CHAPTER EIGHT TABATHA

CHAPTER EIGHT

TABATHA

"You're joking?" Jackie asks rubbing suntan lotion on her white as snow skin.

"I wish I were," I say, lying on a lawn chair by my parents' pool. Two days have passed since I came home to find Dash sitting in my father's office. And I'm still as pissed as I was the second I realized he knew who I was.

It was my fault. I was stupid enough to sleep with him without even bothering to find out who he was. I just wanted someone to get over Rodger, and of course, like a slut, I jumped in bed with the first guy who I found attractive.

"How could he have known who you were, though?"

"The internet." I roll my eyes behind my Dolce shades. "There are pictures of me on there with my father's racing team." She knows this. Then all the pictures of Rodger and me, of course.

"But, in the past, the guys dated you for a little bit while they tried to get close to your dad. Erik had already been signed."

I shake my head. "Technically, he was signing that very next morning," I remind her.

"It doesn't make sense. I can't see him doing that."

I arch a dark eyebrow. "Oh? Are you two best friends now?"

She shakes her head. "I just saw the way he looked at you at his party. Trust me when I say this. He was thinking about how to get you up to his bed—not how you could further his racing career." She then tilts her head to the side and frowns. "That sounded worse," she says, confused by her statement.

"Just forget it. It's not gonna happen again," I say, and I ignore her snort. She doesn't believe me. Hell, even I don't believe me. He just made me feel so free. So sexy. Have you ever been with a man who made you feel confident? Beautiful? That was how he made me feel. The way he spoke to me. The way his hands roughly held me. Just thinking about it makes me wet. I had cried out with every thrust. He took his time with me, yet fucked me. His cock was so big my pussy still remembers what if felt like…

I sit up quickly. "Fuck me!" I hiss.

"What?" Jackie asks sitting up quickly as well.

I look over at her, panicked as my heart pounds. "We didn't use a condom." I throw my hands over my face. "Oh, my God," I hiss. "How stupid could I be?"

"It's okay," she offers.

"It's okay?" I demand. "What is okay about that?" I throw my hand over my pounding chest. "I could be pregnant."

"You're on birth control."

"A disease?" How fucking stupid. I don't remember him having one. At all. "I'm totally fucked."

"You're worrying about it too much." I go to speak, but she raises her hand. "You had unprotected sex with Rodger."

"Yeah, but…"

"But nothing. It's not like he ever went and got checked."

I fall back onto my back and cover my face with my hands. I can't believe I let myself do that. What I allowed happen. I'm a total idiot.

"It's happened. Just try to forget about it. Relax," she says softly, and I take a few deep breaths.

I close my eyes as I turn over onto my stomach to let my back get some sun as I continue to remember that night. We lie basking in the sun in silence for a few minutes until I hear Jackie speak.

"I, uh, am going to go get something to eat. Want anything?" she asks sounding flustered.

"Sure. Bring me some ice cream." Aunt Flow is about to visit and my main craving is ice cream. Mint chocolate chip is to die for.

She doesn't respond, but I hear her get up and her feet slap against the hot concrete as she walks away.

I let out a long sigh as those gray eyes come to mind once again. I wish I could forget what happened that night at his party. It's all I see now. I liked it better when my memory was still hazy and hungover.

We crash through his bedroom door. He shoves my back against the door slamming it shut in the process. His lips are on mine as his tongue shoves its way into my mouth. I feel his hands on the hem of my shirt, and he goes to pull his mouth away to lift my shirt. But I grab a hold of him and pull him into me. His hands rise and rip my shirt off as I moan into his mouth. My bra disappears and his hand lands on my breast roughly. He takes my nipple between two fingers and pinches it so hard that I pull away and scream out.

I'm panting and pushing my hips into him, needing more. I drop to my knees and start to undo his belt. "Shit," he hisses placing his hands behind his head as I free his rather large dick. I lick my lips and take his hard dick into my mouth.

He then slams a fist against the door as the other hand finds its way into my hair. I pull him to the back of my throat and his nails dig into my scalp. I pull away as I lick up his long hard shaft. I come to the top and swirl my tongue around the head.

"God, Tabatha," he growls as his other hand finds its way into my hair as well. He grips it tightly and pushes his hips forward. I suck taking him to the back once again. "Fuck," he hisses. "I wanna fuck you so hard..." I moan around his cock in my mouth and relax my mouth giving him permission to do whatever in the hell he wants to me.

For once, in a long time, I want him to fuck me so hard I can't stand afterwards.

"You're going to burn." A familiar man's voice cuts through my thoughts.

My eyes spring open, and I fumble to get off the lounge chair and up onto my feet. My feet get tangled in my chair, and I about fall into the pool when two strong arms grab me around the waist and I'm pulled into a hard body.

I let out a breath as my heart pounds against his chest. I watch the frown on his face from behind my sunglasses. I tighten my legs as the memory of what we did still lingers in my mind.

He reaches up and pushes my glasses to the top of my head. I blink a few times from the harsh sunlight. "You should be more careful," he warns.

"Of you?" Why do I sound so breathless?

He shakes his head. "I finally realized what you were so upset about. And I promise you that I had no idea who you were that night of my party."

"You're lying," I say, starting to get myself under control.

"I promise. I'm not."

"What are you doing here?" I ask, trying to pull out of his arms, but he doesn't let me go.

"I just wanted to talk to you. To make sure you understood that I didn't take you to bed with the wrong intentions."

I let out a rough laugh, hoping it hides my discomfort of wanting a repeat of that night. "Yeah. Because just getting your dick wet is a much better excuse."

He gives me a slow and sexy smile. "Darling, you wanted it just as badly." He then runs the back of his knuckles down the side of my cheek. "If I remember correctly, you instigated it."

"Me?" I gape up at him.

He nods. "The way your eyes raked over me. The way you bent over the pool table and pushed your ass out. I paid attention." I huff. "You knew what you were doing," he says, giving me a devious smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I play stupid. I just wanted one night to forget about Rodger. I just happened to have slept with a guy who my father signed. Why is karma coming after me?

"Now, who's the one lying?" He leans down so close his lips are almost touching mine. I lick mine. "And I just want another chance to show you just how much you enjoyed it. Preferably without as much alcohol involved this time."

I shake my head. "That can't happen."

"It can. And it will."

"No," I say firmly.

"What? Are you saying I don't have a chance?" He lifts an eyebrow and gives me a small smile.

I let out a breath before telling him the truth. "I had one intention that night and that was to forget my ex," I say, and his smile drops off his face. "So both of our intentions were not pure."

"You speak of my intentions as if you still don't believe me when I say I didn't know who you were," he says frowning once again.

I shrug carelessly. "Does it really matter? It happened. You're the one who won't let it go. And you also didn't use a condom," I add with bite.

He cracks a smile. "I had one, but you took it off." Of course, I did. He leans in and whispers into my ear, "You said you wanted to feel me as I fucked you." His breath hits my ear and makes me break out in goosebumps. "And it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard." He pulls away, and I look up at him through heavy eyes. "And you're right," he says softly. "I don't want to let it go." He runs his hand up my back. "I want you again and again. Why do you make it sound like such a bad thing?" He presses his lips against mine. I open up without hesitation letting him kiss me. It's just a kiss. What could it hurt?

My lips work with his as if they have done it a thousand times before. I feel his fingers brushing against my back and then his hand is covering my breast.

I gasp in his mouth when I realize he untied the top of my bathing suit.

He chuckles softly. "I want you right now."

"My dad..." If he saw this, he would shit a brick and both of our lives would be over.

"He's not here," he whispers.

"Jackie?" I ask. Why am I trying to get out of this? I want him.

"She has probably left already."

If I know Jackie, she is probably sitting in one of the windows, eating my ice cream while watching us. She's a freak like that.

"We can't do this," I finally say, pushing him away from me. My body shivers as his heat no longer touches me. My body wants him. Hell, my body has had him, and it knows how fucking good he feels.

I go to walk past him, holding my top over my breasts the best I can. Which is hard since it's just two triangles.

He grabs my arm and spins me around. He knocks my body into his, and I feel the air leave my lungs when he grabs my ass and lifts me up. He lays me down on top of the lounge chair.

"Dash…" I say breathlessly trying to get up.

He straddles me and pins my hands down by my head. I don't fight it. Instead, I lift my hips up to his, needing some kind of friction. I'm soaking wet and horny as hell. I want him to remind me how much I enjoyed it.

He slowly smiles then his eyes land on my exposed chest. Crap, I lost my bikini again. He sits there for a second as he watches my chest as I breathe heavily.

He bends down and places his lips on mine, slow and soft. His hands release my wrists and I wrap them around his neck. I just can't push him away. He makes me forget Rodger. He makes me feel alive again, instead of a pathetic little dog that obeyed every command. I wanna be wild and crazy for him.

He slides a hand between our bodies and inside my bikini bottoms. I spread my legs for him. "You're already wet for me, baby." He smiles against my lips when his fingers find my soaked pussy.

I moan as he slides one into me. "Tell me what you were thinking about when I startled you," he demands as he enters another finger into me.

"You." I arch my back and let out a whimper.

He chuckles as he places soft kisses on my neck. "What about me?"

I pause for a second. Rodger never asked me how our sex felt, or what I liked. We always did what he liked. My opinion didn't matter. I like that Dash wants to know.

"The way you fucked my mouth," I say honestly and a deep rumble comes from his chest.

"I think about that all the time, too," he admits.

His fingers slide out and my body sinks into the lounge chair from the loss. "What are you doing?" I ask as he sits up. Please keep going.

"I believe it's my turn to fuck you with my mouth," he states with a smile as he unties both strings of my bikini bottoms and sinks down between my legs. I bend my knees and arch my back as he does just that. No tenderness. No holding back. He literally fucks me with his tongue, and it's amazing. He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders and his hands hold down my hips as they buck. My hands tangle in his dark hair and I scream out as he brings me to orgasm in minutes. Never slowing down. Giving me all he has. And it's amazing. Once done, he sits up but continues to hold me down as my body shakes from the aftermath. He leans down and gives me a soft kiss on my parted lips as I pant. I lick what's left of myself off his lips. And he moans into my mouth. It has me needing more. I lift my hips feeling his hard-on behind his pants. I need him inside of me. Fucking me. I reach for his pants but he grabs my wrists and pins them down by my head again and he deepens the kiss. Taking what little breath I had left away.

When he pulls away I'm gasping for air. "There's another memory for you to think about when I'm gone." Then with a smirk on his beautiful face, he gets up and leaves me there. I lie there completely spent as he gets up and walks back into the house to leave.

I throw my arm over my eyes and cuss myself. What in the hell did I just let him do? Did I really just let him go down on me in the middle of the day on my parents' lawn furniture? Yes, yes I did! And it was fucking amazing!

"Girl…" Jackie screeches as she comes running outside.

I sit up and hold my bottoms between my legs. She's my best friend and has been since middle school. She's seen me naked more times than I could count, but I do not want her to see my pussy after what Dash just did to it.

"What?" I try to ask calmly. I pull my legs up and throw my arms over them trying to hide that fact that they are still shaking.

"What?" she repeats, placing her hand on her narrow hips. "You know what. I saw that."

"I knew you would watch, you sick freak," I say with a laugh.

She fans herself. "I didn't see much, but I do need to cool off after that. Oh, and he was hard as a rock as he walked out." She winks. "Big package, huh?" She then jumps into the pool, and I lie back down as I look up to the sky. I'm fucked! Getting involved with him is the last thing I need right now.