Page 16 of Hurts So Good
“Relax, we were just ironing out some differences.” Liz smiled and patted Nancy’s shoulder. “We’ll get caught up in no time.” Nancy’s brow lowered as her eyes zeroed in on Liz’s bare legs, then Wendy’s.
Phillip seemed as cool as the walk-in as he tied a fresh apron around his hips and started all five orders in rapid succession. He tossed steaks and burgers on the grill, began some toast, and assembled a Reuben. “It’s been one hell of a day, hasn’t it, Nancy?”
Nancy’s face was still crushed in anger as she measured his expression.
Though this wasn’t really a rush, Phil felt that familiar stirring.
Liz grinned at Nancy and rested her hand on Nancy’s while she stepped around to fill some glasses of ice water. “We’ll be caught up in no time, Nancy, and it’s only a couple hours ‘til closing.”
Phillip nodded. “Yeah, and this is all my fault, Nancy. You can deal with me however you see fit after closing.”
Nancy’s brow rose like a drawbridge. She looked at Wendy and then Liz.
Liz shrugged. “We’ll help if you like.”
Wendy’s cheeks glowed like emergency lights at a four-alarm fire. She nodded then lowered her head.
Nancy’s mouth curled slowly into a gleaming smile.
Liz peered over the counter as a thick ridge grew on the front of Phillip’s apron. “Such a bad boy, but not beyond redemption.”
PROVOCATION
Jay Lawrence
I hate this place.”
My voice sounded shrill but I didn’t care.
Art raised an eyebrow. “Give it a chance. We’ve only seen the airport and the suburbs of Phoenix. It’ll improve.”
I crossed my legs and pouted. The A/C was turned up high, blasting cold air on my chest. My nipples were hard. Ahead, the poker-straight highway stretched into the shimmering distance. I was tired, hungry, thirsty, and horny but didn’t have the sense to voice any of those needs in an adult fashion.
“I wish we’d stayed in New Jersey.”
“Any more of this, sweetheart, and I’ll wish you’d stayed at home, too.”
Here was the cue I’d been waiting for and I pounced, eager for a fight, my libido so misplaced it wasn’t funny.
“I should have fucking stayed at home! Christ, I’m so hot…”
“So I see.”
The edge of amusement in Art’s maddeningly calm voice made me want to slap him. I hated his self-control, longed to scratch my nails down his back and draw blood. Yep, I was horny…
“Why are you pulling over?”
The car drew into a rest area, and Art got out without a word. I watched him head into the men’s washroom without a backward glance. I uncrossed my legs, the moist flesh of my thighs sticking together beneath my shorts.
Christ, just fuck me. Fuck me hard and bite my neck and stick your finger in my ass. Give it to me hard, will you?
I didn’t realize, back then, that my penchant for rough sex was a hint about some darker needs. I only knew I liked to be pinned down, legs thrust over my head, and fucked so deep and strong I thought his cock would come out of my mouth.
I thought about sex, and my nipples hardened even more. I wasn’t wearing a bra, and they pushed against the thin cotton of my T-shirt.
“Drink this.”
Art returned with a paper cup full of water.