Chapter Thirty Eight
Lean On Me
Thursday November 22, 2007
Mature
Spinelli yanked his bag off his shoulder and set it on the floor of the single person bathroom at Jake's bar, then he splashed water on his face.
He gripped the sink and stared at his own image in the mirror. He was red faced. His blood was pumping fast in his veins. He was hard as hell. Frustrated as fuck.
And it was all the fault of one woman and one woman alone. That diabolical Maxie Jones.
I know we'd be hot together,she had said to him a minute before, That's all I need to know.
Damn her. She was taunting him for the fun of it. And making him think of her every minute of the day now. Just because she had a sexy body she thought she could get away with stuff like this.
Maybe she really was everything Lulu said. Spinelli didn't want to believe it...because deep down he felt most people had a good heart...but Maxie might just be the exception. He wanted her out of his life and out of his head.
The bathroom door opened. Through the mirror he caught a flash of blonde hair, heard her heels on the ground, smelled her tell tale vanilla and roses laced perfume. He gulped and splashed some more water on his face. Then he hissed out "Be gone."
She teased him, as she shut the door and turned the lock, "You say that like you actually mean it. Cute."
XXXXXXXXXXX
She wanted him because she wanted to forget. She wanted him because it was a game. She wanted him because ever since she started all this she liked it. She liked that he would play this taunting game with her....that underneath he didn't hate her at all.
She wanted him because she knew she could get him. And he knew it. And that was hot to her. Powerful.
He thought she was sexy. The rest...his sputtering out denials...was all bullshit. Or some misguided loyalty to Lulu. Screw her. She didn't get to take another thing away from Maxie, or mess with how Maxie lived her life.
This was not about Lulu at all. This was no strings sex. She needed it. He would give it to her. That was that.
She was glad that Milo had said no last night. Because she wouldn't sleep with him one night and Spinelli the next. Her head was a mess and a half...she couldn't add that to it. This would be so much better than Milo though. Cause she didn't even like Milo until he held her all night- and now she just thought of him as sweet.
Spinelli was not sweet. Not to her. He was angry. She could work with that much better. So much less messy really. And Spinelli was the one she wanted for three weeks now. The one she thought about when she just couldn't think about Cooper for another minute. That was who Spinelli was to her now: her hot dirty fantasy man.
Maxie smirked as Spinelli refused to face her. Walking up behind him she slid her hands around his waist, fingering the hem of his shirt and then working her hands under it, as he tensed and made this soft groaning sound.
It was a great sound. It meant she was winning.
She blew on his neck. A strand of his hair fluttered and she watched that, mesmerized by it. He was so different than the other men she had ever been with....maybe that is what made her keep this going when she could so easily turn her attention elsewhere. She knew she could get nearly any man she wanted...but the one she loved...and since Coop was no longer an option...she needed this.
Spinelli. Their beautiful, ugly, crazy, perfect little dance. And he thought he could resist her? He never stood a chance.
"Bad Blonde One," he said through gritted teeth "I must insist you stop this madness."
"What do I do to you in your fantasies? How do I get you off?"
"Quiet your dirty mouth."
Her hands rubbed his abs, but she made sure her body didn't brush against his back...she wanted to tease him...make him wait for the feel of her against him...break his will.
"Do you want to hear what you do to me in my fantasies, Spinelli?"
She felt him stiffen up even more. Their eyes met in the mirror. Maxie said "Your hands slide off my heels first, as you lift my leg, kissing up it inch by inch... slowly...your mouth setting me on fire as you get closer and closer to where I want you...."
He sucked in a deep breath, spun around and then his hands were on her face. He breathed out "Is this what you want from me?" His lips hit hers with a force that sent them tumbling backwards against the wall.
All that pent up fire exploded like a bomb in the middle of a war zone.
Just like she knew it would. Just like she wanted so bad she could taste him on her lips before he was even there and when he was there it was better. He tasted like mint and brandy. Within a second her mouth was opening for him and his tongue was tangling with hers in a duel for dominance.
He pushed her against the wall. Every part of him was hard and pressed against her. Making her lose her breath and train of thought.
She had told them they would be hot together. Hot? She had way underestimated them. This game was gonna become addictive if he kept kissing her like this. And he better keep kissing her like this.
Cause if he stopped, she would kill him.
XXXXXXXXX
I can't go home,Lulu had said. Four little words and for the second night in a row Max was stuck with a teary blonde sleeping over.
This one was laying on his couch with a blanket over her watching some kind of chick show about hairdressers. Max had made Lulu tea, tried to talk her into going to see Carly, Jason, Spinelli, Nikolas, Luke (though he would drop her off and hit the gas if he took her to her father) and everyone and anyone else he could think of but she dismissed all those options. In her words those people were sick of her already.
He was sick of her too.
Though he did feel a little bad for her now. It was true, like Milo said, Lulu had sad eyes that made a man want to take care of her. But he didn't feel bad enough to want her to stay around his home.
Giving in to the inevitable Max went to his room and called Milo. "Hey, how's the Boss?"
"He's sitting in the dark."
"You call Jason?"
"Yeah, he got here twenty minutes ago."
"Good. Listen when he comes back out tell him you got to get off early. You got trouble at home, kid."
"What kinda trouble?"
"The kind I told you was coming your way but you refused to listen cause you know everything there is to know about everything, don't you?"
"Max, what in the world are you going on about now? Did Maxie come back over tonight? You better be nice to her if she did."
"Not Maxie, nudnik. And I was plenty nice to her. I like her. It's the other one."
"What other one? Do I have another one?"
"Don't you?"
"Max, just spit it out!"
"Lulu is waiting for you over here."
"What? Why? What happened? Is she okay? Max, answer me!"
"She's fine as far as she goes. She's all cozy on our couch. So much so that she might never leave again. Maybe I should turn down the heat. Freeze her out. What you think about that? Get home, dummy. I'm sick of playing babysitter to the woman you claim you got over. Over, my pale white ass."
Max hung up.
XXXXXXXXXXX
"Are you happy now?" Logan asked Cooper when he got wheeled back into the cubicle after getting a CT scan to check his brain for swelling.
The orderly said "The doctor will be in shortly with your results."
Logan muttered "This was a big waste of time, buddy."
"You were a medic. You know that's not true. Why do you insist on making this so hard on everyone who is trying to help you? Cut the crap, Logan. You could have died today. Died. So be glad you are alive and please shut up."
"Did you really think I died?"
"What was I supposed to think? A considerate person would call someone back and say they were okay, as soon as they could. An hour went by..."
"Coop."
"An hour when I thought you were gone."
"I didn't mean to put you through that."
"Then think! Next time think of someone else but yourself."
"Is this about her again?"
"Everything is about her! And it will be for a good long while."
"Okay. Fine. I can take that. But just tell me that one day it won't be like this. We can get past this, right?"
Cooper sighed and looked away.
Logan said "I know I screwed everything up but you're my best friend, man, and that's got to be for life."
"We'll get past this. Just stop annoying me so much, Logan."
"How will you recognize me if I'm not the guy pissing you off?"
Coop chuckled. "Cause you'll still be the one with the funny accent."
"Hey now!" Logan laughed.
The curtain to the cubicle slid back. And there stood Scott Baldwin. Logan glared at him with so much anger that his look should have burned Scott to death where he stood.
(Father of mine,
tell me where did you go?
Yeah, you had the world
inside your head
but you didn't seem to know.
Father of mine,
tell what do you see?
When you look back on your
wasted life
and you don't see me.....) (Everclear)