Last Christmas (Bound Together) (3 page)

She giggled. “Well what would you suggest then?”

I stood back and scanned her. Raising my hand I gestured for her to twirl around. She chuckled but humored me.

Pressing my index finger to my lips, I arched a brow at her. “I’m picturing…flames.” Her eyes widened and she gave me a confused look. Leaning across the counter I grinned. “They’d look hot on you.” She looked away a moment, clearly embarrassed further by my compliment.
Still got it Ollie.
I smiled at her as she met my gaze again.

Glancing back at our table I saw Amy giving me the stink eye and I shrugged. I rolled my eyes and returned my attention to Kate. “I better get back over there before she lynches me. I’ll catch you later.”

She nodded.

“Definitely. See ya.”

I walked away feeling quietly confident and totally stoked. Just like that, I was back in the game.

Amy glared at me as I sat down next to her. Mel, Nick and Eric were so engrossed in a debate over last night’s game that they were oblivious to the fact that I had even left the table. Amy however, had seen the whole thing go down. I mouthed back at her “what?” Shaking her head, she turned her attention to her coffee. 

“What!? Why are you giving me that fucking look?” She leaned in close and growled at me. “You are not in a good place to be dating right now Ollie.” I snorted at her.

“Dating? Who the fuck said I was dating? She’s hot and I’m male. I invited her to Benny’s not the Ritz! Besides, I’m single; I can date, fuck and talk to whoever I want.” Her jaw clenched, Amy continued to stare me down.
“And she knows that does she? That it’s not a date. She looked pretty sweet on you over there.” I shrugged.

“Like I care. She can think whatever she wants. It’s not a date. She’s just hanging out with us and tomorrow she’s coming with me to get inked.” Amy choked on her coffee.

“She’s what!? Oh for crying out loud Ollie. You need to make sure she understands before any more hearts get broken. Make it clear tonight. I mean it.” What the fuck? Since when did I take orders from her? I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee. Mel caught Amy’s eye and gave her a questioning look. Amy nodded toward me and as Mel gave me her judging stare, I snapped.

Slamming my cup on the table, I snarled at them. “You know what Amy? Once again, my love life is none of your damn business! That bitch broke my heart, took off and sent me a fucking text! So excuse me if I’m not really feeling the whole love, dating and romance scene. I’ve had my fucking fill. I played that game and lost. I lost it all. I’m never putting myself through that shit again. I was better off screwing, fucking and walking away. And that is exactly what I’m gonna do now. Screw you guys. I’m leaving. I’ll see you back at the apartment later. I need some fucking air.”

Nick caught my elbow in a tight grip. “Dude what the fuck? Calm down. She’s just looking out for you. I think she’s wrong and you need to get back on the fucking pussy, but still.”

I glared at him and snatched my arm from his grasp. “Because you guys would know all about how I feel right? You all know what’s best for me and what I should do? Well where the fuck were all of you when I was falling for a bitch who didn’t give a fuck about my feelings? Who was there to stop me?” I turned my attention to Amy. “Where were you and your patronizing advice when I needed you to tell me it’s a bad idea and that it would be
my
heart getting broken?” Silence.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

I stood abruptly, grabbed my jacket and headed for the door; leaving them staring at me as I stormed away. I risked a glance at Kate and she quickly darted her eyes away to the counter top. I rolled my eyes again.
Great
.  I bet she heard the whole thing and now I’m the asshole again.

Reaching the monster, I pulled on my helmet and mounted the beast. I turned the key and let out a satisfied groan as the engine roared to life. She really did make the most beautiful noises for me. I pulled down my visor and took off. I needed to clear my head and let my pissy mood evaporate before we played later. I was a performer and I could definitely put on a show but if Amy and Mel were gonna grill me all night, I was going to need to calm down. I’m not an angry person but if someone keeps scratching at my wounds and picking the scabs of my broken heart, I’m gonna go fucking nuclear.

I know what they were saying and I would never lead Kate on. I’m just so fucking tired of being sad and angry all the time. How long can you wait before you have to say ‘fuck it, fuck her’ and move on? Is there some kind of time limit or socially acceptable grieving period I’m supposed to wait for? Because that was
not
happening.

I needed to get myself back out there and back in the game. I meant what I said and dating is strictly off the agenda but sex was definitely not! It’s been months since I got laid and I’m a red blooded man after all. Sex is a key part of existence!

I wouldn’t say I’m a player or ever have been, but I certainly had my share of women over the years. I never had to try too hard to get what I needed. Layla was the first girl I ever actually chased. Though why I fucking bothered in the first place; I have no idea. I should have just invited her back to the dorm that night at the bar, screwed her brains out and said thanks. I should have, but I didn’t.
Regret it?

I wanted to regret it. I wanted to hate her with every part of my being. But I couldn’t. I can’t. I loved her. I still love her even after all the shit she put me through. But I wasn’t the choice she made. I need to get over her and as a plan began forming in my head, one that Mel and Amy were not going to like, I knew I would drown thoughts of Layla out for good. I’d drown them out with the begging, panting and screaming of some hot pieces of ass. Oh yeah, I’m back.

Chapter 4

Putting On A Show

Amy had pretty much ignored me when I got back to the apartment. She slammed doors, stomped around but never actually spoke to me. Mel rolled her eyes at it all.

“Baby calm down. Wanna watch a movie with us?”

Amy shot me an angry glare. “I’ll pass.”

Oh for crying out-fucking-loud!

Getting to my feet, I walked over to her. “Okay, Amy, Let’s have it. What the hell is it I’ve done now that you’re so pissed at me about?”

Fisting her hands on her hips she huffed and snorted at me.

“Seriously? You have no idea? You called my friend a bitch! And you even had the nerve to call me patronizing! I wasn’t patronizing you Ollie. I was trying to protect you. You’re lashing out and trying to sprint before you can even walk. We both know that fucking around won’t mend your broken heart but if that’s what you think you have to do…fine! Do it! Fall apart and hurt a whole bunch of other people in the process. Misery loves company and yours is having a fucking party!”

I kept forgetting that Amy and Mel were still Layla’s friends. Now I actually did feel like an asshole. I got up and walked over to her, taking her hands from her hips and holding them in mine.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called her that but you have to understand where I’m coming from Amy. I know she’s your friend but I can’t just forget what she’s put me through. I feel fucking broken and torn apart here.

You have to let me handle this my way. I don’t want to hurt anyone and I would never let anyone believe there was a chance for more if there wasn’t. I know exactly how that feels. It sucks ass. I need to do this my way. Just be there for me when I fuck it all up and come to my senses again. Okay?”

Her expression softened and I knew she understood.

“I know. I hate what she did but it wasn’t easy for her. You have every reason and right to be mad but could you try to not be so mad around us? She’s still our friend Ollie. I’ll always be there for you, even when you fuck up. I don’t want to see you get hurt again and I’m worried that’s all you’re going to end up doing. Kate doesn’t deserve that either. You have to be clear tonight that you’re not looking for anything serious. Let her decide.”

I nodded in agreement and wrapped my arms around her. “Okay boss. I’ll make sure she gets it.” She smiled against my chest and let out a long sigh. I gave Mel a glance and as our eyes met she understood the message.

“Hey Ollie, think you could get your hands off my girl? I’m starving and she makes the best lasagna.”

I chuckled and removed my arms from around Amy, who giggled and bounced over to Mel. She gazed lovingly at her before kissing her deeply. Mel’s hands slid over the curve of Amy’s hip and down to her behind. I could see their tongues slipping and gliding into each other’s mouths.
Shit that’s hot
. I was their friend, not their gay friend and watching the two of them make out was turning me on. I felt my cock twitch in my pants.

“Uh, I’m gonna leave you guys to it. I’ll just take a shower and…” Mel signaled for me to leave and I did, begrudgingly. I was gonna miss a hell of a show.

I stood beneath the hot stream of water and sighed. My hand ran over my tattoo and I flinched at the memory. My new ink would mean much more. Running my fingers through my hair I groaned as the pleasurable heat of the water eased my aching body. I was always so tense lately. I pressed my palms against the cold tiles on the wall and leaned into them, letting the water run down and over my back. The sound of giggling and moaning caught my attention. Amy and Mel had taken their make out session into the bedroom which was directly next door to the bathroom. The walls were paper thin and even with the whir of the shower going, I could hear every sound.

My cock wasn’t just twitching anymore; I was now standing there, listening to my two friends have sex with a raging hard on! I know, they’re my friends and I know it was wrong but come on…

Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I slid my hand up and down my throbbing dick. Slowly, I moved back and forth, rocking my hips and thrusting my cock into the firm grip of my palm. The ragged breaths and heavenly sound of two women in the throes of ecstasy were an instant aphrodisiac. The noises and images that flashed through my mind were driving me to the edge as my hand continued to stroke and pump my solid ache away. A voice I immediately recognized as Amy’s, yelled out and cried for more. She was begging Mel to give her what she needed and in that moment my own mind wandered to the person I thought would be the last to enter my mind.

Her long sleek blond hair sprawled over the bed. The stunningly, curvaceous lines and contours of her body made me weak with need and dizzy with desire. I could still remember the scent of her skin as I had trailed kisses over her body to the gorgeous temptation between her thighs. She was a goddess and I was happy to pray there for hours.

Her plump, pink lips had sucked, kissed and wrapped around my cock. That girl gave a blowjob like you couldn’t imagine. The memory was filling my body with a scorching lust. God, she was fucking infuriating but she was also incredibly sexy. I panted and groaned as I thought of her tongue caressing my stiff cock. Her breasts pressed against my thighs as she sucked, licked and fucked me with her perfect little mouth. I rocked my hips harder and tightened my grip around myself.

I thought of the way I had laid her down; licked and rubbed her to climax and then fucked her, gently, slowly and thrust myself into her tight pussy. She was amazing and when she came, the sounds she made boiled my blood. Her soft moaning and gasping breaths were so fucking hot I could hardly contain myself. I pumped harder on my cock and heard a loud and satisfied yell come through the wall. It was enough to push me over the edge and I came. Hard. I slammed my fist against the tiles as the relief of release washed over me.

I stood rigid for a moment in the cascading water. Shaking my head, I took the shower nozzle from the holder and rinsed the tiles of any evidence of my self inflicted release. The door handle twisted but lucky for me, I’d locked it.

“Ollie? You almost done in there? We need to shower too you know.”

It was Mel. Returning the nozzle to the holder and turning off the water, I grabbed a towel, wrapped it around my waist and stepped out. I walked over to the door and unlocked it. Staring at me, with her hands on her hips, Mel tutted. “You know, if you didn’t have so much fucking hair, it wouldn’t take you so long to wash it. You’ve been in here for almost forty five minutes! What the hell were you doing?”

I shrugged and shook my hair like a dog does when he’s wet, spraying her with water in the process.

“Ollie! You douche canoe!”

I laughed. “I was just letting off some steam. Shower’s all yours baby doll. I think you dirty girls need it.”

Unlike Amy, Mel wasn’t easily embarrassed.

“Hell yeah. I gotta keep my baby satisfied. I’d rather be a dirty girl who keeps her girl happy than the guy jerking off in the bathroom.”

I snapped my head around at her.

Fuck! How did she know?

She
might not embarrass easily, but I was definitely a little red. Getting caught fucking some chick, I could live with but getting caught screwing yourself…low point of my life for sure.

She patted me on the shoulder and chuckled.

“Don’t worry stud. Your secret’s safe with me. As long as you cleaned up after yourself, no one ever has to know about your little date with Leftina.” She winked and ushered me out of the room, locking the door behind me.