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  I knew that she wouldn’t be looking for anything serious, which was fine by me since I was just looking to screw her out of my system. I didn’t hit the same piece twice if you catch my drift. After dinner, we piled into Ron’s truck to go meet Kevin for ice cream. It was at that time that I was officially ruined.

  We arrived with the evening heat still lingering. Piper changed into a short, black skirt and a red tank top. Her ass looked fucking killer and all I could think about was bending her over. I quickly adjusted myself hoping to conceal my excitement. Aubrey pummeled everyone out of the way and stepped up first. Jake shook his head laughing at his bride to be, and ordered her a chocolate and peanut butter ice cream sundae, putting a whopping shit-eating grin on her face.

  I stayed toward back with Piper who went last, ordering a strawberry cone. I opted to forgo anything since my appetite only wanted one thing right now. We searched around to see where everyone went and headed to the table near the parking lot.

  Since the table was full, we sat at the table across from them. Everyone was talking about what was going on tomorrow. Aubrey was ribbing on Kevin to see if he was ready to perform the ceremony. I watched as Piper’s pouty lips moved every time she joined in the conversation.

  Fuck! I was sporting a semi just from watching her. She slowly brought the cone to her lips swirling around the outside of the cone, it was almost seductive, and I couldn’t help but envision her doing that to a certain part of my anatomy. I bet it would be mind altering.

  “See something you like?” She whispered, low enough for only me to hear.

  My mind was blank because I was rock hard at this point. Racking my brain for something intelligible to say all I could get out was a lousy, “maybe.”

  It had been a solid two years since I was affected by a girl.

  “That’s too bad because I see something that I like.” She said looking down at my dick.

  I let out a low groan, hoping that it wasn’t as obvious as I thought it was. A drop of pink cream fell onto her chest, and without a second thought I dipped my head and licked it off. She tasted incredible, a thousand percent better than the ice cream. Looking up at her with feral eyes she met my stare with the same burning intensity, and it was game on.

  “I’m going to bang you so hard we should probably exchange insurance information.” She purred grabbing the back of my head pulling the short hair on the back of my head, almost to the point of pain.

  “Gladly.” I’d sign over my house, my car, and my bank account at this point.

  I looked at Jake who muttered something unintelligible, while tossing me the keys. Piper discarded her ice cream over her shoulder as we both took off in a sprint toward the truck. I hit the unlock button and helped her in. I climbed in behind her and shut the door behind me.

  Thank God for tinted windows.

  I leaned in and claimed her mouth swiping my tongue against hers. It was still cool from the ice cream making the kiss even hotter. She dug her nails into my shoulders, pulling me down on top of her.

  Wow, she doesn’t waste any time! My kind of girl…

  Taking my right hand and slowly hitching her skirt up, revealing a pair of black, lace panties. Groaning internally I wanted to devour her on the spot. I rubbed her lightly through the thin material hearing her stifle a moan. I pulled my mouth from hers and trailed it down her neck stopping once I got to her chest pulling her bra down so I could reveal her perfect tits. Taking a nipple in my mouth I rolled my tongue around until it peaked before continuing to kiss my way down her stomach until I reached her wetness.

  This wasn’t my usual MO, but for some reason I needed to taste her. Leisurely running my tongue in circles around her clit I held her gaze until she was writhing under me. I moved one hand to her chest and used the other to move in and out of her wetness.

  “Blake.” She rasped bucking her hips wildly.

  “Did you like that?” I asked, skimming my nose down her thigh, biting gently.

  She nodded breathlessly and reached into her bag pulling out a pink condom taking me by surprise.

  “I need you to fuck me, now.” She pushed it into my hand and gave me a look that meant, ‘hurry the fuck up’.

  I unzipped my shorts and heard her gasp as she looked down at ‘bam bam.’ I got that reaction a lot. I tore open the wrapper hoping that it fit and unrolled it down my length, all the while trying to hold back a laugh. I couldn’t help that genetics blessed me in that department. She reached her hand out and tentatively stroked me lining me up with her entrance. Shit, if she keeps that up I’m gonna cream myself before we even get started.

  I pushed the head in slightly.

  Fuck, she’s tight!

  I looked at her to see if she wanted me to continue. She looked at me with a wicked grin.

  “I want you to impale me.” She moaned, arching her back.

  I looked at her a little shocked, but she just nodded. I reared back and slammed into her. Holy fuck! Suddenly I feel this rush throughout my body. I don’t even know how to explain it. I continued my thrusting until I could tell that she was getting close again. She reached around to my ass and pulled me to her, making me move harder and faster. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer. Two thrusts later I felt her detonate around me holding me in a vice like grip, moaning loudly. Rearing back once more I found my own release. Out of breath, I leaned down and kissed her lightly, resting my forehead on hers.

  “Thanks.” She giggled. “Up you go.” She pushed up on my torso.

  Holy fuck, she just Blake’d me!

  Dumbfounded I sat up and shook my head. Who is this girl and what has she done to me? I pulled the condom off and stuffed it into a tissue on the floor. I zipped up my shorts as she readjusted her skirt and top. She demanded that I buy her another ice cream since it was my fault that she tossed the first one.

  I happily obliged and almost told her that it was almost worth buying the entire place if we could do that again. I opened the door and helped her down. Tossing the napkin in the garbage and I went and ordered her another cone. I watched as she toyed with me by performing her seductive licking again. I was already ready for round two.

  When we arrived back at the ranch, everyone turned in for the night, since we had the wedding tomorrow. I showered and climbed into bed turning the TV on and putting my hands behind my head. I was surprised when the door burst open. Piper stood there in a pair of black boy-shorts and an itty-bitty t-shirt reading, ‘tattooed for your pleasure”. Her breasts were straining against the thin material.

  Pushing the door shut quietly behind her she sashayed over to the bed. I held my arm out to her in invitation. Climbing onto the bed she crawled on all fours until she reached me lowering her mouth to mine, completely invading me with her tongue.

  I reached my hand placing it on the back of her neck, holding her there so I could perform an assault of my own. Her hair was so soft it felt like corn-silk on my fingertips. She was grinding her warmth against my cock with only a thin sheet separating us. Reaching into the side of her panties she produced another packet, except this time it was blue. I held it up to her mouth as she tore it open and spit a piece of plastic off the side of the bed, lifting so I could move the sheet. She dipped down and swiped her tongue over my hardness before putting her hand out for the condom.

  “Are there cowboys in Arizona?” She asked.

  “Some.” I said rather breathlessly as she rolled the condom down my length with a firm grip.

  “I’m going to ride you now cowboy.” She smirked.

  She lifted up until we were lined up. She slowly and meticulously lowered herself down until she had all of me. Rolling her hips, starting out nice and slow before she started actually moving. Holy fuck! She wasn’t kidding when she said she was going to ride me. She was taking me on the ride of my life, one that I never wanted to get off of.

  We locked eyes, and I felt it again…that strange sensation circulating through my veins. She was bit
ing her lip seductively as I started thrusting upwards. Looking up at the ceiling she started moaning, and I felt her shatter around me. She mumbled my name, and it was the single sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I had been with enough girls to know how to use my tool, and use it well. I wanted her to remember this night thirty years from now and remember just how I made her feel.

  I kept hitting her sensitive spot until she was writhing above me. Quickly moving so that I was on top of her I claimed her mouth, possessing her as much as she’d let me. I continually thrust into her within an inch of my life until I felt like she was going to climax again and I tried to time it perfectly. I reared back and slammed into her one last time watching as her eyes rolled in the back of her head making her wail loudly. I kissed her in an attempt to try and quiet her down. When I was finished, I leaned down and put my head on her chest willing my frantic heart to slow down. I seriously needed to stop smoking and get back to the gym.

  “What now?” I asked her.

  She leaned in and pecked my lips. “I don’t want to think about what’s going to be after this. I just want to live for now.”

  What the hell was that supposed to mean?

  I knew that she probably thought that I wouldn’t be affected because frankly I didn’t think I would be either. She was different though. I was downright afflicted by her. I shrugged trying to feign indifference.

  “Thanks for the ride, cowboy.” She winked as she moved out from under me and sauntered out of the room.

  I flopped back on the bed and put the back of my hand to my forehead.

  What the fuck just happened?

  Usually girls are all into that after sex cuddling shit and Piper was out of here like the room was on fire. I put my head on the pillow and begged for sleep to come. I turned to look at the clock. It was after two in the morning. I struggled to get comfortable, but my mind was across the hallway with a certain redhead. Piper.

  CHAPTER TWO

  OCEAN AVENUE

  “Hey asshole!”

  For the third time today I caught myself daydreaming about the scene that played out at the wedding wishing it were real. I felt something hit me in the side of the head bringing me back to reality. I looked to see one of Derek’s drumsticks clamber to the floor and winced, rubbing my head.

  I’ve been in a funk ever since we arrived to Ohio two days ago. My thoughts were in one place…the girl sitting in the main house across the lawn. It was making me insane knowing that Piper was there and didn’t want to see me, even worse I didn’t know what I did to make her feel that way.

  I wanted to stomp across the way and fuck some sense into her and make her see what I saw and feel what I felt.

  “What!” I roared, fuming.

  Derek cocked an eyebrow. “You left us again.”

  I was so screwed.

  Piper

  “Cole we have to talk about this.” I demanded, dipping the needle into the ink.

  It was the third time that he took off this month. I was accustomed to it by now, but it didn’t make it any less stressful. Ever since his discharge from the Marines he hasn’t been the same. He leaves for days at a time and doesn’t say where he’s going, or when he’s coming back.

  We’ve been together since junior year, and I love him, but that love was faltering more and more every day. I feel like I owe it to him to stay here and help him through this since he doesn’t have anyone else, but it’s slowly killing me.

  My mind was unraveling as I continued working on the tattoo that I was doing on his back. I listened as he blew out a deep breath, knowing he was locking up again. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.

  “What the fuck is there to talk about, Piper?” He spat angrily. “I just needed to get away. End of discussion, just drop it already.”

  “I want to know why. Don’t you think you owe me that much?” I said, pushing the needle in with a little more force than necessary.

  Flinching his face in pain. “It’s none of your fucking business.” He seethed.

  I snapped. I stood up and launched the tattoo gun across the room storming out of the shop on the verge of tears. Pushing out the door I started walking down the street since I left my purse, phone and keys inside.

  After eight years, this is how he treats me. I was infuriated and beyond hurt. I made it about a half a block before a car started to slow. I recognized Aubrey’s Mini Cooper. It pulled to a stop on the side of the road and who gets out but Blake. I have been trying my best to avoid him since they arrived here two weeks ago. So far I have been successful, except for the one time that I saw him from across Aubrey’s lawn by pure accident. I had so much going on in my own life right now I couldn’t handle any more drama.

  He stood bracing his muscular, tattooed arms on the door looking sinful as always. His hair was spiked in disarray, and he smiled showing off his damn dimples. His smile faded when he looked at me about to have a nervous breakdown. He shut the door and walked up to the sidewalk wearing a pair of faded, ripped jeans and a tight, black Affliction t-shirt.

  “Hey Pipe, fancy seeing you out this way.” He teased.

  “It’s fancy alright.” I huffed blowing out a breath of air, praying I could keep my tears at bay long enough to get rid of him.

  “You okay?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Just him asking was almost enough to make the dam break, but I managed to hold it back.

  “Fine.” I said tersely. I didn’t want to talk about it, especially with him.

  “Okay…” He said looking awkward. “Do you need a ride somewhere?”

  “I said I’m fine.” I spat. “Will you just go already?” I felt guilty because he didn’t deserve it, but I just needed my own space right now.

  I felt him before I saw him. Turning around I saw Cole walking angrily towards us without his shirt, his expression menacing. This was not going to go over well. He looked at me, then Blake. I saw his anger flaring. He was jealous, and I knew he wouldn’t care what explanation I offered. Blake looked at me for answers and I gave a small shrug.

  “Who’s he?” Cole demanded.

  “Cole, this is Blake. He’s the bassist for Battlescars. He’s also Jake’s best friend.” I said nonchalantly catching a glimpse of Blake out of the corner of my eye. I could have sworn that he looked hurt. What was I supposed to say? Hey Cole, this is the guy that I fucked at Aubrey and Jake’s wedding while we were on a break? Oh yeah, I think I have feelings for him too. “Blake, this is my boyfriend, Cole.” I said almost guiltily.

  “Nice to meet you, bro.” Blake said, offering his hand.

  Cole looked as his hand like it has the plague and refused to shake it. That pissed me off. I wanted to apologize for him, but it would only cause more shit for me later.

  “Are you going to come finish this or not?” Cole demanded, pointing to his back.

  “Yeah.” I took a step toward the shop. “I’ll see you around Blake.” I said looking over my shoulder.

  “No, you won’t!” Cole yelled, causing me to flinch.

  So it was okay for him to run away to God knows where for days at a time, but heaven forbid I even talk to another person. Blake nodded and got back into Aubrey’s car. We exchanged one last glance before I walked back to the tattoo shop causing butterflies to flutter in my stomach. At this point, I may as well finish what I started.

  I went into my room and picked up the pieces of my now destroyed tattoo gun and put them in a pile. Reaching into the drawer I pulled out another gun and started setting everything up again. Cole came in and sat back in the chair. He let out a deep breath and looked at me intently.

  “I’m not losing you to anyone, Piper. I’m sorry I snapped like that, I just have a lot going on in my head right now.” He truly did look sorry, and it made me feel horrible for losing my patience with him, but it was such a constant thing these days that I was burnt out.

  “Whatever. This shit needs to stop, Cole. Maybe you should look into professional help or something because I don’t even k
now where to start.” I was already overwhelmed and didn’t even know how to begin helping him.

  Cole’s dad worked two jobs and raised him alone after his mom split when he was seven. He struggled with some serious abandonment and trust issues because of it, especially with women. Their relationship struggled the past several years, and when his dad remarried and moved to Texas Cole decided he didn’t want him in his life anymore either. I thought we worked through a lot of his ghosts, obviously I was wrong.

  After my high school graduation, my parents sold their house and moved two hours away to be more in the country. I didn’t want to leave my life or my friends, and I had just started apprenticing at TruInk, so I decided to stay behind. I lived with Aubrey and her family for a couple of months until I built up a reputation and could afford to live on my own. I moved all of Cole’s things into my tiny apartment until we could afford somewhere bigger. We’ve practically spent my entire adult life, except for a few short breaks, up to this point together.

  After I assembled the tattoo gun I got to work pouring ink into the caps, looking at his bare chest. The boy did have a delicious body I’d give him that. Dipping the needle into the ink and feeling the buzz of the gun in my hand as I stepped on the pedal was such a high for me, I felt myself instantly relax. I glided the needle across the flesh, swiping blood up as I completed each new line. An hour later I was finally finished.

  Looking at the picture in front of me nearly brought tears to my eyes. It was a marine kneeling on one knee holding a fellow perished soldier in his arms. It spanned his entire back, and it was beautiful. This was the third session, and I put so much thought into every detail from helmets to boots since it was a recreation of something that happened to Cole while he was overseas. One of the members of his platoon, who also happened to be a close friend of his, was killed by a roadside bomb. He was also injured in the same attack. I tried to think of that when he would get in one his funks, but it still didn’t make his mood swings easier to deal with it.