One look was all we needed. A single moment of eye contact was enough. He wanted me. I wanted him. For one reason only. Sex. Mind-blowing, intense, physical, emotionless sex. I left. He followed.
“In here.” His words were whispered. Warm lips pressed against the shell of my ear, sending the best kind of chills down my spine. The closet was pitch black, but neither of us cared about finding the light. Instead, his hands found my hips, gripping hard as he spun me around, pressing my body against the door. “A skirt would have been easier.”
“Aren’t up for the challenge, Mister Rockstar?” I teased, tangling my fingers in his long locks, pulling his mouth down to meet mine.
“Oh, I’m up.” To prove his point, he pressed his length against my stomach. “I just like easy access.” With one practiced flick of his finger, my jeans were open, his hands tugging down the denim. “Fuck.”
“Easy enough?” I shimmied my hips, forcing the pants to inch far enough down my thighs, before kicking them off.
“I’m down with commando.” He hooked one arm underneath my leg, leaving me no choice but to balance on one foot.
“Condoms… in my purse.” I groaned, leaning my head against the door, as he ran a finger along my center.
“I’ve got it covered.” His deep voice vibrated against my skin as he placed a quick kiss to my collarbone before producing the foil package. “You wanna do the honors, princess?”
“I’m nobody’s princes.” Grabbing the condom from his fingers, I used my mouth to tear it open. My hand wrapped around his erection, stroking, teasing. He countered, slipping one finger inside of me, pumping it with practiced rhythm. “Oh, God!” An unsolicited moan escaped as he doubled his digits.
“Two can play this game, babe.”
“I’m not your babe either.” My fist tightened around his erection, squeezing him in warning before I removed my hand and sheathed him. “Now, fuck me.”
***
The hospital might not have been the most logical place to hook-up, but God, I needed it. A quick and dirty way to ease the stress and ignore the guilt, if only for a few minutes. My best friend was laying in a hospital bed, beaten and bleeding, and it was my fault. Well, technically, her douchebag of an ex was to blame, but I shouldn’t have left her alone. The fact that he had access to her, well, that was my cross to bear.
Of course, my preferred choice would have been to be with Ally in her room, not screwing a stranger in a random maintenance closet. But no, I was left to pace the waiting room, while the father of her child sat by her side. And my hook-up wasn’t entirely a stranger. Half of the female population was well acquainted with Justin Thompson, drummer for the uber-famous band, Hazed. Hell, he’d even starred in my fantasies a time or two. Really, who could blame me? Six feet, muscular build, long, unruly hair, bad boy attitude, covered with tattoos… um, yum!
The best ten minutes of my life followed by two hours of torture. In my rush to get laid, I failed to consider the awkwardness of sitting across from him, in a small room, while waiting for an opportunity to see Ally. It wasn’t my first rodeo. For me, sex was purely physical. Pleasure without attachment. But every time I so much as looked in the direction of the two bandmates sitting on the other side of the room, Justin did little to hide his satisfied smirk.
Tim Lawson, the lead singer of Hazed and my best friend’s baby daddy burst through the door of the waiting room, drawing the attention of the three of us waiting for an update.
“Is she okay?” The gruff voice I knew all too well from the few minutes in the closet sounded too loud for the small space.
“I’m going to kill him.” Tim’s focus was on his bandmates, leaving me to watch their conversation unfold as a bystander. Although I had only met Tim a couple of times through Ally, I could tell the man was losing his mind. His clothing was disheveled, his eyes red-rimmed, and his hair pulled in a dozen different directions. A far cry from the guy who regularly graced the covers of magazines. “How could he do that to her?”
“You know this is all your fault. You shouldn’t have tried to play games. You should have told her right away how you felt, instead of keeping everything a secret. This wouldn’t have happened.” Ian, the quietest one in the group, laid the blame squarely on Tim’s shoulders. But that’s not where it belonged and if I were a bigger person, I would own up to it.
“Maggie, can you stay with Ally until I get back? She’s in room 234.” Tim looked as drained as I felt. I was relieved by the excuse to escape. “I’m just going to drive Justin and Ian to Ally’s, so they can stay with Kenzie.” He turned his attention back to the other side of the room. “If you guys are good with that.”
“Of course.” Ian, the one I deemed the responsible one, responded. “Whatever you need.”
“Sure, man.” Justin’s deep voice seconded, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. His heavily tattooed arms drew my attention. Damn, maybe I should have found the light switch and appreciated his sleeves as he pounded into me.
“Do… do you… Can I help with anything?” I stuttered, my childhood habit resurfacing with the stress of the night.
“No.” Tim exhaled and turned to face me. “You’ve had a long night. When I get back, you should go home. Get some sleep.”
“I think Ally’s the one who’s had the rough night. I’m fine.” If fine was a relative term and I ignored his crazy-ass friend over there. “If the boys need help with Kenz, I can lend a hand. Or two.”
“I’m guessing they will take you up on that offer at some point over the next couple of days.” Tim’s laugh was hollow.
“Oh, I’m sure I can use a hand… or two. Maggie is it?” Justin winked, before giving his trademark smirk that was beginning to piss me off. “We should get your number. For later, of course.”
Oh, hell no. “Tim can reach me. He has my number.” Good try, sucker.
“That’s right. I do.” Tim closed Justin’s opening, without knowing.
“I’m going to head up to Ally’s room. I’ll see you in a bit.” I spun on my heels, ready to leave. “It was nice meeting you guys.” I tossed my long, red hair over my shoulder before walking out of the room and away from Justin.
***
For someone who has slept with as many men as I have, one would assume that I started young. That perhaps I’d worked my way through the football team during my junior year, but for me, that couldn’t be further from the truth. I was eighteen before I said good-bye to my virginity, and I had planned every aspect of the event. Right down to my dramatic exit.
When I left for college, I had been naïve, believing that with my newfound freedom would come happiness. I expected my relationship with my mother would improve once I was out of the house. After all, she and husband number nine, stepdad number eight, had the house to themselves. My mother had no reason to be consumed with my weight, my clothing, or my social life. There would no longer be pressure to be the perfect stepdaughter for the next husband she was bound to be scoping out. Bigger and better, or younger and fitter. Her motto to live by.
Boy was I wrong. Mother-dearest was beyond, cursing me over the freshman fifteen, that I can guarantee I did not gain and complaining about my lack of prospective boyfriends. In her eyes, the problem was obvious. Despite sharing her coveted genes, I lacked sexual appeal, my body was unattractive, my clothing frumpy and conservative, and the personality I prided myself on was too bland. In her words, I was the teenage equivalent of my great-grandmother.
I was used to her special brand of parenting behind closed doors, but for the first time her shitstorm of utter disgust for her own flesh and blood was spewed during the middle of a party. One she demanded I throw. My verbal beating was witnessed by a house full of people from my high school, none of whom I would consider a friend. All of whom were there solely for the free beer.
I was mortified. And vengeful. My inner bitch was released and operation “Get Fucked” was born. You see, husband number nine slotted under the younger and fitter category, in his early thirties and decently attractive. I was determined to prove my mother wrong.
Seducing Trent was easy. My mother attended monthly spa weekends with the women in her social circle, so the only thing I needed to do was wait. When the weekend arrived, my mother drove off with her friends and I made an unplanned trip home, giving myself two days to lose my virginity.
On Saturday morning, I arrived bright and early, wearing nothing but the dress I borrowed from my petite roommate. The dress was skin-tight and about six inches too short. The first step in my plan was to flash skin as often as possible and tease the man. If that didn’t work, my outfit for Sunday left even less to the imagination.
“Magdalen!” Trent’s voice cracked in surprise as I strutted through the kitchen and dropped my bag on the counter. “Your mom didn’t mention you were coming home this weekend.” His throat bobbed as he scanned my appearance, thrown off by my arrival. “She’s away for the weekend.”
“It’s Maggie.” I corrected, lifting myself on to one of the stools at the breakfast nook. Strategy in play, I parted my legs a few inches before crossing them, causing Trent’s gaze to follow. “I know. I didn’t tell her I was coming home. Needed some time away from everything.” Uncrossing my legs, I watched him squirm, pleased with his reaction. “Is that okay?”
“Uh, yep. It’s fine.”
I spent two hours in my room, visualizing the next step in my master plan. Seeing me as a woman instead of a teenager was one thing, he cleared that hurdle without issue. Touching what he shouldn’t, that was going to take more convincing.
“Magdalen!” Trent called up the stairs, jerking me away from my thoughts.
“It’s Maggie.” I hollered back down.
“Right. Maggie, do you want something to eat? I’m grilling burgers.”
“Sure,” I shouted, bouncing off my twin bed and readjusting the dress. “I’ll be right down.”
Trent was out on the back deck, flipping the beef patties by the time I reached the bottom of the stairs. I swallowed my nerves before pushing open the sliding glass to join him.
“Wow! Those look delicious. I can’t wait to put that meat in my mouth.” Building on the cheesy innuendo, I set a hand on his forearm and brushed against him.
“Ugh, Magda…”
“Maggie.” My grip tightened around him, as I stroked suggestively.
“How much meat, I mean how many burgers do you want?” Trent choked on his words.
“I’m not sure. I’m really hungry.” I gave one final stroke before releasing his arm. “Two?”
“Okay.”
“Do you want me to make a salad or something to go with them?” Things were moving faster than I had imagined and I was desperate for the distance to regroup.
“That would be great.” I put an extra sway in my step as I walked away, knowing his eyes were locked on my ass. By the time Trent returned with the cooked hamburgers, I had tossed together a salad, strengthened my resolve, and planted myself on the counter.
“All done?” Batting my eyelashes, I pushed aside the salad bowl to make room for the plate of burgers.
“Yep.” Trent set down the plate on the edge of the counter, his attention lost in the space between my legs. “Mag… no panties.” He sputtered, coughing into a closed fist. His face reddened, torn between embarrassment and uncertainty.
“Oh, right. Sorry.” The man hadn’t averted his eyes, so instead of closing them, I spread them wider. “Would you prefer if I put some on?”
“No.” Losing his internal battle, Trent’s hands dropped to rest on the inside of my thighs. “I know I should say yes, but…” He pressed down, the weight driving my legs further apart. “This is hot.”
“Do you want to eat?” I questioned, unable to contain my excitement that my crazy plan was working. Trent had yet to look away.
“I do.” My stomach bottomed out. I had hoped he’d forgotten all about the burgers balancing on the ledge mere inches away.
“Oh, okay.” But Trent didn’t release my legs. Instead, he pulled me closer to the edge of the counter and widened my legs further, lowering his head between them.
“Just don’t tell your mother.” Electricity shot through me as his tongue touched my skin.
“I won’t.” I moaned. “As long as you don’t stop.”
Revenge be damned. Trent’s mouth was destroying my carefully laid out plans one stroke at a time. My thoughts were replaced with colors, bright purples and blues in waves of euphoria as the man I was supposed to be playing, won the game.
“Good, princess?” He whispered, holding the weight of my limp limbs. It took every ounce of energy to nod my head, causing him to chuckle. “You should probably eat something. I have a feeling you’re going to need the energy.”
After regaining my balance, I chewed down a burger, lost in the aftermath of my first orgasm, while Trent demolished three. I wanted to feel it again, more than I wanted my next breath. Trent wiped his face with the back of his hand before pulling me off the counter. His fingers laced with mine as he led me up the stairs.
“Maggie, nothing that happens between us leaves this house.” Trent’s eyes burned into mine, showing me his desperation. “Promise me?”
“I won’t say anything.”
Trent pushed open the door to the master bedroom, tugging me behind him. “Good, because I really want to see you naked right now.” I complied, pulling the dress over my head. Trent removed his shirt before unbuttoning his shorts, his erection tenting his boxer briefs.
“Ca…Can I…Can I touch you?” Stupid stutters, always resurfacing with my nerves. I wanted to be confident and brave. Without waiting for an answer, I dropped to my knees in front of him, my shaking hands finding his waistband and releasing him. I wrapped my lips around his erection, ignoring the mounting doubts.
“Just like that.” Trent’s hands tangled in my hair, his pelvis thrusting into my mouth, controlling the pace. “Look at me gorgeous.” I lifted my eyes to meet his, overwhelmed by how many firsts were happening in quick succession. “Can I fuck you?” I nodded.
Trent pulled out of my mouth and lifted me from the floor. “On the bed, Maggie.” It was happening. I did it. Climbing onto the bed, I laid on my back, opening my legs for Trent to climb between. He reached across my body, retrieving a condom from the drawer of the nightstand. I watched him with interest, as he tore open the package and slid the latex into place.
It might have made sense to warn Trent that I was a virgin, but I didn’t want anything to ruin the moment. I couldn’t risk him stopping and my plan imploding, so I let him press against my entrance. I stayed quiet through the burning and stretching, biting my lip to deal with the pain. If Trent noticed, he didn’t let on. He rocked in and out, his pace slow until my body began reacting.
“You’re tight, princess.” He groaned, dropping one hand down to circle my clit. “Feels so good.” Between the borderline pleasurable thrusts, his fingers, and his mouth, my body was climbing toward a second orgasm.
“Harder!” I screamed, begging for him to get me there. “So…close.”
“There we go, baby.” Trent picked up the pace, slamming into me until I reached the peak. He followed, arching my body off the bed to pound deeper.
Maybe I should have left after that, I mean the deed was done. I had proved my mother wrong. But I didn’t. No, instead of leaving, I ignored the discomfort and slept with Trent again, before falling asleep in his arms. Sex was incredible. I don’t know what I had been waiting for, and I was going to enjoy Trent’s body until the very last second.
I had information Trent didn’t. My mother was coming home early. The Spa was closing for the week, scheduled annual maintenance, so their weekend was cut short. I remembered my mother complaining about it the last time I was home, but Trent seemed to be oblivious. The fact that he couldn’t seem to get enough of my eighteen-year-old body, made things way too easy.
Trent had finished barbecuing chicken for lunch, wearing only a pair of shorts while I wore his T-shirt. I nibbled on the chicken and salad, waiting the right moment. If I acted too early, my grand finale would be a bust. Trent reached under the table with one hand, while using the other to fork food into his mouth. His fingers traced along my thigh, seeking the warmth between my legs. I parted them enough to give him access.
“Again?” Though my question was innocent, I was banking on it.
“Get over here.” Not needing to be asked twice, I stood and straddled his lap. Trent slipped his hands under the cotton shirt, palming my breasts.
“I’m going to get your shorts wet.” Trent dropped his hands to his shorts, unfastening them and releasing himself.
“Sit, babe.” I ground against him, avoiding penetration, waiting for the tell-tale sound of the tires hitting gravel. Trent was impatient, grabbing my hips and thrusting into me. “Ride me, princess.” Keeping my movements slow and shallow, I controlled the pace. He wasn’t wearing a condom, but it didn’t matter. Trent wouldn’t be getting off if things worked out as planned. I kissed his lips, doing my best to distract him. With the first crunch of gravel from car tires, I picked up the pace, causing him to moan against my mouth. “That’s it. Just like that.”
“Fuck me, Trent.” I whispered in his ear, as I watched the top of my mother’s head bob just above the kitchen window. “Tell me I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
“Jesus Christ, Maggie. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.” Trent’s hands were guiding me up and down, slamming me against his thighs, driving himself deeper. “Best. Fuck. Ever.”
As Trent chanted, I watched my mother stand in the doorway, her mouth gaping open.
“Oh, hello mother.” I greeted, causing Trent to stop mid-thrust. With her husband still inside me, I deadpanned, “You know, I think you may have been wrong about me. Your husband can’t seem to get enough.”
Funny thing. I haven’t seen my mother or her husband since I climbed off Trent, grabbed my bag off the counters, and thanked him for a great weekend.
***
I know I shouldn’t be amused, given the severity of the situation we’ve all been thrown into. After all, I could shoulder virtually all the blame, considering I not only left Ally alone but had pushed her into Luke’s arms for months. How was I supposed to know he was a douche? Or that he was capable of landing her in the hospital? Aside from interacting with their penises, guys aren’t really my thing and after seeing Ally lie in a hospital bed, stitched from head to toe, I’m handing in my matchmaking card too.
Anyway, back to the humor that is my current entertainment, I am most definitely amused. I’d challenge you to stand here in my shoes and not be. Two larger than life rockstars and one unhappy Kenzie equal an event of epic proportions. Lost, are the two men lacking experience with toddler temper tantrums. Found, are a pair of men darting from room to room, crisscrossing Ally’s tiny apartment, in search of the “magic potion”. They’re so absorbed, they’ve failed to realize that I’ve let myself in or that I’m doubled over with laughter in the doorway.
“Need any help, boys?” With my foot, I kicked the door shut and made my way to the ringleader of the circus. “What’s with the drama, Kenz?” Her arms reached for me, ready to distance herself from the clueless duo. “When was the last time she had a nap?”
“Um…” Ian scratched the back of his neck, his cheeks reddening.
“Nap? Oh hell, we forgot about naps.” Justin dropped to the couch, spreading his legs and slumping against the cushions. “Well, Ian forgot about naps. He’s the one in charge of the details. I’m just here to be the fun one. You know, the cool uncle.”
“Uncle, huh?” I swayed from side to side with Kenzie in my arms, giving enough time for the sobs to subside before attempting to put her down for a nap. “You want to try naptime then, Uncle Justin?”
“No. No.” Kenzie protested, rubbing her eyes.
“What part of ‘cool uncle’ did you miss, princess?” Justin winked. Ian rolled his eyes.
“Don’t call me princess.” I huffed, frustrated that I needed to tell him twice. “Let’s go read a story, Kenz. We have better things to do than waste our time with these boys.” Kenzie cuddled into me as I carried her into her bedroom. There was little protest as I laid her in the crib and picked out a storybook. Leaning over the railing of the crib, I read the words slowly, keeping my tone soft and quiet, hoping I could lull her to sleep. I was hesitant to look at her while reading, worried her gorgeous blue eyes would be trained on me instead of drifting off into Lalaland. When I closed the book, I held my breath expecting to find wide blueberry eyes but found an adorable, sleeping toddler.
“Is she sleeping?” Ian asked as he tidied the living room, collecting the toys strewn around the floor. I nodded. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. Napping. So obvious.”
“Don’t worry about it. You guys are doing fine. Consider this as a crash course in parenting, or a marketing ploy for birth control.” I laughed harder than acceptable at my own joke. Ian smiled and shook his head, while Justin’s eyes were closed as he rested on the couch. “I’m going to run out and pick up some food for you two while she’s sleeping. What would you like?” My question was directed at Ian, the only conscious person in the room.
“You don’t have to do that. I can just order something.”
“Pizza, you mean? Because that’s about the only place that will deliver around here, and it’s not as if you can just run out and grab something without being noticed.” I snuck another glance at Justin, who was still out of it. “So, what do you want? There’s a Thai place about fifteen minutes away. Or fried chicken.”
“Thai sounds good to me.” Ian relented, tossing the final armload of toys into a basket. “Any sort of curry works for me.”
“Fried chicken. I hate Thai.” Justin’s eyes popped open. “I’ll come with you.”
“No, thanks. I’m fine on my own.” No way was he coming with me. Being alone in the car would encourage talking and the chances of Justin not bringing up the encounter in the hospital were non-existent. Reminiscing was not my style. I’m a live and let die kind of girl. “So, chicken or Thai? You’ve got about thirty seconds to make up your mind because I’m calling in the order.” To prove my threat was anything but empty, I pulled out my phone and opened the browser.
“Chicken’s fine.” Ian conceded. “Just chicken and fries are fine.”
“Okay. Justin?” Avoiding eye contact, I focused on my phone, searching for the phone number of the restaurant.
“What do they have?”
“Chicken!” I snapped.
“He’ll have chicken and fries too.” Ian stated. “God, Justin, the girl is willing to pick up food. Be easy for once.”
“Two orders of chicken and fries. Got it. I’ll be back in about thirty minutes. Kenzie should sleep for an hour or two, so you’ll be good while I’m gone.” I pressed the link on their website to dial the number and place the order while I walked to the parking lot. I was halfway to my car before I realized I had company.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to get out of that shoebox for a bit.”
“Then go for a walk. Tag-alongs aren’t my thing.” Justin ignored me, climbing into the passenger’s seat of my car.
“Then consider me your excuse to drive in the carpool lane.”
“Ha! You do realize where we are, right? Carpool lanes don’t exist around here.”
“Okay, then consider me your entertainment.”
“Whatever.” I relented with a huff. Obviously, he wasn’t listening to me anyway.
“Is it your typical M.O. to screw random guys in closets?” Justin leaned across the console to adjust the radio station.
“What if it is?” I challenged. Who was he to talk? I’d seen the gossip rags. His reputation trumped mine tenfold.
“Hmmm…” Through my peripheral, I caught him running a hand through his long hair. “Do the backseats of cars work too?”
“Ah, but you see, you’re no longer random.” The key to one and dones was to walk away and move on.
“Trust me, Princess, I’ll always be random.”