Rule (11 page)

“Shaw,” she turned to look at me
over her shoulder and I think I blacked out for a second.  I dropped the pile
of clothes in my hands on the floor and tried to unstick my tongue from the
roof of my mouth.  I had seen a lot of girls naked but none of them were this
girl, none of them came anywhere close.  Somehow she managed to get out of
those tall motorcycle boots without falling on her face and she was staring at
me with big green eyes clad in nothing more than a few scraps of black lace
that were designed for aesthetics rather than function and every good
intention, every idea that I should be the good guy, do the right thing went
out the window.  She was all ice cool hair, perfect pale skin, tiny little
waist and high, touch me, please God touch me breasts.  She had a body made to
make men stupid and I wasn’t immune.  I took a fumbling step toward her after
kicking the door closed behind me.  Somewhere my conscious was whispering I should
just put her to bed and go find a giant bottle of Crown to crawl into and a
cold shower to get my libido back in check, but none of that was going to
happen because she met me halfway and her little hands went right to my belt
buckle.

“Shaw,” I tried again.  I put my
hands on her shoulders and where I thought I was going to push her away my body
betrayed me and I ended up pushing the straps of that fancy bar off her
shoulders.  She pressed close to me, her hands making short work of the belt
and the fastening on my pants.  Her lips fluttered over the pulse pounding
rapidly at my throat. Her hands trialed lightly over my chest and across abs
that were tense with desire.  One of her legs slid between mine and rubbed
against the evidence that I wasn’t going to stop her regardless of knowing it
was the right thing to do.

“Stop thinking so hard.”  Her voice
was all husky sweet and cloudy with desire.  She was the last person on earth I
should be contemplating doing this with but even as objections broke through my
haze of lust I used one hand to unhook her bra and the other to tangle in her
hair as I sealed my mouth over hers.  Kissing Shaw was a different experience
than kissing any other girl.  For one she was really good at it.  Most girls
got lost or a little confused because of the bite of my lip ring and the fact I
had a metal barbell in the center of my tongue, Shaw seemed oblivious to both
of them and kissed me like she had been born to do it.  She was also a lot
shorter than most of the girls I normally hooked up with so there was an entire
learning curve involved where I had to figure out a way to get all the best
parts of us lined up.  She didn’t seem to care at all that I was a little
rough, that I was suddenly impatient.  I felt like if I gave myself too much
time to get my head around what I was doing I would falter and stop and man I
really, really didn’t want to stop because her hands had found their way into
my pants and my dick would kill me if I pulled the plug now.

She tugged the denim down over my
ass and I pulled her up so that we were pressed together shoulder to thigh.  I
shrugged the pants the rest of the way off and gave her a little push so that
she fell back onto my rumpled bed.  It took some maneuvering and a few curse
words to get my boots off and when I went to crawl up over her my brain short
circuited because all she had on was barely there lacy panties and dreamy look
on her face.  A lot of girls had been in this bed, in fact last weekend had
been the first time in a long time I had spent the night alone, but even though
I was in a haze of testicle squeezing desire I knew that beyond a shadow of a
doubt that none of them looked like Shaw looked against the dark sheets and
comforter.  She slid an appreciative eye over my naked form, not like she
hadn’t see it before, but somehow now that it was sprawled out on top of her,
the look was more ‘do me’ and less ‘Rule you’re gross’.

Her hand brushed over the tattoo of
the sacred heart on the center of my chest and up along the two giant rib pieces
that covered most of my torso.  I had a lot of color and a lot of art work
decorating my skin and when I was naked it tended to be a lot to take in and
had been overwhelming to some of my less adventurous bed partners.  I mean I
wasn’t vain or conceited but I knew I was alright to look at. I was tall and
tended toward lean and fit, I went to the gym a few times a week but none of
that really mattered because she was looking at me like I was everything she
ever wanted and it was doing weird things to my head.  I also had a barbell
pierced through the head of my penis that meant I was both brave and idiotic;
because half the chicks that saw it had no clue what to do with it.  Shaw had
walked in on me enough times to know that it was there, but she didn’t seem to
care either way.  She let the pad of her thumb brush across the top ball of it
which made suck in a breath.

I realized I was letting this girl
call all the shots, that I was about to have sex with her and we had barely
said a word, that she was touching me, making me go crazy and I was just
letting her.  I needed to get with the program so I hooked my fingers in her
tiny little underwear and pulled them down her legs.  She shivered in response
and now that she was finally fully naked and trapped under me there was a hint
of trepidation in her mossy gaze.

“You’re beautiful.”  I had said it
to many others before her, but I think this was the first time I meant it.

She put her hands on either side of
my head and I realized my new hairdo wasn’t exactly and easy one to work with
where sex was involved.  There was nothing up there for her to hold on to,
nothing up there for her to run her fingers through, it was all spiked up and
manhandled into intimidating spikes not that she seemed to care.  She scraped
her fingernails across my scalp and gave me a lopsided grin.  I couldn’t tell
if the booze was wearing off or she was finally starting to realize we were
naked and in bed about to cross a definite boundary, but a hint of the Shaw I
was used to dealing with was starting to surface.

“So are you, you shouldn’t be but
you always have been.  I remember the first time I saw you I thought I can’t
believe they’re twins.  Remy was so handsome, always so perfect, but you, God
Rule you were just beautiful.”

The fact that she brought Remy’s
name up while her hand was wrapped around my dick should have been like ice
water on the moment.  It wasn’t.  I kissed her below her ear and let my teeth
nick her neck.  She made a noise that did something to the center of my chest
and hooked a leg up over my hip so that all her heat and ready to go was
pressed up against my hardness.  I blinked for a second because I felt like I
was forgetting something.  She was wrapping her arms around my shoulders and
panting as I brushed kisses across her puckered up nipples and just as I was
about to let her pull me in a shiver of apprehension slammed across my spine
and I pushed up off her.  “Condom.”  I’d been having sex since I was fourteen
years old and it didn’t matter who the girl was or how drunk I was I never
forgot.  The fact that my head was spun around by her, so lost in what we were
doing that I almost put both of us at risk scared the shit out of me.

“I have one in my purse.”  I looked
at her and blinked.

“I have a box in the nightstand,
Shaw, come on do you really want to do this?  Think about it, you’re wasted. 
You’re going to regret it in the morning.”

She sat up and her cool two-toned
hair fell forward to cover the top of her swollen breasts.  She looked like
every naughty dream I had ever had and I couldn’t believe I was trying to talk
her out doing this with me.  Her eyes suddenly got glassy and I knew she was
going to cry.  She went to crawl past me off the bed but I trapped her in my
arms and rolled her so that we were once again lined up.

“Don’t cry.”

“You never wanted me.”

I was stunned so I just let my
mouth fall open.  “Uh I’m pretty sure you can feel the proof of that not being
true, in fact you just had your hot little hands all over it.”

She shook her head and her silky
blond hair rubbed across my chest.  “That’s not what I meant.”

“What do you mean?”  She wiggled a
little against me and reached an arm up for my nightstand drawer.  If it had
been anyone else I would have freaked out, but this was Shaw, anything that was
in that drawer wouldn’t surprise her or freak her out, including the loaded gun
I kept in there.  I heard the cellophane wrapper and felt her hands back below
my waist.  I wasn’t sure I remembered ever having a condom put on me ever feel
so good.

“Rule it’s my birthday, my life is
a freaking mess most of the time can you just for once do this for me, please?”

What red blooded, American male
would turn down a dead sexy, naked blond that asked you to please do it to
her?  Not me, no way, no how so I kissed her again, let my tongue slid against
hers and lifted her leg up over my hip.  I liked to think I knew what I was
doing in this department, after all I had more practice than I cared to admit,
but for some reason with her I felt like I what I was doing was all new.  She
kissed me back on a soft gasp as I started to slide in.  She was tight, she was
tiny, she was hot and wet, and I think I was going to die if I didn’t get to
get all the way in the next second.

She whispered my name across my
neck and arched her back.  Her nails dug into my shoulders as I lifted her up a
little bit and tried to push all the way in.  I swore and she froze as there
was something most definitely in the way but my momentum was to great and I had
her too keyed up to stop so she snapped wide eyes to mine as her mouth made a
little O of surprised pain as I glared down at her.

“What the fuck Shaw?”

She gave her head a little shake
and lifted her other leg up around my hip and moved against me in a way that
made me utter every swear word I knew.  “Don’t stop.  Rule, please don’t
stop.”  She was breathy and it was too late for that to be an option anyway. 
She felt better than anything I had ever felt in my life and there was no way I
was going to stop now, not unless I wanted to walk funny until I was thirty.  I
let the fingers of one hand tangle in her hair and propped my weight up on the
other so that I wasn’t crushing her and went about having the best sex of my
life with a god damn lying virgin.

She moved just the way I wanted her
to, she touched me in ways that would wake me up in the middle of the night
remembering them, she kissed me like she had been created to do it exactly the
way I liked, she matched my rhythm the way only people that had lots and lots
of sex together normally managed to do and every time she whispered my name or
made a sexy sound of satisfaction and delight it made me feel ten feet tall.  I
hadn’t had sober sex in a long time, I hadn’t had sex with someone I knew for
more than a few hours in a long time either and I couldn’t believe the
difference both those things made.

I wanted it to be good for her,
wanted it to turn her inside out like it was doing to me and since it was her
first time I wanted to make sure that it was what she was going to have to
compare every guy after me to.  We moved together, she arched her back and put
her hands back on my head.

“Oh my God, Rule.”  She was close;
I could feel the little tremors all along my cock.  There was no way I was
going to ruin this for her so I touched her in a way that was guaranteed to
make her shatter and was rewarded with big eyes and a gasp of surrender.  I was
super relieved because I wasn’t going to last much longer.  I buried my nose in
her neck and followed her over the edge.  By the time it was done my arms were
shaking and I was breathing like I had run a marathon.  I slid out of her and
rolled to my side all ready to have the regret and despair settle on me, only
her eyes had drifted closed so I got up to go into my bathroom and clean up.  I
pulled on a pair of sweats and grabbed a wash cloth for her.  When I went back
into the room she was curled up on her side with her cheek resting on her
folded up hands, she looked all of sixteen years old.  The steady rise and fall
of her chest indicated that she was asleep so I cleaned her up the best I could
without waking her and settled in the bed next to her.  I crossed my arms up
under my head and stared up at my ceiling.

What the hell had I done?  And what
in the hell had Remy been doing with her for all those years if he hadn’t been
sleeping with her?  They had always claimed they were just friends but no one
had believed them.  The love they had for each other, the protectiveness, the
camaraderie they shared had often even made me jealous and I now I didn’t know
what the hell to think.  Shaw had been a girl that never fell into the girls I
can’t or won’t have sex with category for most of my life but now I had blown
that all to smithereens I didn’t know what to do about it.  She wasn’t just
some chick I could never call again, that I could shove out the door the next
morning and I didn’t have the first clue what to do about it.  Add in the fact
that it was probably the most intense, best sex of my life and I felt like I
was losing control.  I shouldn’t feel that way about Shaw; she shouldn’t be the
one to rock my world like it had never been rocked before.  Frankly it weirded
me out that she was better and more turned on by my ink and piercings than the
majority of girls I brought home.  Now I had a disarray on my hands and the
wrong girl in my bed and I didn’t have a clue what to do about it.

***

I fell asleep sometime after the
sun started to come up so when I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing the
first thing I did was look on the other side of the bed.  All the things from
the night before slamming into my head.  Shaw was gone.  The pile of clothes I
left on the floor last night was folded neatly on the end of the bed and none
of her pretty little things were left.  I groaned and threw an arm over my eyes
while answering the call.