Steve heard the dial tone and slowly put the receiver back on the hook. He sat at his Father's desk using the 'old fashioned' telephone that had been there for as long as he could remember. He thought about upgrading once, but kept it for nostalgic reasons. It just felt like it was a part of the house, and now it had just brought news that was going to change the existence of that same house forever.
He glanced around the room in utter shock, still reeling from the phone call. He was trying desperately to let it soak in but the bombshell that had just been dropped on him was hindering any future plans that he desperately needed to consider as his thoughts drifted back to the past. The past that had put him on this path heading to a life that he had absolutely no idea how to live in. It was so foreign to him that he felt nauseated as he sat there staring off into space, but it was here and there was nowhere to escape from it. Although many had walked away and refused to be accountable, he couldn't, he knew it, no matter how badly he wanted to hide away; he just couldn't do it.
"How could she do it?" he asked himself, "How could she just pick up and leave?" That thought barely had time to cross his mind as another one consumed him. "Why hadn't she told him? Why now? Why did she lie to him? Why didn't she come to him for help?
His conscience flared up as he recalled the way in which they parted ways. His departure didn't actually scream out for an invitation for a reunion anytime soon, or anytime at all for that matter. Even so, under the circumstances she should have told him, another life was in the mix now and her irresponsibility was just par for the course. It was one of the reasons he had parted ways with her in the first place. But he couldn't help but smile at what they had shared in the beginning, it was completely out of the ordinary of any relationship he had ever had with a woman, but Tracy was different, even now thinking back he really didn't regret what they had in the beginning, he only regretted the way in which it ended, as turbulent as the beginning.
Steve came in through the front door behind Chin and Kono carrying two six packs of Long Board beer while each of them carried a dish of prepared food and a bag of chips. They were all greeted with open arms and Steve was quickly introduced to unknown family members that were standing in the kitchen while the majority of the guests and family were outside mingling in the yard. Kono stayed to help her cousin while Steve and Chin made their way out back, dropping the beer into the ice chest and taking two fresh ones off the bottom.
It was early April and the event was a BBQ to celebrate Chin and Kono's cousin and his wife who were visiting from the mainland. Steve tagged along, never having met the cousin, but the other relatives he'd gotten to know over the years, so his presence wasn't that unusual. The North Shore was never a place that Danny felt comfortable inhabiting, so his lack of presence wasn't missed. It was a place of great ancestry and the bloodline of most who lived there could go back generations, more so than just about any of the other islands, except of course Ni'ihau, the forbidden island located off the west coast of Kauai. Only native islanders were allowed there. Chin and Kono had ties to that place as well but hadn't visited it since they were young.
If you had ties or lived on the islands for an extended period of time you were considered kama'aina. And on Oahu the North Shore was the best place to live if you were native, but if you weren't it could be intimidating by the locals. Steve never thought twice about being there, after growing up on Oahu, he might not have looked the part, but he was kama'aina to most everyone there.
They walked up to the group of Chin's male cousin's that consisted of the guest of honor and greeted them with 'bro' handshakes and taping of the beers.
The conversation quickly went to sports and U of H's current football standings and the new local high school quarterback that had been recruited by the Oregon Ducks, the number one college ranked team in the nation. Everyone had an opinion.
The afternoon turned into evening and they eventually ended up down by the water where the property ended and the Pacific began.
Steve sat in the sand drinking a beer with a full belly and a relaxed attitude. It had been a great Saturday. No stress, no calls from the office and no paperwork, just sun, good food, good drinks and even better company. He laid back bracing himself on his elbows, looking out over the water as the sun set over the horizon, turning the sky purple and pink for as far as you could see. The waves rolled over each other as if fighting to get to ashore.
The breaks weren't considered big by anyone this time of year except the tourists who came out to gawk at the infamous North Shore legendary surfing beaches. Steve felt pretty confident he could master these waves, but in the winter he wouldn't go anywhere near the water on this side of the island. It would have meant death for sure, and he respected the ones that did, admiring many of his friends, including Kono who could ride them, and rode them well.
He looked over at a group of people who joined the party. They came from down the beach instead of from the house where the party originated. Neighbors he guessed. There were five of them, four men and one woman. Their backs were to the sun and he could only make out silhouettes at first. Kono jumped up and greeted one of the men with a hug and then stood off to the side speaking with him and a couple of the others. The girl sat down in the sand sitting back on her hands. Her sun streaked blond hair was up in a loose wad on her head, being held by a thick black band that wove in and around the wad. It looked a mess, but then on the other hand it looked stylish, like she had meant for it to be in disarray. She glanced over in his direction, making eye contact with him. He smiled at her but didn't get the same reaction from her. She turned away, but not before he had a chance to evaluate her appearance. He was a quick study when it came to people. He attributed that to his job, which he was grateful for at the moment, because this was one appearance he was happy to assess.
He guessed her to be in her mid to late twenties with the most beautifully and exotic shaped eyes he'd ever seen. It was what most women would have spent thousand of dollars to achieve under the knife. She had been blessed naturally. He was too far away to get a color, but if he had to guess, he'd say blue. She wore a pair of short cut off jeans and a white bikini top. There were no visible tan lines, which informed him that she sun-bathed topless. That little piece of information only heightened his awareness of her and his curiosity. Her Hawaiian home gave her the tanned complexion that made it unnecessary for any kind of cosmetics, but he was pretty sure that even without the tan she would still be stunning. The high cheekbones and full, perfectly shaped lips rounded out the complete package that made it impossible for her to go unnoticed in a crowd. But as he watched her she seemed at ease with her beauty and didn't revel in it, but he also got the feeling by her attitude that she was guarded by it, or maybe it was just him.
She glared at him, giving him a visual memo that he had been looking for too long. She wondered what was with this ha'ole? Did he think it was ok to just stare someone down like that? She'd never seen him before with this group. He didn't look mainland, but looks were deceiving, she knew that first hand. She took a seat next to Brandon her roommate. He was large enough to block her out of viewing distance, and once there in his shadow, she felt relaxed again.
Kono came up and planted a board in the sand, peeling her shirt off, exposing a bikini top. Steve chuckled not sure if he had ever seen Kono with anything under her shirt on her days off than a bikini top. He recalled her once saying that you never know when the surf might be up, always be prepared.
"Hey Steve," she said, "Sammy has an extra board if you want to join?"
He looked over at the sun as it began to make its final departure, "No thanks, by the time you get out there it'll be dark."
Kono laughed at him as the others from down the beach approached, "No, it would be dark by the time YOU got out there."
He leaned forward playfully swiping at her leg as she jumped back, "Smart ass."
He looked around him and it was as if suddenly everyone appeared with a board in their hand and headed to the ocean like they were being called home to the mother ship. He felt a slight jolt of regret, but knew better than to follow. He wasn't experienced enough to surf with them on a night like this and would probably end up hindering them. He didn't belong out there right now. If it had been earlier he would have gone without hesitation, but they all knew going out this time of night they had a chance for one, maybe two good waves before the sun went down. He wasn't about to go out and get in anyone's way. But anytime he could surf with a group from this part of the island was like a gift and a learning experience. Tonight though he would just sit back and watch his mentors perform.
He rested his elbows on his knees, holding the last few sips of his beer in his right hand as he held the bottle by the neck. He looked over at the group that had joined, noticing that only the girl and one other guy with a broken arm remained. He wondered if that new group wasn't the reason that the surfing idea had accelerated. The guy glanced over at him and Steve pointed with his beer toward the water. "Did you break it surfing?"
He shook his head, "Nah Brah, fucking ha'ole clipped me crossing the street." He waved his arm angrily at the water, "Taking me out of the water, fucking ha'ole!" he said even more bitterly.
"Wrap it up in a plastic bag," she said.
"I tried that, but I can't get up on the board! Fucking sucks."
She rolled her eyes at him, "I've seen you surf Brandon, you're arm isn't the reason you can't get up."
Steve kind of bit his bottom lip at that response, 'Cold,' he thought, but the guy's reaction was the opposite.
Brandon rolled over on her and playfully pinned her on the ground, with his cast up against her throat. "I'll remember that next time you're flapping around like a fish out water, needing a shot of sugar."
The girl laughed out loud and Steve tried to decipher that statement but couldn't.
"Do you surf?" he asked her.
She sat up as Brandon backed off. She braced her hands in the sand behind her looking over at him, wondering if that was a question or some kind of insult. "Do you?" she snapped back.
Steve grinned, "Not very well." He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up, surprised at who he saw. "Hey Kiki, what's up man?" he instantly rose to his feet.
"Hey Brah, how's my favorite outlaw catcher?"
They shook hands and Kiki pulled him in, bumping his shoulder against Steve's in a friendly manner. His six-foot four frame seemed towering over Steve's six one and the good seventy pounds didn't help the matter either.
"I'm good," Steve replied.
Kiki pointed toward the waves, "Why aren't you out there hooking up some waves with Kono, Brah?"
Steve laughed, "She'd kick my butt if I tried to muscle in on a wave and then didn't ride it all the way to shore."
He roared with laughter, picturing feisty little Kono doing that very thing. "I don't blame you brother. She scares me too." Kiki walked over to the other two in the sand and playfully smacked Brandon in the head, "I told you to quit leaving your clothes in the washer. They stink because they've been in there for so long."
"Sorry man," he replied sheepishly, "I forgot."
"I forgot," Kiki mocked him, "quit forgetting or your clothes will end up on the porch." He knelt in the sand, kissing the girl on the forehead, "What's up sister?"
"Hi Kiki," she glanced over at Steve, "he's a cop?" she whispered uneasily.
He smiled reassuringly, "He's not here to arrest you," he looked slightly over his shoulder, making sure Steve wasn't in hearing distance, "plus he's a good guy. He's native."
She moved so she could get just small glimpse of him, "He doesn't look native," she said sarcastically.
Kiki leaned down, eye to eye with her. "Neither do you sister."
She rolled her eyes at him, smiling, "I know, I know…it's all in the attitude, right?"
He winked at her, "Not everyone is out to get you."
She huffed and laid down in the sand, closing her eyes, "Only the good looking ones." She turned her head, opening one eye, looking at Steve. "Cops aren't supposed to look that hot. It should be against the law."
"He's not really a cop so to speak," he explained, "he's Five 0."
She opened both eyes, looking up at Kiki. "That's like Hawaii's FBI. How is that not like a cop? That's cop to the extreme."
Kiki shook his head at her. "Maybe because he doesn't act like it." He looked down at her, "Behave yourself. Be nice."
"Don't tell me what to do." She closed her eyes again, shuffling her body in the sand, trying to get a comfortable position. "You're my roommate not my warden."
He loved her like a little sister but also got angry at her like an older brother. He rolled over on top of her, letting all his weight rest on her 5'8", 125 lbs. frame.
"Kiki!" she groaned, trying to push him off to no avail. "Get off!" she laughed.
Steve diverted his attention from the surfers over to them when he heard her laughing. He took the last sip of his beer and held it up. "I'm going for a beer run. Can I get anyone a refill?"
Kiki rolled off of her on his back, holding up his fingers, "Two for me Brah."
She pushed him off the rest of the way, "God, go for a run or something," she moaned. She sat up brushing off the sand from her legs and looked over in Steve's direction. She didn't know what to make of him but she did like what she saw, and she knew he did too. Men always did. She hated the way they would gawk at her. She pretty much hated all men, except for her roommates, Kiki and Brandon. They were like family to her. The only family she had known for five years or maybe ever, before that it was her real family in Colorado, but they couldn't even come close to the two of them. They had saved her life; there was no doubt about that.
She scanned his body once more before making up her mind. He was something you didn't see very often on the north shore. She wouldn't go as far as calling him classy, considering the tattoos on his arms, but he was put together well and clean cut. She bet herself she could succeed before the night was over. She felt like she was already half way there all she had to do now was seduce him the rest of the way and this could be the most fun she'd had in a long time. She hadn't played this game in a while and he was going to be her biggest challenge yet. She licked her lips in anticipation of it, standing up. "I'll go with you," she volunteered her services, brushing off the sand from her body. She started with the back of her arms and slowly made her way down over the back of her legs, bending over and letting her perfectly proportioned breasts dangle within eyesight.
Kiki caught on to her charade and leaned in whispering to her. "Don't do it."
She looked up still bent over, peering at him. "You told me to be nice. I'll be nice."
Brandon went to grab her to prevent her from going but it was too late she had already moved through the sand and was standing next to Steve.
"You could use a hand," she said, "couldn't you?" asking in a way that told him she could care less one way or another.
From a distance he could clearly see that she was beautiful, but as she stood there, looking up at him with those sultry grey eyes, he felt like he'd been punched in the chest. She wasn't just beautiful; she was extraordinarily beautiful, astonishing came to mind. He couldn't ever remember being caught off guard like this. He wanted her help; there was no doubt about that. "Thanks, that would be great."
She grinned at him, thinking to herself that he would be worth the effort, regretting for only a short moment that it would end up bad for him She stuck her hand out, "I'm Tracy."
"Steve," he replied, taking the delicate object extended out to him, "Nice to meet you Tracy."
She followed behind him and smiled over at Brandon and Kiki who just watched her with obvious disappointment in their eyes. She turned away not wanting to see it, feeling resentment for it. She was a big girl, she knew what she was doing and if this Steve guy didn't, then that was his problem, not hers.
They both watched her walk off with him.
"One day that little game she is so proud of is going to bite her in the ass," Kiki announced.
"She'll deserve it," Brandon agreed.
Kiki looked down at him, "She doesn't know any better. You can't really blame her."
Brandon sat back refusing to accept that. "Yes she does. What she did to Tua was heartless."
"Tua knew of her and should have known it wouldn't end up good. I think he just wanted to try to conquer her, which only heightened her pleasure with doing that to him."
He nodded, knowing that was true, but still not agreeing. Tua had been a friend until Tracy got her hooks in him, now he never came around, because of her. Kiki was right though; she acted as if she didn't know any better. He loved her like a little sister and would protect her like one, knowing without a doubt that she would do the same for him. He and Tracy and Kiki, they were Ohana. "What do you know of this guy?" he asked.
Kiki sighed, turning to see his reaction, "You know Kono?" He pointed toward the water.
"Yeah," he squinted his eyes, "she's that cute little bad ass wahine that works Five 0 or something. I've heard of her."
He pointed over his shoulder where Tracy and Steve had departed, "That's her boss. He's head of Five 0."
Brandon's jaw dropped open. This wasn't just some schmuck she was playing with this time. Now he was really worried about her. "What if he uses his badge for pay back? She's fucking up the wrong tree this time."
Kiki scowled at his choice of words, "He's decent." He commented on Steve's reputation, at least that's what he had known of him first hand. He'd never had a run in with him on the police side but they had worked at an annual event together for underprivileged school kids. It was an organization that Kiki had been able to take advantage of when he was a child and one that Steve's father had been apart of as well, so he continued the tradition, but more so because he loved it. He and Kiki had been paired up for three years in a row to host whatever job they were assigned for the day. "I don't think he would use his badge against her."
Brandon huffed, "I also never thought that Tua would go after her like he did." He recalled the night Kiki stepped between his friend and Tracy to prevent a beating that Tracy only encouraged.
Kiki nodded, "She's a good girl, she's just troubled is all."
"I think just plain trouble is more like it," Brandon chuckled. He looked over in the direction they walked, "Poor schmuck has no idea what he's in for."
Steve looked over his shoulder at her as they walked up to the house. "So what do you do Tracy?"
"What do you do?" she countered.
"I'm a police officer." He looked back to see if she had a reaction. She smiled but didn't seem surprised, which he liked, most people had a reaction either good or bad. He liked that she was unaffected by it, not knowing that her reaction had already come and gone before their greeting and it wasn't one he would have liked.
"Were you born here?" she asked.
"Yes. Were you?"
"No, Colorado." 'There,' she thought, 'that's about all he needs to know about me.'
They stopped in front of the cooler. Steve flipped the top open and reached in grabbing four with one hand and two in the other. Tracy held two in each hand and two pressed up against her chest, purposely letting the cold beer rest against her breasts, trusting the natural response that happened almost instantly. She was pleased with the body she was born with. Her long legs and narrow hips looked good in a bathing suit, but her breasts she considered her greatest asset when playing this game. Men couldn't help but be enamored of her breasts and the perfect nipples that could tease them mercilessly through her clothes. The white bikini top she had on did little to hide what was beneath. She made sure he saw every inch of them too. A little eye contact didn't hurt either. Getting the male libido going and still retaining that innocent charm was never an issue for her.
"How can you carry four in one hand?" she asked, pretending to struggle with the ones she had, purposely dropping one that was pressed against her chest in the sand. "Oh crap!"
Steve went to reach down and pick it up with the hand that held only two beers, when she squatted down to do the same, looking up at him. "You've got talented hands. I bet when you fire your gun you hit the target every time."
He stood up, holding the extra beer, looking down at her as she remained squatted; her knees spread apart and that one lucky beer tucked between the two most beautiful breasts he'd thought he'd ever seen in a bikini. Along with that face smiling up at him he knew he would remember this moment for obvious reasons. She was sexy as hell but he didn't know her well enough yet to be sure if her comment was said to be joking, or if she was blatantly coming on to him. At the moment he hoped for the later. He smiled at her as she stood up, "I've had lots of practice."
She liked that response and let him know it by gently brushing him as she moved on to the beach, "Do you give lessons?"
'Ok,' he thought, 'that's a blatant line,' he felt her playing with his ego. She was subtle but good at this. "Have you ever fired a gun before?"
"No, but I'm always up for new and exciting things." The tone of her voice told him that innuendo could be attached to many things not just shooting a gun.
"There's a firing range out by Koko head. I could take you out there sometime and let you shoot a few rounds."
"Koko head!" she exclaimed, shaking her head, "That's way over on the other side of the island. I was hoping maybe you could teach me tonight."
Steve chuckled at her parody of 'way over on the other side,' it was a small island. "There's nowhere to fire it over here."
She stopped and turned to him just before joining the group that had exited from the water, slowly walking backward as she spoke, the sexiness in her oozing from every pore of that goddess-like body. "If you show me your gun, believe me I'll show you a place where you can fire it." She turned and held up the beers to the group, all of which cheered her graciousness.
Steve on the other hand almost dropped the four beers in his hand. Women had come on to him before. Some blatant as like this, some shyly, but never could he remember anyone giving him such a line with so much reading into it and looking like she did. His ego was off the charts and so was his libido. He watched her walk away scanning that perfectly proportioned ass and fighting with himself on whether or not he should take her up on her offer. Just then she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at him, "Are you coming?" she asked, knowing she had set the wheels in motion, the game was already in her favor. 'Maybe,' she thought, 'he wasn't going to be as big of a challenge as she thought.' She felt she was already halfway there.
He came up behind her, handing a beer out to Kono and a couple of others and then twisted the top off of his. He also couldn't remember ever being stumped for a good come back. She had him on the run that was for damn sure. But he couldn't deny that he was attracted to both her line and just plain her. It was flattering that she was attracted to him but he also considered what she was openly offering him. She didn't even know him and yet the solicitation for sex was being thrown in his direction as if she were telling him it was there if he wanted it. He wasn't sure if he was flattered by it, or a little turned off by it too. But the more she captivated his thoughts and his attention the more he was turned on by her. There was something about her that was alluring, more so than any woman he had ever encountered. He wasn't sure if it was her beauty, her forwardness or the self-indulgence he felt of wanting to be with her, but the combination of all three was luring him in her direction.
As the night progressed, the party moved down the beach to Tracy, Kiki and Brandon's house. Chin had gone home and Kono hung with her surfing buddies. The house was an older rental home that was built in the fifties but had been remodeled over the years; the last one was over fifteen years earlier so it was dated, but they liked it that way. It was open to everyone and it wasn't unusual to wake up on the weekend with extra bodies on the couch or floor in the family room. Kiki and Brandon had a wide circle of friends and the house was available to anyone needing a place to crash.
Tracy stood upstairs, looking down in the kitchen as he talked with Kiki and James. She watched him intently, knowing his glances around the room and outside every so often were to seek her out. She smiled every time it happened. He wanted her. He was missing her. She loved this game! She loved the lure of getting them hooked and then taking what she wanted. Cutting the string was never an issue for her. She became bored once the game was over. She didn't want a relationship with a man but loved that it was her decision; they had no control over it. She always made sure of that.
She walked out first. She would never let a man get close enough to give them that power. It had to be on her terms, that was the nature of the game. She didn't care if it hurt them, they would get over it, nothing lasted forever, everyone knew that. She had watched her Mother go through it too many times to let it happen to her. She wasn't a fool like she was. The men that came and went in she and her little brother's life were so many she lost count, only the ones that left an impression are the ones she remembered, and they weren't good memories. Women could play at that game just well as a man, and she was a master. She hadn't lost once.
Steve smiled at something Kiki said and Tracy raised an eyebrow at his charisma and good looks. He amused her, even from this far away. She knew the gun remark had surprised him but it felt good seeing that reaction, hoping she hadn't gone too far with it. He wasn't like other north shore guys whose life revolved around surfing, drinking, sex and telling surfing stories. He wasn't just street smart; he was all around smart. She knew that just from his line of work. She glanced down at her watch and decided it was time. She'd kept him out on the limb just long enough to keep his wonder up but not too long where his curiosity would get bored waiting. Men would only wait for so long before their mind would find something or someone else more pleasurable to occupy their time. She had good timing for her window of opportunity and played it perfectly.
Steve leaned against the counter talking to Kiki and another guy but his real attention was on the room. He hadn't seen her in over half an hour and was wondering if she had changed her mind about him or if maybe he had said something to turn her off. He didn't even know why he cared, but as she suddenly appeared from around the corner with all eyes on him, he remembered why. She had let her hair down and changed into a brown-cropped shirt that hid little to the imagination as it clung tightly to her perfectly shaped breasts that were as natural as the rest of her. He scanned down her body admiring the long white skirt that wrapped around and tied on the side. He couldn't help but wonder if she were just as bare under the skirt as the top. She was even more beautiful than before which he found astounding.
He grinned at her as she leaned against the counter next to him. "Hi officer, I thought for a minute that you left. That was an unsettling feeling." She helped herself to the beer in his hand, taking a drink, "Do you want to grab a couple more and go get some air?"
He liked her boldness and was more than happy to take her up on her offer. "Lead the way."
He smiled at Kiki and James as she turned and went out the back screen door that was next to the kitchen. Kiki grabbed his arm as he went to follow her. "Hey." He liked Steve and wanted to warn him of her, but he loved Tracy and didn't want to betray her either. He looked at him and thought maybe he could be the one to turn things around for her. Steve would be the type of guy that could do it. He wanted that for her so much. He decided to let it take its course, only hoping it didn't turn out like Tua. He changed the concerned look on his face to a teasing one, "she's like my little sister, Brah. Behave yourself."
Steve held his hand up in defense, "I'm an officer and a gentleman."
Kiki let go of him and playfully shoved him out the door, laughing at his line. He watched him join up with Tracy and walk toward the beach. He did like him and hoped more than ever that he could turn her, but also knew the wall that she built up was so high that he'd probably give up before he could reach the top or break through it. He almost had and their relationship was strictly platonic. He couldn't imagine going through all that with her and having the other boyfriend, girlfriend shit to deal with too.
He thought then of her insulin shot and wondered if she'd taken it for the night. He worried about her in that capacity, sometimes he felt she was testing him and wouldn't take it on purpose just to see that worry on his face as he gave it to her, giving her the relief that someone cared for her that much. That broke his heart most times more than it angered him. She was willing to gamble her health and life just to be assured she was loved.
Steve sat down next to her in the sand away from the noise of the party and twisted the top off of a beer, handing it to her. "You never told me what you did for a living Tracy."
She took the beer but refused to take the question. "I know," she said, taking a drink and giving him a side-glance. "Let's just see how good of a detective you are."
He chuckled, surprised by her answer but played along. "I'm pretty good at my job. I could probably figure it out."
"Not if I don't give you any clues," she teased.
"You have to play fair."
"Who says," she braced one of her hands in the sand and shifted so she could see him, "do you always play fair?" she smiled, eyeing him like a piece of candy.
"It depends."
"On what?"
"The situation. I very seldom get into one that I don't know the outcome before hand."
She studied him closely wondering if Kiki or someone had warned him of her tactics. "That's no fun."
"In my line of work, it's smart."
"Do you play that way in your personal life too?" she caught him before he could answer, "Wait, let me guess." She narrowed her eyes, looking at him as if studying him. She tilted her head and a sexy smile slowly emerged on her face. "Yes," she said, "you play safe all the time."
"Why do you say that?" he asked, feeling that she took him for a straight-laced type of guy, which he probably was in most aspects, but didn't want to be that way right here, right now. She made him want to step out of that element more so than anyone ever had.
She shrugged, "I just assumed that all policeman did the right thing and were never," she grinned mischievously, "bad boys."
She was daring him. It was written all over that beautiful face and in the subtle, sexy tone in which she spoke to him, her body language. She had been taunting him all night, even as far as disappearing and then showing up looking even more alluring. He was thirty-five years old and followed the rules everyday, keeping his head in the game not letting anyone pull those strings that could make him turn in a direction that was unfamiliar, but her, she had a hold of something in him that was willing him to make that move and just be 'bad.' It had been so long since he'd allowed himself that undisciplined freedom. Before he could argue his point he took the initiative that was begging for attention and moved on her.
'Game on,' Tracy thought as he moved in to kiss her. She let him get just close enough and then slowly lay back in the sand, pulling him down with her eyes as he leaned over her, bracing his hands on either side of her body. "What do you think you're doing?" she whispered, reaching up and touching him for the first time.
She placed her hand on his chest and then slid it down letting it come to rest on his hip. That simple gesture solidified his actions, he was no longer thinking with his head. He wanted this. She wanted this, and at the moment he didn't give a shit about what the outcome was going to be. He leaned down close to her, seeing the look in her eyes change from flirtatious to encouraging. "I'm being a bad boy," he whispered before kissing her.
She liked the sound of that. She took it as meaning he was out of his norm, which she thrived on. She moaned softly, surprised at how much she was really enjoying the kiss. He did have talent. She anticipated the sex, looking forward to getting the bad boy to perform to where she could reel him in emotionally and thoroughly enjoy herself at the same time. Most men she had been with were average lovers; she had to take the reins when it came to pleasing herself, yet somehow she had a feeling he wasn't going to be like that. She was going to enjoy him.
Tracy closed the door to the utility room behind him as they snuck in from the side yard. She took the beer from his hand, setting it on the washer and cupped the back of his neck, kissing him in the dark, feeling his hands on her lower back and then slowly drift down over her backside as the kiss intensified. She loved the beginning; it was so new and so fresh; the highlight of the game. She broke from the kiss, pressing him up against the wall as she pushed her body into him. "I like the way you kiss," she whispered, brushing her lips over his.
He didn't respond verbally but gave her what she liked. Her skin felt like satin as his hands slid under her shirt and over her back. He moaned softly in her mouth as she guided him to her breast, feeling herself with his hand. The combination of her perfect breast in his hand and her tongue playfully dancing with his was almost more than he could stand. He didn't think the moment could get any more intense without physical sex until she broke once again from the kiss.
She knew what men wanted. She wasn't naïve by any means and knew the act that would make him putty in her hands. She usually waited before offering them this pleasure, using it to her advantage if things began to cool down, but she felt he might be more of a challenge than the others and she wanted to come into the ring swinging. She slid down his body, watching him, watching her. Most men would already have that look of anticipation, begging her to hurry and get on with it, but he was patient and stared at her with a smoldering look in his eyes that made him even more sexy than he already was. She almost felt as though his mind was elsewhere rather than on the pleasure she was just about to bestow upon him. It was a look that was unfamiliar to her, but so was his next move that left her completely baffled.
It wasn't that he didn't want it, he did. But something in him wanted it for her more and knew it was the right move at the right time. He slid down the wall enjoying the look of wonderment in her eyes that she was trying to hide. 'Oh yeah,' he thought pleased with his timing, 'this was the right move.'
She was caught off guard by his actions as he took the upper hand from her at that particular moment. No one had ever stopped her before. She wondered if maybe there was something wrong with him. 'Maybe he couldn't get it up', she thought, hoping that wasn't the case. He seemed so promising. But as he came to his knees in front of her and his arm went around her, she could feel him and knew that problem didn't exist. But she was still baffled by his intentions until he sat back and pulled her on his lap, straddling him. She thought he was going to have sex with her and she halted that. The condoms were upstairs. "You need a condom," she said, putting an arm around his neck.
He shook his head, kissing her on the lips, "Not for this." He spread his knees apart, opening up her legs. She felt his hand glide up her thigh and under her skirt. It continued around behind and he was pleased to know his assumptions about her underwear attire were correct. He lifted her just slightly and slid his hand under her until his fingers were touching her. She let out a gasp and he kissed her in the middle of it.
The arm around his neck tightened as the movement between her legs became more enjoyable. He was gentle and moved slowly making it almost impossible for her to sit still, but she had to in order for him to gain access and she wasn't about to interfere with his second talent. It was turbulent yet it felt unbelievably good. She forgot all about why he had forgone his own pleasure to please her and just let him perform.
It took everything he had to not lay her back on the floor but he was enjoying it almost as much as she was, just watching her gave him enough pleasure to sustain what he wasn't getting in return.
She braced her hand on the wall and cupped the back of his neck, laying her head back, feeling it fast approaching. The grip around her waist tightened as the movement increased to quick strokes. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and she was more than pleased by that because at the moment it felt so good she felt she might pass out when it hit her. Never had anyone touched her like that.
She let out a gasp and whimpered quietly as her body shuttered in his arms. He slowed the movement, letting it settle. He tilted his head to the side as she laid hers on his shoulder.
She felt completely sedated, not able to use her mind for anything else at the moment except to revel in what she had just experienced.
He held her in place with both arms now, giving her the time that she needed. It felt pretty good to him. He could have waited hours with her sitting there, but she pulled back away from him, slipping off his lap to her knees, her skirt falling back into place. She looked up at him as he sat up, face to face with her. Her hand making its way down his stomach, "I owe you for that," she whispered, the look of wonderment and satisfaction still in her eyes.
Steve reached down, taking her hand, "Not now."
She didn't understand and the puzzlement on her face told him that.
"In a while," he said, stroking her back, "the night's still young."
She almost felt disappointed. She didn't like this. She didn't like how it was changing. He was supposed to want her, not the other way around, but as she knelt there looking at him she couldn't help but anticipate what he had in mind for her next. This was turning out better than she had hoped. She leaned in to him, "You better prepare yourself then, because my appreciation could possibly take all night." With that she kissed him, showing him in the most seductive way possible just what she was capable of with her tongue.
Tracy stood in the kitchen looking out the window above the sink at him as he stood out back drinking a beer and talking with others. He glanced in her direction and grinned, knowing this time her every move. She didn't return the gesture but felt something stir inside of her. He was dangerous to her. That thought appeared but she quickly pushed it away, believing she still had the upper hand. She just wondered when he was going to let her play it. This waiting game was not apart of her game.
"What happened to the beach, beer and tango, change our mind about him?" Kiki leaned over top of her, getting a bowl from the cupboard.
She looked up and over her shoulder at him, "No, the night isn't over yet."
"Why don't you just let it go, or better yet, let him take you out? He's got money I'm sure. Try dating rather than dumping, you never know what you might find."
"I don't want to find anything!" she snapped. "Why get tied down to all the bullshit when it's going to end anyway."
"It doesn't always have to end," he fired back. "Jesus Tracy."
She looked at him, rolling her eyes. "I guess I'll never know, will I."
"Of course not, because you don't ever let anyone close enough to know you, or if they do happen to catch a glimpse inside that head of yours you turn on them."
"Kiki," she said turning and putting her arms around his oversized body, "you're the only man I ever want inside my head." She looked up and smiled at him.
He couldn't help but smile back. "Did you take your shot tonight?"
"Yes," she reached up kissing his cheek, "thank you for asking."
He wanted to tell her to stop what she was doing with Steve, but knew it would go in one ear and out the other.
She came out of the house, watching him as she made her way across the yard toward him. The closer she got the more he could feel her heat, even from a distance. Christ she was beautiful and holy hell did she know how to move. She brushed past him, not stopping and made her way over to another group. He loved that she was playing him but he also hated it. He knew nothing about this girl except that she had him so wired up he felt like he was standing in a puddle of his own sweat and she had just flipped the switch sending a jolt of electricity soaring through him. He wanted to touch her again like he had before. He wanted all of her. That thought alone left him feeling dazed. This liaison she had going on had to end soon because he wasn't sure he could keep himself at bay for very much longer.
'Timing,' she thought. 'It's all about timing.' She held his gaze from across the way, walking slowly over to the door they had entered earlier. She smiled an invitation to him before she disappeared inside.
He set his beer down on the table as he made his way over to where she was. His mind was reeling over the thought of getting his lips and hands on her again. It took everything he had not to run. He put his hand on the doorknob and for just a spilt second he contemplated this move, but the excitement of what was behind that door turned the handle and led him inside.
She stood in the middle of the room and any doubt he had vanished as she took a step toward him. He closed the door behind him, being drawn to her like a magnet. She didn't hesitate and wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
They made it up the back stairs from the laundry room. It took some time but they finally made the last step. He carried her around the waist most of the way, stopping every few feet as her kisses became more aggressive. If he could have been assured that no one would have invaded their space, he would have taken her right there halfway up, but knew her room and the condoms were just a few short steps away and this foreplay was blistering hot.
He was strong. She wasn't even sure she had taken any steps on her own. Her door was closed and she fumbled with the handle as he devoured her neck, making it difficult to concentrate on the task at hand, but she wanted to get him in there. She wanted him in her bed. He was without a doubt what the others had tried to be and what she had always craved from them. He played the part without having to be coached. She was going to enjoy this freedom, knowing he was going to offer her so much more this time than what she had already witnessed earlier. The anticipation of it was just as much of a turn on as his hands on her.
"The door," she panted, "wait, I can't…get it open." She moaned as he kissed her again. She put both arms around his neck and felt him lift her and carry inside the room. His talents never seemed to end. "You're good," she smiled as he reached over slamming the door shut.
"I'm highly motivated," he replied; pleased to finally have her alone. The party went on downstairs but neither one of them noticed anything except what was standing before them.
She slid her hands under his shirt, lifting it over his head. Once off she sighed in the most pleasing tone, getting a look first hand at the strength that she had been amazed by. Once again it reminded her that he wasn't like the others. He was disciplined to have the definition that was beneath her hands as she admired him. She looked up at him as her one hand traveled south and slid inside of his shorts. He also had patients and stamina, something the others never held. Compared to him they were boys, he was a man that knew his body and what it was capable of, that thought alone made her insides light up at the expectancy of what he could do with what she was holding at the moment.
He started to second-guess again what he was doing there. That question of decency came up, and if this was morally right for him to be there? He didn't even know her last name. That thought alone began to swell in his head as he looked at her, fighting with the ethical part of what they were doing and the part that was telling him they were both adults and it was just sex, and from where he stood they both wanted the same thing. Once her hand slid inside his pants and she began to stroke him, he lost his thoughts and could only focus on the woman that was standing before him. Not who she was or where she came from or where this would go in the end. He stood there in the moment and decided to drop his morals for one night and take advantage of what she was offering up. 'Who was it going to hurt anyway,' he told himself, 'when was the last time you got laid?' he didn't even bother to answer that question, it was completely rhetorical because the fight was over, it wasn't the last sexual encounter that was in question, it was the last sexual encounter that even came close to this scenario, and that was an easy answer, never. He'd been all over the world and had his share of liaisons, but never did he expect the most erotic to come from the north shore of where he'd lived most of his life. This was without a doubt the most sexually charged experience of his entire life and he wasn't about to just walk away. 'Fuck it,' he decided as his hands went under her shirt and lifted it over her head. She was like a walking dream and he wanted it, and couldn't think of one possible thing that could make him regret it. With that said he let it go and kissed her.
Tracy felt a bead of sweat run from her forehead into her hair that was already partially drenched. Her whole body was draped in a mist of sweat, some places more than others. She laid still unable to move at the moment and was pretty sure he felt the same way as he lay motionless with his hand still buried in her hair and his body draped over hers, both of them trying to catch their breath and come down from it.
He was just as sweaty if not more, having done most of the work. She was amazed at his ability to read her; it was as if they had done this a hundred times, knowing when to stay in a position and when to switch it. Not only that but the positions he would get her in that she'd never been before were like a gift. Praising each one as the best until he moved on, it was an endless procession of moves that left her begging for more until the end when he laid on top of her and surprised her by making it the most desirable of all.
She felt his hand in her hair finally move and a slow growl come from him. "God," he groaned, "am I dead?" dragging himself up on his elbow so he could look at her, "Yep," he smiled, kissing her lips that still tasted like a mixture of their sweat, "I'm dead, because you look like an angel."
She laughed, gliding her hand down his back that was wet with sweat, but she didn't care, she had most if it on her body anyway. "That line was so bad you might be dead."
He raised an eyebrow, "You didn't like it?"
"The sex yes! The line, not so much."
He grinned lying his head back down on her. "I'll work on that." His hand came out of her hair, gliding down her body and over her breast, coming to rest on her thigh.
She usually didn't lie here this long with them. She would make an excuse to get up, leaving them wanting her, but she really felt exhausted and didn't want to move, or was it comfortable? She didn't like the sound of the later one but still didn't attempt to move.
She looked at his face from the faint light coming from her bathroom, seeing that his eyes were closed. She had never had so much eye contact with a man while having sex as she did with him. In the beginning it felt too intimate but as they progressed it was a turn on. He was nice to look at and there was something about the way he looked at her that was nice too. It wasn't greedy but more as if he was making sure she was ok with whatever he was doing. She couldn't deny she liked that part. She couldn't deny that she liked all of it. Her expectations were shattered in the first few minutes, everything after that was like a gift. She was right about him knowing his own body and what he was capable of, she just reaped the benefits of it. It was going to be sad to let him go.
He still felt a little surreal lying there. He had only met her maybe five hours earlier and here he was, lying over her naked body feeling his muscles beginning to tighten from the undertaking he just put his body through. It was as if his mind were punishing it for the deed after it lost the battle to walk away. He was more than pleased with his decision to see it through. Regret this, never! On the contrary, it was almost a mixed blessing because he'd be rating it against any other sexual encounter for the rest of his life. She was amazing, but the two of them together were unbelievable. The timing, the willingness, the enthusiasm, it all collided like the perfect storm. He only hoped this wasn't the end of it. He sat up on his elbow, face to face with her. "Are you hungry?"
She looked at him peculiarly, "Is this going to be another 'line'?" she asked.
He laughed, "No. It's a simple question. Are you hungry?"
She narrowed her eyes and shrugged slightly, "I don't know, a little I guess. I'm thirsty."
"I'm both. Lets' get dressed and go over to Macky's."
She went to decline but then stopped when she heard Macky's. It was her favorite shrimp truck and she was sure he was buying, which made it even better. "Ok." She agreed.
They got there just after it closed but Tracy knew one of the cooks so they were able to muster up two plates of garlic shrimp and rice. They sat at a table furthest away from the truck as the closing clean up continued. Tracy set two beers on the table from home and sat across from him, opening up her Styrofoam container, breathing in the heavenly scent. "I love Macky's."
"Me too," he agreed but didn't wait for the smell to hit him, he grabbed a shrimp right away, biting the meat part and pulling the tail away and tossing it in the empty part of the container, taking another one. The sexual workout had left him famished. He felt like he hadn't eaten in days. "God this is good, " he said, on his third one.
Tracy dragged her first one through the melted butter in the bottom of the container before partaking of the delicacy. She caught the cream substance just before it dripped off the end, taking her first bite. She hadn't realized how hungry she actually was. "Holy shit, this was a good idea." She tossed the tail in the same spot that he had, going for another.
Steve smiled, "And you thought I was just giving you a stupid line."
She looked up from her plate sheepishly, "Angel?" she teased. "C'mon, really?"
"I said I'd work on it," he agreed, taking a swig of beer.
"What makes you think you'll have an opportunity to work on it?" she asked, insinuating there may not be a next time. She put both elbows on the table, wiping her face off with a napkin, watching for his reaction. She loved toying with them. 'Make him beg for it,' she thought.
"So this is it?" he sighed, "you're kicking me to the curb already?" he shook his head disappointed. "I thought for sure I'd last at least the night." He raised a piece of shrimp, pulling the tail off. "Oh well, I did have incredible sex with a beautiful woman and got Macky's all in one night." He popped the shrimp in his mouth and grinned, "I don't know how it could get any better than that. I think we peaked tonight anyway. It would only be downhill from now on."
Tracy couldn't help but be amused by him, not only was he incredibly good looking, but he had a sense of humor too, a combination that was rare. He was both of those things plus successful, smart and a great lover. Why wasn't he married? It suddenly dawned on her that maybe he really did have no intention of seeing her again. Maybe he was playing the same game with her. She felt out of her element. She'd never been on the other side before. Her attitude changed quickly. "If you want to go, you can go." She pointed toward the shrimp truck. "I can get a ride home from Jake."
Steve was about to pop another shrimp in his mouth when he realized she was serious. He dropped it on his plate and took the napkin, wiping his mouth and hands off. "Do you want me to leave?" he asked, looking right at her. He wasn't sure why all of a sudden she was being so cold, but then again he reminded himself, 'you don't even know her.'
She shrugged, "If you do, its your choice. I'm not going to beg you to stay."
"I don't want you to beg me to stay. I'm here because I want to be, but if you feel otherwise, then I don't want to stay." He figured he covered every angle and it was up to her to decide.
She shifted on the bench, running her hand over her blond streaked hair, trying to look and feel nonchalant about it. "I just thought," she shrugged, "I don't know, I just thought maybe you wanted to go." She dragged another poor helpless piece of shrimp through the melted butter until it was limp. Her heart was pounding not able to distinguish between him and the game anymore.
He moved the container out of the way and crossed his arms on the table, looking directly at her. "Tracy, look at me."
She did as he asked, seeing his piercing blue eyes even in the faint light. 'God he's gorgeous,' she thought.
"I don't want to leave yet."
She couldn't believe how relieved she was to hear that, maybe too relieved she scolded herself. "Ok, then don't," she replied casually, scooping up the piece of shrimp that oozed butter, tilting her head back, sticking out her tongue and letting it drip on it and her chin before she put it in her mouth and looked back at him, slowly pulling it out between her lips all cleaned off. She took the trickle on her chin and scooped it up with her index finger and licked it off, never once taking her eyes off of his. "Besides, you told me earlier that the night was still young. I think we have more work to do."
'Jesus H Christ,' he thought, envying that piece of shrimp, 'she was going to be trouble.' Good trouble he hoped, because this whole 'bad boy' philosophy was paying off. He was having more fun than he had in a long time.