’s a nice guy but he’s a nerd. Who knew accountants had seminars and conventions? Anyway, it’s been nice having the house to myself. I can listen to music louder than a whisper and I don’t have to deal with him complaining because I haven’t emptied the dishwasher fast enough for his liking.
At the moment, I’m waiting for my turn at the pool table where I’m playing against Tray Dawson. He’s my new boss. I started working at his garage three weeks ago. Prior to that I was working at a coffee shop in Ruston that paid horribly and is nowhere in line with what I want to do with my life. I don’t know that I want to be a master mechanic either, but I have a sense for marketing and rebranding things. Dawson’s doesn’t really have a marketing plan. So I worked for free at first because I had to get my foot in the door somewhere. I told Dawson that I thought his business could be much bigger and steadier than it was when I first walked in. It didn’t take much, to be honest. I got the business on social media and talked him into cutting coupons for half price oil changes to beat the local competitors. Maybe most important, I was able to get him an advertising spot in the Baptist Sunday church bulletin.
Dawson wasn’t too thrilled about that one at first, but then the customers started showing up. He couldn’t complain about the results at the register. Three weeks ago he hired me to basically be his business manager. It’s more than I was looking for, but running the office means he gets to focus on the work out in the garage. For a kid – relatively speaking, of course – to get a job like mine with next to no experience… It’s a big leap of faith on Dawson’s part.
I better not fuck it up or he might break my neck. Unlike those fuckers over at Vic’s Roadhouse, Dawson actually knows some people who are into bikes and some fringe activities. I don’t ask too many questions as long as they pay up when the bills are due. I’ve seen Sons of Anarchy too.
Dawson’s shot scratches, which makes me smile. He gives me the finger before taking another shot of whiskey. It doesn’t take long for me to line up my shot, but when I do I make the mistake of looking up from the pool table. By some fucked up magic, the crowd has parted just enough for me to see my ex-girlfriend over at the bar looking smoking hot in a short skirt and skimpy top.
Girls’ night, of course.
Her head turns and I can see the shimmer of the highlight on her cheeks. Her ruby red lips make my dick twitch. I shouldn’t be having these reactions to her after all this time. She dumped me six months ago after almost two years together. Looking back on it now, I understand why. I can’t even be mad at her anymore because I can see what a dickhead I was.
“Snap out of it, princess,” Dawson says, waving a hand in front of my face.
“Fuck off.” I take my shot and miss. “Son of a cocksmoker.”
“Get your head back in the game, Northman,” Dawson says.
“My head’s in the game.” I straighten up and grab the chalk to rub it on the end of my cue. I make sure to turn away from the bar so I don’t keep staring at Sookie.
“Your head is on the blonde at the bar,” he snorts.
“Nope. I’m good.”
“Uh huh. How long ago did y’all split up?”
“A while ago.”
“Think she’s moved on yet?” Dawson asks.
“I have no idea. It’s not really my business.”
“You could make it your business if you go ask her how she’s doing,” he suggests.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I’ve talked to Sookie since we broke up.
Around the New Year there was a hookup after a few too many drinks here at Merlotte’s. It didn’t go anywhere. I’m not dumb enough to think we’re getting back together. I had my shot and I blew it.
“Can’t hurt, that’s all. She’s looking pretty damn good,” he points out.
“She always looks good.” Even with her hair up in a messy knot and last night’s eyeliner smudged under her eyes.
“Your loss. Now that we have that settled, you can get your head back in the game? I want to kick your ass fair and square, not because you’re distracted by a good pair of tits.”
“I seem to remember you scratching on your last turn, so by all means.” I motion for him to take his shot.
“That’s the whiskey, not tits.” He leans over to line up his shot before he takes it. He barely misses the hole.
“Wow. You suck at this.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t talk shit,” he laughs.
It makes him look like a bigger jackass when he can’t back it up, but whatever.
I take my next shot and the three ball goes into the corner pocket. All that’s left for me is the right ball, which is going to take some clever aligning to sink. Of course my eyes can’t stay off my ex, who is now getting her groove on to some Luke Bryan song over on the dance floor. Goddamnit.
“You gonna take the shot?” Dawson takes his own shot of whiskey.
“You in a hurry?”
“Nope. I’m going to go to the bar for another round. You want anything?”
“Nah.” What I don’t say is that I’m making a wager with myself. If, by some fucking miracle, I actually sink the eight ball, I’m going to go talk to my ex.
“Alright. When you do get something put it on my tab,” he tells me.
“Yes, boss.” I don’t want him to think I’m cheating, so I stand there and wait.
I’m not going to watch Sookie. I’m not going to watch Sookie. I refuse to be one of those creeper ex-boyfriends who doesn’t seem to be able to accept that it’s over between us.
When I look back on the whole thing, there were warning shots fired. Sookie dropped a lot of hints about how unhappy she was with the way things were between us. I disregarded it all, thinking there was nothing good sex and lots of orgasms couldn’t fix. For a while, good sex and a few presents worked. Nothing big, of course, but flowers delivered to her job or a new book she mentioned wanting to read would show up on the driver’s seat of her car. I didn’t think of it as buying her off at the time, but looking back I know that’s exactly what I was doing.
Somewhere in my subconscious I was hoping that I could keep doing the same stupid shit if I made up for it with things I knew she liked. Breakfast in bed on Saturday morning. Hell, I even went to church with her a handful of times when I really fucked up. In the end, though, it was just bandaids on a wound that continued to fester until Sookie could take it no longer.
So no, I don’t expect her to take me back. Even if she was right and I finally got what she had been trying to tell me, I don’t know if it’s good enough now. People aren’t supposed to get gold stars just for showing up. Doing the bare minimum doesn’t deserve accolades when you’re capable of doing so much more.
When Tray gets back to the table, I take a deep breath before leaning down to take the shot. If I sink this, I win. To cover up the wager I have with myself I ask, “What do I get if I make this damn near impossible shot?”
“An extra vacation day.” He’s drunk.
“Shit, I’m in.”
One more deep breath and a silent prayer. If I don’t make the shot it’s not the end of the world. Mostly I don’t want Dawson’s drunk ass to have bragging rights. Very carefully, I pull the stick back and do my best to hit the right side of the ball. It shoots off to the left and rebounds off one side before bouncing off the far end of the table and pinging off the right wall to roll across the table into the left center pocket.
“Ha! I win!” I yell.
“Fuck. I should’ve bet something else,” Dawson laughs.
“Too late now. Plus I’ll be reminding you of this all week, so there’s that.”
“Oh, I’m pretty fucking sure you will,” he snorts. “This is what I get for drinking with you.”
“This was all your idea, if I remember correctly.” I could be at home watching Netflix in my underwear and stuffing myself with extra pepperoni pizza.
“Yeah, yeah. I needed the drink,” he shrugs. “You’ll learn quickly this happens a lot.”
“Good to know. Well, I’m going to go order a round for the bar on you, since you told me to put what I wanted on your tab.”
I’m not really planning on doing that but it’s fun to see the look on Dawson’s face.
“You do and you can fuck off that extra vacation day and look for a new job,” he says seriously.
I laugh and walk away from the pool table to approach the bar. After ordering a fresh Heineken, I turn my head to the left. I’m not at all expecting to see Sookie standing beside me, but there she is. She’s even prettier up close. Fuck me.
“Hey,” I say with a smile. I’m not going to ignore her when she’s standing right there.
“Hey,” she smiles back. “I didn’t expect to see you here.”
“Yeah, I’ve been laying low,” I tell her, although I’m sure she’s figured that out.
In the beginning it was because I knew if I ran into her, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from saying or doing something I would regret for the rest of my life. When the initial anger burned off, I reasoned that it was best to stay out of her way. Now I… I don’t really have an excuse for why I haven’t been hanging out at the bar. I guess I’ve had better things to do.
“Hmm, figured you’d found a new spot to hang out,” she says as she flags the bartender down.
“Figured or hoped?” Okay, I might still be a little bitter. I’m working on it.
“Figured. I only want the best for you, Eric,” Sookie says with a sad smile.
As long as I stay away from you…
I have to remind myself that it’s my fault she pulled the plug. There are a million things I could have done differently and I didn’t. I have no one to blame for that but myself. Yeah, I suppose I could say it’s my parents’ fault for raising me the way they did. Maybe they explain why I behaved the way I did but it was my choice to continue the behavior after Sookie told me she was unhappy. My fault.
“So… are you seeing anyone?” I haven’t heard any rumors around town that she is, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could buck tradition and hookup with someone from out of town.
Of course if she says she is seeing someone there’s a possibility I might want to throw myself in front of an oncoming vehicle. Metaphorically, speaking.
“No, not yet,” she shakes her head. “I haven’t really been worrying about seeing anyone. What have you been up to since we saw each other last time?”
Last time we saw each other there were shots of tequila and too much talk about the trip we took to Thailand. We ended up back at her place, fucking all over her apartment until we both passed out. It was a good night.
“Switched jobs,” I tell her. “I quit the coffee shop in Ruston. I’m working for Tray Dawson as his business manager.”
“Really? That’s great, Eric,” she says sincerely. “How long ago did that happen?”
“Officially I got on the books with Dawson three weeks ago. I worked for free for a few months before that.”
“Oh wow. Well, I’m proud of you.” Sookie rests her hand on my arm.
“Thanks.” I look down at her hand on my arm. Six months later, her skin still feels right against mine. I really need to stop thinking about that.
When the bartender comes to take her order, I tell him to add Sookie’s drink to my tab. Dawson’s tab. He won’t know the difference.
“I should get back over to Dawson. Good to see you, Sookie,” I tell her after I pick up my beer.
“Thank you for the drink. It’s good to see you too. Don’t be a stranger, Mr. Northman.”
“Yeah,” I reply with a smile and a nod. I’m pretty sure she’s just being polite. Sookie’s really good at being polite. My beer and I head back to the pool table. As much as I want to, I don’t look back to see if Sookie’s watching me walk away.
Seeing Eric reminds me of all of the good times we had together. Breaking things off with him was for the best. His head was in his ass at the time. It feels good to know he’s finally doing something with himself.
He still looks really good too.
I also appreciate the drink. I’m out with the girls, Daphne and Tara. We’d all had rough weeks so we decided tonight we’re going to get drunk, get on the dance floor, and let loose. That’s where I find them with my Lemon Drop after Eric goes back to play pool. I noticed him the second I walked into the bar. He’s an imposing figure. Very tall, handsome, and a crazy amount of swag and charisma. I thought I was lucky to catch his eye in the first place. Two years later, he’s basically a deadbeat. It sucks that I had to break up with him for Eric to finally realize he’s missing out something better than a barista.
Tara is giving me the stink eye when I find her at the table we picked out. I don’t know where Daphne is. She’s probably in the bathroom or out back flirting.
“What are you looking at me like that for?” I ask with a little shrug.
“You and Java Joe look awful chummy.”
“He bought me a drink and was telling me he has a new job. It wasn’t being chummy,” I argue.
“A new job, huh? Please tell me he’s stripping at Hooligan’s.”
“Sadly, he’s not,” I laugh. “He’s a business manager at Dawson’s Garage.”
“You’ve already seen the goods. They’re in the reject pile.”
“The goods were great. It was what they were attached to,” I chuckle. He’s not really a bad guy. He’s just… not motivated.
“Damn devil dicks,” she snickers.
“Seriously. He said he started at the garage on a voluntary basis just to get the experience.” Not the Eric I was with. I don’t know what made him finally get his ass in gear.
My eyes flick over to him bending over the pool table. His ass still looks great in those damn jeans. Ugh.
“Eric volunteered somewhere? I figured that would only happen if a plastic surgeon needed someone to test implants for real feeling after the fact.”
“Right?” I laugh. “He seems to have changed in the last six months.” That doesn’t mean I want him back. I doubt he’s even interested in me anymore. “He also asked me if I’m seeing anyone. What do you think that means?”
“Hard to say. He could just be fishing. Maybe he’s still interested and wants to make a move but not step on someone’s toes. Or it’s possible he wants to warn the guy you’re a demanding bitch.”
“Shoot, he could be trying to warn any new guys. He’s not really the sabotage type, though. At least I don’t think he is,” I sigh.
“Just tossing out possibilities. Sook, don’t worry about him. That chapter’s over in your life. Stop looking back. Literally.”
“He was just bent over the pool table. You’ve seen his ass. It’s glorious,” I remind her.
“Do we need to trade seats?”
“No, I don’t need to look at him. We need to pretend we don’t know each other and move on. I’m sure he has.”
“Don’t pretend you don’t know him. Then it’s too easy to forget what he put you through. Just tell yourself that you’re not going backwards,” she advises. “Come on, let’s go dance.”
I finish my drink before I get up with Tara. I spot Daphne coming in from outside. Sure enough, she’s on the arm of Royce Williams. That’s trouble with a capital T. Hopefully she leaves whatever it is at the bar and doesn’t go home with him. The song playing when Tara and I reach the floor is an upbeat song. I’ve always been a dancer so it’s incredibly easy for me to get lost in the music. Gran, my father’s mother, told me I’ve always been like that. She said even when I was a baby I’d have a bottle and zone out on whatever was playing on the radio. As soon as I learned to walk I started dancing and I havent stopped. I love it. I love it as much as I love teaching American History at the local high school. I love history and seeing the excitement on the kids faces when they learn something new. Of course I have students that don’t give a rip about what I’m talking about. That’s okay too. Hell, have the guys I teach spend History hour with their eyes on my tits. I cover them at work for a reason. Not only is it professional, but it also keeps the high school boys from eyeing my cleavage.
Those rules don’t apply for girls’ night. I’m in a short denim skirt and a flowy crop top that accentuates my girls as well as shows off my midriff. I’m going to show off my body while I still have a good one. The strappy sandals I have on aren’t the best for dancing, but see if they stop me. Nope. Especially after I get a few more drinks into me.
Another drink and four or five songs later Tara decides to go outside for a breather. I’m still on the floor shaking my ass to Kane Brown when I feel a pair of big, warm, familiar hands grab my hips from behind.
“You were wiggling Morse Code at me,” Eric says.
“Oh yeah?” I ask over my shoulder. I don’t pull away. He’s been the only man to touch me for close to three years. I like the way his hands feel and how warm his body is. “What was it saying?”
“Would you believe lyrics to the Kenny Loggins classic Danger Zone?”
“Crazy enough, I would,” I giggle. I wiggle my ass, rubbing him like nothing has changed.
“That’s definitely Save A Horse, Ride A Cowboy.”
“That’s only if I turn around and actually jump on you.” It wouldn’t be unheard of… Yep. The Lemon Drops are in my system.
“I’ll be ready to do some catching.”
I turn around and wrap my arms around his neck.
“When I told Tara you got a new job she asked if it was at Hooligans,” I inform him. “I don’t think that’s a bad idea.”
“Maybe not, but if Tara wants to see my junk it could be arranged on a private– ow!” He rubs his chest where I smack him.
“You know that’s an unspoken rule. Don’t fuck around with the ex’s friends,” I say seriously. I do not like the idea of Tara seeing any part of him he can’t legally show off in public.
“Technically, I think the rule is that your friends aren’t supposed to fuck around with your exes,” he corrects. “We don’t owe each other anything anymore, Lover.”
I narrow my eyes. He hasn’t called me that since long before we broke up. He’s putting the moves on me. I have to decide if I care.
“That’s true. I still won’t mess around with your friends.” Rasul came over after I broke up with Eric to make sure I’m handling things okay. I’m not sure if Eric knows that or not.
“Sookie, it’s a small town. You can’t throw a stone without hitting a friend of mine.”
“That’s why I’m not seeing anyone,” I sigh. I rest my head on his chest. I do miss him a lot. I just don’t want the lazy, unmotivated Eric I broke up with.
“If it helps, I’ll be able to move out of town soon. You won’t have to worry about things getting back to me anymore.”
“Where are you going?”
“Haven’t decided yet.”
I look up at his face and say, “I don’t know if that helps or not.” I quickly wave it off. “Remember that time we went to Florida to the nude beach?” I’m not sure where that came from. Maybe the idea of him taking his clothes off at Hooligans.
“Of course I remember. You didn’t hate me then,” he says with a smile.
“I loved you so damn much it was scary,” I smile back.
“All in the past now.”
“Yeah…” My eyes search his to see if he really doesn’t care about me anymore. I know I’m the one that broke things off, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still care about him. A lot.
To my surprise, he leans down to give me a soft kiss on the lips. It’s over before it even really begins.
“We had a good run though, didn’t we?” Eric asks.
“We had a great run,” I correct him. “What are you doing when you leave here?”
“Going home. Maybe I’ll order a pizza. Stan’s in San Diego for work. I’ve got the place to myself for another week or so.”
“Any interest in having company? We can catch up on what’s been going on since the last time we saw each other.” I don’t know what I’m thinking inviting myself to his house. I really want to go, though.
“That’s probably not a good idea. Things have a way of happening if we’re left alone.”
“You’re right.” I rest my head on his chest again as we continue to sway to the music. I knew this day would come and now it’s here.
“Besides, you’ve been hard enough to get over once.”
“It’s not easy for me either, Eric,” I say without looking up at him.
“Breakups are rarely easy though. I think I should go outside and get some air,” he says before letting me go.
“Yeah, I think I’m going to head home,” I reply. I just need to find Tara and Daphne.
“Okay. Drive safely,” he tells me. Eric gives me one last look. I’ve seen that look before. It’s a sad combination of desire and longing, and it’s gone before he turns to walk out of the bar.
Sadly, the look conveys what I’m feeling for him. I’d been doing so well without him. I’ve been focusing on work and getting my own shit together. Mainly, trying to start my life over without him. I broke up with him but that didn’t stop me from crying myself to sleep on several occasions, willing myself not to call him and tell him to come home. I loved Eric in a way I’d never loved anyone and he’s gone now. I think he’s gone for good. That scares me. A lot.
I guess it’s finally time to move on…
Deep breath in. Slowly exhale. Deep breath in. Slowly exhale. Deep breath in.
The bar’s front door swings open, allowing the Dierks Bentley song playing inside to get louder out in the parking lot. I turn my head to see who’s come out and find Sookie coming toward me. Well, not necessarily toward me, but out of the building.
As she approaches I say, “I haven’t seen Tara anywh–” I don’t get to finish because she pulls my head down to kiss me.
I don’t know if that was planned or if something suddenly hit her. Sookie could be funny like that. She’s good at saying she has no control over one thing or another, when she clearly had to make a choice. This is one of those situations where I feel rather certain she would say it wasn’t up to her to kiss me. Some mystical force made her do it. At the moment, I don’t care.
I grab onto her hips to pull her closer to me, then turn us around so my larger frame is hiding hers when she’s pressed against the side of my SUV. Her arms wrap around my neck while the kisses get deeper. My hands end up in her hair, shifting her head from side to side while our tongues dance and battle. I could kiss this woman for the rest of my life, if I’m being perfectly honest.
Sookie breaks the kiss long enough to ask, “Are you sure you don’t want company?” before her soft lips are right back on mine. Her arms slide around my sides, holding me closely as we continue to make out.
I should tell her to go home, have a breakfast sandwich, and then take out her rabbit for a playdate. That’s what a responsible man would do. Definitely one less selfish and glutton for punishment. Is that what I do? Of course not.
“Do you want to be company?” I’m sure she knows what’s going to happen if she comes back to my house, and it’s not going to be anecdotes and tea at the kitchen table.
“Yes,” she answers matter of factly.
“Leave your car here or drive separately?”
“My car isn’t even here. I rode with Tara.”
That’s good news for both of us. Her car being parked outside my house would get around before the early Sunday service. Hell, it would get around before Merlotte’s opens for lunch tomorrow. But rather than asking Sookie if she’s sure, I unlock the doors of the SUV and she scurries around to get in on the passenger’s side. I get behind the wheel and start the engine. Each of us puts on our seatbelt. The SUV slowly backs out of its parking space. I’m careful to check the backup camera so I don’t accidentally hit someone or run someone over.
I see Sookie pull out her phone and text someone. I presume it’s Tara so her best friend doesn’t worry about where she’s gone, but I don’t ask and Sookie doesn’t tell me. The small two bedroom, two bathroom house I’ve rented is only five minutes away. Stan’s car is in the driveway but it hasn’t moved from the same spot in more than a week. I can see the glow of the kitchen light at the back of the little cottage style house. I left the light on so I wouldn’t trip or knock a bunch of shit over on the walk in.
Sookie follows me into the house and I lock the door behind us. There’s time to reconsider what we’re doing and if it’s a good idea. The alcohol might heighten the things we’re feeling, but those things are still there even without the booze. I kick off my shoes. Won’t be needing them anymore.
Sookie bends over to unhook her sandals. She slips out of them with a groan.
“I don’t know why I torture myself with those things,” she giggles.
“Because they make your ass look edible.”
“This old thing?” She turns around. Sookie’s skirt hits the floor, leaving her in a crop top and a pair of cheeky boy shorts.
A low growl rumbles my chest.
“That old thing might have my teeth marks in it in the morning,” I warn.
“Won’t be the first time…”
Might be the last, though…
I pull my shirt over my head and drop it on the couch. In an effort to maintain our privacy, I make it a point to close the blinds in the living room. God knows who might get up in the middle of the night and look out their living room window, only to catch the two of us fucking on my couch.
Her shirt disappears and I learn she’s not wearing a bra.
“Sorry, I’m making myself comfortable,” she smiles.
“I have no idea why you’re apologizing.” Off go my jeans.
She comes to stand in front of me. Her arms go around my neck as she pulls me down for another deep kiss. Sookie moans against my lips when I slip my hands around to grab her ass. She’s got a great ass, but then she always has. There’s no resistance when I pull her closer to the couch. She tips back over the arm of it and I take advantage by kneeling down between her split thighs. Without any hesitation whatsoever, I dive in face first to kiss her clit.
“Eric,” she breathes. Her head drops back as her hand settles on the back of my head.
She knows I know what I’m doing. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve gone down on her since we started dating. I know the first time was our third date. She wore the sexiest red dress and fuck me shoes. Back then her hair was almost to her waist and she hardly ever wore makeup. That night she smelled like vanilla and tasted like milk and honey. It’s entirely possible I fell in love with her that night. I use all of my experience in getting her off to quickly stoke the fire that still seems to be burning inside her. That means flicking my tongue just right while my index and middle fingers curl just so to stroke her sweet spot. In no time at all she’s panting and pleading with me to make her cum. I’ve done my share of teasing but not tonight.
“Oooo, my God,” she shivers. Sookie wraps her hand in my hair to pull me up. Her beautiful blue eyes lock onto mine. “Fuck me, Eric,” she demands.
My lips crash into hers. She’s easy to manhandle, especially when she’s in the mood she’s in right now. I’ve seen this side of Sookie before. She’s always attractive, but she’s extra sexy when she knows exactly what she wants. I get her to straddle my thighs and she takes it upon herself to stroke me a few times before sliding down my rock solid length. My hands go right to her ass to help her rise and fall. I don’t hesitate to slap her ass. The loud cracking sound is only part of what makes her pussy clench.
“Mmm… yes… again.” She moans and bites her bottom lip when I spank her again. She’s riding me quickly, making her ass slap against my thighs. Her hand moves from my shoulder to her breast, plucking her right nipple.
Under other circumstances, this is a fun Sookie to be fucking because she’s open to doing all sorts of things that she might not be into the rest of the time. I would never accuse Sookie of being boring in bed. Even the most vanilla of sexual encounters with her are still better than just about anything, but when she really comes out of her shell? Man… I’ve had sex hangovers with her.
I slap her ass again and then my thumb finds her clit. Her head falls back and her pussy begins to flutter quickly. The moans coming from her tell me that if I keep doing what I’m doing, she’ll be cumming hard really soon. So to change things up, I grab her hips and thrust up hard and fast.
Sookie rests her hands on my chest to brace herself as I fuck her. Her tits bounce perfectly with each hard thrust.
“Fuck… Eric… yesyesyes… I’m going to…” Sookie’s orgasm rips through her body, her silky walls clamping down around my thick shaft.
I’ve missed this feeling. I miss watching her come apart and then look at me with those lusty, starstruck blue eyes of hers.
When she comes down from her high, I help her off my lap but we don’t go far. Sookie ends up bent over the arm of the couch so I can fuck her from behind. My hand gathers up her hair to hold her head up while my hips slap against her ass. The aftershocks of her orgasm feel incredible. Sookie moans and rocks back to meet my thrusts. Her moans get louder when I reach around to rub her clit. I’m confident I can still fuck her into unconsciousness if I want to.
She tries to drop her head but I wrap my hand tighter in her hair, holding her head in place. I notice her fingers digging into the couch cushion.
“Eric,” she breathes. “Jesus, you’re going to make me cum again.”
“Want me to stop?” I offer.
“Never,” she answers.
Only that’s not entirely true. We won’t talk about that though, at least not right now. Right now she wants me to make her cum again, so that’s exactly what I do. I pull her up against my chest and whisper every filthy thing I’ve thought about her over the last six months but never thought I would get to say. I feel the shivers running through her and I don’t miss it when she reaches down to play with her clit. I pluck her nipple and nibble on the side of her neck. It all proves to be too much and she cums again for me.
She wiggles away from me after she cums. Sookie turns to face me and drops to her knees. Her blue eyes lock onto mine as she takes my tip between her lips. She wraps her hand around my shaft, using her sweet nectar as lube as she strokes me in time with her head bobbing back and forth. Sookie’s a queen.
I told her that all the time when we first got together. Somewhere along the way that tapered off. It doesn’t strike me until just that moment that her unhappiness wasn’t just about my lack of ambition or inability to really commit to her in an adult way; I stopped showing her how much I cared. Like a lot of relationships, I suspect, I began to take her for granted. All the little things that make one person fall in love with another disappeared one by one. I turned selfish and got lazy.
And I picked the wrong woman to do that with because she called my bluff when I thought she wouldn’t leave.
Yet, I must have done something right because here she is. She hasn’t entirely written me off or abandoned me. Still, there’s a part of me that doesn’t like the idea that she’s only here because she knows the sex is good. Better than good. Still, if it’s all we’ve got left then I’ll take it.
It only takes a few minutes before my abs are twitching and Sookie’s occasional moans and hums take me to the edge. She knows my tells as well as I know hers. She doesn’t back off, not for a second. All the same, I give her a warning because it’s the polite thing to do. She redoubles her efforts and my head falls back right before I lose control and cum on her tongue.
Fuuuuuuuck… I miss this.
Sookie hums quietly as she swallows my release. Her hands slide around my thighs, up to my ass where she holds on. Her head gently bobs for a moment longer before she pulls back.
“I definitely need a round two,” she giggles as she looks up at me from the floor.
“Just two? I could use like 97 more.” That is being extremely conservative.
“Two for starters. With you, I can always use another round.” I help Sookie to her feet when she pushes up to kiss me.
I know that feeling all too well, and I suspect she knows it. This is a dangerous rabbit hole to go down and we both know it. Yet, here we are.
When I wake up in the morning I have a warm weight against my back. Eric’s strong arm is wrapped tightly around my middle and his very prominent morning wood is poking me in the butt. I had no plans the night before to come home with him, but here I am. This isn’t the first time we’ve ended up in bed together. Without us both being strong it won’t be the last. The thing is, I’m not sure I want to be strong. It feels way too good in his arms. That’s always been the case.
Eric nuzzles into the back of my head, letting me know he’s waking up too. I need some water, but I don’t want to move. I’m scared if I move it’ll fuck all the good things up. I don’t want to fuck the good things up. I miss the good things.
“Mmm… morning,” I whisper, stretching against him when he pulls me tighter against his broad chest.
“Morning,” he whispers back.
“Plan on putting this thing to work again?” I giggle, wiggling my ass. His dick is solid. I also know the night before wasn’t just the alcohol talking. I don’t regret it for a second.
“Sorry. It’s got a mind of its own.”
“You don’t need to apologize,” I assure him.
“Maybe not, but I should still back off.”
I think about it for a second. Honestly, I probably didn’t need to think about it. In the light of day I’m still feeling what I was feeling the night before.
“What if I don’t want you to back off?” I ask, looking over my shoulder.
“Sookie, the sex is great but it messes with my head, you know what I mean?”
“I know what you mean. I’m saying, I don’t want you to back off, though. Not just in bed. As in… no backing off even after the sex…”
“Seriously.” I turn around to face him. “I miss you, Eric. Like really miss you all the time.”
His eyes squeeze shut, which is not a reaction I expect. They remain shut. Ooookay…
“I… I’m sorry, I’m sure you’re over it. You don’t want me and my nagging after all this time.” I’m a fool for thinking he’d still want me. Ugh.
“No, it’s not that. I’m sure I’m still dreaming,” he says.
“No way you’re really telling me you want to give me another chance. That’s only something that happens in my dreams,” he clarifies with his eyes still closed.
I sigh and wrap my arm around him. I nuzzle into his chest.
“I’ve been miserable without you,” I confess. “I coach myself through my days and fall apart most nights.” Not something I’ve said to anyone, not even Tara.
“You’ve got a good poker face, Stackhouse. I thought you were looking a lot happier.”
“I have less to complain about,” I chuckle. “The happy look is highlighter on my cheeks and cucumbers on my eyes at night to reduce the puffiness.”
“If you have less to complain about, that might be a good reason for me to stay away.”
“I was kidding, Eric. I… I don’t want you to stay away.”
His eyes finally open and look into mine.
“I don’t want you to stay away either.”
“Waking up with you this morning is the best morning I’ve had in a long time, and I have a hangover,” I say.
“There is one thing I have to tell you and I’m not sure you’re going to be thrilled about it,” he says with unease.
“What’s that?” I ask nervously.
“Technically, it’s afternoon. Almost two o’clock, according to the alarm behind you.”
Shit. I’ve missed half the day…
“That’s… okay,” I smile. “It’s worth it.”
“I can’t say for you, but it’s the best sleep I’ve gotten in months.”
“It’s the best sleep I’ve had too. The last time I slept this good was when you came home with me the last time we hooked up,” I admit. “I feel better all around.”
“I’m sorry I took you for granted,” he says sincerely.
I feel tears prickling my eyes. “Thank you, Eric. That’s all I wanted. I…” I had to pause so I didn’t cry. “I just… apology accepted.”
“It’s not all you wanted. Until last night it’s not something that clicked in my brain that you needed. I’m a dumbass, Sookie.”
“I want you to be my dumbass,” I tell him.
“Is it too soon to tell you I love you?”
“I love you, Eric,” I reply. “As hard as I tried to stop, I didn’t. I don’t think I’ll ever stop loving you.”
He smirks in a way I am all too familiar with. He’s about to say something jackassy.
“You sound like a Nicholas Sparks novel.”
I playfully slap his chest.
“I spoke too soon,” I giggle.
“Says the guy who put teeth marks on my butt last night,” I snort. “Plus, you like it.”
“First of all, you asked for it–”
“I didn’t ask for it,” I laugh. “You threatened me with it and I didn’t stop you.”
“I made no threats. I issued a warning and it got you hot.”
“The idea of your hands and mouth on me got me hot,” I clarify. I like it when we get rough. It’s not an all the time thing, but it’s enough to keep things spicy.
“Yeah, yeah, that too,” he says with a knowing smile.
“Point is, I’m tired of missing you when I don’t have to,” I say.
“Sounds like a country song,” he teases and reaches up to play with my hair.
“It probably is a country song,” I state. “So… what do you think? Think we can work this thing out between us?”
Eric looks me in the eyes for a few seconds before he says, “There’s only one way to find out.”
I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. Tara is going to call me weak, but I don’t care. I love this man just as much as I did the day we broke up. I struggled so hard because I know he’s a good one. He just needs a little direction sometimes, and that’s okay. He also knows I’m not bluffing when I give him ultimatums. I have a feeling I won’t have to do that again.
I nuzzle into Eric’s chest, feeling safe and warm when he wraps his arms around me. This is it. This guy is my forever. I’ve known it for a long time, and I was a fool to almost lose him. But then, maybe I wasn’t. The actions I took got to where we are now. It got us back on the right track.