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“That’s good.” She walked up the driveway beside me. “I didn’t know you smoke. You didn’t smell or taste like cigarettes before.”
“I don’t smoke on the regular. I just felt like having one.” If I was courteous I would offer to brush my teeth or shower, but something about that annoyed me. I don’t like being judged, so I didn’t offer anything.
Sophie didn’t look like she cared one way or the other though. She just looked curious, like she was trying to figure me out. Little did she know there was no figuring me out. I unlocked the front door and pushed it open. “After you.”
There was a light on in the living room. I always left one on now after too many nights stumbling in drunk and nearly killing myself on a piece of furniture in the dark. I may not have my shit entirely together, but my house isn’t dirty. I don’t like clutter and I know how to clean. So while it wasn’t exactly from a page of a magazine, it wasn’t a pigsty either and I didn’t hesitate to take Sophie by the hand and lead her into the living room. “Sit down. Do you want a drink? I have whiskey or beer or water. Maybe soda.”
Sometimes I thought Sophie needed glasses. She blinked a lot and it seemed like she would be relieved if she actually had frames to push up on her nose, but she didn’t. “I’ll take a beer.” She sank down onto my couch, which was a very nondescript beige overstuffed monstrosity. She practically disappeared in the cushions.
“Sure.”
I went into the galley kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The shelves were pretty sparse but there was a six-pack of light beer, which I knew Sophie liked. I snagged one and twisted off the top. Then I drew the whiskey across the countertop to me. I debated on a glass, decided it was classier since I had company. I got a tumbler down and put two fingers in.
I carried both of them to the living room and handed the beer to Sophie.
“Thanks,” she said. She took a small sip. She had taken her shoes off and pulled her feet, covered in pink socks, under her legs.
Her panties were showing. That black dress was stretched taut across her thighs, and with her ankles crossed it created a perfect tunnel to her inner thighs. She was wearing black lace panties and I wanted to bend over and dive under that dress and taste her sweetness. My mouth went dry and I sat on the coffee table in front of her, sipping my whiskey.
“I can see up your dress,” I said. “Which might be an accident and it might embarrass you but I figure you should know. Or it might be on purpose, in which case, thank you. It’s an excellent view.”
Her cheeks turned pink. “It wasn’t on purpose. I didn’t realize you’d be able to see up my dress.”
Yet, she didn’t make a move to cover herself up. Damn. This girl. My cock grew hard. “But now you want me to look?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
Fuck. She was going to kill me. I wondered how many guys had seen this view. If any. Maybe I was the first. I didn’t deserve this kind of privilege but I sure as hell wasn’t going to turn it down. I studied her, head to toe, but spending a little extra time taking in what was under her dress. She didn’t flinch.
I reached behind my head and pulled my T-shirt off. “It’s hot in here.” The house was too old and too Maine to have air-conditioning. I had a window unit in my bedroom but the living room was just left to swelter if it got hot outside. I wasn’t sure how warm the air really was or if it was just me, watching Sophie.
She seemed to think my words and action were meant to be returned by her. She peeled her socks off and carefully folded them and set them on the table next to me. If I had to see her remove an article of clothing those little socks were the ones I cared the least about. But it amused me. Sophie amused me on the regular. It was a strange break in my usual life. I wondered if she knew what she was offering me, besides her virginity.
Her body was an offer I couldn’t refuse but she was giving me even more than that. A night that would shatter my boredom, my pattern of drinking, to oblivion. She was going to be a much-needed distraction from my hatred, my self-destruction, my persistent defiance, and stubborn determination to be miserable.
Sophie took another sip of her beer and stared at me, waiting.
It was clear she wanted me to take the lead and I welcomed that. I wanted to take her innocence, coax it to something new. That awakening she had mentioned. I wanted her aware of me, sure, but mostly I wanted her aware of herself. Of her own body.
“Come here.” I crooked my finger at her.
“What do you mean?” she asked, and she looked vulnerable in a way that touched my bitter and black heart. She licked her lips, uncertain. Her feet fell to the floor.
“Climb on my lap, facing me,” I instructed. “One knee on either side of me. I want to kiss you.”
Her mouth opened and I knew she was about to ask some insane question about physics or my motivation. I shook my head. “Shh. Don’t worry. Tell me if you don’t like something. And tell me if you do like something. Otherwise don’t think, Sophie. Just feel.” I held my hand out to her.
She took my hand and let me pull her off the couch. But she said, “I don’t know how to do that.”
“I’m here to help.” I did exactly nothing of value on a daily basis. Sure, I did my job correctly and efficiently, but I couldn’t claim to be a person who was walking around paying it forward. I was a sour-faced dick most of the time and everyone knew it. I knew it. But if I was going to be selfish and enjoy Sophie’s naked company, the least I could do was make this right for her.
My little protégé could go forth and fuck after I was done with her. Such a nice guy. The thought made me smile as she climbed onto my lap, her dress rolling up her thighs so that her warm flesh pressed against the denim of my jeans.
Holding her by the back of her hips I bent over and sucked the swell of her breast in between my lips. Soft, luscious tits.
Yeah. Such a nice fucking guy.
Perching on Cain’s lap was precarious but I didn’t care because he felt amazing. I had my hands placed on his hard shoulders and my thighs spread. He was doing things with his mouth to my chest and I wished I had a T-shirt on so I could yank it off like he had. I wanted to be naked.
