Page 15 of A Deeper Blue
“Your dad left you a message?” Azure was rubbing a spot behind her ear like she had a headache.
“Yeah, he’s why I have to… You know what? Let’s just go to the hippy store.”
“OK,” said Azure frowning. “If that’s what you want to do.”
“It isn’t, but it’s better than talking about my dad.”
Episode 9
The Food Co-Op
Rafe
Rafe felt annoyed. He could not believe he was in a granola-hippy-pot-head store, let alone driving the damn shopping cart behind a woman who insisted on wearing bamboo underwear. Who did that? Why would they do that? He still wasn’t sure what was wrong with Walmart. He thought the conversation about his age had gone well. And although she’d made fun of his cabin, he noticed that she hadn’t been joking in her compliment on the composting toilet. He just couldn’t believe he’d brought up his father. As though that trouble needed dumping on anyone.
Azure drug her hand along the canned goods, making a rhythmic jushhhh-thump sound as her fingertips slid off the paper label and into the groove between cans. He also couldn’t believe she’d dated a vampire. On the overhead speaker, the twangy opening riff ofChain of Foolsechoed across the aisles, nearly empty in the late morning dead zone when everyone was at work or school. She was right, though—his dating choices had never been sound, so it wasn’t like he had room to talk.
Azure’s spine made a sine wave along with the sound of Aretha’s opening notes, and when the drums kicked in, she began to strut in time to the music as she walked down the aisle. Rafe’s hands relaxed on the cart handle, and he slowed his roll to three miles an hour, watching his girl sway in time to the music. She added an item to the cart and went back to perusing the shelves, oblivious to his attention.
The song ended and switched to a bluesy soul number that Rafe remembered from the sixties. Something about letting the good times roll. Azure let the good times roll all the way through her, and her ass gave a bounce that made his tongue loll out. Three more items went in the cart, and he followed her into the next aisle, trying to contain the howl that hummed in his throat. They made it to the end of the aisle and the back of the store. A rack of shelves half-obscured the entrance to the bathrooms and housed the reject fifty-percent off items, and Azure stopped to peruse the selection.
Azure bent down to look at something on the bottom shelf, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer. He tried to tune the howl to the music so he could at least play it off like he was singing, but that goddamn ass was killing him. The sound came out low and not nearly as loud as he wanted to make it—just loud enough to carry across the distance between them.
Azure stood up but stayed facing the shelves, her back poker straight. He might have thought that she was mad at him, but she didn’t smell mad. He abandoned the cart and slid up to her, kissing her neck.
“What did you just do?” she demanded, spinning around in his arms and kissing him before he could answer. The smell of her hit him like a freight train, and her kiss was wild. She needed him. She was so fucking hot for him that she had him pushed up against the shelves before he even realized what was happening. Somewhere in his mind, he knew that making out in the back of a food co-op was an ill-advised plan, but that was way, way at the back, and right now, his dick was in the drivers’ seat.
“Nuhhh,” said Azure, pushing off him. She was flushed pink, and from the smell of her, she didn’t want him to go away.
“I could go wait with the bike,” he suggested.
“Nuhhh,” she said again, this time with more angry emphasis.
“Closer?” he offered, taking a step back toward her.
Her hand shot out and grabbed him by the jacket. She swung him around and shoved him into the women’s bathroom. He looked around in surprise. Everything was so clean, and there wasn’t even any graffiti on the mirror.
“Why are women’s rooms always so much nicer than the men’s?”
“What?” she demanded halfway through unbuttoning her jeans.
“Never mind,” he said, flipping down the changing table. Azure yanked her pants down, struggling with the fact that she hadn’t taken off her boots. He boosted her up onto the changing table and batted away her hands. He unzipped her boots, dropped them on the floor, and began to peel off her jeans while he kissed her.
“Faster,” she ordered between kisses. Instead, Rafe went slower, letting his hands squeeze her thighs as he pushed the fabric down, and she growled angrily, her hands fumbling at his belt buckle.
She had gotten his pants undone about the time he reached her calves. He stepped back and pulled her pants off. Then tossed his jacket down beside them.
“Seriously,” she demanded, “what did you do?”
He didn’t respond to that because he wasn’t going to. Instead, he let his pants drop, and Azure made a little whimper and reached for him as his cock came out. He grabbed her by the hips, dragging her to the end of the changing table and lining up to enter.
“Rafffffffe,” she begged, squirming as he held off.
He laughed, although it came out as half a growl and pushed inside her. She gasped and rocked her hips to meet his thrust. Her arms wrapped around him, her fingernails digging into him. He let out the deep first note of a howl as he buried his face in her neck and hair.
“Oh fucking Goddess, fuck, fuck, oh fuck! Harder baby! Just fuck me.”
He did as requested, seizing her hips and driving into her hard. At this rate, it wasn’t going to take him long to finish. Azure growled in his ear and bit his earlobe. He grabbed her hair and pulled back, making her arch, as he licked her throat. He grabbed her breast, and she yipped, legs spreading wide.
