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  Suzy: Really?

  Nothing was easy with this one.

  Me: Yes, pick one.

  Suzy: I always wanted someone to take me from behind and for him to hold my wrists at my side so I can’t move.

  Fuck me, it was a start at least. I wanted to pound her into next week. I wanted her so bad I thought my dick would break in my hand.

  Me: What else? More.

  Suzy: I always heard choking was amazing.

  I stroked my cock faster and harder than I had before. I pictured my hands wrapped around her throat, watching her face turn pink, and feeling her clawing my chest as I rammed my cock into her. The warm liquid spurted, landing on my abdomen before I could stop.

  Me: Fuck, sugar. You just made me come so fuckin’ hard.

  Suzy: OMG.

  Me: Are you touching yourself?

  I grabbed my shirt off the floor and wiped up the mess that I created lost in my mental fuckfest.

  Suzy: Yes! You do things to me, Joey, things I’ve never felt before.

  Me: Wait till tomorrow, sugar. Put a finger inside yourself.

  No reply. She must be following my command. Fucking perfect.

  Me: Don’t type; just watch the screen, Suzette.

  Me: I’m going to fuck you from behind and hold your wrists so tight in my grip that your fingers will go numb. My cock’s going to throb inside of you—hit every spot that makes you scream, sugar.

  How in the fuck was I getting a boner already?

  Me: When I see your body grow flush and dew on your skin, I’m going to wrap my hands around your throat from behind and apply pressure until you’re gasping for air and milking my cock for more.

  Me: Come for me, sugar.

  I lay in bed and pictured her touching herself. Down, boy—fuck.

  Suzy: You’re bad for me, Joey.

  Me: Who the fuck wants to be good? Sweet dreams, beautiful.

  Suzy: Night, Joey. I’m looking forward to the ride tomorrow night bahaha

  I turned off my ringer and stared at the ceiling. I planned to give her more than she could handle and make all of her fantasies come true. Suzy was getting to me and cracking the well-built wall around my heart I’d created after Joni’s death. Air—I need air. I jumped out of bed and put on a t-shirt and jeans. I needed to think, and I did that best on the open road.

  I revved the engine a couple of times, put on my riding glasses, and cracked my neck. The roads were clear. The cold weather kept most of the snowbirds that traveled south off the roads, especially at night. I kicked the bike in top speed and felt the wind lash my exposed skin and blow through my hair.

  I rode for over an hour, winding through the country roads before pulling in my driveway after midnight. My muscles vibrated and I felt exhausted. My mind was too tired to think of anything but my bed.

  ***

  After grabbing my keys and jacket off the couch, I headed outside. Even though the calendar read October, the air was sticky and the sun made my skin burn—but I knew there would be a chill in the air tonight. Florida’s winters were bipolar. Sometimes hot, sometimes cold—a totally fucking guessing game to keep you on your toes.

  I tried to use Suzy’s crazy-ass fucking method—I made a mental checklist while I drove. She had pros—fucking beauty, smart as hell, kick-ass career, independent, kind, innocent—but she also had cons. She was too fucking innocent and she could crush my heart into a million fucking pieces. Think, man. She has to have other fucking flaws. I liked the geeky girl underneath the hot, beautiful body. She wasn’t used up and bitter from her experiences.

  I walked in the shop early to find Mikey sitting at the front desk, rifling through the papers. “Morning, Mikey.”

  “Hey, bro, how’s it hanging?”

  “Little to the left,” I said, adjusting myself.

  “Never pegged you for a lefty. Thought maybe down the middle.”

  “Fucker, how could it hang down the middle? You need your head checked or some shit?”

  “You know, maybe you weren’t blessed with the Gallo family genes. Just sayin.’”

  “Dumb fuck. You’ve seen my dick—you pierced the motherfucker for me.”

  Mikey chuckled. “I know, fucker. Just yanking your fucking chain. Touchy this morning, aren’t we?”

  I threw my bag next to my chair and walked up to the desk.

  “Not touchy, Mike. This fuckin’ girl is stuck in my head.”

  Mikey shook his head and started to laugh. “Ah, she’s cracking that cold, dead heart of yours?”

  “Fuck, I don’t know. I’m seeing her again tonight. What the fuck am I doing, man?”

  “Pussy. She got good shit, huh?” He grinned.

  “Platinum pussy. Has my brain all fuckin’ jumbled up, man.”

  “Never thought I’d see the day.”

  “Makes two of us,” I mumbled.

  “Listen, you want anyone else fucking her?” he asked as he placed his hand on my shoulder. He was always into love and touching, and it made me batshit crazy.

  The thought of anyone else touching Suzy made me want to fucking vomit, or beat the shit out of the bastard. “Fuck no, I want to be the only one inside her. I don’t like sloppy seconds.”

  “Well, there’s your answer.”

  “Fucking hell.” I shook my head and stared at the floor.

  “Doesn’t mean you have to marry her, Joey. Just make sure she doesn’t want to fuck anyone else. Make her yours—take the leap.”

  “For once, Mikey, you’re right. Fucking miracle.” I couldn’t deny it anymore. I wanted her and couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else touching her or kissing her beautiful lips.

  “You know I always got your back. It’s been years, man. Joni would want you to be happy.” He grabbed the schedule off the counter as the door chimed and the rest of the Gallo pack walked through the doors. “Would they have been friends—Joni and this girl?”

  They had some similarities. Joni would think Suzy was funny as hell and sweet. “Yeah, they probably would have liked each other.”

  “She doesn’t want you alone, wherever she is.”

  “Thanks, Mikey.” Waiting for everyone to get settled, I grabbed my phone and sent Suzy a message about tonight.

  Me: You’re mine tonight, Suzette.

  11

  Friday ~ Worlds Collide

  Suzy

  The day dragged on, and the students were in a foul mood. I needed the weekend to start. When the lunchtime bell rang, I walked in my office, plopping in my chair as I let my head fall back. “Jesus,” I muttered. I closed my eyes for a moment and listened to the stillness in the air, since the kids had cleared the building. Two more class periods—I could do it.

  I opened my drawer, grabbed my container of leftover pasta, and searched for my phone. I hoped City messaged me—I needed something to brighten up this shit day. I looked at the screen and my stomach fluttered. I was “his” tonight. What did he mean? Sexually?

  I never liked to be called Suzette, but the way it sounded coming out of his mouth made my breath hitch. He always seemed to whisper it in my ear or say it against my lips, and it drove me crazy. I wanted to hear him say my name tonight.

  Me: Only tonight?

  Hell, did I just sound needy?

  City: All things are possible.

  What the hell did that mean?

  “Hello. Suzy, you in here?” I heard Sophia calling from the door.

  “In my office,” I yelled, grabbing a forkful of noodles.

  Sophia stood in the doorway and made a sound of disgust. “I don’t know how you eat that Ragu shit cold. Bleh.” She scrunched her nose, opened her mouth, and stuck her finger inside, pretending to gag.

  “Hey, Mama Guido, what are you doing slumming it down here?” I stuck the noodle in my mouth and made a face at her.

  “Kayden and I were talking, and we wanted to know if you and the cock piercing wanted to come over for a barbecue tonight?”

  “You just want to molest
him with your eyes.”

  “No, I don’t. I have my hunk. Kayden still makes me tingle thinking about him.” She made a silly face and shook her body like just the thought of him brought her pleasure. “I want to meet this guy and see if he’s worthy of my little Suzy. Plus, Kayden could use a little pick-me-up. Maybe they can be friends and we can double date.” She rested her body against the door with her leg crossed in front of the other and her arms folded. I always had a hard time saying no to Sophia.

  “Well, I’d have to ask him. I don’t know what he had planned.”

  “Send me an email after you ask him. It’ll be fun. Don’t take no for an answer. You’ve piqued my curiosity about this man that has you all types of insane. I mean, sweetie, I’ve always known you were crazy, but he has you questioning everything in your perfect little mapped out life. I must meet him.”

  “Fine, Soph. Let me ask him.”

  Me: BBQ at my friends’ place tonight. You game?

  “There, I asked. It’s up to him now. Happy?” I grabbed a huge forkful and slowly placed it in my mouth—anything to gross Sophia out. She was the queen of sauce and meatballs. I missed when the house used to fill with the smell of her cooking. I’d come home after a long day and Kayden would have something divine on the stove. Now it was Ragu and me against the world.

  “Ugh, I can’t stand here and watch you eat that shit.”

  My phone chirped. “Wait,” I said as she walked away from my office. “Incoming.”

  “So?”

  City: Sounds fanfuckingtastic. What time shall I give you a “ride”?

  “Um,” I said as I felt the heat creep into my cheeks. “He wants to know what time we should arrive.”

  “He talks all proper like that?”

  “Nope, but that’s all you’re getting. Time, please?”

  She sighed. “Eight, okay? If you’re gonna be late just let me know, whoreface. Bye,” she said as the door closed behind her.

  Me: Sophia said to be there at eight. Pick me up around ten till to be there on time—Sophia doesn’t do late.

  I knew that Sophia would take one look at City and practically be doing cartwheels. She’d never liked any man I had seen since we became friends. I flipped through the paperwork from my mailbox this morning as I waited for City to respond.

  City: I’ll be there at six thirty. Be ready for me, because I’m hard as a fuckin’ rock. I have plans for that pussy before we go to the BBQ.

  OMG, OMG, OMG.

  Me: I’ll be waiting with bells on.

  Five minutes left before the next barrage of hooligans walked through the door. My afternoon classes were murder. They weren’t bad kids, but they were challenging and mentally draining.

  City: Naked—no fucking bells.

  A fire ignited in my body as I read the screen. It’s on like Donkey Kong.

  12

  Passing the Test

  City

  “Coming,” a female voice from inside yelled.

  “I remember you saying those very words twenty minutes ago,” I growled in Suzy’s ear.

  Her cheeks turned a rosy shade of pink as she bit her lip, trying to hide her smile. Suzy pushed her hair off her shoulders and fixed her shirt, as though she wanted everything perfect and in place.

  “Stop fidgeting, sugar.”

  “Oh my God, I can’t. Sophia is going to take one look at me and know what we did,” she said, dabbing her fingers at the corner of her lips.

  “If she doesn’t, then I didn’t do it right.”

  A beautiful brunette opened the door with a smile. She looked me over, starting at my face, and then her eyes raked over my body. I felt almost violated by the way she appraised me. She looked at Suzy with a devilish grin and opened her arms. The girls exchanged hugs and whispered words that I couldn’t hear, but Sophia’s eyes didn’t leave mine.

  “Sophia, this is City.”

  “Nice to meet you, Sophia.” I extended my hand to her. Sophia’s hair was pulled back in a sloppy bun that sat on top of her head. She had a bright white smile and kind eyes.

  She placed her hand in mine. “Nice to finally meet you, City. I’ve heard all about you.” She winked.

  A grin crept across my face—I guessed I got the thumbs-up from her friend. “Nice things, I hope.”

  “She spoke very big of you.” She giggled, and I felt my cheeks heat. I could tell these girls together were going to be a handful. “Come on in. Kayden and Jett are out on the patio starting the grill.”

  I extended my arm for Suzy to walk in front of me, and I watched both girls walk inside as I stayed close behind. They lived in a small apartment that was decorated with mismatched pieces that all worked. SportsCenter was on the television, and baby things were scattered everywhere.

  “Don’t mind the mess. Children have a way of overtaking everything, no matter how small.” Sophia waved her hands around and picked up small toys off the floor before tossing them in a basket near the television stand.

  The door to the patio opened and a tall, muscular man holding a baby walked into the living room. His head was clean-shaven, and he looked like someone that I’d find down at the Neon Cowboy—or a guy who would walk in my shop for some work.

  “Kayden, baby, Suzy brought her new beau, City.”

  Kayden eyed me warily. I held out my hand to him. “Nice to meet you, Kayden. Suzy talks very highly of you and Sophia.”

  Kayden placed the baby in the crook of his left arm before extending his right hand to me. “Glad to meet you, City.” He squeezed my hand tightly, almost to the point of pain, but I didn’t dare pull away. I knew the fuckin’ macho bullshit. He was staking his claim on Sophia and giving me a silent warning with Suzy.

  “Oh, Jett, come here, baby.” Reaching for Jett, Suzy plucked him from Kayden’s arms.

  “No hello, Suzy? How are you, Kayden? I’ve missed you, Kayden. Just oooh, Jett.” Kayden laughed.

  “Oh now, Kayden, you know I love you. Gimme a kiss,” she said, puckering her lips and closing her eyes.

  My heart raced with the thought of Kayden placing his lips on hers. I squeezed my hands into fists. They were just friends. Kayden planted a kiss on her cheek as he rubbed the head of his child before walking into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around his wife.

  “He’s gotten so big,” Suzy said as she bounced the baby in her arms, patting his butt. She looked natural with a child in her arms, like it was something she did every day. Her eyes lit up as Jett gripped her thumb.

  “He’s growing like a weed,” Sophia said from the kitchen. “What do you guys want to drink? City, what can I get you?”

  “I’ll take a beer if you got one.”

  Suzy’s eyes grew wide and her nostrils flared, and I didn’t know what I said, but obviously I’d fucked up somehow. “But it’s okay if you don’t. I’ll really drink anything.”

  “Coming right up. Suzy? Virgin daiquiri, babe?” Sophia snickered as she opened the fridge and began to dig around.

  “What did I say wrong?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Kayden doesn’t drink. He’s an alcoholic and has been clean for about a year now.” She looked at Kayden and Sophia before returning her attention on the cooing baby in her arms.

  “I didn’t know. Shit, you should’ve given me a heads-up, sugar.”

  “I’m sorry. It just slipped my mind.”

  “It’s okay, City. It’s not something the ladies like to talk about. It’s always the giant elephant in the room,” Kayden said as he handed me the beer. “I can be around alcohol and not drink.” He sat down on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. “Sit down; let the ladies work their magic in the kitchen. We’ll take care of the meat, like God intended.”

  “I don’t want to hear about your meat, Kayden.” Suzy snickered.

  “Kitchen, Suzy, but let Sophia cook.” He pointed at her then toward the kitchen, and snapped his fingers.

  “I can cook, Kayden,” she said as she rubbed her nose ag
ainst the baby’s face before handing the baby to Kayden and walking away.

  “City, Suzy can’t cook a lick. She’s the queen of pre-made. Just an FYI,” he said as he cradled the baby and ran his finger along the chubby cheek.

  Sitting on the couch, I set my beer on my knee and relaxed. “Eh, I can cook, so it’s not a deal-breaker for me. Bucs fan?”

  “Fuck no, Browns fan born and bred.” He stretched out, placing his free hand behind his head.

  “No shit? You like an underdog or abuse?” I smiled before lifting the beer to my lips.

  “I stay true to my roots, you?”

  “Bears fan. No other way to be.”

  “They’ve had some fuckin’ horrible seasons, but the Browns have the market cornered on losing.”

  “Give ya that,” I said as I tipped my beer toward him. “Suzy said you three lived together.”

  “Yep, for a while. She was a lifesaver, and I owe her. Don’t fucking break her heart—I’ll beat the fuck out of you.” He laughed. “Seriously, you’ll have a few more holes to match the ones you currently have.”

  What? I could see the girls had talked about me in detail. “Not my plan,” I said. “Suzy isn’t like other girls.”

  Suzy leaned against the counter and watched Sophia as they chatted. They looked over at us and started laughing.

  “No, she’s not. She’s kind, pure, and too trusting. I feel like she’s my little sister, and I’ll protect her like she’s my family.”

  “Gotcha. Loud and clear.”

  “You boys done with your pissing match?” Sophia said as she walked in the room with a plate of burgers. “These won’t cook themselves.”

  “Let me handle the meat,” Kayden said, handing Jett back to Suzy.

  “That’s what she said.” Sophia chuckled. Kayden grabbed the plate from her and kissed her on the lips. She looked at him with a dopy grin as he backed away.

  “If you’re a good girl, I’ll let you handle my meat later.”

  “Not in front of our guests,” Sophia said as she smacked him on the shoulder.