Dallas
As I drove down the interstate, the nerves I hadn't felt in almost two years were creeping their way into my thoughts. My fiancée sat in the seat beside me, sleeping with her hand resting on her small baby bump.
About a year after the dust had settled in Tulsa after the murder case, I was arrested and sentenced to a year in jail with no chance of early parole. After that year was up Darry offered me a job with the construction company he built, but I found out that it wasn't for me. I handed in my resignation and took off a week later.
I had driven for what felt like weeks before stopping in NYC. I spent two weeks blowing through my savings by staying in a hotel and going out to bars. Quick enough I realized that hustling money through games of billiards wasn't enough to last in a city like this. I started looking for places to bartend, I mean what fit me better than serving (and having access to free alcohol) drunk girls that were willing to put out? Well, the only place hiring was a well known cop bar, the Five-O.
At first I thought it to be- ah shit whats the word- I guess coincidental that a criminal like me would apply to a bar that was pretty much only filled with cops. Just for the hell of it I applied and actually got the job, and I started working the crazy hours that were demanded.
Then one night, a plain clothed brunette came in that stopped me in my tracks. It was weird, seeing her and feeling like I already knew her. She and her friend sat at the bar, not in my section. I recognized her friend, he was in here every night practically. He was a homicide detective, his name was Aaron.
"Hey Adam, two beers." The other bartender nodded and the two of them left to go to the floor. That was the last time I saw her for two months. It was horrible, I hated the fact that I snapped my head over every time the door opened, hoping it was this girl I'd only ever seen once. For almost two months I didn't see her, and then out of no where she started coming in almost every night. She never had more than two beers, but I think everyone knew she had changed. One night when it was almost three in the morning and we were almost done cleaning she was still sitting in one of the booths quietly. It was my night to lock up, the other bartender had gone home around two.
"You good?" I asked, sitting across from her with a big plate of french fries. She seemed shocked that someone was here, I could tell she was thinking hard.
"Yeah… Fine."
"No you ain't. You didn't show here for almost two months and now we can count on you showing."
"I just… I got dumped. At the aisle."
"Well shit." I mumbled, opening myself a beer.
We sat in silence before I asked if she wanted to talk about it. That night we ended up talking until almost six in the morning, and I finally found out her name- Elizabeth.
Then she asked me if I wanted to join her on her "vacation" and I wanted to say no (I hate flying) but there was a private beach and cabin, and who am I to turn down a free romp? There was a period after those weeks that Beth and I had been in good terms, we had been texting and hanging out but we never tried to move past anything. She didn't like that my idea of a "career" was a bar tender and I hated the idea of the commitment she wanted. We had many explosive fights in that period and after the last bad fight she started ignoring me. I knew that at this point, I'd either have to suck it up and find a better career and tag along with the commitment or find another fling.
It was silent for our ride, she'd been sleeping most of the way and I had the music on quietly not to wake her. Every so often she'd wake up and request a pee break, half the time before I could find a gas station she would be asleep again. She was on light duties at work, hardly in the field. I knew she hated not being in the field as much, being a cop meant everything to her.
This was going to be my first time back in Tulsa in almost ten years. I'd tried my best to keep in touch with most of the boys but the only one I really kept in touch with was Johnny. He lived in Bar Harbor, Maine, which was roughly an eight hour drive from NYC.
I could tell that it may be awkward, the only one that knows about Beth besides Johnny is Darry, and that's because he called me when I was freaking out that she was pregnant. There was a secret that no one knew about Beth and I, and that was that we were moving back to Tulsa. As good as New York has been to me, there's been something missing ever since I left Tulsa. Beth's Mom and Step Dad live in Guymon, and they'd really been worried about her living in New York and being a cop. Her Dad lived in New York but only stayed in contact with her for a month.
"Dallas?" Beth asked quietly, waking up slowly, "Pee break?" I nodded and reached over to rest my hand on her leg,
"Give me three minutes to make it to the exit." She nodded and slowly wiped her eyes to wake up,
"Where are we?"
"Just passing through Effingham now babe." She nodded and straightened up in her seat, looking around. One of the things that I loved about her was the fact that she was independent when she wanted to be, but there was still a part of her that depended on me. I could never stand being with a girl that constantly depended on me, every second of the day. Johnny's wife, Elena, depended on Johnny for everything. It works for them, Johnny loves that she's dependant on him. Johnny was a paramedic and Elena was a school teacher. She taught English in the local high school. Together they had two kids, two girls that had Johnny wrapped around their finger.
"Do you think things are going to be different between you and the guys?" She asked, resting her hand on top of mine,
"Probably. I haven't spoken to most of them in ten years… I'm not even sure what half of them do for a living."
"I think that they're going to really appreciate you coming home after all these years."
I sighed and pulled off at an enroute gas station so she could pee. I waited in the car as she got out and went in to use the washroom.
The phone rang through the car and I pressed the button on the steering wheel to connect to bluetooth.
"Hello?"
"Hey Dallas," Darry said, "Where abouts are you?"
"A gas station in Effingham. I think we're going to pull off soon and find a motel."
"Okay man, so should we expect you some time tomorrow?"
"Yeah, I'm going to try and leave the motel by five am so we can make it to Tulsa by one."
"Okay man, well don't over do Beth okay?"
"Yeah yeah. I'll keep you posted."
"Thanks man, I can't wait to see you tomorrow."
"Yeah same. Look she's on her way out, so hopefully we'll be there around one tomorrow."
"Yep, see you later." He hung up, and Beth got back in the car,
"Who was that?" She asked, getting back into her seat.
"Darry, he was asking how far out we were still. I told him we're going to stop and find a hotel for the night."
"Are you sure? I can drive some, I've slept for the last couple hours."
"I'm sure. You need more rest, you've been working non stop and the baby is growing." I used the GPS on my truck to track down the nearest hotel, just a few miles past the gas station, right on the highway.
We pulled up and I went in to get a room, and immediately I knew I wasn't going to have a good ease with this place. The reception area looked like it hadn't been cleaned in twenty years and there wasn't a very pleasant smell that I knew would bother Beth.
"Any other hotels around?"
"Not for another fifty miles or so," The woman said, chomping on her gum, "How many nights you want hun?"
"One." I said, getting out my wallet and handing her the cash. She handed me a key (not even a key card) and told me to park around back. I went back out and saw Beth looking around and I knew that her senses were in over drive.
"I don't like this place."
"Me neither but it's the best we got for the night." We drove around back and I was glad that we brought my truck and not her SUV. With the new baby coming we decided to trade in her old beat up car and get a safer vehicle for when the baby comes. As it stood now, we had two new vehicles, I had just bought a new pick up thanks to all the over time I'd been working. I grabbed our small bags and her pillows before heading up the fire escape to our room. When I opened the door it smelled mouldy and looked like it hadn't been renovated since the seventies. Beth sat on the bed and looked around. There was one bed, a television, a small bathroom and a bar fridge along with microwave. Hardly enough to sustain us for more than one night.
"You wanna order a pizza or something?" I asked, putting our bags on the desk under the television. She nodded, adjusting her pillows on the bed. I didn't need any pillows- half the time I used her as my pillow.
She called and ordered for a large pizza, before turning on the television. I went to the shower and started it, undressing before getting in. When I got out pizza was here and Beth was already eating, engrossed in some reality crime show. I smirked and rolled my eyes, taking my towel off and laying on the bed beside her,
"You're not going to put boxers on? What if someone tries to break in and you're naked?"
I chuckled, "Hopefully they turn and run." She sighed and finished eating before she changed out of her pants and panties, leaving herself in my sweatshirt. She moved down to rest her head on my chest, draping her arm around me. I rested my arm on top of her, but this was as close as we came to cuddling. She reached for the remote and changed the channel that was showing a movie.
There were things about me she knew would never (or most likely never change) and cuddling was definitely one of them. My feelings on a huge wedding weren't going to change either. Her family was huge, my only family was the guys. I know it's been hard for her to accept the fact that I will never want a big fancy wedding.
I'll make a compromise, don't get me wrong. Maybe fifty people tops, she can buy her wedding dress and all of that crap, but I'm not putting on a show for four hundred people. I'm keeping the wedding real and affordable. Its like I told her, nice house and a cheap wedding or a nice wedding and a shit house. I'd rather have a nice house, using our money from our place in NYC and our own money.
The movie we were watching- some stupid television flick- had started to get sexy, and I looked down at Beth to see that she was watching this all take place intently. I knew she could feel my dick hardening against her side, part of me wondered if she was even in the mood. Then she reached down and gripped me, slowly and lazily moving her hand.
Jesus she knew the right pressure to apply and just the speed to go to drive me crazy. Except two could play this game, she knew that for sure. I slowly started rubbing my hand across her back side, between her legs before up and down the inside of her thighs. I heard her give a soft moan- one thing about her being pregnant (besides her always being horny) was that she was so incredibly sensitive.
I reached my other hand down to start palming her breast, I was still proud of myself and the fact that I convinced her not to wear a bra on the car ride. She bit her lip and I leaned down to kiss her, moving so that I was hovering above her as we made out, our tongues tangling and our hands grabbing at each other. She wrapped her arms around my neck, laying her head back and I kissed her neck, sucking on it. She moaned, gripping my hair tightly as I marked my territory.
"Dallas.." She said softly, leaning up to softly kiss my ear, "Make me your toy all night long… Please."
"You're my bitch, god you're so fucking naughty," I said, reaching down to slap her ass. I felt her jump- causing her to rub against my dick.
She moaned and leaned to kiss me before I pulled away, I knew we needed this quick-
"Get on your hands and knees and let me teach you a lesson." I growled and she nodded, going into position. I kissed her back, before slapping her ass and pushing in. She moaned and lowered herself so she was resting on her elbows and she started moaning loudly, in time with every thrust. Each thrust was quick and hard, the way I liked it and the way she needed it tonight.
She started moaning loudly with every thrust, I reached around her back and gripped her boob, taking her nipple between my thumb and index before pinching, twisting, and pulling. I knew this drove her crazy.
"Touch yourself," I commanded, grinning when I watched her adjust and reach under herself. God she was so fucking hot. She moaned louder and I used my other hand to grip her hair as I started thrusting quicker. All I could hear were her moans and the sounds of my balls slapping against her with every thrust.
When her moans grew in pitch and her hand started moving faster I knew she was close, so I pulled her up so her back was resting against my chest and I replaced her hand with my own, rubbing faster. She let out a yelp, this I'm sure was loud enough to confirm to our neighbours that we were fucking- at the same time I'm surprised she had been quiet for this long.
I used my free hand to fondle her breast, before whispering dirty words into her ear, kissing it like I knew she liked. Soon she went over the edge and collapsed on the bed, panting hard. I laid beside her, wrapping my arm around her as she moved to rest her head on my chest again.
After a while I felt her breathing slow down and I looked down to see her sleeping against me, and I reached for the remote and turned the television off, knowing that we'd make the rest of our journey tomorrow.