Page 6 of Stevie
“God damn it!” I growl. My Mama and Baka are here to make the three a.m. donuts. I just wanted an orgasm before I had to start this long day.
“Oh no, no, no,” He laughs through his labored breaths. “You ain’t getting off this ride yet.” He thrusts into me again, and I cry out.
“You know I can’t be quiet!” I growl, slapping his arm. Brooks leans over me, clamping his large hand over my mouth before thrusting again. His palm muffles my cries, and I watch him smirk.
“Now,” he purrs while rotating his hips so his piercing rubs against my walls. “Youarecoming on my cock before you leave. Are we understood?” I nod and watch in the dim street lights as Brooks’ torso moves, his muscles contracting, sweat running down his chest and stomach. I scream and fight his hand as his free fingers find my clit.
Shivering and shaking, I spread my thighs wide, and he has to bite back a cry of his own as he drives further in. I feel myself contracting, and when I snap, I rake my nails down his chest while screaming into his hand. Brooks hisses in pain as I feel him fill me.
“Fuck! Stevie!” He whimpers as he releases my mouth, leaning down to kiss my lips.
“Okay,” he chuckles while calming his breathing and removing himself from me. “I want two peanut butter donuts and one maple bacon.”
I punch his arm as I go to the bathroom to get ready. “You know where the shop is! Go downstairs and get it yourself!”
“Peaches,” he whines, lying on my bed. “If I go down there, your grandma will kill me. Pleassse?” He flutters his eyes, and I shake my head before shutting the bathroom door to get ready for the day.
* * *
“Next!” I call over the noise of the early morning crowd. Friday mornings are one of the bakery’s busiest days, and today is no exception.
“Hey, Stevie,” I smile warmly at the large bearded man. Fox Simmons, co-owner of Hel’s Ink, where I work as a piercer when I’m not here helping at my family’s donut shop: Nuts About Dough.
“Hey Fox, I didn’t have a pick-up order for you guys. Did Baka take it down?” Baka, my Croatian grandmother, is in her eighties and not always there with her memory, though half the time, I think it’s more her choosing not to remember something than a real issue.
“No, no,” Fox says softly. “I wanted to grab Torch her usual. She’s not in a great mood.”Torchis one of my best friends, Janie, the other co-owner of Hel’s Ink and Fox’s fiery little wife. Lately though, her fire has diminished a little more since returning from the East Coast six months ago, where Janie underwent some pricey IVF treatment. She made it to nine weeks and had a miscarriage.
Nodding, I turn to make Janie her preferred decaf iced coffee and stuff a couple of donuts in a bag for her.
“You working this afternoon?” Fox asks as he forces me to take the money for the items.
“Yeah, I get off here at eleven, and I’ll be heading over. I think I have Sadie working with me today.” As if on cue, I see the young, petite woman dancing her way into the shop. Sadie is the unofficial shop apprentice. She came in about three months ago and just started cleaning. She organized everything and then got us lunch. The guys refuse to hire her, and I don’t blame them. She’s a complete sweetheart, if not a bit of an oddball, and she doesn’t have a single tattoo, piercing, or dyed hair, and she doesn’t cuss. She’s a hell of an artist, though, which I think is why Janie lets her hang around and pays her under the table.
“Oh!” Sadie beams as she cranes her neck to look up at Fox while adjusting her round glasses. “Mr. Simmons! Good morning! You are smelling particularly fantastic today! Would you like me to take your order to Hel’s?”
Fox shifts uncomfortably, his cheeks reddening. “Sadie, I tell you every day not to call me that. It’s weird. Also, you have to stop telling people they smell good.” She blinks her hazel eyes briefly before shrugging and looking at me. Sadie is on the shorter side with light brown hair and has the most innocent face.
“Hi, Ms–”
“Sadie…” I warn, and she gives me an almost pained look.
“I hope you all know how perturbed my moms will be if they knew I was not addressing my superiors correctly.” She says under her breath.
“We ain’t your superiors,” Fox groans while grabbing his items. “I’ll see y’all at the shop. Oh, Sadie! You could grab a dozen for me, actually. I’ll see you at the shop.” I smile and give him a wave before turning back to Sadie.
“Who this?” I startle at my Baka’s voice and turn to glare at the tiny old woman.
“Baka,” I sigh, “You know Sadie. She helps at the tattoo shop.” My grandmother looks the girl over before nodding.
“You ever kill a man?” I watch Sadie’s face blanch, and I smack my face.
“Mama!” I call before quickly boxing up the poor girl’s food.
* * *
Looking myself over in the mirror, I nod in satisfaction. My chin-length green hair is curled and swept to one side. My makeup is light, just foundation and my sharp eyeliner. I use a cotton swab to wipe the excess makeup off my dimple, nostril, and septum piercings before looking at my attire: black leggings and a green button-down shirt with a black vest over it. I feel pretty good today. No bleeding or bloating, so I want to look as cute as I feel. I’m a bigger girl, but it’s never bothered me. I enjoy and am confident in my body. I’m not one to shrink or shy away, wear overly baggy clothes, or anything of that nature. If you don’t like the way I look, don’t look.
“My god, Peaches,” Brooks’ voice startles me as he leans against the wall. “You look so fucking good, I might just have to–” I hold my hand up.
