Page 3 of Finding Home with You

“Pete,” I nod, ordering a beer as I take a seat up at the bar.

By the time I’m halfway through, an arm is sliding across my shoulders and a hand is brushing my forearm. I turn and am greeted with a huge pair of tits pressed against me. After a good look, I force my eyes to the owner of the impressive rack’s face.

“Hello, Ryan Summers,” the woman says.

She’s definitely hot, in that big tits, big hair, and big lips kind of way. She also looks familiar, and I’m absolutely positive I’ve banged her at some stage.

“Hey,” I say, half turning to face her.

She takes the opportunity to step closer and my knee winds up between her legs. As she subtly grinds against me, I have to swallow hard. “You don’t remember me, do you?” she asks.

“Sure I do,” I lie, my eyes going to her chest again.

“Oh yeah?” she says, placing a finger under my chin and forcing my gaze back up. “What’s my name then?”

I’m staring at her face, racking my brain for a reminder. I’m usually pretty good at remembering who I’ve been with, but since Erin, it’s been a while. Big tits, big lips… Big tits, and I’m sure I remember those lips around… I smile as it suddenly hits me. “Shelley,” I say, a smug grin on my face.

Shelley practically purrs with happiness as she presses herself against me again. “Well done, Detective,” she says. “At least now you’ll know what name to call out later on.”

I smile even though a part of me is repulsed at the idea. There’s something about this blatant come-on, especially when Shelley knows I barely remember who she is, which instantly turns me off. Why is she making it this so easy for me, doesn’t she have any self-respect?

“Pretty confident there, aren’t you?” I can’t help but ask.

Shelley smiles. “I just know what you like,” she says, her nails stroking my arm.

I take another sip of my beer thinking, no, you have no idea what I like. I know though, and it’s not this. I want a woman who makes me work for it, who wants me to not only prove I’m good enough for her, but that I’m gonna be the best damn fuck she’s ever had.

I shake my head, wondering where the hell this sudden change of heart is coming from. I never used to be this picky; the fact that I once fucked Shelley is proof of that.

“What?” Shelley asks. “You don’t like?”

I finish off my beer and stand. “Not tonight, Shelley,” I say as I remove her hand from my arm and pick up my jacket.

“What? Why not?” she asks, almost insulted.

I shrug. “Just not in the mood, I guess.”

Shelley’s face is a mix of shock and annoyance. “Not in the mood?” she almost shouts. “Since when is Ryan Summers not in the mood?”

“Dunno,” I tell her. “Today.”

Shelley crosses her arms, pushing her tits higher. I can’t help but glance at them, and when I look back at her, she’s smirking at me. “Oh, you’re in the mood,” she says, taking a step closer.

I shake my head. “No, I’m not.”

The smirk disappears. “What the hell? Are you seeing someone or something?”

Her words stop me in my tracks.

“Good night, Shelley,” I quickly say, not even bothering to look at her as I turn and walk out the door.

Holy shit.

As the cool air hits me, so does the sudden realization.

I seriously haven’t been with a single other woman since the first time I was with Erin in the ladies’ bathroom at Beck’s family’s pub.

I’d followed her in there after we’d been arguing over something; I can’t even remember what it was now. All I knew was that the way this woman was arguing with me, it turned me on like nothing ever has before. I’d wanted her immediately, and even though she’d told me to fuck off, I could tell she wanted me, too. So I’d followed her in there. She’d offered to suck me off, but when I refused to say please, I’d torn off her panties and fucked her instead. I didn’t even stop to put on a condom, and it wasn’t until she’d walked out and left me standing there, my dick out and her panties in my hand, that I’d realized what a shitty thing that was to do.

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