Page 16 of Hale's Pawn
I can’t lookOran in the eye after he thoroughly fucked me, basically live. I’ve never really had a scandal and now it seems like my name is in more tabloids. I’m surprised that we’re not running late for the wedding. Oran has left some sort of imprint on my body and in my mind, because when I close my eyes, all I hear and feel is him. I try it once more just to make sure I’m not nuts and I shudder when I hear his moans and groans in my memory. I quickly open my eyes and make sure that everything is in place. I make my way to where Oran is waiting for me. “Okay, we can go,” I announce.
“Finally,” Oran says. He stands and I take him in. He turns my way and I swear to God, I’m really going to have to go to my doctor soon. This man looks like he models for GQ. He’s wearing a light gray checkered tweed suit with a turquoise dress shirt underneath. The top couple of buttons are open and he looks delicious. Very casual. “You clean up nice,” I say.
“Don’t I always?” Oran winks and takes me in. “Nice color.” He smirks.
“Mm, thanks,” I say. I made sure to look nice and presentable, but I couldn’t skip my splits.
We walk out of the house and I turn to find Oran staring at my ass. Oran looks at me and shrugs with a damned boyish grin. He walks by me and I inhale. When I saw women on the tv or movies literally wanting to throw their pussies at a nice smelling man I thought they were idiots, but damn, it’s so real. I shut my eyes and try my best to keep my composure. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to suck somebody’s dick just because they smell really good. Oran revs the engine of his burnt orange Aston Martin DBX and I roll my eyes, because I know that’s my only warning. I head to the car with my purse and I slide in. I put my belt on and Oran revs the engine again. I roll my eyes towards him and stick my tongue out.
He leans in and sucks my tongue like it's the most important thing he’s supposed to be doing. When he lets go, he licks his lips and peels out. It gives me an adrenaline rush and then I settle. Oran’s hand reaches out and caresses my bare thigh against the burnt orange dress that I chose. It’s cinched on the split side, snug to my body, and doesn’t show my scars even though it's strapless. The more he rubs my leg, the harder my nipples become. We stop at a red light and Oran looks at me. I turn away from him and stare out the window. He leans in and bites my exposed neck. “Are you wearing panties this time around, nugget?”
I shudder at the mere action of him nipping at my neck. “Here we go with the nugget name again. I’m not that small.” I try hard to pretend like he doesn’t affect me, but he does.
“You’re so fucking little, you disappear in my damn shirts.” He says once he settles back in his seat.
I snort. “But I’m big enough to take your dick.”
Oran laughs and I turn to gauge his laughter. Does he know what he looks like when he laughs? It’s a different sight. One that I don’t want to lose. I pull out my phone and I take a picture mid-smile.
“Did you just take a picture of me?” he asks.
“I did. It’s for my IG. Of course.”
“Hmm,” is all he answers with.
It gets quiet and I look at him while he drives. “Oran…”
He makes a face. “Feels weird to hear you say my name outside of me fucking you.”
I think about it for a moment. I think about a time when I went out of my way to say his name. “That’s oddly true. But I have a question for you.”
“Okay.”
“Why did you ask me that earlier? The Iron Mask reference? I don’t get it.”
He glances my way, then back at the road. “Who took your virginity?”
I think about it. I don’t really remember that night too well, but I do remember the way he sexed me up. It was almost like he was making love to me, but obviously that would be absurd. He didn’t even know me like that. “I don’t really know him. I just remember glimpses here and there.”
“Like what?”
“Um, don’t make it weird, okay?” I look at him.
Oran squeezes my thigh, then he softens, but he doesn’t remove it. “I won’t.”
“Okay.” I believe him for some reason. “Well, I remember his shoulders. The way they looked when he moved. We didn’t remove our masks, but, fuck, his lips are what I can’t seem to forget. He kissed me like he was fucking both my mouth and my pussy. Hmm, let’s see, outside of the sex, I remember just laying on his chest. It was just warm and comfortable. The cleft in his chin. That was an oddly happy two hours or whatever it was. It was safe. I was safe. He made me feel like I had nothing to be ashamed about or embarrassed about, even though I found out the next day that I was drugged. I wouldn’t have changed a thing.”
“Did he touch your back, Ainslee? Did he caress you and say he’d never hurt you?” Oran asks.
I feel the crease in the middle of my forehead. I look at him. “What do you mean? What does my back have to do with anything? Why would anyone hurt me?”
“Just answer the question, Ainslee.”
“I don’t remember, okay? And he probably saw it and thought it was ugly.”
Oran swerves and stops the car. He places his hand over half his face. “Look at me, Ainslee. Fucking look at me! What am I trying to tell you?” I look at him for a beat, not saying a word. His jawline, his lips, the tip of his nose and the cleft in his chin. I suck a breath in. Oran removes his hands from his face and I look into his gray eyes. The same eyes that I couldn’t stop dreaming about from time to time. “I’ve seen it all, Ainslee. Stop covering up.”
“No,” I say.Orange… Oran… Orange...Oran.I feel like I’ve been slapped and this time, it actually hurts. “Did you know this whole time?” I ask him.
