Chapter 11

You've all been very patient so I hope you'll feel as rewarded as I think Mya does by the end of this...but no running to the end and peeking!

“So are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Sidney asked as he drove away from the parking lot with Mya in the passenger seat. A quick glance in the rear view mirror confirmed that Tanger was still standing in the pouring rain in the middle of the parking lot staring after them, looking pissed off, his hands clenched at his sides. “Because I’m going to take a beating for this later, so I think I deserve an explanation.”

“Don’t we all,” she mumbled, running her hands through her rain slicked hair and staring straight ahead.

“Yeah...that.” Sidney felt his face heat as he turned his attention back to the wet road ahead of him, swerving slightly to avoid a large puddle that would have soaked a number of students waiting at the nearby bus stop. “About that, I know what you think and....”

“Look, we don’t have to do this. I needed an easy way to break up with Kris and we both know what you think of me and my profession so let’s just forget about all of this awkward small talk bullshit okay?” She turned to look out the passenger window, essentially dismissing any opportunity of open dialogue. Sidney started to chew on his bottom lip as his hands gripped the wheel. This would have been so much easier if he’d left her the note of if he’d just manned up and dealt with his little disappearing act a month ago instead of leaving the wound to fester and become infected.

Still, now that she was here, in his vehicle, seemingly trapped, Sidney told himself there was no time like the present.

“Look, about the money,” he began, squeezing the wheel just a little harder.

“What? You think it was too much? Didn’t get your money’s worth?” she snorted, digging into her book bag and coming out with a familiar looking wad of cash. Sidney glanced over at her, at the money she was holding out to him and then back at the road. “What? Thought I’d have spent it all already?” she asked in a mocking tone that made his stomach tighten around the ball of guilt that was already sitting in it like a lead weight.

“I didn’t...I mean, that was just a mistake. See I’d stopped to buy the wine and....”

“So you thought I was fucking free? Well if that doesn’t beat all,” she muttered, dropping the bills in the cup holder and shaking her head.

“Will you shut up woman? I’m trying to explain that what happened was just a stupid mistake. I never meant to leave the money and I never should have fucking left and for your fucking information I came back but you’d locked the door, okay?” He slammed on the brakes, skidding to a stop on the wet street, just past the stop line despite the green light. He even ignored the honking car behind him as he swivelled in his seat to look over at her. Her eyes were wide and she was biting down on her bottom lip, barely able to conceal a smile. “What? What’s so fucking funny?

“Do you actually expect me to believe that?” She asked, shaking her head in obvious disbelief. “I mean c’mon. If that’s all it was you would have just come by the next day. You must think I’m pretty naive if you think that I’d actually believe that pile of steaming....”

“Naive? No I don’t think you’re naive. I mean you get naked for a living,” he muttered, putting the SUV back into gear and putting on his signal, muttering under his breath about the cars blasting their horns behind him.

“Oh yeah, let’s get back to that, because you obviously have such a moral high ground where that’s concerned. I mean you were what? Barely eighteen when you posed shirtless for Vanity Fair? You got paid for that didn’t you?” He felt his face burn just as it always did when anyone teased him about his ‘beefcake’ pictures. “Well?” She asked again and he shrugged in reply. It wasn’t something he liked to talk about. He’d been asked since, more than a few times, but he’d vowed never to stoop so low as to debase himself that way again. “Fuck, whatever,” she snapped, turning to stare out the window again at the rain soaked street. “If you want to sit there on your high horse and judge me, then fine, but just for your information, I have my reasons and if you want to think about it unfavourably then don’t let me fucking stop you.”

Sidney ground his teeth together in frustration. On one hand, he really didn’t think much of her chosen profession. On the other hand, he was drawn to this woman and it felt wrong to sit here and judge her without listening to what she had to say.

“You said you had...reasons?” he asked quietly, glancing over at her profile, noting the proud way she held her chin high and steady. He waited until she turned to meet his gaze before he turned his eyes back to the road.

“It’s not like I do it for a lark,” she began, returning his attention to the passing scenery, “but how many jobs can a woman get, part time that pay enough for rent and food and tuition?” He could feel her looking at him but he only shrugged again in reply. If it was some kind of shot at him he wasn’t going to rise to the bait. The closest idea he had to what a regular job paid was his mom, and even that was a guess at best. He decided it was better to keep silent than look stupid. “Yeah well, there aren’t many jobs a girl can make three g’s a week at.”

He turned to her, knowing his eyes were wide in surprise.

“Three thousand?” he repeated and it was her turn to shrug.

“Some girls, the main attractions, make more and it depends a lot on your tips, but yeah, around that. But before you get your knickers in a twist, most of it’s going to pay my Aunt’s medical bills. You know that one I was visiting at the cemetery that day?” Sidney nodded, turning his attention back to the road, realizing already where this was going and wondering if there was some place he could pull over at and bang his head against the wall.

He’d been such an ass. He was a judgemental ass.
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She looked over at him, watching his jaw clench, that muscle where his jaw met his skull twitching as he ground his teeth together. She wondered if she was getting through that thick skull of his or not. With a sigh, she turned back, putting her palm against the window and resting her cheek on the cool, damp glass before she began to talk about her Aunt.

“She died last year, when I was still writing finals. She forbade me to lose a year of school by missing the exams. I told her that I could make them up later but I think she knew it wasn’t true. I mean I could have lied and said it was my mom and then they would have but...,” Mya smiled remembering the heated conversation they’d had over the phone. Her Aunt had forbidden it, wouldn’t even discuss it, no matter how much she begged. “She died, without me there for her and maybe that doesn’t sound like a big deal but you had to know us. She was...she was my best friend and she suffered and died without me there to hold her hand in this...in one of those public teaching hospitals where you don’t have any privacy and your loved ones have to change your bed pan and help you keep clean, change your bedding. I could have done that for her. I should have been there to do that for her. She should have come home,” Mya’s hand curled into a fist as she closed her eyes, willing away the tears that wanted to flow every time she thought about it. Steve had promised her that her imagination made it out to be worse than it was but she wasn’t sure and she’d never know for sure. “Do you know what kind of medical coverage American army vets get around here?” she asked finally, to which Sidney could only shake his head, still mute. “Shitty. Really shitty. I can’t believe how evil the American government is towards their vets. Steve, my uncle, he was in Kuwait. His coverage...it sucked. It didn’t really cover much and...well I won’t let him get kicked out of their little bungalow because he owes some piece of shit hospital tens of thousands of dollars. Not if I can shake my bootie and have men throw money at me. So...maybe you think that I’m less of a person....”

“I don’t,” he said suddenly, reaching over and grabbing her wrist, his fingers closing around it tightly, tight enough to hurt. She stared across the vehicle at him, trying to read the emotion in his eyes but it was nothing but confusion. “I’m sorry...about your Aunt and...and I’m sorry about judging you. I was wrong...it was wrong” He looked down at where his hand was crushing the small bones in her wrist and released her, just like that.

He pulled the SUV up to the curb and Mya realized that they were in front of her apartment. He took the key out of the ignition and an odd silence fell over them. She watched him wrap his thick fingers around the keys on his key ring, knowing the metal teeth of each one of them was digging into the palm of his hand. Was he waiting for her to get out? Mya looked up at his profile, at his pale white skin, at the dark, damp curls that were plastered to his forehead, and waited.

And waited.

They sat in silence for what seemed like at least half an hour before Mya decided she must have been dismissed, even if she didn’t know it, so she turned to open the door and slide out onto the sidewalk. Just as she did though, so did he and then he followed her to the door, waiting silently behind her while she dug for her keys in her bag.

He was still completely silent as she ascended the steps to her floor, following her like a sullen child that had been scolded. His head hung low, his eyes on his feet. She wanted to ask him what he thought he was doing, but decided that he must just feel some sort of chivalrous duty to walk her to her door, or maybe there was something he’d forgotten in her apartment that she hadn’t noticed. But even as she put her key in the deadbolt and turned it, he followed her inside. At least as far as the hallway, before he finally stopped.

Mya put her book bag down on one of the bean bag chairs in the living room and unbuttoned her jacket, draping it over the back of another chair. She turned back to see him still standing there, watching her with wary eyes. It was so different than the last time he’d been here. They’d bypassed even small talk, and now she was seeing her small, shabby apartment through his eyes and almost felt naked as she stood there, waiting expectantly and anxiously for him to say whatever it was he’d obviously followed her up here to say.

It seemed to take forever but finally his hazel eyes looked up into hers’ and Mya knew that whatever he was going to say, it wasn’t going to be easy for him to say or maybe for her to hear.

“It wasn’t...when I came here before...when we...,” his cheeks turned pink and he ducked his head away like he couldn’t look at her when he said it. “I just need you to know that it wasn’t about all that other stuff. Your job and that....” He looked up at her and Mya felt like his hand had reached into her chest and was squeezing her heart so hard it hurt. He needed her to believe him. That much was clear. “I didn’t even know...not until I saw you with Kris...I didn’t know about you and that...not until now.” He was pleading with her and Mya felt her knees weaken along with her resolve as she found herself walking towards him.

Her hand reached out towards him, almost like the appendage didn’t belong to her, like it was floating away from her. She watched her fingertips brush lightly along the sharp outline of his cheekbone and down, down to his lips where the pad of her thumb came to rest like a bookmark, keeping her place. His hazel eyes searched hers’, a little too wide, full of confusion and maybe just a little panic. It was so at odds with the confident young man out on the ice, or even the boyish charmer she’d met on the Island all those months ago.

She felt her blood warm for him, the hurt and anger leaking out of her body, leaving it languid and soft as she pressed it against the solidity of his muscular frame. Her thumb pressed down on his lower lip, pulling that full pink tissue down in a cute pout before she nipped at it, tugging it between her teeth like the bubblegum it so nearly resembled.

He moaned, his eyes falling shut as her hands pressed against his chest, grabbing hold of his shirt and pulling him to her as she kissed him, pressing her lips over his as hard as she could. She felt his heart begin to thump under her hand and her own fluttered like beating wings in her own chest in reply.
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His hand knotted in her hair, wrapping the dark waves around his hand until he had a good grip on it and then he tugged. Not hard enough to hurt. Just hard enough that she had no choice but to tilt her head back, revealing the long, elegant line of her neck. He brushed his lips over the quickening pulse of her carotid, tasting a bouquet of floral scents missed with soap and the musk of sex rising from her skin and he knew he’d never be able to walk away from her now. She called to him, like some kind of telepathy, like some kind of drug and he knew he could try to keep running away but he would come running back to her again and again for this, for the feel of her body melting against his and for the perfume of her skin and for her taste of her lips.

He bit into her, his teeth digging into the thin flesh until she gasped and her hands slid around his back and her fingernails dug in, sending signals to his brain that should be warning him of pain but instead sent signals down to his cock and made it pulse and harden and strain against his jeans.

Fuck he wanted her and not in the sweet longing sort of way he’d felt when he’d been around Randi. He didn’t want to just hold Mya and kiss her softly and be close to her. He wanted to ravage her and bite her and make her scream. He would never be satisfied with making love to her. He wanted to claim her like his very own planet. He wanted to drive his flag into her and mark her so that everyone would know that she could belong to no one but him.

He didn’t want to just nip at her lip as she had done. He wanted to draw blood as he bit down on her shoulder, tugging at the fabric that was obstructing him.

She raised her hands above her head and he pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside, bending immediately back to his work, tasting her sweet skin as his hands cupped her full breasts, enjoying the way the black lace of her bra chafed against the palms of his hands. Her nipples hardened as he ran his hand over them. He could feel them poking through the fabric and wondered if the lace chafed their soft pink tips. He squeezed them, rubbing the lace against them and heard her whimper, the sound vibrating through her skin as he nibbled his way back up her neck.

Squeezing harder, he heard her gasp and her nails dug deeper into his back as her hips pressed urgently against his and then it was his turn to gasp. His cock twitched and throbbed against the painful restraint of his pants, as if it was searching for the soft wet cleft of pussy. The thought of those pink lips gleaming with her juices made his mouth go dry as he realized that he couldn’t wait much longer or her might never make it inside of her before he came.

Lifting her off of her feet, he walked her over to her kitchen table and set her on it, dragging her tight black leggings down until they pooled at her ankles and he was forced to tug off her high heeled ankle boots. He felt a brief pang of regret as he dropped them to the floor. He would have like to have felt them digging into his ass. Maybe later.

When he looked back at her, she looked back at him almost as if she were under the influence of some kind of drug, her green eyes hooded, her sweet, soft lips parted in a dazed sort of smile. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her then, kissed her until he couldn’t breathe, until both of them were gasping for breath when he finally drew his lips away from hers’.

He tugged off his shirt then, tossing it behind him before reaching for his belt and found her hands already there, her smaller, more elegantly made fingers making quick work of undoing his belt and unzipping his jeans and then he was groaning out loud as her fingers reached inside and wrapped themselves around his aching cock.

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“Fuck...don’t...I’ll cum,” he moaned, but didn’t reach try to stop her from pulling him closer, using his cock as a leash. His gaze met hers’ then, filled with hunger and a fierce desire that made her already wet pussy gush with need.

“Fill me then,” she urged, guiding him inside before wrapping her legs around his waist and letting him pull her almost off of the table, his big hands on her hips. “Fuck me,” she whispered, her eyes falling closed as his dick filled her completely, stretching her, making her gasp out loud at the sweet almost pain that the thickness of him caused her.

He obliged, his hips meeting hers as he began to thrust frenziedly and violently and it was all Mya could do to hold onto him, her thighs squeezing tightly around him, her nails digging into his shoulders and still every time he withdrew, he pulled her with him so that she nearly slid from the table. He must have felt it too, and after a couple of minutes of unsatisfying thrusts where he could do not go deeply enough for either of them, he picked her up in his arms and she slid down over his cock and felt all the air leave her lungs in one long gasp.

She wrapped her body around him then, kissing him urgently as she dug her fingers into his thick wavy mane of hair and locked her ankles behind his back. He used gravity then and his sheer strength to move her up and down on hick dick and Mya was felt the tension on the small of her back and squeezed the muscles of her vagina tightly around him as she came. She moaned into his mouth, his tongue lapping at hers’, his body still as she jerked and shuddered around him.

He let her down then and Mya looked at him, confused, certain she hadn’t felt the spasm of his cock unloading within her and he answered her wordlessly by shoving her back towards the table, spinning her so she was facing it and she found herself clinging to the edge of it while he stepped between her legs, kicking them wide before shoving his way inside of her, leaving her breathless and wide eyed, sure that he’d torn her in two.

He fucked her then, hard and mercilessly as his thick fingers dug into her rib cage, pulling her back towards him, over him. She could feel the head of his cock slamming into the mouth of her cervix and it made her shudder, but better than that, the length of him slid over her g-spot over and over, bringing her to climax again and again until she couldn’t really stand, her knees giving way and her grip loosening on the table.

She was about to beg for another change of position when he pulled out of her altogether and she cried out at the emptiness she felt without the pulsating thickness of him inside of her. She looked at him over her shoulder and saw his hand slide over the gleaming wetness her body had deposited on his cock and she moaned out loud.

He was jacking off and she was impossibly turned on by the sight of his hand pumping along the width of his cock. She watched with wrapt fascination as his hand slid up and down the gleaming thickness of his dick, as it twitched and pulsed in his hand. She looked to see his eyes almost closed but not quite, a beatific smile on his face before his jaw slackened and he groaned her name. She looked back down to see thick white fluid jetting from his cock onto the small of her back, interlacing with the ivy pattern of her tattoo.