16 Hard distance

Date = 5 April
Place = San Francisco (Inferno)

POV – Enrique

WARNING – sex scene!!!

I notice the moment she enters the VIP section; the moment I’ve been dreading all day. Will it be awkward between us now? Does she regret last night? But she doesn’t give me a second glance … hell, I didn’t even get a first glance; she just rushes into the staff room to get changed. She seems stressed out. Is it because we stepped over the line? Damn, I shouldn’t have let that happen.

But fuck, I needed it so bad. Is that selfish of me? Ship, I’m such a prick. I feel proud of myself … not because I’m a prick, but at least sometimes I remember not to swear so much. It’s difficult but we’re all trying at least … for Leyla and my soon-to-come niece … or nephew … but I’m hoping it’s a girl.

Where has she been? I’ve phoned Anton and he said she left the house hours ago. Not that I’m stalking her or anything – I just can’t seem to get her out of my mind. I never had a problem forgetting about a girl, until now. It’s as if she flooded my system and got stuck in there.

I serve a few customers and then she reappears, her arms to the back, straining to tie her black apron. The action pushes out her chest, stretching the apron tight over her tits. I remember the feeling of them in my palms, and my dick stirs. Maybe I should change the staff uniform to bottle green instead of wine-red shirts. She looks pretty in green and it makes her eyes pop.

Then she looks at me for the first time, a small smile on her lips … those full fuckable lips. Maybe next time I could claim her mouth, and the thought is distracting … and arousing. I blink.

“You’re late!” Her smile drops and I notice the puffiness under her eyes. Has she been crying? Because of last night? Or me?

“I was a little distracted, sorry,” she looks down and fidgets with her fingers. I can’t stand the sight of her right now; the sad innocent way her lashes fall onto her cheeks claws at my barriers. Cause after last night, I know she’s not innocent at all. Fuck … flip. I need her to stay away from my mind … and last night is the last thing I want to think about.

“Don’t let it happen again!” My voice comes out harsh. I didn’t mean it like that. Her eyes are still diverted, so I don’t know what she’s thinking. It’s frustrating. She walks around to stand behind the bar, puts on a big smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, and starts serving out drinks. Great job Blackburn, you broke the girl.

“Aria, you’re here!” My sister returns from the bathroom; flops down on one of the high chairs and grabs Aria’s hands over the counter. Since Damion had to leave for some or other racing thing, she’s gonna stay with us for a few days or so.

“Did you see the news?” Mel whispers and my ginger nods quietly. What the fuck is wrong with her? Does she regret what happened last night? Is she going to leave me? The thought of it suffocates me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll tell the press the truth,” Mel winks at her.

“No,” Aria says quickly and I frown. What the hell now? Mel also looks a bit confused.

“No, let them think it’s me for now. Soon you won’t be able to hide it, but until then it gives you and that little bean some time to grow without worries.” I’m impressed. And I agree with her. If the press finds out Mel is the pregnant one, they would not leave her in peace for even a moment. And right now, neither she nor the baby needs all that pressure and stress.

“Are you sure?” She takes Aria’s hands in hers. Aria gives her a big smile.

“Yep, it would be fun playing a trick on them for once … and I’m so glad you’re staying with us … we’re gonna have so much fun together,” Aria gleams. Whoopie, so much fun. Two impulsive hormonal girls under my roof; great. Maybe I should just stay at the club tonight. That way I don’t have to share a bed with Aria. It won’t be easy sleeping with her without fucking her from now on. Fucking shit, what did I get myself into.

A crowd attacks the bar and I’m thankful for the distraction, cause her wildflower scent lingers in the air; taunting me. You fucked her Blackburn! And you fucke … flipped up. But why did it feel so right for the first time? Better than any fuck I’ve ever had? I mean, I ate spaghetti-freaking-bolognese … can you believe it? Spaghetti bolognese! And I didn’t puke … I actually liked it. It’s fucking crazy!

Irritated, I close my eyes and circle my left hand’s fingers hard on my temple. Just thinking about this shit is fucking frustrating. And fucking stop swearing, Blackburn. Aria won’t like it if you swear in front of Leyla.

Since when did I start worrying about what Aria thinks? Duh, since you’ve met her, stupid.

I watch her out of the corner of my eye, pouring a drink for a guy, ignoring his hungry looks and flirtations. It pisses me off. I’m not sure what last night was, but right now I want to do it again. I ‘accidentally’ reach out to the same glass she does, touching her hand. She freezes and looks me straight in the eye; her lips slightly parted. She’s affected alright; the thought of her getting wet comes to mind and I suppress a moan. I slowly remove my hand, making sure to softly skim my fingers over her skin. She gasps. I give her a wolfish grin.

“Maybe we should take a break … in my office,” I whisper very softly. She rolls her eyes and continues her work, but the sudden redness of her cheeks doesn’t escape me. That wasn’t a ‘no’ – and my desire grows. I’ve never been this easily turned on by anyone. Love. The word rings in my ear.

What happened to staying away? To keeping my distance? Am I this desperate? This has to stop.

“Eh, Mel, do you maybe have keys to Logan’s house?” Aria asks out of the blue. What the fuck? What does she want in my brother’s home?

“Why?” I bud in, trying to hold my voice level. The surprise on her face tells me she didn’t know I was listening.

“Eh … why … hmm, I’ve lost an earring … and I think the last time I wore it was at Logan’s house,” she mumbles, blushing, her voice wavering. An earring? Lost in Logan’s house. You haven’t been in that house for ages … not that I know of anyway.

“When was that?” I persist. I need to know this.

“Eh, I went with Lee to get something from Big Red,” she then pushes out her chin. “Not that it’s any of your business,” she dismisses me as if I’m a child. I fucking hate it. And by the way … it is my business little lady …

“We have a contract stating otherwise,” I whisper softly in her ear, out of earshot of my sister. She rolls her eyes again and I’m butt-twitchingly mad, so she gets her ass smacked, hard enough to make her yelp. Wolf-whistles, applause, and cheers, rank up from the tanked sots surrounding the bar … for a moment I forgot where we are so I bite on my teeth to stay calm.

It doesn’t help and I do the first thing that springs to mind; I grab her and claim her with a kiss, releasing a whole day of anxiety and tension into it, my tongue possessing her; sending every man in the bar a message that she is off-limits.

The next moment a sharp pain hits me in the stomach and I jolt back in shock. She fucking hit me! I look up to find her teasing expression fixed on me. And I just want her even more.

My sister sips on her ginger ale, a wide smile on her face. She’s enjoying my humiliation a little too much. Aria turns to serve yet another drunk guy that’s trying to get into her pants. As if nothing has happened.

“Draft please.” In comes an order, and I turn my back to them to pour some from the beer tab.

“Ah, Aria, nice to see you again, babe.” The voice throws me a bit and I spill some beer on my hand. I want to shove that word down his fucking throat; my uninjured hand balls into a fist. Now is not the time for jealousy or anger, but one day, I swear I’m gonna kill that fucker.

I turn around slowly, handing the beer to the dude that ordered it, trying my best to control my temper. Aria suddenly grabs my arm, tucking into my side as if she’s trying to hide … or become invisible. Is she scared of Brian? Did he do something to her? Mel slowly turns her head from Aria to Brian, a frown on her face.

“Excuse us,” I throw my dishcloth onto the counter and retreat from behind the bar, Aria still clinging to me like a nut. Even the way she walks is tense. I call a waiter over and tell him to fill in for us at the bar.

Reaching my office, I push Aria inside. Then I lock the door. Aria is literally shaking. Maybe she’s coming down with something? She walks to the window and grabs the windowsill, but I’m running out of patience. What happened with Brian? I’m all stressed up and horny - should I shake her or fuck her?

She just stares at the view. Yeah, yeah, illuminating lights; the bay; the ocean; very romantic. She bites her bottom lip and my dick fills into an almost painful hard-on. I turn my thoughts back to Brian, hoping for some release.

“Aria, what happened back there?” Please give me a reason to kill him, pretty please.

“Eh, nothing … I just really hate that guy. He feels like the crazy stalker type.” She’s talking too fast. Is she lying? Or is it just me being tense? I move forward, without even thinking about it, and take her into my arms.

Unexpectantly, her hands move around my neck, her fingers getting tangled in my hair; body pressed along the length of me.

Jeepers.

Her lips find mine and I’m surprised by her velocity; how quickly she changes. Not that I don’t like it. I fucki … flipping love it. Love … that word again. But she gives me no time to think, already untying my apron. I copy her and both aprons fall onto a black heap on the ground. I pull the band from her hair and it falls over her shoulders in soft curls, making me gasp. What is it about redheads?

I unzip her pants, pushing her underwear down with them in one go, and she giggles. Wow, I love that sound. Love?

“Well, your libido suddenly skyrocketed,” I tease her, wanting to see her blush. I love when she does that. Flip, stop using that word, Blackburn!

“I think it has to do with your robotic dick,” she whispers back and I grab her naked ass and fling her onto my desk. Wow, do I love … eh … like the feel of her; her taste; her scent; her warmth; all of her. The thought scares me a little.

“What are you doing to me, Aria Thompson,” I growl, watching those hair flowing over the edge of my desk like unruly flames. Deep inside me, something stirs; a warning that I’m playing with fire; and that I’m gonna get burned, destroyed, incinerated; but right now that fire ignites my body like gasoline; I swear my dick is going to burst.

“I want you to make love to me,” her words in her sexy voice sing through my mind. We did. Didn’t we? Make love. Last night? Cause if you look at it, it’s just a matter of semantics - making love is just a better word for fucking. A girly word.

Or is it? The image of her under me, watching me with overt desire drills into my heart. Love. No, I don’t do love. But then the unwelcome thought of her looking at someone else that way flips into my mind. NO! She can’t. She’s mine.

I undo my fly, releasing my overeager cock, and she licks her lips, biting down on the bottom one, her eyes clouded with lust. Who would have guessed that sweet little Aria could be such a vixen? Oh, the things I want to do to her.

I sweep my hand over her pubic hair and slip a finger inside her. She makes the cutest sound, almost like the mew of a little kitten; her hips raising with desire; teasing me.

“You are mine, just mine!” I slip my middle finger in and out with every word and her mouth falls open; shock; desire; need; clearly chalked on her face.

“Yes,” she says, so soft I almost missed it; but it was there. With one hand I open my desk drawer and pull out a condom. I’m not going to push my luck. I tear the packet open with my teeth and then she takes it from me and rolls it over my dick. The touch of her fingers almost makes me come undone. I suck some wind through my clenched teeth while staring into those hungry green eyes.

She’s so ready for me. I move forward and with one hard movement, I plunge into her wetness.

Fucking hell!

I hold onto her and start to fuck her; hard; deep; consuming; owning her. But she lifts her hips, spurring me on and I lose myself. Her arousal coats me inch for inch.

“Oh, baby, yessss!” my voice hoarse and breathless. I feel her muscles contract and I know she’s close. She wraps her legs around me, pushing me deeper and I drill into her back and forth, harder and harder until she coils into her orgasm. She throws her head back with a wordless scream, her eyes stiff in their sockets. Her pussy tightens around me and sucks me into my own incredible release. I cum as wildly as she did, mumbling her name.

Heavens to Betsy; that was unexpected.

This is not just ordinary fucking. Made love … hmm … did we? Maybe we did? And I could get used to this. What? It’s true.

I slump down on top of her and she tightens her legs around me more. Then her arms move around my neck again, her fingers in my hair. Did I say that I love the way she does that?

So much for keeping my distance. Maybe this is what you would call a HARD distance.

“You are something else, Sport,” she smiles.

“Are you ever going to tell me what that means?”

“Maybe someday, when you’re ready.” Ready how? I’m always ready. She releases me and I pull out of her. I remove the condom and tie it; hand her a Kleenex and pull up my fly. I dump the used rubber in the dustbin and watch her sitting on my desk, cleaning herself; her womanhood displayed; wide, puffy, wet, sexed-up. Hell, she’s perfect.

“Hey guys, where are you?” My sister is calling from outside the door. Aria’s eyes grow wide and she jumps from the table to grab her clothes. I’ve never seen a girl getting dressed that fast. I walk to open the door and Mel is standing there, patiently leaning against the wall.

“What were you doing in here?” she pouts, and I wonder if she’s acting stupid or innocent. Because she’s neither, her IQ is way above average … and as for the other part … she is pregnant after all. Let’s go with naïve. I wink at Aria who looks like an overripe tomato.

“Actually, I was just rewarding Aria for the great job she’s doing,” I put an arm around my sister’s shoulders; while playfully grinning at Aria. She takes a deep breath and runs her fingers through her hair to straighten the wild sex look out of it.

“Does that mean I have a shot at the employee of the month?” she takes the wind right out of my balls. Oh, baby, you’ve opened a can of worms and I just hope you’re ready for the big fish. There’s no way you’re getting off the boat now.

“Oh, Miss Thompson, you keep it up, and you might just earn yourself a promotion.” My words hit the right spot as she inadvertently squeezes her thighs together, her face the provincial tomato again. Oh, fairy-girl, are we gonna have fun together.

“Ug, you were having sex, weren’t you?” Mel catches on, “So unfair. My man is not here and these baby hormones make me horny all the time.” I gape down at my sister’s serious face, not sure if I want to gag or throw up. I can’t put her, sex, and Damion in the same thought. Ewh, gross.

My phone pings and vibrates in my pocket. I pull it out slowly.

The message is from an unknown number. I stare at the pictures; Aria and Brian; together; earlier today; holding hands. At least now I know why she was late … Brian was the distraction. Is that why she’s acting so strange? Because she’s scared of getting caught out? I’m hellishly mad and right now I don’t know if I should strangle her or spank her.

She’s gonna explain … and she’s gonna explain right now! Is she using me? I look at her; a feeling of pain in my heart. Betrayal.

What the fuck is this? What is her plan?

“You haven’t told me why you were late?” She frowns, tilting her head to the side.

“I went for a walk,” she stares at me with inscrutable eyes; still slightly dark from the fuck we just had. Or did we make love again? Hell, I must find out what’s the difference between the two … and fast.

“Alone?”

“Yes, what is this – 20 questions?” She’s crisp and formal.

“Then explain this to me, Miss Thompson,” I hold up my phone so she can see the photos. She goes bleak. My sister grabs her arm and also looks at the screen in shock.

“It’s not what it looks like. Brian somehow found me. We just talked for a minute or so.”

We eyeball each other in silence. I can’t tell what she’s thinking right now.

“Talked? While holding hands?” I snap and I notice the hurt on her face.

“He grabbed my hands, but I pulled them away!” her voice high-pitched.

“Don’t lie to me, Aria.” Don’t you dare lie; I hate lies. Please.

“I won’t lie to you! I’ve never lied to you! I might not tell you everything, but I’m not lying.” Okay, I’ll accept it … for now. But you will tell me what you’re hiding, sooner or later, fairy-girl.

“Okay, then. Take my sister home.” I need to keep her away from Brian, and he’s here. So she’ll be safer at home.

“But my shift … “ she starts to complain, but I interrupt her.

“I’m the boss and I say that your job tonight is to take Mel home.” Aria almost runs out of the office, followed by Mel, who gives me a stern look before closing the door behind her.