Jules: On the Right Track
Sam heard a whiny noise that was getting louder and closer; that ended outside her house. She and Billie went to the window and looked out. Sam screamed and ran to the door. “It’s Jules, Billie.”
Jules was Sam’s younger sister; the oldest of the twins. Sam ran out to greet her. “Oh my God. Jules. Look at you. You’re freaking all grown up.”
Jules gave Sam a look that said, ‘No kidding.’, but said, “Do you realize how long it’s been?”
Sam looked at her then laughed. “No I didn’t until now. It’s been almost four years.”
“You and Billie have been together for three.” She looked beyond Sam. “So where is this infamous Billie that settled my sister down?”
Sam put her arm through Jules and took her into the house and introduced her to Billie.
Jules was about four inches shorter than Sam and bent her head back to look up at Billie. “A tall one, aren’t you?”
“And you’re a little one, aren’t you?” Billie countered.
Jules laughed. “I like her. Che adatti l’un l’altro.”
“I told her long ago that we suited each other. She was just stuck on friendship.” Billie told Jules as she winked at Sam.
She gave Sam’s hand a small squeeze as she went to the door. “I’m heading to the store. You want anything?”
“Do you have the list?” Sam walked to her and gave her a quick kiss, mindful that Jules was probably openly gawking at the exchange and not wanting to embarrass either her or Billie.
“Yes, Dear. I’ll be back soon.” She put her hand on Sam’s cheek. “I’ll be out a while, maybe bring something special home for supper. If you want, have her stay here. It’s not like we don’t have enough room. Have fun. See you in a couple of hours.”
“But you don’t….” Before she could finish her statement, Billie was in the car.
“So that’s the infamous Billie. I like her. She speaks Italian, too. Impressive, Sis. I didn’t know you had such good taste.”
She gave Sam a wicked grin. “I never thought you would be the switch hitter either, but….it works for you and that’s all that matters.”
Sam laughed. “I’m glad you approve.”
“Give. What brought you back to the states?”
“A couple of things. One of them is I didn’t want to be around when Jan talks to Mom and Dad. Even though the talk could be quite interesting, I thought maybe we should have some distance.” Jules was chuckling.
“What’s up? Something wrong?” Sam looked serious.
“Not to worry, big sister. All is really good, just not what Mom and Dad are expecting. Especially from Jan.”
“Is she pregnant?”
“Hell, NO!!!! She’s thinking of going into the Priesthood.”
Sam sputtered, spitting her tea across the table. “A priest? Not even a nun, but a priest?” Sam’s face was contorted.
“I hope Mom and Dad take it that well.” Jules was laughing as she wiped the tea from her shirt.
Sam whistled, crossed her arms, and looked at Jules. “That’s part of the reason, and I’d say a damned good one, but what’s the rest?”
“It’s sitting out front.” She nodded toward the door.
“Yep. I’ve decided to join the racing circle. I’m pretty damned good at it. I’ve won a couple of races in Italy, and around Europe. I wanted to go worldwide.” She shrugged again and stared at Sam. “You want to try talking me out of it like Mom? It won’t work.”
“Hell no. I want to watch you race.” She jumped up and hugged Jules. “Mom and Dad can’t say their kids are run of the mill or all the same.”
“You got that one right sister.”
Jules got up and pulled a key from her pocket. “I brought you a present.” She walked out the door, letting it open. Sam followed; watching her unlock the seat and raise it, then pull out a package. She came back to the house.
“For you. Uncle Mike sent it to you. Aunt Mary sends her love, too.”
Sam ripped open the package and instantly felt tears come to her eyes. Inside the wrapped box, was a small picture album. There were pictures of her and the girls, Nonna and the whole family.”
“Uncle Mike said you would like to have it.” She took the book from Sam and pulled a small envelope from the back, handing it back to Sam.
Inside the envelope was a small locket with Sam’s picture and Billie’s. “But how? When?”
Jules shrugged and smiled. “Apparently Nonna knew a long time ago what it took you two a long time to figure out.”
Sam handed the locket to Jules and turned for her to hook it. Her fingers went to the locket, bringing it up to her lips to kiss. “I love you Nonna. Thank you.” She whispered.
Billie got home a couple of hours later. Sam and Jules had already downed a bottle of wine and were sitting at the table laughing over something, with tears in their eyes.
Sam jumped up. “Hello, my love.”
Billie looked taken aback. She leaned back and stared at Sam. “You’ve been drinking.”
“Quite astute. This one.” She whispered theatrically to Jules.
“How about some Chinese from Benny’s.”
“Not really in the mood.”
“Good. I brought some salads from the steakhouse and a couple of streaks with parmesan sauce. I’ve also got some of those mini desserts. A couple of each…” Sam gave Billie a big kiss.
“I love you. You think of everything.”
She heavily sat down and looked at Jules. “Now that’s what we all need.”
“A woman to look after me?” Jules started to laugh.
“No. Someone who loves you.”
“My bike is enough for now. I haven’t yet met a man or anyone else who could give me what I want.”
“And what’s that?” Billie sat down next to her.
“Someone who can challenge me. Someone who can sit and talk to me like a person. Someone who can love me unconditionally.”
Sam reached over and was running her finger up and down Billie’s hand. “Man or woman. It doesn’t matter Jules. We’re all looking for the same thing.”
“Food woman. Feed me.” Sam held her mouth up for Billie to kiss her. “I’m starved.”
Jules brought in the few clothes she had with her. “Figured I’d do some shopping tomorrow.”
“Really did leave quickly.”
They were all stuffed from all the food. Jules patted her stomach. “I’ll get fat if I stay here long.” She patted Billie’s knee. “Thanks lady. That was amazing. I owe you one.”
“Want to do something?” Sam spoke up.
“Sorry, Babe. I’m exhausted. I’ve got an early day tomorrow. I’m not so lucky to be able to go to work only when I want to.”
“You could. You do know your wife is rich, right?” Jules spoke up.
“I’m not living off my wife.” Billie said gruffly.
“I was just kidding.”
“Sorry. I get testy when I’m tired. I guess it’s time to take my leave.”
She bent over and kissed Sam. “Wake me when you come to bed.”
“OK” Sam smiled like a contented cat.
“Good night Jules. It’s really nice to get to meet you. If I don’t see you in the morning, I’ll see you sometime tomorrow.” She reached out to shake Jules hand.
Jules jumped up from the sofa and gave a big hug and kissed her cheek. “Good night Billie. I’m glad to meet my new sister.”
Sam and Jules made their way to the race track the next morning. They were walking around when six foot six inch giant walked up to them. His voice was deep and rich and matched his dark brown eyes. His hair waved around his ears. “Can I help you two little ladies?”
Jules curled her lip. So much for this jackass. Nice package, but not much between the bow and the ribbon.
“Little ladies?” Sam was as livid sounding as Jules was feeling.
Jules grabbed her arm and pulled her back. “We’re here to sign up for the race.”
“Sorry. It’s an invitational race only.” He started to walk away.
“I was invited.” Jules yelled at him.
He turned and raised an eyebrow. His eyes slowly glided up and down her small frame, taking in the large breasts, wide hips and small waist. Her lips were pouty and her eyes were sultry when she was mad. “Right this way, then.”
He led them to a small trailer behind the tower. “New recruit Butch. Be nice to her. A little lady like this may cry if you get a little too tough with her.”
“Scimmione!” Jules pushed past him.
“Jules. Jules Smith. And you are?” She held her hand out to Butch.
“William Butcher. But they call me Butch.” The man stood up. He was almost as wide as tall. His hair was grey at the temple. His belly could have been used as a shelf for his sandwich. She looked closer and thought maybe that’s just what happened because of the amount of crumbs on the front of his shirt.
Butch checked through his log book. “Here you are.”
“I thought Jules was a man.” The big ape said. He looked chagrinned, but still kept his arms crossed and stared down his nose at her. “I guess I was wrong.”
“Vengo dall’italia.” She said to Butch. “I’m from Italy.” She turned to the big man and translated for him.
“See you around Butch.” He shook Jules hand. “Later Pal.” Then he kissed Sam’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
Jules rolled her eyes. “Asine. Scimmione.”
“Jackass I may be. Big I may be. But an ape?” He looked at himself in the mirror on the wall. “Nope. Not enough hair.”
He sauntered out the door. Butch was laughing. “He’s bilingual Honey. You aren’t going to be able to cow him with a couple of foreign words. He can conversate with anyone who comes in here. It’s why we all put up with his ego and sarcasm.”
Jules filled out the forms and walked outside. The ape was standing by Sam’s car when she got there. He handed her a sheet of paper. “This is all the information you’ll need for the week. It gives you times, special events for drivers and driver’s family events. It gives all the information for….”
“I can read. I am well educated contrary to how you are behaving.”
The ape held up his hands in supplication. “Hey. I’m just doing my job Little Lady.”
“One more time. You call me Little Lady one more time and I’ll…” She narrowed her eyes. The anger inside was burning like a fire in her belly and it was being conveyed by her eyes.
Vince was staring at her. She was petite. Her head didn’t even come up to his chin. She couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds, but she was all woman. A strong, amazingly beautiful, fire spitting, egotistical, and if all the hype about her was right, one of the top moto x riders in the world.
Vince was utterly taken by her. Something in him wanted to tease her till she spit and then kiss the anger away. He wanted to feel her wild emotions come through in their love making. He realized he was staring and cleared his throat. “Yes, well…I’ve got work to do. If you come by tomorrow morning about eight,” He hid his smile. He wanted to hear that anger and see the spark in her eyes again. “If you can get your hair done by then, I’ll show you around the track. I’ll assume you’ve got your own bike, so bring it. You’ll get a chance to have a dry run tomorrow afternoon.”
Jules breasts were heaving as she tried to control her temper. Her lips were pursed and her eyes burned. She wanted to take him down a peg but how when he probably more than doubled her weight and was more than a foot taller than her. “Cretin” was all she could get past her lips without a full out assault on him.
“Delizioso.” He countered as he turned his back on her and walked away.
“Just what the fuck did he mean by that?”
Sam was trying not to laugh, but not doing a very good job of it. He said delicious when he was sauntering off like a cat that just had too much nip.
“Next time you banter with him, ask.” Sam slid into the car.
“Next time I banter? You call that bantering? I call it a poor substitute of a human being trying to be what he isn’t. He is banal. A poor excuse for what men of today should be. I wouldn’t waste my time ‘bantering’ with him.”
“But did you check out those muscles? The muscles on the muscles? And that chest?”
Jules was picturing him in her mind. A small smile hovered on her lips when she shook her head. “Cretin.”, she muttered, but she couldn’t shake the picture of him from her mind.
Even before they got home, Jules was yawning. “Looks like jet lag is catching up with me.”
“Why don’t you take a nap before dinner? I’ve got everything under control. I called Uncle Chuck and Aunt Julie. They’re coming over with the boys tonight. You’ll need all the rest you can get.”
Jules kissed Sam on the cheek. “You were always the best and still are. I’m going to take you up on that nap. Call me in a couple of hours and I’ll help get dinner.”
“I may take you up on that.”
Jules eyes were drooping when she left the room. Sam watched her wearily make her way down the hallway to the bedroom. ‘I’d give you odds she dreams of that big hunk.’ She laughed at her own wager with herself, then quietly went to her own room to rest for a while.
Jules tossed fitfully. The covers were wrapped around her waist and resting on the floor. The dreams were haunting. They were so real she could almost feel the cretin as he touched her. Her skin was on fire and she couldn’t breathe.
As her breasts heaved, the heat between her thighs increased. She felt like someone had taken hot liquid and was pouring it over her. His eyes bore into hers. “Kiss me.” She whispered.
He leaned closer and she could smell him. The heat and dust from the track, blended with his clean linen scent and hint of after shave, made her nostrils twitch in anticipation of more. She wanted her senses assaulted by more than his scent. “Please touch me.”
He leaned in even closer. She could feel his breath on her skin, and the heat of his gaze as he looked from her lips, which she had been licking because they were becoming so dry, to her breasts, which were heaving with anticipation, and down over her now molten center.
She reached out and touched his chest. The hair was crisp and scratchy beneath her palm. Unbuttoning his shirt, she teased his nipples with her nails, sliding further down over the flat plane of his belly. She started to protest as he pulled away. “Please…”
“Say my name Little Lady.” She found she liked what he was calling her. “Say my name.”
“But I don’t know it.” She mumbled and started. Looking around the room, she almost screamed with frustration. A dream. It was just a dream. Her nightshirt was tangled around her waist. The covers were lying on the floor. She could still feel the pulsing in her swollen sex and the heat and wetness that was gushing from it. Her breasts were hard and the nipples so taut, they hurt when she touched them.
“I need a fucking cold shower.” She said to the room. She straightened out her clothing and went into the private bathroom. Stripping, she stepped into the shower and let the cool water rain onto her head and shoulders. Leaning against the wall, she could feel the power of the spray teasing her already sensitive breasts, her belly and her sex. Slowly, she slid down the shower wall and sat on the preformed seat. Opening her legs wide, she embraced the stinging feel of the shower as it caressed her breasts and massaged her overheated pussy, creating a convulsion in her, so strong, it almost landed her on her ass in the tub as she reached her climax. Rubbing her hand on her belly, she gently ran her fingers over her skin, enjoying the feel of being touched. “It’s not what I want. Saints alive, I want him. I want to feel his cock inside of me and his mouth on mine.”
Tears started to form in her eyes and were mingling with the water from the shower. She hung her head and let it rest in the palm of her hands. “A man who hates me. A man who has no respect for me or for women, and I want him. No. Not me.” She looked down at her body. “You. You think you want him. But how do I deny you?”
Jules wrapped the large towel around herself, enjoying the luxuriant feel of the soft terry against her aroused skin. “Fuck. Even a towel has me ready to cum.” She laughed and went in to dress so she could help with dinner.
Vince was laughing as he walked back to the trailer where Butch sat, talking on the phone and making excuses to his wife as to why he was going to be late getting home.
“Yo Butch. Call the wife. Tell her you’ve got another of those foreign guys signed up for tomorrow and I need you to show them around the place.”
Butch gave him the ok sign and said goodbye. “You just saved my ass. She wasn’t buying my shit. She pegged me right away. ‘You’ve got another of those damn poker games. Don’t you?’” He made his voice into a high pitch and mocked her. “Thanks Man. I owe you one.”
“I may just be cashing in on that soon.”
He sat in the chair and was eyeing the papers he had in his hand. Looking at her name had his mind wandering to how her ass looked in those jeans. The sweater had clung to her breast like a second skin and he could have sworn she didn’t have a bra on. Hell, he didn’t think she had anything on under those pants and shirt. She swayed like trees in the wind.
He could feel himself starting to harden and put the papers in front of him. “That little girl who was here today. What do you have on her?”
“Not enough. I didn’t have enough time.”
“Pig.” Vince shook his head and laughed. “Just give me some info.”
“Lives in Rome with her parents. Age, twenty two, Parents are rich. Father owns that Right Way Detection Agency or whatever it is. It’s internet.” Butch looked up. “Interested?”
“Don’t know. I just know that I can’t shake her voice or eyes from my noggin.” He looked straight at Butch. “Where’s she staying?” He put up his hand. “I know you shouldn’t say, but it’s important. Just give me a hotel.”
“She’s with her sister. The hot chick that was with her.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Want a number?”
“How about just a last name?”
“Smith. Samantha Smith. Her’s is Julianna. She goes by Jules.” He was rubbing his finger back and forth on his grubby mustache as he looked at Vince.
“Don’t give me that look Butch. I’m not going to do anything stupid.”
“You better not. You could cost me not just my reputation, but this track here if she finds out and sues my ass.”
Vince got in his car. Ten minutes later he was unlocking his door and grabbing the phone. Someone picked up on the third ring. “Hello? Is this the Smith residence?” He swallowed. “I’m trying to get in touch with Ms. Jules Smith?”
“Just one moment please.”
He heard voices in the background and the caught a few words. Then the voice. “Hello. This is Jules. Who is this please?”
God. Her voice. It was like a choir of angels. Soft and gentle. Like a purring kitten. So freaking sexy. “Ms Smith. This is Vince Cooper.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t know…”
Before she could finish, he interrupted. “I’m the asine scimmione.”
Did she sound interested? Or maybe a little intrigued?
“Ms Smith. I have some forms Butch forgot to have you fill out.”
“Thanks. I’ll fill them out in the morning. After I fix my hair.”
Damn her. He could hear the smile in her voice. “It needs to be done tonight. He needs to fax them in before 8AM. I could bring them by if you like.”
“I’ll give you the address.” She recited the street address. “Did you get that?”
“Uh, yes. I got it.” He had already had it, but he couldn’t tell her that. “Is it okay if I drop by in about half an hour? I’m on my way out and can drop it off on my way.”
“Thank you. I’ll be here.” She hung up and didn’t say goodbye. She looked at the clock. Uncle Chuck and Aunt Julie would be here soon. She had to change and do her hair and make-up.
“Hey Sam. If you’re okay out here, I’m going to get dressed for dinner.”
“Dressed? Since when do we dress for dinner?”
Billie came into the kitchen. “Who are you talking to Babe?”
“I thought Jules. Guess I’m wrong.”
Billie gave her a hug. “She was expecting someone?”
“I don’t know. Who was on the phone?”
“I didn’t ask.”
Sam had a smile on her face that Billie had seen before. It was right before she hooked Ben up with Mary Short. “Stay out of it Sam.”
“Stay out of what? I’m not doing anything.”
“Maybe not yet. But this is your sister. Keep your nose out of it. You could hurt your relationship.”
She reached up and pecked Billie on the cheek. “Know what Darlin? You worry too much. But I love you for it.”
Billie shook her head and walked away.
Vince stood outside the door trying to get up the courage to knock, when a car pulled up. A woman that looked like Jules, only older, got out of the front seat. Two little boys quickly unhooked and crawled out of the back seat. “We’re here. Daddy, we’re here.”
The man who came around from the other side was as tall as he. His physical build was athletic. It hit him like a flash. Like a teenager with a crush, he rushed up and took his hand. “You are Charles Bush. The Charles Bush.”
“Yes. I am. And you are….?”
“I’m sorry Sir. My name is Vincent Cooper. I’m here to see Jules Smith. I’m glad you got home. It saved me from embarrassing myself.”
Chuck laughed. “You’re going to be embarrassed anyway. We’re just here to visit.”
Julie nudged him with his elbow. “Be nice.”
“This is my wife, Julie. And these rotten little kids are what make me a proud Dad. My sons. Charles and Jake.”
Vince shook hands with the two boys and with Julie. “Nice to meet you all.”
They walked to the front door together. Julie knocked twice then opened the door. “Anyone home?”
Sam came running from the kitchen and gave them all hugs. She gushed over how big the boys were getting and told Uncle Chuck he was getting a little fluffy around the middle.
“I’ll have work for you next week. You better be nice.”
“You know I’m kidding.”
Vince stood behind them and Billie noticed him first. “Hi. I’m Billie. How can we help you?”
Jules combed her hair into a smooth ponytail and carefully applied make-up. She looked in the mirror and frowned. ‘This isn’t me.’ She walked into the bathroom and washed her face.
She put on a simple skirt that showed most of her legs. Beneath she wore a black lace thong. She never wore a bra. Had never worn one. She picked out a blouse that was nearly see through and wished she had one. She reached into the closet and pulled out a white sweater that was cut with a low neck, but not brazen.
She walked out of the bedroom and was surrounded by Aunt Julie and the boys. Uncle Chuck gave her a hug. But, it was the man that stood behind them that caught her attention, and he was looking at her like she was the main course.
“I don’t see any papers Mr. Cooper.” He looked down at his empty hands and blushed.
“I left them in the car.”
He took off to retrieve the papers and Jules felt a moment of disappointment. He really had just brought papers for her to sign. His pants fit perfectly. His taut ass pulled the back of the pants and looked like they were tailored for him. He was wearing a tight polo shirt and she swore she could count every muscle that rippled in his stomach and chest. She couldn’t pull her eyes away from him as he came back into the house.
He handed her the papers and waited for her to read them and sign. “When you’re done with those, I’ll take them back.”
“Can I eat first? My family is here to see me and I’d like to not spend their visit doing paperwork.”
“Yeah right.” He walked to the door. “I’ll come back in about an hour.”
Sam walked in from the kitchen. “You’re welcome to stay and eat with us Vince.” She nudged Jules and whispered to her. “You should have asked.” Jules shrugged lazily.
“I guess I didn’t think about it.” Sam looked toward where Jules was staring. With a picture like that in front of her, she couldn’t blame her for being scatterbrained. The man was a hunk with a capital H.
“I’d love that if it’s all right with Ms. Smith.”
Sam laughed. “Which one?”
“Uhhhhh.” He looked at the three women. Samantha was taller and more elegant than Julie, but Julie had an aura that said she knew who she was. Jules was just the sexiest woman he had ever seen.
“I’m just kidding Vince.”
Billie rolled her eyes. “Quit teasing the poor man, Sam.” She shook Vince’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you Mr. Cooper. Please join our family for dinner. Then if you’d like, you and Jules can take over the kitchen or her room if you want some privacy, for your work.”
Sam about spit her wine across the room when Billie mentioned them going to the bedroom. Her eyes went wide and she bit her lip to keep from laughing when Billie turned and winked at her.
Jules was blushing and Uncle Chuck and Aunt Julie were hiding smiles while the boys looked at all of them and protested. “We’re hungry. Please feed us Sam.”
The meal was a success. They reminisced about old times when Mom and Dad still lived in the US. They talked about Jules and her racing. They asked about Vince’s family and made him feel welcome.
He sat back with his arms crossed over his stomach and sighed contentedly. “That was the best meal I’ve had in a long time. Thank you Ms Smith.”
“You’re welcome and it’s Sam, please.”
“Ok Sam. Thank you.”
He stood and walked toward where Chuck and Julie were sitting. “Thank you for making me feel so welcome. And Billie, your home is magnificent. I love it here. It is so comfortable and welcoming.”
Vince blushed. He couldn’t remember when he had been so happy to just be somewhere with nothing to worry about or feel the need to have to run. He was contented. He felt like he was home. “If you don’t mind Jules, I hate to take you away, so maybe you’d like to do those papers on your own?”
‘Please let her say no.’ He was saying to himself. He really didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to do the paperwork. He couldn’t have given a dam about those papers. He had to face the truth; he only wanted to see her again. And with that thought, why? He had never felt this compulsion to see any one before. He was a love them and leave them type. He didn’t want to take the time to get to know anyone let alone their family.
“How about another glass of wine and then we’ll beg off and do that paperwork.” She smiled at him.
His breath caught in his throat. His heart was pounding. “OK. But just one. I have to drive.”
Uncle Chuck and Aunt Julie looked over to where the boys sat. They were both yawning and looked like they were about to fall asleep. “I think we’ll have to have that wine another time Sweetie. The boys are tired and need their beds.”
They all stood and gave hugs around. Even Vince was included when Julie came over and wrapped her arms around him. “Good luck.”
He gave her an odd look and she nodded ever so slightly toward Jules. “My niece can be a tough one.”
She walked out and left him standing there to wonder. - He looked over at Sam and Billie. They didn’t look like they could be a couple. Sam was gorgeous and so sexy. Billie was a knockout brunette that looked like an Amazonian, but she was happy with who she was. They seemed to genuinely like each other and they loved to be together. They were a real married couple. Could he ever feel that close to somebody? ‘God knows I’ve never had a family to relate to.’ He looked at all of them as they said goodbye.
Jules came over to him and touched his arm, bringing him out of his reverie. “If you’re ready with those papers?”
“Yeah” He picked up the stack of papers and headed for the table.
“Why don’t we go to my room?”
He looked at her as she walked away from him. She opened the door and waited for him to enter. He looked around what he expected to be a modest bedroom, but this was like a small suite. There was a small sitting area and a balcony off the room that led to the back yard. She had her own private bathroom and a door that led to her bedroom area. “Do you approve?”
“My apartment could fit in here.”
“I hope not. There’s no kitchen. If there were, I’d weight two hundred pounds. Sam is such an amazing cook and Billie is too. It must be the Italian in them.”
“And you? Do you cook?”
“I couldn’t cook if my life depended on it. I cook KFC and McDonald’s and Burger King. Lots of those even in Rome.”
She nodded toward the papers. “Let’s get them out of the way.”
A knock on the door interrupted them. They were about half way through the papers. “Can I come in?”
“Vieni dentro.” Her legs were lazily crossed underneath her on the divan.
“Billie and I are going to bed. We just wanted to say good night.”
Sam unfolded her legs and gave them both hugs and kissed them on the cheek. “Love you guys. I had a great time tonight. Thank you.” She turned to Sam. “Are you riding to the track with me in the morning?”
Sam looked at Billie who just gave her a look. “Sure. What time.”
“I need to be there by eight. How about if we get up about six?” She turned toward Vince. “I have to do my hair and make-up you know.”
He groaned. “Never let me forget that, will you?”
“Nope.” She grinned.
The papers were signed and they still sat there. They talked about racing, her family, how they became so spread out, and why?
She asked him about his family. “I don’t have one.”
“Everyone has a family.”
“I don’t. Drop it.”
“My mom and Aunt Julie lived on the streets from the time they were twelve and their parents were killed. They took care of each other. How much worse could your story be?”
“I’d prefer not to talk about it. I’m having too good a time. Please don’t ruin it.”
Jules opened the door that led onto the patio. She pulled two chairs close and waved him out. “It’s gorgeous here. I could live here for the rest of my life if I thought they would let me.”
“Just from what I see, I’m sure they would.”
“Probably, but someday they want to have a family. That excludes me.”
“Family is important isn’t it?”
Absently she reached over and took his hand in hers. She was looking at his fingers and thinking about her answer. She looked up at his eyes. “Yes. We learned a lot of our values from Nonna. Sam really took it hard when she died, but I think we’ll always miss her.” She sighed. “Mom and Dad are considering moving back here to get the family back together. I know Uncle Mike and Aunt Mary would do anything to be back in the states. They’ve got a new crew just about trained. Maybe next year it will happen.”
“I’d love to meet them all someday.”
She looked directly into his eyes, reached over and touched his cheek. “Maybe. We’ll see.”
With her finger under his chin, she pulled him toward her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I think I am going to kiss you Mr. Cooper.”
As she leaned forward Vince took a deep breath calming him so he didn’t grab her and pull her across his lap. As her lips met his, his control started to slip. He pressed toward her and when he couldn’t get close enough, he stood up, pulled her to him and stared into her eyes as he lifted her chin and pressed his lips to hers.
Jules welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She felt like she was dueling with him. It was as if with every joining of their tongue, her entire body was being touched. She moved back and looked up at him.
He looked down at her. She was so small and it made him feel protective toward her. He knew she wouldn’t welcome that behavior, but it was there. He lifted her in his arms and stretched out on the patio sofa with her still in his arms. She was cradled to his chest, her face now even with his. He crushed his mouth to hers and had a feeling of coming home.
His hand came up and felt the breast he had been fantasizing about all day. It was soft and warm in his hand and just like he had guessed and it wasn’t disguised with a bra. He groaned deep in his throat and pulled her closer with his other hand.
Jules pulled back and looked at this man that was mesmerizing her so easily. She wanted to pull away and ask him to leave. She opened her mouth. “I’ve got a more comfortable place than this.”
He stood up with an easy grace and took her with him. “Show me.”
Jules started to kiss him again and pointed to the door. He walked in and she pointed behind her to the other door. When he walked through it he felt he had died and gone to heaven. A king sized bed took up half the room.
Laying her gently down onto the bed, he laid beside her. He pressed his forehead to hers. “What the hell are you doing to me?”
She sat up and reached for his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. “I’m making you more comfortable.”
She looked down at her own shirt then at him. Vince laughed and pulled her shirt over her head. He pressed a kiss between her breasts, watching her face as he trailed his tongue up over the slope, circled her nipple, then went down and back up the other. The rapture on her face took him to plateaus he had never reached before and knew he never would again.
He reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, sliding it down over her hips. He felt her bared ass cheeks and slid his fingers along the crack and began to knead them gently. “You are perfection.”
Jules wanted to return his caresses and ran her tongue over the muscles that rippled across his chest. She gently bit then blew on the small male nipples and heard his growl of pleasure. She became bolder and bit a little harder, dragging her teeth from the base to the tip, holding it between her teeth as she licked at the tip.
Vince hissed and drug her beneath him. He looked deep into her eyes, an unspoken question hanging between them. Jules answered by slipping her hand between them and unbuttoning his pants. He stood and threw them to the floor. He reached for the top of her panties and stopped.
She was unsure what to say, so just lifted her hips. He dipped the tip of his tongue into her belly button and gently nipped along the top of her panty before hooking his fingers into the side and lowering them. When her hairline was peeking over the top, he ran his cheek over it, feeling its curling, bristly effect on his skin.
As he lowered her panties, inch by inch, he would lick the bared skin, placing kisses where his tongue had invaded. When he had fully exposed her, he smiled, “I’m going to owe you a pair” and ripped them off her. Before she could think he delved his tongue between her swollen lips and licked deep into and around her pussy. “You taste amazing.”
Jules held her breath. She had had sex before, but no man had ever touched her like this. She was shocked. She was in heaven. She was on the edge of the orgasm she had dreamed of when she was in the shower. She laughed.
Vince got up on his knees and looked at her. Puzzlement was written all over his face.
Jules continued to laugh and rolled him over, ending up astride his hips. She positioned him to enter her and slowly, deliciously lowered herself down onto him. “My bed, my fantasy.”
“You’ve thought about us?”
“I’ve had sex with you at least twice today and neither time did it feel anything like this.”
Vince shuddered and he could feel his own climax coming on way too quickly. “Unless you want me to behave like an inexperienced thirteen year old, you need to move.”
“Move? Like this?” She rocked her hips, grinding her hair into his. “Or like this?” She moved quickly and replaced her hips with her lips. She slid him deep into her mouth and sucked while she cradled his balls in her hand.
“Stop. Oh dear Lord, please stop.” She could feel him releasing into her throat. She felt the power of having control over him and she was drunk with that power.
“Do you like that?”
“Do I like that?” He grabbed her waist and pulled her up beside him. “That was the most fucking amazing thing I have ever felt. Yes. I like.”
“Good.” She kissed him, letting him taste himself on her tongue. Her breasts were pressed tightly to his chest and her legs were entwined with his. She could feel his cock twitching, coming to life, and she moved just enough for him to enter her. His entire girth made her breath catch as he slowly moved back and forcefully reentered her. After the fourth time, she was panting.
“Please what? Please stop?” He repeated his slow pull then forceful entry. “Please harder?” He went a little faster and a little deeper. “Or please slower.” He pulled all the way out, allowing the tip of his cock to slide over her clit before sliding back and entering her again.
“Please Vince. Just please.”
He pulled out and slid between her legs again. “My turn.” His tongue tickled her clit until she was clenching the sheets in her fists. He slowed pushed his finger into her, crooking it so he could reach her special spot. His tongue had her bucking wildly within minutes. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, and he was smiling into her pussy. “MMMMM. So beautiful. Sexy. Sensuous. Delizioso.”
When she calmed and her breathing evened out, he slid up and took her in his arms. Reaching down, Vince grabbed the blanket and pulled it around both of them, then pushing her hair behind her ear, he nuzzled her neck. Seconds later, he heard a soft snore and he slept.
“Sounds like everything is just as you planned.” Billie whispered to Sam as she pulled her close and snuggled next to her.
“Not yet my love. Not yet. They have just begun.”
Vince woke up and looked around. Then he felt the movement beside him. She was still tucked under his arms and he was protectively cradling her.
“It’s three in the morning.”
He smiled into the darkness. “I shouldn’t still be here.”
“But you haven’t made love to me.” She whispered to him. Her voice was like silk and so incredibly sexy.
“What do you call what we’ve done?”
She tried to laugh but it ended in a yawn. “Foreplay?”
He laughed softly, not wanting to disturb the night, wanting it to be like this forever. “Think you can stay awake for me to make love to you?”
“If I can’t, you can just stick around until I can. I’ve no place to go for a couple more hours.”
She wrapped her small hand around his cock and lazily ran her fingers along its length. Her nipples hardened and were teasing his chest, their nipples so close they were touching. He reached up and felt their warmth. It was a feeling he was becoming used to and never wanted to lose.
He reached between them and touched her already moist and swollen mound. “You feel so good.” Vince licked her neck and bit gently. “You taste so good.”
“Sweet heaven, woman. What are you doing to me?” He leaned back and looked into her eyes.
The innocent look on her face was his undoing. He quickly moved over her and, in one quick move, buried himself deep into her. The air hissed through her lips as he hit bottom, but he wasn’t done.
Jules felt like he was trying to prove something. Was he trying to move so quick as to get it over with or exorcise her from his brain? But even with the near punishing thrusts, she found her body responding and returning thrust for thrust.
She screamed into his shoulder and bit the skin at his collarbone. Vince threw his head back and roared.
He looked down at her and saw tears slowly
making their way down her cheek. “Did I hurt you?” He kissed the tracks.
“I felt like you were saying goodbye.” Jules could feel her heart beating wildly from her fear.
He brushed her cheeks with the pad of his thumb, pulled her face up and kissed her so gently, she could feel the tears racing again. He pulled her close and snuggled under the sheet. “Not goodbye, Little Lady.”
But then what? What was he going to do? Whatever this was scared him and he didn’t know what he was going to do with her, but right now, he had to leave. He needed to go back to his apartment and get ready to go to the track. He needed to separate himself from her and think this through.
Jules stretched and felt the pull of her unused muscles. She had an achy throb between her legs that was just a reminder of last night.
She reached over and felt the coldness of the other side of her bed and her smile disappeared.
He had left.
She got up and showered, then dressed in blue jeans and a t-shirt that bore the words, ‘I may be small, but I’m powerful.’ It also had a picture of an old Triumph.
She pulled her hair back into her signature pony tail and headed out to the kitchen, following her nose to the bacon she smelled frying.
“Get your papers all signed?” Sam’s grin was wide. She made Jules nauseous looking at her brightness.
“What time do we need to be at the track?”
“Eight AM Sharp!”
“OK Just as soon as I get Billie off to work, we can be off.” She fairly skipped from the room, leaving Jules to herself.
Jules looked after her and frowned. “Is there a joke here I’m not privy to?” She shouted after her.
“Nope.” Sam called from the bedroom.
“Then what gives with all the grinning and acting like you had just swallowed the cat that ate your bird.”
“Is that what I’m doing?” She smiled when she came back into the kitchen. “I didn’t think I was acting so badly. I guess I just had an amazing night last night. How was yours?”
“You know exactly how it was.”
Sam pursed her lips. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t you, Samantha? You mean you didn’t plan this all out. Get the hunky man with your sister.”
Billie came out and kissed Sam. She grabbed a plate, wolfed down the food, kissed Sam again and ran for the door. “Sorry Jules. I’m late again. I’ll see you this evening. Love ya Sam.”
“You too.” Sam walked her to the door, and then turned to Jules. “I guess that now you and I need to go. My car? Or your bike?”
“My bike, Big Sister. And you better hold on tight.”
Inside the full face helmet, Sam gasped as a rush of air took her breath away. She was giddy from the feeling of exhilaration pouring through her veins because of the raw chill of the fresh early morning spring air.
Jules pulled off the highway onto the township road leading to the dirt track. A half mile later, and a skid in the dirt when the bike came to a stop, they arrived.
Jules looked back at Samantha, feeling a bit guilty when she took in the pale skin and wild eyes. “Too much for you?”
“No. Not at all.” Jules shook her head. The woman was either crazy or lying. She had deliberately gone faster and driven a little wilder than she normally would. She was hurt over not finding Vince in her bed when she got up this morning. She blamed Sam but didn’t know why.
“I’m sorry. ...”
“Don’t be. It was fun.” She grabbed Jules arm. “Lead the way. I am so anxious to see what you do.” But Jules didn’t have the chance to lead; Sam was already marching over to the trailer, with Jules all but dragging behind.
Vince came out of the office just as the two women were about to knock on the door. He collided with Jules and blushed.
The contact had his body on overdrive. It was like someone had a remote control to his sex. The feel of her unfettered breasts up against him had him instantly coming to attention.
He groaned, put his hands on her shoulders to steady her, and if he was being honest, because he wanted to touch her, and stopped her from falling backward. “Sorry, Sweetness. I didn’t expect you to be here so early. I didn’t hear the bike.”
“You said eight sharp. I’m always on time.” Her words were curt. The tone of her voice was like a sharpened razor; meant to cut and leave a man bleeding.
He cocked his head at her and shrugged lightly. “OK.”
“No. I’m not ok. I woke up alone this morning.” Her whispered words dripped with acid. “I at least expected a goodbye, thank you for the fucking, or anything but nothing.”
“I wasn’t asking if you were ok. I said ok because you are here on time.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She blushed and Vince had to smile.
“That’s a nice look on you. Humility. It may be the first time I’ve seen anything other than condescension.” He leaned down so only she could hear what was said next. “And those moans and screams that could make a mans’ toes curl and his cock start jumping like a Mexican bean. You are one hell of a…”
Samantha interrupted him. “Hey. What now? We’re here. Do we just stand around and watch other bikes roll in?” She looked from Jules to Vince, realizing she had interrupted something quite private, but just stood there with a smile, and acting innocent.
“It was really nice having you to dinner last night. We eat about the same time every night; you can call this a standing invitation for whenever you get tired of those store box dinners.”
“Thanks Sam. I appreciate that. I may just take you up on that and you could be sorry you made the offer.”
“I doubt it.” She winked. “Now show me what my sister is going to do with all those men.”
Sam raised her eyebrows at Jules, and Jules rolled her eyes at the dumb joke.
She ran over to her bike and rode it to the track. She took the trail slowly, wanting to get a feel for the curves and how they were banked. She needed to figure what angle to take the jumps and the speed she needed to maintain her height in the air without flipping the bike.
Sam’s eyes bugged as she watched Jules. It was like she was dancing with the Bolshoi Ballet instead of riding a bike. Every move was like choreography. Every jump was elegant and ended with a landing that like she had glided in on wings.
When Jules was done with the practice run and did her timed run, Sam was out of breath.
“Are you ok?” Jules walked over to her. “You are flushed and breathing funny.”
“I feel like a just watched the best love scene of the best movie I have ever seen. That was fantastic, almost transcending.” She grabbed Jules in a bear hug. “I am so proud of you.”
Jules backed away from her. “I think you’ve had too much sun. Let’s take you home.”
Vince laughed. “It was an amazing run, Little Lady, but transcending? A wrong word maybe?”
Sam stuck her tongue out at him and walked away.
He maneuvered his way around Jules so he stand in front of her and stop her. “It would have been embarrassing for you had you needed to explain my still being there this morning. It was easier for you.”
Jules stopped dead, raised her hand, and slapped him with all her hurt behind the move. “Liar. It had nothing to do with me. It was you. You got scared. You felt something. I know you did, because I did too.” She started walking again. “The difference is that I’m not afraid to admit it. I’m also not afraid to say that it will never happen again. I don’t feel good about having sex with a man when my fiancé is almost 3000 miles away, waiting for me to come home.”
“Fiancé?” Vince was so angry he grabbed her arms, not caring if anyone was looking, and kissed her. His lips were so punishing, she yelped when her teeth cut her lip. He instantly stopped.
His thumb went to the small cut on her lip and gently wiped the speck of blood away. His stare was causing her nipples to harden and she wanted to take back the lie of a fiancé, but she couldn’t. It was said, and now it would remain between them and he wouldn’t have the need to feel guilty about leaving or not seeing her again, except at the track.
“If you’re done, I need to leave.” She looked at his chest, not his face. Her arms hung limply at her sides. Her voice was expressionless. “My sister is waiting Mr. Cooper...That is, if we’re through here for the day?”
“Uh, yes, Ms Smith. We are through her for the day.” He emphasized ‘day’. “I’ll be in touch if anything comes up between now and tomorrow afternoon. Everyone needs to be here tomorrow…”
“I know. I read Mr. Cooper.” With that, she sauntered off, heedless of the fact she had left all of her paperwork sitting on Butch’s desk and actually had no idea what time she needed to be there.
Vince walked into the office and Butch held up a stack of papers. “Freudian slip, man. She left these laying here.” He chuckled. “Must want to see that physique of yours again.”
“Maybe it just reminds her of her boyfriend.” His voice was low and angry.
He picked up the papers and slammed them down again. “Fuck her. Fuck all women.” He picked them up again. “If she isn’t here on time, she’s out of the race. Got that, Butch? We aren’t going to let her get away with this just because she’s a woman.”
“Yes Sir.” Chuck sarcastically saluted him. “My office Vince. I’m the boss.”
Vince walked out, slamming the door and jarring the entire trailer. He was clutching the papers in his hand.
“What the hell was that all about, Jules?”
Jules shrugged and continued blowing on her already cold cup of coffee.
“Don’t sit there staring into that coffee and ignore me. I know you. We’re sisters, remember? And that means we’re an awful lot alike.”
“We may be sisters, Sam, but we’re nothing alike.”
“Bull shit!” Sam move away from the table and poured herself another cup of coffee. She glanced at Jules as she started to sit back down.
Jules eyes were dark and sunken. She hadn’t combed her hair since they got back to the house and it was knotted at the ends from the force of the wind whipping it as she rode. Her foot was on the chair seat and she was resting her chin on her knee, staring into the cup. “I need to get out of here.”
“I don’t think so. You aren’t going anywhere in that mood.”
“You aren’t my mother!” The chair tumbled backward with a loud crack and thump. Jules looked down at it, seeing the splinters of wood on the floor, feeling the tears coming to her eyes, and ran to her room.
Sam was behind her. The door was already shutting when she put her hand inside to stop it, pinching her finger. “Fuck! That hurt.” She yelled, putting her finger in her mouth and sucking on the blood blister.
Jules grabbed her hand from her mouth and looked at the blister. “It’ll be fine. Shouldn’t have put it in a slamming door.”
“The door shouldn’t have been slammed.”
Jules let out a loud sob and wrapped her arms around her sister who enveloped her slight frame in her own. The tangled hair caught in her fingers as she smoothed it, uttering soft sounds to soothe her little sister.
“Jules.” She whispered into the air. “I don’t know what happened, and I’m sorry about trying to think I understand. But…I’ve dealt with men and I’ve been in love and in lust; long before I even thought of Billie in any way other than my best friend. I never thought I would be living this life I have now. I fought it so hard. Unfortunately, sometimes, the heart wants something other than what the head thinks it should. And although a lot of times we ignore it, there are times we can’t and we do stupid foolish things trying to avoid the inevitable.”
Jules raised her head and looked into Sam’s eyes as she talked. “I blew it Sam. I told him I was engaged.”
“So tell him the truth. Tell him you’re scared. Not everyone falls in love as quickly as the Smith girls.” She smiled that special smile that as a little girl, Jules had to smile back.
“I love you Samantha, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have talked like that to you.”
“It’s ok. Let’s get a cup of HOT coffee and sit on the patio.”
Jules told Sam how disappointed she was that he wasn’t there when she awoke. Her tale was all too familiar to Sam. “At first I just wanted to let him know that he wasn’t obligated to me because we had had sex, but somehow, it came out all defensive and angry.”
The doorbell rang and Sam looked at her watch. “I wonder who that is?”
“Want me to get it in case it’s one of those salesmen. I can always come off in my best slang Italian and he’ll go running.”
Sam walked to the door and looked out the window. “Jules.” She crooked her finger in a summoning gesture. “I think you may want to open this door.”
Jules peeked through the curtain and moved back. “I don’t want to see him. Let him think no one is home.”
“He’s got papers in his hand, maybe it’s important.”
“Or maybe he’s so pissed he brought the papers that are terminating my chance to ride this weekend.”
Sam pushed her back toward the door. “He’s not going to go away. Open it.”
“I know you’re in there Jules. Open this fucking door. I can hear you talking.” Vince was pounding on the door. He was no longer bothering with the doorbell.
He caught his reflection in the glass and frowned. His hair was sticking up at all angles from pushing his fingers through it. He hadn’t shaved since yesterday morning and had stubble that gave his face a dirty look. His eyes were dark with deep circles from not sleeping more than two hours in the last forty-eight. He rested his head against the door. His hand, palm flat against the wood, slid down over the smooth white finish. “Please, Jules. Give me a chance to talk to you.” He said to the door. “I’ve never begged a woman to listen to me before. Don’t make me do it now.”
Sam gave Jules a look that would have driven even a hard core murderer to his knees in shame, but she just turned away from and went to her room.
She opened the door and had Vince nearly tumbling to the floor. “I’m sorry Sam. I had to give these papers to her. It’s about this weekend.”
“Then take them to her.”
He shook his head. “No.”
“No? You stand out there like a mad man, letting every neighbors hear and see you, but you won’t talk to her? Then what is this all about?”
The expression on his face spoke all the words she needed to hear. The hunger in his eyes as he glanced at the closed bedroom door, made her heart ache with pain. His hands were clenched at his sides, and he had the same wild look as Jules.
“She’s engaged. Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I don’t think I had anything to do with you two, but to be honest, she hadn’t told me either.”
She put her hand on his arm. “Maybe it’s not that serious.”
“Not serious? Are you fucking kidding me? She’s engaged. How much more serious can it get than that?”
“I don’t know. But if you really want her, don’t you think it’s unfair of you to just walk away and act like nothing happened? Shouldn’t you fight for her or at the very least, talk to her?”
“No!” He put the papers in her hand and walked out the door. “It’s obvious. Isn’t it? She doesn’t want me.”
Sam picked up the papers. Without knocking, she opened the doors, walked in, and slammed them on the table next to Jules. “Here are the damned papers you left behind.”
She opened the door and started out. Her back was to Jules. “It’s time to grow up Jules. Before you lose what you really want.”
Jules picked up her phone and punched in a bunch of numbers. On the third ring, it picked up. “Marco. I need you.”
“What’s wrong Sweetie?”
“I need a fiancé.”
Marco started to laugh. “You want me to be your fiancé? Now that’s funny.”
Jules started to cry. “Please Marco?”
“I’m on my way il mio amico.” He hung up.
Jules went to the meet and greet that evening. To her surprise it went well, but there was no sign of Vince.
She talked to riders, many of whom she already knew from other races.
She talked to wives and girlfriends of the riders.
She ignored the alcohol.
She was constantly on the lookout for Vince.
He never showed up. “He’s not coming tonight.”
Butch walked up behind her. The woman next to him was a complete surprise. She was a beautiful redhead. Her blue eyes were soft and friendly. Her hair long and silky. She had to be at least forty, but could have passed for twenty. She was built just like herself. “This is my wife.”
He introduced them. “Charlie, this is Jules. Queen of the track.”
Jules laughed even though she wasn’t happy. “I don’t know where that came from, but…” She held out her hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”
Charlie gave her a hug. “You’re all he’s talked about since you signed up. I feel I already know you.” She put her arm through Jules and started walking. Jules looked back at Butch and he shrugged.
“I know. Why is she with him?”
“I didn’t say anything.”
“You didn’t have to. Everyone gives us that look.” She grabbed a glass of wine from the bar, handed it to Jules, and then took another for herself.
“I met Butch when we were in high school. I couldn’t stand him. He was fat, dumpy and had pimples.”
She laughed at her description. “He was also honest, sincere, and made me laugh. He told me that he was the best for me. He could lose weight if he really wanted to but all those other guys who lusted after me wanted just one thing and they would always be just dumb jocks. He was right.”
“We were married a couple months after graduation. Twenty two years ago.” She winked at him when he threw her a kiss from across the room.
“He loves to look at the ladies, and that’s all right. It’s me he wants when he comes home and he comes home every night. Likes me to think he’s playing poker, but I know how hard he works. He lives and breathes the track, except when he’s with me and the kids.”
“You have kids?”
“You seem surprised.”
“Maybe a little.” She was looking at the unkempt man across the room.
“He is an amazing father. He dotes on the girls, which we have two of.”
“You think you’re surprised? You should have seen everyone at the school.” She laughed, a rich throaty sound, and walked away, heading toward the man who was waving her over to him.
“I guess I behaved like an ass this afternoon. I’m sorry.”
Her heart did a waltz at the sound of his voice, and she turned to look at him. Her body was responding to him, even before she saw him. Her fingers itched to feel his naked skin. Her senses went on overdrive, and her voice faltered.
“It’s ok.” She took a long gulp of her wine and nearly choked as it lodged and didn’t want to go down.
“I guess that’s a good thing. You’re all choked up over me.”
In spite of herself, Jules laughed, spitting the wine all over. “Now look what you made me do.”
“I’ve made you do a few other things to, but you didn’t spit on me.” He grabbed a napkin and was trying to wipe the amber liquid from his shirt front. Her hand grazed his as she reached for a napkin at the same time.
“I guess that was inappropriate of me to say seeing as how you’re an engaged woman. But I guess I’ve been nothing but inappropriate. Have I?”
“I wasn’t really pushing you away. Was I? So that makes me more inappropriate than you.”
“You can’t let me apologize can you?” He frowned and shook his head at her.
“I’m allowing it, but I feel I’m the one who led you on.” She started to laugh, took the napkin from him and asked the bartender for some club soda. Dipping the napkin in the club soda, she gingerly dabbed at the wine until it was gone. “It’s all gone.”
“Just like you wish I was?” His face had the expression of a little boy hoping for a pet frog, knowing it was going to be a sweet little kitten.
“I didn’t say that Vince.”
“At least that’s a start. You didn’t call me Mr. Cooper again.”
“If you want me to, I can.” She looked at him over her glass. Her thick lashes making her eyes look bigger and the wine creating the sparkle.
“No. That’s fine. My father was Mr. Cooper.” He was walking to a small alcove where there were several chairs. He sat down in one that could have easily had them sitting together, but she chose to sit in the chair opposite him.
His eyes took a slow perusal of her. Her black velvet dress fit like a glove. The sweetheart neckline was low and showed off the top of her cleavage just enough to titillate a man’s imagination. The hem was way too high and Vince found himself fantasizing about what her panties looked like and how he had ripped off the last pair she had worn around him. Heat flushed his cheeks as sweat ran down his collar.
“I’m guessing my outfit is okay?” He looked at her, confusion written all over his face. “You haven’t heard a word I said. You were staring at my hemline.”
Was she laughing at his discomfort? Funny, but she was flirting like a women who was unencumbered, not engaged. “Sorry.”
“No you’re not.” She pulled at the hem of the velvet spandex, trying to force it closer to her knees and gave up as it just returned to its original shape. “I guess this isn’t exactly what riders would normally wear.”
Vince glanced over at one of the burlier men in the room and started to laugh. “I don’t think he’d look very good in it.” He nodded toward the man. “That one however,” He nodded at the younger man with a boyish face, long eyelashes and a pouty mouth. He couldn’t have been more than 20 and with a little make-up and in a dress, he may have passed for a girl. “could definitely get my libido going.”
Her laughter took him by surprise. “My, my Mr. Cooper, do you have a bit of swing in your swag?”
“One never knows.” He waggled his eyebrows at her.
“I think I’ve got a very good idea on it. And it definitely doesn’t go anywhere near that side of the tracks from what I’ve seen.”
Vince quit laughing with her and cleared his throat. “Yeah, well…”
‘Damn. Why did I have to go there? We were having a good time.’ She chastised herself, biting her lip.
His eyes followed as her teeth pulled on her lip. “Please don’t do that?” He groaned. “I have little restraint around you, as it is.”
She turned wide, worried eyes to him. “Damn it Jules. I can’t be responsible if you keep looking at me like that. I want to throw you down on that sofa and kiss you till you beg me to make love to you, right here, in this room, with everyone watching, and I may not be able to keep from acting on that impulse if you keep biting your lip and looking at me like that.”
“Maybe I don’t want to.”
Vince looked at her, his stomach doing somersaults and his hands itching to spank her little bottom for teasing him like this. Didn’t she know what she was doing to him and saying to him?
He grabbed her hand and leaned forward. “Listen to me you little she witch. If you play with fire, you get burnt.”
“Then burn me.”
She got up and said her goodbyes to Butch and Charlie. “Thank you for the lovely party, but it’s time for me to go. I’m still suffering with jet lag and starting to get very tired.”
Charlie hugged her. “I’m glad to have met you.” She looked beyond Jules and watched as Vince adjusted his pants. He couldn’t take his eyes off Jules derriere and he looked oddly uncomfortable.
“He’s a good catch.” She stated to Jules knowing that no one else was listening.
Jules looked back and saw what she was looking at. “But he and I aren’t…I mean…”
“I know what you mean.” She walked toward the door. “Have a good night, and I’ll see you this weekend.”
Jules felt herself being pushed out the door and almost laughed. She slowly walked to the Porsche Sam had loaned her. The night was cool, but fresh. “Want me to drive?”
She turned, knowing the voice, not sure how to answer. So she didn’t. She handed him the keys.
They drove in silence. Vince reached over and took her hand in his, brought it to his lips and kissed the finger tips. She shivered, but not from the cold. He placed her hand on his leg, and then put both his hands on the steering wheel.
She felt the warmth of his body through his slacks. It felt comforting and familiar. She looked at his profile as he drove. The long Sicilian nose, high cheekbones, and dark thick lashes, all familiar and a sense of pride went through her, that at least for tonight, he was hers.
“Like what you see?”
“Mmmm.” She murmured.
He picked at the hem of her dress and slid it a little higher, exposing to the juncture of her thighs. “Me too.” He slid his finger up along the silky barrier that covered her, waiting for her to slap him, push him away, or just say something, but nothing came.
He pulled into a driveway and stopped at an old Victorian style house, coming around to open her door for her. Her dress fell back down as she stood and he felt sadness at the disappearance of his prize.
Taking her elbow, he guided her up the walkway, pulled a set of keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. “Welcome to my home.”
She put her hand to her stomach as she took in the tall ceilings, ornate stonework of the fireplace and museum quality paintings. She swung around. “This is yours?”
“Lock, stock, and barrel.”
She whistled. Going around the room, she touched the heavy gold brocade of the chairs and sofa. The piano in the far corner was old and the beeswax gave the wood a soft glow. “It’s amazing.” The view from the window nearly took her breath away. She could see the river below them. The house was sitting on a cliff, only a small amount of grassy lawn separating the house from falling over the edge.
Not realizing he was so close behind her, she turned, and his hands encircled her waist, pulling her closer. “Tell me now.”
She took the extra half step closer that brought them so close she could feel his turgid cock against her. She leaned her head back and looked him in the eye.
Vince didn’t say another word. He swept her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs, pushing open the door at the top of the steps. The bed was old and as magnificent as the other parts of the house she admired, and just as soft as it looked as he laid her down. He sat down next to her, kicked off his shoes and stretched out beside her. His gaze held hers as he pulled the hem of her dress up again, this time a little higher, and pressed his hand to her flat belly, gently kneadin
His tongue traced the outline of her neckline, pausing to delve into her cleavage. “This has driven me nuts since I walked in and saw you.
Jules pulled his hand from her stomach and placed his palm on her breast. A breath of surprise and pleasure exploded from his chest as all willpower disappeared. He let loose a purely animalistic roar as he drug her over top him and laid a punishing kiss on her lips. “It feels like years since I’ve touched you. Don’t make me wait again.”
He was pulling the hem of her dress up over her ass, bunching it into his hands, as she raised her arms for him to remove it. He raptly watching as her breast broke free of their encumbrance and swayed with her movement. His hands slid into the waist band of her panties. “Oh, no, not another pair. Do you know what they cost?”
“I’ll buy you ten.” He ripped the sides and yanked them from her, exposing her sweet treat to him, while she proudly sat erect, feeling his cock pressed to her nakedness, allowing him to drink in her curves.
Vince couldn’t hold back any longer. He flipped her to her back and stood, quickly divesting himself of his clothing, standing for a moment as she took her time looking up and down at him.
She held her hand out to him, waiting for him to take it so she could pull him to her.
His hand went to her jaw, holding it in his palm and positioning her lips to his. His tongue darted inside her mouth, tasting the wine she had drunk and remembering how it tasted with his essence still there.
His groan filled the room when her hands dug into his ass, pulling him closer to her. Her urgency surprised him. He had planned on taking all night to do this, but she had other plans.
“Fuck me, Vince. Fuck me now.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He was already sliding his cock into her warm moist sheath. His eyes rolled back as he hit bottom, and slowly went a little deeper. Her hands were guiding him deeper, even when he thought he couldn’t go any further.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, locking her feet together at his back, forcing herself to take all of him in. She screamed out as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm. He put his hand between them and tenderly pinched her clit, helping her to cum.
As her breathing calmed, he began to move, slowly and deliberately, hitting the spots he knew would bring her pleasure, and throw her over the edge again. If there was nothing else he accomplished tonight, he knew he wanted to take and keep the memory he was going to make of the noises she made as he took her in every position he knew. He had already etched her face and body to his memory and in pencil.
“Jules. Come for me again.”
“Your turn.” She mumbled as he bit her nipple, causing new ripples of pleasure to course through her.
“No.” His hands traced the outer walls of her breasts as he suckled first one breast then the other, all the while, still making slow, steady movements deep within her pussy.
As she started to move with him, he clutched her ass, pulling her even closer, sliding his fingers along the crack, and putting pressure on her anus. She screamed as she came a second time. Her body convulsing from the effect of his lovemaking.
Every time her breathing started to return to normal, he did something different, that had her thrashing about like a fish on dry land as she felt the throes of orgasm after orgasm took over her body...
“Honey. I’m trying to please.”
“Please let me rest a bit.” She laughed as he rubbed his fingers over the underside of her breasts, sliding to between her legs and tracing the edges of her pussy, dipping between the lips, then tracing again. “That tickles.”
“It didn’t tickle a minute ago.”
“And it may not a couple minutes from now.” She teased.
He pulled her on top of him and guided her hips in a sensual slide on his cock. “I think he likes you.” He squeezed her clit between his fingers.
“I think I like him.” She threw her head back as he pressed his thumb to the spot he had just squeezed. “Arghhhh.”
“Like that a little?”
“Yessss.” She hissed.
“Move a little faster.” He commanded and she did. He felt his own orgasm build and before he thought to get a condom, he was coming inside her. “Dear God woman. Why did you do that?”
“I wasn’t ready.” He didn’t have a chance to say more as she leaned over and kissed him.
“Now you know how it feels.” She rolled to his side. “I also know what birth control is.”
He sighed audibly and pulled her close. “Round one is yours.” He laughed as his sleep deprived body took over and he fell asleep with her wrapped possessively around her, his hands cradling her breasts.
Jules felt his teeth on the back of her neck as she pulled herself from her dream. She didn’t want to wake up. She was afraid he wasn’t going to be there with her. She pushed her ass back a little tighter and felt his hard-on pressing into her spine. Reaching behind, she wrapped her hand around it and squeezed. “MMMM. Nice.”
He nipped a little harder, pinching her nipples between his fingers, and thrusting against her ass. She put her fingers on her wet pussy and rubbed gently, in rhythm to his thrusting. “Yeiii.” He became rigid behind her, when he realized she was masturbating with him behind her. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever known. You turn me on so badly it hurts.” He bit the side of her neck, not thinking about the marks he may be leaving and pinched her nipples a little harder. He squirmed, pushing his cock into her, his hand moving to her stomach to keep her close. She moved her hand. He put it back on her pussy. “Don’t stop. I love how free you are. I want to feel you come around me. I want to feel your juices flood my cock while you touch yourself with me in you.”
Her hand moved faster, and she moved the other from his cock to the breast he wasn’t touching.
She opened her mouth to moan and he pulled her head around and kissed her. He swallowed whatever sounds she was about to make as he found his own release deep inside of her, feeling his own juices mixing with hers as they both peaked at the same time. “I could fuck you all day, all night, and not get enough of you. I could fuck you the rest of my life and probably not get enough of you. You make me feel like a starving man getting his first meal after a long fast.”
She turned around and kissed him. Laying her fingers over his lips to stop him from talking. “Don’t say anything. Please just let’s not say anything at all. I just want you to make love to me until it’s time for us to be at the track. Then we’ll figure out what this is.”
“Fair enough.” Vince felt hurt. He wanted to tell this woman he was falling for her, but she didn’t want to hear it. Making love to her was going to have to be his words.
Jules awoke to the sounds of a shower running somewhere close by. Groggily she made her way to the sound and opened the door. She smiled at the outline of the man leaning against the wall inside the glass shower wall. He was hers. At least for now.
She knocked on the door and walked in, pulling it shut behind her. “I thought we could save water.”
He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. Sliding his tongue between her lips. She giggled and pulled away. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
He shrugged and smiled, while pulling the wash cloth from the rack. He squirted soap onto the cloth and started to wash her. She obeyed him when he asked her to lift her arms and obligingly laughed when he tickled her there. She left him lick her nipple to be sure it was clean and tasty. And spread her legs so he could clean his ‘toy box’.
After a thorough rinse, she started to get out, but he sat her down on the seat. Grabbing a towel he threw it onto the shower floor and knelt in front of her. “We’ve got to make sure everything is clean.”
Pressing his lips to her, he pushed his tongue along her slit, eliciting a deep purr of excitement. He gently bit her clit, licking the nub while holding it firmly between his teeth, and feeling her squirm as he pressed first one, then two fingers inside of her while still licking. He pressed on her stomach, holding her still as he felt her inside tightening around his fingers. “Come for me my little vixen.” His words created even more pleasure around her clit and she moved against him.
She felt his fingers move and her orgasm exploded inside her. She gasped and bucked on his hand.. Her fingers plucked at her nipples and his greedy eyes watched. As she quieted he took her mouth with his, teasing her lips. When they opened he stood and put his cock against them. “Suck me.”
She opened her mouth and took him, feeling him sliding down her throat, and hoping not to choke on his girth. His head fell back as she felt the pulsing against her lips and she reached up and pulled his balls, putting more pressure on his cock. He came hard, his juices, pouring down her throat and overflowing down the sides of her mouth. As he pulled away she grabbed the wash cloth and washed her face and mouth.
He smiled at her and walked out, grabbing a new toothbrush from the cupboard. “Now you may need this.” He laughed and bumped her hip with his.
“I’ll meet you in the kitchen.” He started to walk away then turned around. “By the way. Clothing is optional in this house.” He waggled his eyebrows in that way that was quickly becoming familiar to her and she rolled her eyes at him as he left the bathroom.
“I like cheese on my omelet.” She yelled after him.
She was getting ready to grab her dress and thought about the clothes being optional. Should she call his bluff? Or shouldn’t she?
His back was to her when she entered the kitchen and crawled up on the high stool at the breakfast bar. Her feet were bare, so he didn’t hear her padding in. “Is the pool heated?”
He never turned. “It’s supposed to be, but I don’t swim….”
He heard the door slam shut and turned just in time to catch the view of a beautiful, but naked ass fly into the pool in a perfect cannonball. He stood by the window watching her, forgetting about his omelets till he smelled them burning.
“You just ruined breakfast.” He knelt down next to the pool, watching the sun reflect off the water and shimmer on her bare skin.
“I think this could be the best I’ve ever seen this pool look.” He jumped off the side into the water.
“I thought you can’t swim.”
“I said I didn’t. Not can’t.” He grabbed her around the waist and turned her around. “Safe now?”
She flashed him a toothy grin. “If you mean did I brush and am I willing to kiss you?” She floated toward him and kissed him. “You decide.” She challenged.
“Yo, Vince. Where are you Budd?”
Vince groaned and pushed her behind him just in time to hide her from his best friend Paul. “What’s up?”
“Came over to see if you were okay. I didn’t see your car, but some other hot smoking car.” He trailed off as he noticed Jules behind him.
“Sorry Love. Didn’t know you kept such hot company Vinnie ol’ boy.”
“If you don’t mind leaving, so we can get out.”
“I don’t mind. I don’t mind staying either.” He looked around Vince. “I’m Paul.” He started walking toward where Jules was being hidden.
“Hi Paul. I’m Jules.”
“Nice accent you’ve got there.” He squatted by the pool. “Italian?”
“Yes.” She smiled.
“Tell me Jules. Is it true what they say about the beaches in Italy?”
“What do they say?”
Vince groaned again. “Don’t encourage him Jules. We’ll never get rid of him.”
“I’ve heard that all the beaches are nude beaches.” He was leering, knowingly pissing off his friend, and enjoying it.
“I don’t know about all of them, but I’m sure there’s one or two. I think, though, that you’re thinking about France.” She shaded her eyes to look at him, amazed at how much he looked like Vince.
He shrugged. “Sorry. I was curious.”
She laughed at Vince’s obvious discomfort. She was never ashamed of nudity, but apparently Vince was and she felt like pushing a little.
Pushing away from him, she called to him as she neared the steps. “Why don’t you and your friend stay out here and talk a while. I won’t burn the breakfast.” She threw him a kiss before climbing the stairs.
With an exaggerated wiggle of her naked ass, she walked to the house, up the stairs, and returned with a robe she had found on the back of the bathroom door for him, and her dress on.
She tossed him the robe. “You better come out. Breakfast will be ready in ten and I like my men without wrinkles.”
He came out of the pool, and shrugged the robe on, the obvious reason for Paul’s laughter.
“She’s not just smoking hot, but funny. I like her. Where’d you pick her up?”
“I didn’t pick her up, you ass.”
Paul held his hands up. “Sorry. Wrong words?”
“She’s one of the invitational at this weekend’s race.”
“She rides?” He whistled. “Hell. If they had made bikers that looked like that when I raced, I would still be in the sport.”
“She’s tops in her field.”
“She’s tops anywhere. And I saw those tops.” Vince threw a pillow from the patio set and hit him in the head.
“No ideas, jackass. She’s mine. At least for now.”
“For now? I’ve got a chance?”
“Not a snowball’s chance in hell.” He laughed at the fallen face Paul wore. “And if I’ve anything to do with it, it will be for a long time, not short.”
“OOH, man. You’ve got it bad. At least it’s not blue balls.” He laughed at his humor and slapped his leg.
“You’re a crude son of a bitch, you know that?”
“Hey, I’ve been told that a time or two.”
Jules looked out the door. “Am I cooking for two or three?”
She raised a brow and looked at the two men as they spoke at the same time. Vince spoke alone. “Three.” He stated reluctantly.
“Thanks Pal.” Paul slapped his shoulder. “I didn’t think you’d ever ask.”
Paul licked his lips and then his fingers. Vince sat back and patted his full stomach. “I don’t know where you learned to cook like that, but when I meet them, I want to thank him.”
“Her. You can thank her. I know Mom will love a compliment like that.”
“I didn’t know anybody could cook like that.” Paul chimed in.
“Mom’s always been a good cook, but when she met Dad, Nonna decided she needed to learn the right way.” She looked sadly at the pan. “Of course, that was before I was born. I’m just sad that I never learned from Nonna. You would have loved her.” She came away from the sink and stood by Vince. He pulled her to his side and she sat on his lap.
“Did she die recently?”
“It’s been a couple of years now, but it’s hard. And now that I’m staying with Sam, it’s even harder. She was Nonna’s favorite. Probably because she was the oldest, but I guess I was always a little jealous.”
Vince pushed the hair off her cheek and softly kissed her. “Your kids will have a great example to learn from, just like you did. She’ll be right there next to you guiding you, not by your side, but in your heart and memories. I’m sure she may have had a special piece of her heart for Sam, but I would equally bet on her having a special piece for all of you.”
Jules looked at Vince and at that moment she knew she was falling in love with him.
“How many of you are there?” Paul cleared his throat and asked.
She blinked, having momentarily forgotten he was there. “There are four of us. Sam is the oldest. Myself and my sister Jan are twins. Then we have a younger…”
“How much younger?” His eyes were wide and she could almost taste his lust and curiosity.
“She’s 19. A sophomore at the University in Vatican City. And no where near ready for a relationship.”
“But you’ve got a twin.”
“Not her either. She wants to be a nun or actually a priest. It’s kind of an identity crisis, I think. Or a phase as Dad and Mom said the other day. I don’t know, but I do know you are definitely not her type. Not unless you’re Catholic and wear a collar.”
“Count me out. I’m nothing like that.”
Jules phone went off and she looked to see who is calling. “Gentlemen, if you”ll excuse me? My sister is calling and from the look on her face, she seems a little perturbed.”
She put her hand on Vince’s cheek, and then leaned over and kissed him. “Miss me while I’m gone.”
“I miss you any time you’re not in my arms.”
As she walked out of the room, Vince looked over at Paul and made a fist. He was sticking his finger in his mouth and making a gagging noise. “What mush?”
“Go away, Paul. Go home. Go suck an egg. I don’t care what you do.”
“Now Big Brother, you know you don’t mean that.” He ducked the punch that Vince aimed at him. “But after watching this, I either need a hot shower to wash off the stickiness from all the sweetness, or a cold shower because of the cook, so I’ll go.”
“And don’t come back any time soon.” Vince shouted at him.
Paul waved as he yelled up the steps. “See you again soon, Jules.”
“What’s up Sam?”
“Where the hell are you?” Sam sounded frantic and a little angry.
“I’m at Vince’s. What’s up?”
“Jules, there’s a man here, and he’s telling me he’s your fiancé. What fiancé? And why didn’t you tell me?” Her voice was getting higher and louder with every word. Jules bit her lip.
“His name is Marco.”
“I know that. He’s made it quite clear. Several times as a matter of fact. Marco, your fiancé.” She kept repeating the word fiancé like it was some sort of curse.
“He’s my best friend, ever. He’s such a sweet guy, but I kind of doubt his boyfriend would appreciate his insistence on being my fiancé.”
Jules heard a commotion in the background. “Jules? Is that you? Are you all right? I’ve been worried sick about you. You weren’t here where you were supposed to be. You weren’t at the party. I know because I called. I didn’t know what happened to you and what would happen to me Jules? Did you think about that? What would happen to me if something happened to you? You’re my best friend. I came three thousand miles for you.”
“Slow down and take a breath, Marco. I’ll be home soon. I promise.” She smiled at the phone and took a selfie, quickly sending it. “See. I’m fine.”
There was a loud exhale of air on the other end of the phone. “I’ll get some rest, but you get home. I love you Julesy.”
“I love you too Marco. I’ll see you soon.”
Vince stood outside the door listening to the phone call. He could feel his heart shrink when she said she loved this guy named Marco. How could she love him when he loved her? He leaned against the wall and put his head back. ‘I can’t love her. What the hell am I thinking?’
He pasted on a smile and walked into the room, with a loud stomp and a yell. “Hey…”
“Sorry. I didn’t realize you were still on the phone.” He walked past her and pulled clothes out of his closet and got dressed. “When you’re ready, I’ll take you home. I need my car and need you to get me to it.”
Jules frowned and stared at him. “Okay. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. Just didn’t realize what time it was.” He walked past her, deliberately moving his arm so he didn’t have to touch her.
He tossed her panties to her. “I don’t think they’ll do you any good, but I don’t want you to forget them.” He reached into a drawer. “You’re welcome to these if they fit.”
She caught the panties in mid air and looked at them. They soft and silky with some rosette at the sides, and nearly see-thru. “Thanks.” She turned her back and put them on.
Turning around, she realized her false modesty wasn’t necessary. He had already left the room.
Vince didn’t say a word on the way to pick up his car and Jules guided their way back to where last night’s party was, without a sideward glance at him.
She stopped and turned toward him only to see him quickly exiting the car and walking away.
“Jackass!” She yelled out the window as she drove past him, nearly running over his foot, causing him to stumble backward and fall on his ass in the grass.
“Bitch!” He yelled back at her.
Jules stuck up her middle finger and kept right on going. There was no way she was going to stop and let him see the tears that rolling down her cheeks, maybe it near impossible to see where she was going.
She pulled into the driveway and was met by Sam and Marco. “Where have you been?”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now, Samantha.”
“Will you talk to me, il mio amico?” Jules ran to him, wrapped her arms about his waist, and sobbed into his shoulder.
Noisily sobbing and sniffling, she told Marco all about what had happened last night and today. He quietly listened, not saying a word until he was sure she was through talking.
He sat and looked at her. “Say something, dammit.”
“Is there something in particular you would have me say, Julianna?”
“Tell me I’m right, I’m wrong, anything, but nothing.”
“Okay. You are right. You are wrong.”
She started to yell and he held up his finger to quiet her. “Un momento per favore.”
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at him like a petulant child. “Don’t you dare condescend to me.”
“Yes, you. E’ asino.”
“Oh, Jules, Jules, Jules. Such language from a lady.”
“I asked you to come here to help me. Not to treat me like a recalcitrant child.”
“Then I suggest you act like a woman in need instead of a bambino recalcitrante.” He stared at her. “I did not come all this way so you could call me names, though God knows you always do this when you are arrabbiato., but I could be home with my Antonio right now. I put you first.”
Jules had the decency to look like she felt a little guilty. “I’m sorry Marco. I just don’t know what to do?”
“I suggest you call this man that you are so in love with and tell him the truth. From the beginning.”
“No buts, il mio amico. If you truly do love him and want to try to make a life around him, you need to be honest.”
Marco yawned loudly. “I am so very tired. I must sleep soon. I am to catch the flight back to Rome tomorrow mezzogiorno. I promised my Antonio I would return velocemente.”
Jules walked him to the bedroom and started to close the door, “Ti amo il mio amico, ma e necessario farlo de soli.”
She closed the door and leaned against it. “I love you too. But, I don’t know if I can fix this by myself.”
Jules, Sam and Billie, sat in the kitchen long into the early morning hours, talking about Vince and all that had been happeneing.
“Why didn’t you say something to us, Jules?”
“I don’t know. I guess I was only going to have some fun for a while. I never thought I would start to fall in love with him. Then I told him I had a fiancé. The Marco called, and he must have overheard when I told Marco I loved him and I would be home soon.”
Billie shook her head and whistled. “You Smith girls really have a way of making a situation complicated.”
Jules and Sam turned and stared at her with identical looks of anger. She held up her hands. “OK. I give. I’ve gone overboard. I’ll go to bed now.” She leaned over to kiss Sam who turned her cheek to her. “I guess I sleep in a cold bed tonight.” She chuckled.
“I love you Billie. Go to bed. I’ll be in soon.” Sam laughed in spite of herself.
When her footsteps resided, Jules got up and got a cup of coffee. “I want what you have.”
“You can’t have her.” Sam smiled.
“I know. I want the love and laughter.”
“What about your racing?”
“You know what Sam? I’d give it up in a heart beat if I could have this.” She spread out her hand and swept it around the room. “The home. Someone who loves me and wants to be with me. Someone to laugh and cry with me.”
“I think you need to open your eyes, Jules. I’ve a feeling that is all in reach. And I don’t think you would have to give up the bike. At least until the baby…”
“Baby!” She stood and almost knocked over coffee. “What the hell?”
Sam shrugged and arched a brow. “You wouldn’t be the first woman to get pregnant before you were married.”
Vince walked around muttering to himself. Butch watched him until he got dizzy from all the circling he was doing. “Sit down before I knock you down, damn it.”
“I don’t want to sit down.” Vince gritted his teeth when he talked.
“I said sit down. And I happen to be the boss and can tell you what to do.”
“You may be boss, but I’ve part ownership in this dust bowl, so don’t go pulling that card with me.” He slammed his hands down on the desk and stared at Butch.
“Not gonna do it, Vince.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You aren’t going to get her out of your head by yelling at everyone and beating yourself up. You fucked up, son. Now go fix it.”
“I didn’t do anything. She did. She’s engaged.”
“Hogwash.” Butch laughed around the cigar in his mouth. “I’ve seen women in love and that little lady has it written all over her.” He huffed and settled back, looking at him with one eye squinted from the smoke blowing back into it. “I don’t know what you got, but you sure hooked her quick, and if you want to draw her in, you better do it quick before she gets away. The fisherman has to do some of the work, the worm can’t do it all.”
“You’re a pig.” He laughed in spite of himself. “A son of a bitch, but a pig.” He sat down and put his head in his hands. “Damn, Butch. You’re married. What do I do?”
“Different for everyone, I guess. Was easy for me. I just gave her my handsome, sexy self on a platter and she grabbed it up.”
“I give up.” Vince stood and went to the door.
“Leave, but you better go find her.” He was half way out the door. “She withdrew from the race. Says she won’t be able to race because of some injury. I figure she’ll be leaving soon, and I couldn’t tell you where she’ll go from there, but I’m pretty sure that hot sister of hers will always know.” He waited to see if Vince was going to close the door. “That is if you really want her. It’s up to you though.”
Vince closed the door and Butch got up to look out the window. He caught sight of Vince’s car flying down the road. “Go get her Buddy.” He mumbled and closed the curtain.
Vince pulled up to the house and jumped out of the car. He stomped his way up the sidewalk. Pounding on the door, he yelled. “Jules. I want in. I want in now.”
Sam looked out the door window and opened the door. “Jules isn’t here, Vince.”
“Where the hell is she?”
“She went to the airport.”
“So soon. I didn’t think she’d leave so quickly. Why so soon? I don’t get it. Is it that guy?”
He was jumping from subject to subject. He couldn’t focus. Samantha was finding it amusing.
Jules had taken Marco to the airport and she expected her back any moment, but she wasn’t going to tell him that.
He sat down on the chair and ran his hand through his hair. “I guess I never really had a chance. Did I?”
Sam just stared at him.
“I guess you’re right. Well…she’s gone. I guess I should go.”
He stood and Sam put her hand on his arm. “Don’t go yet.”
He looked at her and frowned.
“She’ll be back soon. She just took Marco to the airport so he could go home.”
“I thought he had come so they could get married. I assumed…”
“You know what they say about the word assume?” He shook his head. “It makes ass out of u and me?” My dad told me that. “Never let yourself get carried away with assumption. Wait for the truth…”
“Or look like an ass.” He finished for her. “Marco?”
“is her best friend from Italy. He is also very gay. His boyfriend was royally ticked when he left and he went home as soon as he could to keep him from leaving.”
“She quit the race.” He stared up at her.
“She tripped this morning and sprained her ankle. It’s not bad, but not safe either. At least, not safe enough to race. One little twist the wrong way and she could have an accident.”
They heard a car door outside and he jumped up and went to the door, pulling it open before she could get back into it. “Don’t you dare leave here again.”
He ran out to the car. “Who do you think you are?”
“I know who I am. What about you?”
“I’m the woman that you made love to for almost eight hours then shut up and wouldn’t even say good bye to. Then had the guts to do it all over again a second time. That’s who I am.”
“I guess I was wrong.”
“Wrong? You’re a pig headed, stupid ass, whom I wish would leave.”
“And you’re a stubborn vixen that I wish I had never met.”
She looked stricken. He hadn’t meant for that to hurt. It came out all wrong, but she was already walking, no running away from him. “Wait.”
She kept running and he followed. Sam held the door.
When Jules ran into the room, he followed, slamming the door behind him. “Jules. I didn’t mean that. I’m glad I met you. I wish I had met you a long time ago. I didn’t know what love was till I met you.” He sat down. She kept her back to him.
“You asked me about my parents?” She shrugged. “My parents hated each other. The only that kept them together as long as they was Paul and myself. They only married because of me.”
He half laughed, but it was sad. “Hell. Dad wouldn’t even admit that I was his, and Paul? He refused to let him call him Dad because he said he knew he wasn’t his. Funny thing is, we look just like him.”
“I don’t know what love is. I don’t know how to act. And when I found you, well, you threw me for a loop and I was so afraid of losing what I found, that it was easier to let you get away.”
She hadn’t turned around and he walked to the door. “For what it’s worth, Jules? I was falling in love with you. Fuck! I fell in love with you.” He opened the door and slammed it shut, quickly striding to the car and roaring off.
Jules opened the door to the patio and plopped down on to the deck chair. She pulled her knees up under her chin and rested her chin on them.
“You shouldn’t have let him go.” Sam put her hand on her shoulder. Jules leaned over onto it. “You love him and that doesn’t come easily. I should know.”
Jules sat there long after Sam left. She stared out, looking at the birds. She went to stand and her ankle buckled underneath her and all she saw was stars as she fell onto the deck. “Sammmmmmmm!”
Three hours later they pulled into the driveway. Jules was groggy and talking like someone who had been on a week long bender. “You, my dear sister are lucky. If Mom and Dad really loved me, they would have raised me to be a lesbian. But no-o-o-o-o-! I had to be straight and fall for a son of a bitch like that.”
She started to cry. “I love him.”
As she was talking, Sam was tucking her into bed, being careful not to touch the foot.
When Jules medicine kicked in, she left the room with phone in hand.
“She’s in bed. Her ankle officially broke when her foot went to sleep and she landed on it wrong, not realizing how she put it down or how hard.” She hung up the phone.
Jules woke up. Her ankle was throbbing, her mouth felt pasty, and she had to pee. Her leg was stiff from being in one position so long, and she moaned when she moved it, the jarring causing pain and nausea.
Strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close. She knew she was dreaming because the voice floating in her haze was Vince’s. “You ok?”
“I have to pee.” Who was she talking to? Not that it mattered, the voice wasn’t going to help her get up.
The arms wrapped around her leg, gingerly supporting her ankle as it was lifted from the bed and settled onto the floor, the reached up to wrap around her and guide her to a standing position. She felt herself being shuffled to the bathroom. “Do you need help, or would you prefer your privacy.”
Jules put her head to the side. “You’re really here.” Her eyes were closing as she spoke.
“I think you need help more than the privacy. He gently helped support her till she was seated then turned his back. Vince felt pressure on the back of his legs and realized she was leaning against him. Looking down and behind him, he saw she was beginning to fall asleep again. He walked out and grabbed the nightgown that was lying on the bottom of the bed.
He tugged and pulled and cajoled her into helping him get her shirt off and the gown on. He picked her up and placed her on the bed, then gently slid her pants off and onto the floor. He looked at the tatters from being cut up the side to accommodate the cast, then at her. Tears filled his eyes. “I will never let you be hurt again.”
He took up his position by the bed once again.
Jules awoke two hours later. She realized she had her night gown on and looked over at the sleeping figure next to the bed. She reached over and touched his knee. Vince instantly opened his eyes.
She could see he was disoriented, but soon found his bearings and jumped up to sit beside her. “Do you need something?”
“How long have you been here?”
“About a half hour after you got back from the emergency room.”
“After the way I talked to you, or didn’t talk to you, you still came here for me?” She stared in his eyes. “Why?”
“I told you. I didn’t know anything about love, but I want to know.” He got down on his knees beside the bed. “Please let me learn with you.”
Six weeks later, Jules cast came off. Vince picked her up and swung her up into his arms.
“Put me down.”
“Vincent. Put me down, right this moment.”
He set her down on the ground. She dropped to her knees.
He reached down to her. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for it to knock you over.”
“It didn’t. I want to be down here.”
He frowned and looked at her as she reached into her bag. She pulled a small box from the inner zipper. Opening it, she revealed a gold circle and held it up to him. “I didn’t think a diamond was appropriate, but Sam found this for me.” She took his hand in hers.
“Shouldn’t this be my job?”
“Maybe, maybe not. But I wanted you to know I’m serious about this.” She placed the ring on his finger. “Vince, this is probably premature because it should go on after the wedding, but here goes…Will you please marry me? Let me make you an honest man? And allow my family to see this ring go onto to your finger one more time, but the next time forever?”
As he pulled her up, his kiss gave her her answer. “I thought you’d never ask.”
A round of applause accompanied his second kiss and they both looked around at the throng of people surrounding them. “I guess we’ve got witnesses.”
“Yep, now you can’t back out. It would be breach of promise.”
He swung her up into his arms and carried her to car. He was humming the wedding march as he walked, punctuating every other line with another kiss.
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