Page 24 of Towles

Skittles nodded. “The club has a way of making you forget all the shit masquerading around in your head. Things run a hundred miles per hour here. You don’t usually have time to think about the shit that brings you down.”

“Ethan is thinking about what’s bringing him down,” I said. “He blames himself for his parents’ death. He blames himself for his siblings hating him. That’s a lot of shit to handle for someone his age. It isn’t right. I’ll speak to him when he gets here,” I said. “Not as if I’m his doctor. He doesn’t need that. He needs a friend to listen.”

“Be good to him, April, and he’ll treat you like a queen.” Skittles left, and I sat on the bed, looking around the room. Like Ethan, I needed a friend to talk to. I mistakenly thought that friend was Paul.

A picture of Ethan and his family sat on a table in the room. He looked to be in his teens. The picture made me feel old. When Ethan was a teen, I was finishing up college. I opened the nightstand and giggled. There was a big tube of lube next to a gun. I’m not sure what made me do it, but I grabbed the tube of lube and lay back on the bed.

Paul had such a tiny dick that we never had to invest in lube. He refused to do anal. “That’s nasty and unnatural,” he said. It wasn’t like I was asking to peg him, though hearing him squeal like a little bitch would have been funny.

I opened the lube and put a bit on the end of my finger. My skin tingled, and I turned the lube container to the side. “May cause tingling.”

I put the lube back in the drawer and reached down my shorts, moving my lubed fingertip over my clit.

Nothing happened for several seconds, and then everything went sideways. I sat in bed and moaned before slamming my head back on the pillow. My finger moved faster, my clit swelling as the orgasm building in my soul prepared to explode. I added a second finger to the orgasm that hit me so hard that it made me curl into a fetal position.

I glanced at the bathroom, but there was no way in hell that I could make it. Instead of trying, I undressed and slid beneath the covers.

Eyes closed, I let the darkness take me into sleep. Sleep took me into dreams. Dreams took me to a waiting Ethan Towles, who held a dozen red roses.

He stood in the doorway of the office I used to have, the sun still glowing behind him. I stayed behind my desk, naked, my tits hanging there for his taking. He said nothing as he entered the office and closed the door on the peeping Jasmine. Someone in the corner cleared their throat, and when I looked, Paul sat on a stool, watching. Ethan noticed Paul as well and joined him. He opened Paul’s mouth and stuck the stem-end of the roses down his throat—such a lovely vase. Still standing next to Paul, Ethan removed his own clothes. I giggled when Paul saw the size of Ethan’s dick.

Ethan walked slowly toward me, glancing at the jealous Paul, who could not move. Ethan put his hand beneath my chin and eased me from the chair. His cock knocked against my stomach. I felt as if one eye was on his, the other on his dick. For the first time in my life, I wanted a man to fuck me so hard that everything else in the world would disappear.

“Did you miss me?” he asked. “I missed you.”

I nodded, the cat having my tongue and fighting never to let it go.

“Do you think I’m biker trash?” he asked.

I nodded.

“But you want this biker trash dick.”

It wasn’t a question. It was a confident statement I couldn’t deny. I nodded emphatically.

“I believe I’ve developed a thing for older women, April.” He slid the chair across the room. The chair banged into Paul’s knees, and he cried out. He slipped two fingers between my pussy lips and tasted my womanly juices. “Delicious.”

“Can I tell you something?” I finally said, and he nodded. “Please fuck me until I can’t walk for days.”

Ethan chuckled. He raised my left leg and then right, placing both around his back. I’d never been a rag-doll to a man until then. Whatever he wanted to take, I was willing to give. His cock pushed against my slippery hole.

“April? April. It’s Ethan.”

I pushed away the hand on my shoulder and opened my eyes. “Oh, shit!” I sat up against the headboard, forgetting to bring the covers with me. I looked down in fear at my naked body. He, no doubt, was used to young, firm hard bodies. He lifted the covers to my shoulders and got up from sitting on the bed. Now was no time to be a gentleman.

“I’ll sleep on the couch in the bar area,” he said. “I just needed to grab some clothes.”

He grabbed a shirt from a drawer and started toward the door. “Wait. Please don’t go. Please.”

Ethan put the shirt down and sat beside me on the bed’s edge. I let the covers fall to my stomach. I wanted to see the desire in his eyes when he looked at my breasts. I wanted to feel a real man’s touch. I wanted to feel desired.

“All this shit going on, and you haven’t had time to grieve for your parents,” I said. “I’m sorry. Life shouldn’t be like that.”

He held my hand and shrugged. “Do I mean something to you, April? Feel free to lie.”

I put my hand against his face. “I’ve never believed in love at first sight, Ethan, especially coming from my profession. Seeing you the other day in the hospital parking lot made me rethink everything I believed was true in life. You speak so poorly of yourself, yet you have a way of making people around you glow. I’ve been nothing but happy being around you.”

“But what does that all mean in the end? Taking a bullet to the head because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time?”

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