Fuck.
“We should probably get going,” I suggest calmly, avoiding Missy’s not so subtle hint completely.
“No more crème for you?” She says it in a baby voice, which is actually one of the creepiest things I’ve ever heard in my life.
“Ha... Aha. No, thanks. Gotta watch my figure.” I don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying anymore, I just need to get the hell out of this damn restaurant.
The problem, of course, being that when we actually do make it out of this restaurant, we next have to enter my car. The Vette is sleek and shiny but dear Jesus it doesn’t offer much by way of personal space.
Once in the car, it takes maybe a solid two seconds before Missy attacks me – and not just with her face. Her hands go straight for my pants – she’s a damn pro. I barely understand what was going on before she has my zipper down and her hand on my dick – for real this time.
“Whoa, hey. Slow down there. We’re in a parking lot.” I scan the immediate area surrounding us. An old couple, a family with three kids... is Missy out of her damn mind?
I try to gently pull her off of me and her head whips up like the fucking exorcist.
“Being in public is what makes it fun, silly. Besides, you don’t have to do anything. Just sit there like a good boy while I make your night even better...” Her boobs have actually fallen out of the top of her dress at this point and they are pushed up against my cock and okay... I am a guy. A single guy. Jessie is with Brandt doing the same for all I know, and what blue-blooded man ever turned down a freely offered blowjob from a hot chick with tits the size of basketballs cradling his dick?
She sticks out her pink tongue and gives a slow lick from the base all the way to the tip, adding a little swirl for extra torture. I’m instantly hard as fuck, and the swirl maneuver causes me to freeze solid for a second.
Yes, accepting a blowjob from a girl that I have no intention of dating would be a shitty thing to do, but it’s pretty hard to think straight when you get this turned on. I feel like my brain is starting to shut down and can now only perceive the impending pleasure. I almost forget where I even am.
But Missy understands all of that. This had been her aim. She’s some venomous snake that has bitten me just once, rendering me frozen prey while she exacts her own plan for me. And my cock.
I shake my head and pull her up – not giving her a choice this time and when she’s fully back in the passenger’s seat, I zip up in record speed. I am scared to even look at her. I know she has to be massively offended, and I don’t know how to tell her that I’m in love with Jessie. I don’t even know how to tell Jessie that I’m in love with Jessie.
Did I just admit to myself that I’m in love with Jessie Timms?
“If you’re so in love with Jess, why did you just sit there while she went off with another guy? Seems like a dumbass move to me.” Missy is shoving her tits back into her dress when I look up at her in shock.
Did she just fucking read my mind? I didn’t even know I was in love with Jessie until about two seconds ago. Or at least, I’ve never really let myself go there mentally... Not that far.
“What?” Is about all I can cough out in the given moment.
“Oh my God, Payden. You heard me. You’re in love with Jessie. Christ, you might as well have a neon sign hanging over your goddamn head.” Missy studies me with resentful, dark eyes.
“I never said... We’re just friends. We’ve been friends since –”
“You were three. I know. I’ve heard the same bullshit excuse from her about a million times. You guys are the two most annoying motherfuckers I’ve ever known.” She slouches against the arm rest and leans her forehead on the window.
I start the engine, wanting nothing more than to get Missy back to her pals and then go hide in the horse barn for a few hours. Maybe a few days.
I don’t know what to say, which isn’t an unusual problem for me. I’ve always been the quiet brother – the shy Hardick. I’m a man of few words, and when I do talk I usually say the wrong thing.
I wasn’t born with Penn’s sweetness, or Preston’s suavity. Even Pierce is a smooth operator when he comes out of hiding. I’ve always felt like the brother who didn’t get the good social skills gene. Those genes had skipped me completely.
So I just drive.
It’s Missy who breaks the silence a few minutes later. “Okay. Seriously. Why did you let her leave with Brandt? He’s nuts about her. He’s totally gonna try to hook up. God, I think he wants to like actually, long-term date her. And you just sat there while she walked off. Pathetic.” Missy pulls a cigarette from her clutch, lights it, and rolls the window down, puffing away.
She didn’t even asked if it was okay to smoke in my car, but she’s completely terrifying, so for this one drive... I’ll just let it slide.
“I don’t own her, Missy. If she wants to... She’s a big girl. I don’t even know how she feels about...” I’m not finishing my sentences. My mind is racing too fast for that.
“Oh my God! Are you kidding me? You don’t know she’s in love with you? You two aren’t pathetic, you’re fucking idiots! Worse than pathetic! You realize she’s waiting around thinking the exact same thing, right?” It almost seems like Missy is giving me friendly advice. Just minus the friendly part.
“I did not realize that, actually,” I reply quietly, sinking back down into my shell where I belong. All quiet. No crazy.
“She’s been bored, though. I’d say she studies the male species just about as many hours as she studies her classwork. Doesn’t like to be alone, that one. Gets antsy. Has to bring home something.” The comments are painful, but I’m almost positive that Missy intends for them to be.
I’m not dumb. I know Jessie has gone on dates and whatever else, but I also know Jessie. She’d much rather be alone than bring a different dude home every single night for meaningless sex.
Missy is using the great powers of embellishment and exaggeration to shade her “friend”, and to her credit, if I hadn’t known Jessie since the diaper days, I probably would buy every word she’s saying. But time tells a story that lies can’t change.
“I’m sorry, Missy, if I led you on at the restaurant. It was fun. You’re great. And you’re beautiful. You really don’t... you don’t have to try so hard, ya know? You probably don’t have to try at all.” I mean the words, although I know they won’t magically make her happy again.
“Then why am I single, Payden?” She spits the question at me.
I hesitate. Jessie’s driveway is in view and this is dangerous territory to walk into with any woman, even if just in theory.
Why is Missy single? Hell if I know, maybe she always comes on this hard. Maybe she doesn’t realize that ultimately it can be a turn off, no matter how hot she is or how big her boobs are.
“I mean... I don’t know. It’s not necessarily a bad thing. I’m single,” I point out, hoping I am somewhere in the ballpark of comforting.
Missy shakes her head. “You’re only single because you’re a moron.”
I definitely don’t have a response for that one... I’m probably not the Casanova of the world or even my family, but geez. Harsh.