This is just a quick and dirty(or not so dirty) that I wrote as my first ever contribution for a fund raiser. Its 'Young Rock Stars" pov from the beginning of "Up Against The Wall". I hope you like it. The usual disclaimers hold, this aint nobody but who ya'll think about in your pervy minds and any resemblance otherwise is just pure happenstance and my own perversity at resemblance to Meyers work except a pretty common name.
She scares the shit out of me. Hand to God, I know the woman can hand me my balls on a plate and probably kill me in like, 20 different ways with a pencil, and that both terrifies me and makes me so fucking hard I cant even walk. I don't know what happened in her life to make her like that, but I kinda intend to find out, unless of course she kills me in the process. Man! I have never been this beat up after a night of passion before! My damn leg still hurts like hell, and its going to be hard as hell to hide the bruise on my thigh around the guys, but I guess I will just have to wear my britches around em more than usual for awhile. The scratches and other shit they expect to see, hell we all get a little scuffed up every now and then with a wild one, but I look like I lost 10 rounds with a rabid grizzly. I enjoyed every damn minute of it. There is something to be said for them older women, they know things…wild and different things and they often don't mind using them and not having to worry about getting them knocked up? Fucking A! That's the best! No kids to worry about, they are often fixed and clean so its just smooth sailing all the way to happy land.
She wore my ass out. I was already running on empty from being on the road but then hitting it in the car and then just the stress of everything that went on, hell! I couldn't help passing out on her. I was shocked she tucked my ass into bed and took care of me. I kinda expected to wake up in a cell cuddled up next to some Bubba at the county lock up, and honestly, we all know I am too damn pretty for that kinda shit to end well in my favor. Oh, and that whole, "Partner" thing…whoa! She really freaked me the hell out, so yeah, I did have to do some looking into things and I have to say, there are some people with waay to damn much time on their hands! I aint gonna confirm or deny nothin, but some of the observations that folks made…make a person think that hell, even if it wasn't true, maybe it should be, because hell, that was some seriously hot stuff I read and saw.
I would really like to get to know Bella better. Damn! I don't know if its because she's just so damn different from what I am used to, or maybe its because I secretly like getting the crap kicked out of me and living on the edge, but she's interesting and different and the fact she actually doesn't want a damn thing, (including me), is something that really intrigues me. I've called her a couple times now and left her messages and texted her, but she doesn't return my calls. I don't know what the deal is. I thought I gave her a good time. I thought I did a good job. If I don't hear from her by the end of the week I am going to go back over to her house and just hope like hell she doesn't beat the hell out of me before I can say something.
Holy Hell! She's on the news! Bella is on the God dammed SWAT team? Oh My God I am so fucking hard it's a good thing I just have a towel on. What an image to find on my TV after I get out of the shower! She's soaking wet, standing there holding a sniper rifle, talking to some news schlep about how they were able to end the standoff with some dumbass peacefully, she looks absolutely perfect. My dick is at full salute and I know I just have to go over and find out why in the hell she has not been answering my phone calls or texts, though that rifle has me just a little worried. Clothes on, wallet in pocket and my ass is out the door and down the road to either get some answers and another tangle with a woman that makes me feel like I am alive or an ass kicking of epic proportions, either way, im good with it.
I still had her address stored in my GPS, so it was easy to find my way back to the quiet little neighborhood she lived in. I was really surprised to find that someone like her lived in such a small, out of the way apartment complex, but I figured that maybe she had her reasons. Her car wasn't in her driveway, so I decided to park in an empty spot and just wait for her to get home. I figured I would just take a nap and wait on her, (couldn't hurt to have my rest if things went well or I needed to run like hell),I needed to work on some song lyrics anyway and nothing like a little peace and quiet to help the ole thought process.
Dammit! I must have fallen asleep! I didn't even see her damn car pull in, and now I have to walk up to the door at o dark thirty once again? Fuck it! I am not going to risk getting whacked with that damn stick again, I am gonna march right up there and ring the damn bell, and if she decides to smack on me then, well…I guess I will just have to hope she doesn't whack me in the junk or the face, because well, the junk would ruin my good mood and put an end to my happy thoughts, and if she hits me in the face I will catch hell at work.
I did not expect her to answer the door in her underwear,(well, honestly after the whole naked thing last time I maybe did), but the gun? Yeah, the gun I did not expect, and honestly the semi that I had going on deflated just a little until I realized she wasn't mad at me, and then, well, HELLO!
Wow… that was insane. I was planning on starting the day off the same way, but waking up to her angry voice and the voice of another man in her living room kinda freaked me out. I may not be the biggest s.o.b on the planet, but I figured if nothing else I could hold her holster or something while she beat the guys ass. Hauling ass down the hallway I didn't even take time to think about the fact I was naked, but what the hell? The guy that had my wallet made me feel more naked than I had felt in a long time, and if he hadnt tossed me my britches pretty quick I might have scooted back down the hall to find a towel or something so I didn't get eye molested anymore than I already had. The other guy though…that was weird with a capital 'W" . The dude could be my twin brother and the fact that we grew up in the same part of Texas and had more in common that just looks? yeah…me and daddy were gonna be having a talk when I got back home about the possibility of strays roaming around. I wasn't expecting to go and hang out with them and I really did enjoy it, especially getting to know more about her from her friends. Damn, she is gonna be a handful and I hope she lets me hang around long enough to show her that I am more than just a couple night stand.