Page 10 of Connie
I steady her and she turns slightly so her chest rubs against mine as she rises. Her eyes lock on to mine and she continues to hold them even once she’s at full height. With her heels she’s not that much shorter than me. My hands are still on her waist and I feel her place hers on my stomach before they run up my chest to my shoulders.
She continues staring at me but my eyes drop to her mouth when I see her tongue sneak out to wet her bottom lip. One of her hands continues upwards until it is wrapped around the back of my neck and when I feel it pull slightly I’m powerless to resist. I’m frozen still apart from my head moving towards her but that’s only because she’s doing all the work.
Don’t do this, the little voice inside me is screaming at the top of his voice, don’t do it because one taste won’t be enough. And he’s right, one taste will never be enough. But it’s too late though because before I know it I feel her soft lips against mine, and then her tongue is running along the seam of my lips. My mouth falls open without instruction and instantly her tongue is caressing mine.
Any restraint I did have disappears and I back her up against the wall of the club. I press my whole body to hers and indulge in everything that is Connie.
I want to kill the fucking bouncer when he announces that we need to move it along, well that is until I look at him and see that he’s built like a brick shit house. I don’t fancy my chances so I regretfully pull back from Connie then step away, putting some much needed space between our bodies.
Fuck.
When we get outside we discover that Ruben must have stopped on his way out to grab the girl he was with because he’s dry humping her against the wall of the club. Well at least we didn’t need to be concerned that he would find us doing something similar.
“Ruben, for fuck sake, have you got no self respect or control,” Connie says distracting him from his chick. I have to laugh to myself because after what just happened inside, I don’t think Connie is in any place to comment on Ruben’s behaviour. What’s the saying about the pot and the kettle!
Thankfully a taxi pulls up and we all pile in. I get the sheer joy of sitting in the back with Ruben and his chosen one for the night. I really wish he’d wait until they got back to his place to get her well untruly revved up. I really don’t need them bumping against me, I’m already squashed up against the door as it is, I’ve got nowhere else to go.
“Put ya foot down will ya, mate. I don’t need this.” I complain to the driver who picks up his speed marginally.
My luck is in when the driver pulls in at my end of the village. “Here’s fine, mate, thanks. He’s paying,” I say nodding to Ruben, not that he even registers I say anything as he’s almost throat deep in the moaning girl.
I realise as I look at them that the reason they are pissing me off so much is because I’m jealous. Our usual MO is that we both hook up then head back to his place with the girls. It’s the perfect bachelor pad, we can do exactly as we please and not worry about parents hearing us. But tonight I seem to be going home alone while Ruben gets his fuck on. I really need to blow off some steam, I was worked up enough just from being around Connie all night, I really didn’t need that kiss to make matters worse.
“Bye, Con,” I mutter as I open the car door.
“Bye,” she says sadly. I look back and instantly regret it because the look on her face tells me exactly how she’s feeling and I’m pretty sure it’s not much different to the frustration I feel.
Chapter 3
Connie
Present…
I wake to the sound of knocking. The sun is streaming in through the cracks in the curtains but it’s silent apart from the birds singing in the tree outside my window. In my sleepy state I wonder if, like in the movies, someone is throwing stones at my window to get my attention. I chastise myself when I feel butterflies come to life in my belly at the thought that it could be Fin coming to tell me he didn’t mean it and that he wants to fight for us.
I hate myself for it but I get up and go to look out the window. Disappointment floods me when I don’t see anyone. I walk back over and sit on the edge of the bed when a wave of sickness washes over me and put my head in my hands. I think back to the one and only time I’ve had a nighttime visitor knocking on my window.
Five years ago…
It’s my twenty-first birthday and my bloody brother just got us kicked out of the club. I decided tonight was the night I was going to put Fin behind me at last and find myself a guy to sleep with. I’m embarrassed to say that I haven’t put myself out there since that day with him. No guy has lived up to my Fin high expectations. All my friends think there’s something wrong with me as they either have boyfriends or hook up with different guys on a weekly basis. I, one the other hand, have shied away from any male attention. I hate myself for it but I can’t get my head out of the past.
So when the guy I’d chosen for the night ends up on the wrong end of my brother’s fist he runs away as fast as he can. Fantastic!
I stomp off ahead of Fin when he comes to get me so we can leave, pissed off that the only birthday present I can give myself now will come courtesy of my vibrator. Yippee fucking doo!
It’s not until Fin stops me almost falling on my arse in my too high heels that another plan slams into my brain, my stupid alcohol fuelled brain.
I initiate the kiss and I really think for a few seconds that he’s going to push me away. I seen him watching me this evening with hooded, desire filled eyes, did I really read that look wrong? He soon proves to me that I was right though when my back hits the wall and he moulds his body to mine.
I want to scream and stomp my feet like a toddler when the bouncer puts an end to our little moment. I shiver when Fin removes his body heat from me even though the club is sweating hot in the middle of summer. I reluctantly follow him out of the club and climb in the taxi heading for home. Home alone.
I know I pout all the way home, I can’t help it. All my plans have gone to shit and it doesn’t help that I have to listen to all the lip smacking going on in the back seat. I’m sure if Fin wasn’t in the way that Ruben would be fucking that tramp on the backseat of the taxi. Fucking whore, my brother.
I barely acknowledge Fin when he says goodbye, I’m too pissed off about how my night has ended. The taxi takes us home and I have to stand and wait for Ruben to detach himself from the girl to open the door to his place. I’m seriously regretting telling Mum and Dad to lock up and that I’d stay in Ruben’s spare room tonight. I could really do without spending the next few hours listening to these two bumping uglies.
I decide to forgo the date I’d planned with my vibrator, I’m too annoyed to bother. Instead I peel my dress from my body, slip my nightie over my head and slide under the covers. I don’t even bother taking my make up off, it’ll have to wait until the morning. My head just hits the pillow when I hear something. Presuming it’s just noise from whatever is going on upstairs I pull the duvet over my head and wait for sleep to take it’s hold.
After a few seconds I hear it again, and then again. Realising it’s coming from outside I get out of bed and head to the window thinking it’s an animal. We do live on farmland out in the country after all.
