Sweetest Sin: Bad Boy Bundle (42 page)

"Yea. That one definitely counted." She giggled and straightened out her skirt.

"Okay, well, we'll just say that once we leave here, that's it. Okay? No more. We'll just spend the rest of the weekend watching your bitch sister getting married, get drunk,
not
getting laid and then when all is said and done we can just go our separate ways and we're done. Deal?"

"Deal." She smiled.

***

I snuck out of the bathroom first and ducked back into our seat. The bill sat on the table and it didn't seem like anyone could even tell we were gone. Of course, everything had happened in such a whirlwind, I guess I shouldn't have been that surprised if no one noticed.

More people had arrived, however. And the restaurant was starting to feel crowded. Tim walked over a few minutes later, grabbed the bill, and walked up to the bar.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked when he got back.

"Don't worry about it, you unemployed bum." He laughed. "Just make sure you're here on Monday by three."

"What? Why?"

"Because I vouched for you. So you get a shot. Come work a shift on Monday. If they like you, you get the job. If not, well then you get paid for the day and that's it."

"Oh my God. Tim. You didn't have to do that."

"Why wouldn't I? I made you quit that last job. And at least at this job they won't force you to wear those ridiculous uniforms."

I smiled and jumped up to hug him. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Don't worry about it. Come on, let's get going."

We walked back outside to his bike. The sun was setting over the horizon, leaving a red haze over everything. Riding on the back of his bike scared me in the daylight. I hoped we got back to Grams's house before it got too dark out. There was no telling how different the ride might be once it was actually dark out.

He helped fasten my helmet and then we got on the bike together. He waved at a small group as we rolled out toward the exit. I tried to sit nonchalant. To tell myself the motorcycle was fine. To remind myself Tim knew what he was doing and we would be fine. But as he turned out of the parking lot and onto the road, nerves got the better of me and I clenched my arms around him again.

And I latched on tight.

Then I suddenly became very aware that my panties were still soaked from our little tryst in the bathroom. Soaking wet and resting on a vibrating engine.

Oh God.

Lightning shot up through my core as the bike teased and shook against the folds of my pussy. I took in a deep breath and tightened my grip around his waist even more. Then his warnings from earlier ran through my head.
Don't squeeze too tight or I won't be able to maneuver.

I closed my eyes and held my breath. Trying to will my body back under control.

My body ignored me. Climbing toward a strong release.

I was going to have to ask him to stop.

I tapped on his stomach. Almost as if on queue, the light ahead turned red and he rolled to a stop.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

With the bike sitting idle, the fires in my pussy died down a bit. I took in a deep breath and tried to answer him with something other than a groan.

I failed.

The light turned green and the engine roared back into its gentle, unrelenting vibrations against my wet nether region.

Seconds later, he turned down a dirt road and finally pulled over to the side of the road and turned around.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Poor Tim. His eyes were wide with concern and he even took off his helmet to check on me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and tried to peer through my visor.

I hoped I could bring myself back under control before he took my helmet off. No such luck.

My moans grew louder and I gripped his shoulders to keep my balance.

"Holy shit. Are you...are you cumming?"

I groaned louder, fighting the urge to grind against the seat of his bike.

He smiled and pulled in close to me, hiding his hand with the flaps of his jacket. He rubbed my throbbing clit with his fingers until my orgasm released and I screamed into his neck.

When the shuddering stopped, embarrassment took over.

Tim didn't say a word. And I didn't want him to.

When we finally got back to Grams's house, I jumped off the bike and handed Tim's spare helmet back over to him. I was mortified when I glanced down at the seat and saw a wet spot glistening in the moonlight there. I closed my eyes and ran inside without a word. Jumping up the stairs two steps at a time to get back to my room.

I didn't even stop to say anything to the people glaring at me after I walked through the door.

CHAPTER SIX

Angela ran into the house so fast, I didn't have a chance to ask her if she was okay at all. Her cheeks were flushed pink. I wanted to tell her she didn't have to worry about it. That I didn't think it was something to be embarrassed about. But how do you tell someone something like that?

Hey, Angela, don't worry about cumming all over the seat of my bike
. Saying something was bound to cause more embarrassment, not less.

Then my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"You must be bored."

Damn it
, I thought. "What do you want, Trish?"

I couldn't believe I answered the phone without bothering to look at the caller ID. After avoiding her calls for weeks, now I was trapped talking to this woman.

"I thought you would have known that answer by now, Tim. I want you."

"Well, you're going to have to find someone else, Trish. I'm not in town right now."

"What? Where are you?"

"I'm visiting my grandmother in Colorado. I won't be back in Los Angeles for another week or so."

"Seriously? That sucks. Bobby wanted me to help him organize a run to start in two days."

"What type of run?"

"Bike run, from LA to Miami. Then a week in Miami and we run back to LA. Sounds pretty sweet, right?"

"Hell, yea. But I can't. I got shit to do here. You'll just have to find someone else to go with you."

I could hear the disappointment in her sigh, but I didn't want to stick to the phone for too long. I immediately regretted my decision when I hung up the phone and looked up to see Marti standing there.

"Shit Marti. You scared the crap out of me. What the hell do you want?"

"I just want to talk."

"I told you to stay away from me. I wasn't kidding or exaggerating. I meant it. Stay. The fuck. Away from me." I pushed past her and went to walk out to the driveway. It was the first time I noticed even since pulling in that the tree was gone. Just gone.

I must have been distracted. But then again, this was the first time a girl had ever grabbed a hold of my thoughts the way Angela did.

"No," I told myself and shook my head. I turned to the house and started to walk in.

Marti jumped in front of me. "Please just talk to me," she begged. "I will do anything. Please. All I want to do is talk."

"That's it?" I asked.

My heart sank into my gut. I knew this was a mistake. But part of me thought that perhaps after this one last talk, everything would finally be settled and she wouldn't bother me again. And that small part of me convinced me it was possible.

"Fine," I took a deep breath and held out my arm toward the gazebo. "But not here."

She smiled and waltzed over to the gazebo. Skipping a little as she stepped. As if she'd just won a prize. When we got to the gazebo, I stood and leaned on the side. She stood next to me, so I sat on the bench.

When she sat down next to me I jumped back to my feet. "Marti. Talk."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"That's it?"

Marti took in a deep breath and glanced around the moonlit grass. "Who was that on the phone? Was that your girlfriend?"

"Not exactly."

"Not exactly? She either is or she isn't. Which is it?"

"She's none of your business," I said. "She was just calling to ask if I wanted to go for a run later."

"A run? What's that?"

"A group of us get together and ride from one place to another and raise funds for charity."

"Oh," she whispered.

I waited for a couple minutes, giving her the chance to say something. But my patience ran thin. "Marti. You said you wanted to talk. So talk."

She fiddled with her fingernails and shrugged her shoulders. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just. I don't think I can go through with this tomorrow."

"Excuse me?"

"You know. The wedding. I mean, Cody is nice and everything. He's so sweet. And he's funny. But he's not. I mean. He's just."

"What, Marti?"

"My thoughts just keep going back to you and me. You know? Back when you loved me and you wanted to marry me? So I thought maybe you could give me a reason to not marry him."

"What?" I squinted and furled my eyebrows. "Marti, that doesn't even make sense. Why the fuck would you even ask me something like that?"

"Because I haven't stopped thinking about you. Not even once. Because every time Cody climbs up on top of me, all I picture is you." She walked up closer to me, cornering me against the ledge. "Every time I suck on his pencil thin cock, I imagine your rock hard thickness and how it used to throb for me."

"That's your problem, Marti," I said, grabbing her wrists midair before she could lay them on me.

"Oh come on, Tim. You were in love with me. You said you would never find a woman so beautiful or alive. That no one else would ever light up your cock quite like me. Obviously you don't have a girlfriend because you're still hung up on me."

I laughed. Hard. The words pouring from her lips sounded more absurd to me than just about anything else. "Have you been reading bad romance novels or something? Or did you seriously just fall on your head a few too many times? Get over yourself, Marti. Get over me.”

"You really mean to tell me that you never think of us? Come on, Tim. No one forgets their first. And even if you're not hung up on me like that, what's wrong with a little roll in the sack before I get married? Since when have you ever grown a conscience?"

"It's not about growing a conscience. It's you. Okay? I want nothing to do with you."

"Then why the fuck are you even here?"

"Grams asked me to come."

"Grams did?"

"Yea."

She scoffed and huffed as she paced about in a circle. "And you really didn't come for me?"

"Fuck no." I turned to walk back to the house, leaving her standing with her mouth hanging open.

***

I pulled my tee shirt over my clean bra and glanced out the window. I wished I hadn't done that.

There I was, standing in nothing but fresh panties and a tee shirt and I could see Tim standing with Marti at the gazebo. My heart sank and the corners of my mouth tugged into a frown.

I couldn't even tell what I was feeling at that moment. Angry? Heartbroken?

Confused.

Why the hell would Tim get suckered back into Marti's crap? And what did I care if she took him for another ride.

When he trotted out of the gazebo and up to the house, I swiped the drapes closed and turned my back to the window. My eyes fell on the small pile of clothes I had just peeled off of me. The soaked panties still sitting on top. How was it possible that I was swooning over Tim and upset that he was outside spending time with Marti?

The only way this was going to fix itself would be if I ignored everything I just saw for the rest of the weekend and went about the wedding as planned. Finish getting Marti's preparations in order tonight. Do my duties as a bridesmaid tomorrow. Then come Monday, I never had to deal with this wedding, my sister, or Tim ever again.

Oh crap. Job interview Monday.
"Obviously I will just have to skip it." I told myself out loud. "Otherwise he'll just show up. Gloating to his friends about a new notch he just happened to carve into his headboard."

I kicked the clothes over into the closet and pulled on some sweatpants.

The yelling downstairs was already brewing as Marti started demanding people get into the places.

"Damn it," I whispered. "Rehearsal's tonight?"

I stepped off the bottom stair and walked into a small crowd of fancy dresses and suits.

My sweatpants were very self conscious.

"Angela? What the hell is wrong with you?" Mom asked.

"Nothing I just. I don't have anything to wear. I just got out of work and I didn't want to wear the tennis uniform."

"So you thought a tee shirt that says
Fight Like a Girl
and sweat pants were appropriate?"

"I-um. I don't know about appropriate, really. But better than naked?" I mumbled. My nerves started to grab hold of me. The butterflies swimming around in my stomach demanded a nervous smile. And they were about to get one.

I hated the fact that I smiled whenever I got nervous. It always made people angry with me. They always said I wasn't taking them seriously. But it was just something that happened that I couldn't control.

My mother rolled her eyes and turned around to Marti. "Well Marti, you're going to have to find something she can borrow. Otherwise she's going to ruin the pictures."

"Ugh," Marti whined and grabbed my wrist to drag me upstairs.

Flashbacks of when I was ten ran through my head. I twisted my wrist away from her grip and glared at her. "I can walk on my own, thank you."

"I'm starting to wonder."

"Fuck you, Marti."

"Language! Angela!" My mother yelled from downstairs.

I rolled my eyes and walked behind Marti to her room.

"Here," she spit as she talked. "You're bigger than I am so it won't fit right. But at least it'll be better than what you're wearing. We'll just have to put you in the back for the pictures."

"Then why can't you just put me in the back for pictures like this?" I grabbed the dress from her.

Crap. It was pink.

And not just any pink. But some awful, neon pink with neon fuchsia pink polka dots.

"You seriously want me to wear this?"

"Angela. So far this weekend I have seen you wear a cheerleading uniform, a robe, sweatpants with a ridiculous tee shirt, and a tennis uniform. You are not allowed to question my sense of fashion"

I couldn't argue with her about all that. Except for my Serenity tee shirt. I loved that tee shirt. But for the rest of it, she was pretty much spot on. Still though, I'd almost go to the wedding in that cheerleading uniform than in this wretched thing.

"You need to get ready fast," she barked. "The pastor is going to be here any minute and he's going to want to get started." Marti sauntered off out of the room before I could respond.

***

"Hey Grams," I said as I walked into the kitchen.

She turned around and offered that same cheerful smile she always has and nodded. "Hi Timmy."

"I have a question. Who finished up the tree?"

"I called someone."

"Aww, you didn't have to do that. I would have gotten it finished and put up in time."

"Oh I know, Timmy. But I thought you did quite enough today. And besides, you were kind enough to give Angela a ride to work and everything. I didn't want to overload you."

"Grams. Come on. That's why you called me here, isn't it? So I could help out?"

"Yes but the tree wasn't part of the plan. That fell after you got here."

I grunted and headed over to her coffee pot.

"Uh-uh," she said. "You are supposed to be getting ready."

"Getting ready for what?"

"The rehearsal tonight. Come on. Into a suit."

"A suit?"

"You heard me."

I shrugged and turned my back to the coffee maker. "Well, it was empty anyway."

She smiled as though that had been on purpose.

"So, Grams. When are you going to tell anyone else about what's really going on?"

"After the wedding."

"You know, no one's going to like that. I mean, I guess I understand why you don't want them to know before the wedding. But if you wait until after they aren't going to be thinking
oh, well, at least she didn't tell us before the wedding
! They're going to be upset that you didn't tell them earlier."

"What do I care if they're upset? Besides, I would have thought that you would have loved all the suspense and intrigue. Is she going to tell them? Is she not? Is she going to write any of them into her will?"

I laughed. "Stop joking Grams."

"You worry too much, Tim. You always have."

"Yea well, none of them think so."

"None of them think I have cancer, either. Doesn't mean they're right."

I nodded and stared at the floor in front of her feet. I wished she were lying as much as she were joking. But I knew better.

People were yelling in the living room:
So you thought a tee shirt that says Fight Like a Girl and sweat pants were appropriate?

Curiosity was killing me to find out who they were talking to and why. But it felt like I hadn't spent enough time with Grams yet today. And I wanted to stay a little while longer.

"All right," I finally muttered after a few seconds of silence. "I should go get into that suit, then, I suppose."

She smiled and nodded.

Whatever commotion had happened in the living room had all but cleared up by the time I walked through. The doorbell rang and most everyone cleared a paths the pastor walked in. I nodded as politely as I could and shot up the stairs to see if I could set a new record for how fast I could put on a suit.