Sinful Sunday Throwout

I have been an epic fail as of late. So to make up for it I am giving you a little something to warm up your Sunday. It is roughly 56 degrees here in Minnesota. I am currently baking Lasagne and writing in one of my other projects. 

Detour is a story of a girl with body dysmorphia (imagine that) who after a bad breakup road trips from Minnesota to California. Along the way she meets a sexy mechanic who tries to do right by her. The only issue is, the girl is only interested in the wrong...if you know what I mean.

Anyway,  here is an excerpt from Detour. If you dont love the dirty stuff I would stop now while you still can. Enjoy :)


Detour

Rayce

“Don’t you want to sit by me Rayce?” She wines.

Yes. No. Fuck

She regards me, searching my face for the answer she is looking for. The reassurance she needs. This poor girl is so broken that she does not see how attractive she is. Tempie frowns again, pulling her feet up under her thigh, and picking at the label of her beer bottle. Hy heart constricts painfully.  I would love nothing more than to sit next  to her, taking her mouth with mine, and give her the proper fucking that would let her know how beautiful she is. She deserves so much more than I have to offer.

Tempie sits quietly, looking anywhere but at me. I cannot pull my gaze from her beautiful face.  I start counting the freckles across her tiny ski slope nose. The rise of her perfect lips almost curls to touch it. Her beautifully accentuated eyes, lined in brown pencil, matching her creamy skin perfectly.  Shit. My jeans are now officially housing an anaconda that wants to eat her alive. I let out a growl that sounds almost primal, causing her to turn and narrow her perfect green orbs at me.

“You’re a fucking pig, you know that? Just like the rest of them. Asshat.”  Tempie seethes.

 Whoa were did that come from? I am trying to be a gentleman, and she is pissed at me for it? I will never understand women.

“What are you talking about?”

“You. You just…GAH!!” Tempie is is breathing heavily, a look on her face like she is trying to fight back tears.

I move to the empty spot next to her on the couch and place a hand on her knee. I feel like I should be comforting her. This is a new sensation, new territory, why do I feel so protective of her.  She glances down at my hand, but does not buck me off. I take this as a good sign. She tries to get a hold of herself, but I can see the wheels turning in her head.

“What’s wrong with me?” She whimpers in a soft voice.

“Nothing. Nothing is wrong with you. Why would you think that?”

“My boyfriend left me for my best friend. Your buddy only wants me because he thinks that I gave you a turn. And the only person I want to touch me, won’t come near me.” She half yells at me, giving a pointed look.  I suck in a sharp breath. Those green eyes are tearing me apart with the pain behind them.

“Cotter said that to you?”

“Yes. He said that there was no way you would want a cow like me unless I was a good fuck. I can’t remember the last time a guy asked me to dance. I thought  it would be fun. At least I did, until he started groping me. When I told him to stop, he told me how I would have so much more fun in his bed than yours.  I don’t believe you would tell him we slept together, Rayce, why would you do that?

“I didn’t.” I deadpan, my blood boiling as every muscle in my body tenses. 

She lets out a humorless laugh. “Right.”

“Tempie, look at me.” I beg. She turns her face to me, glancing up at me quickly, defiantly, then returning her attention to her beer label. I growl in frustration , placing a finger on the side of her chin, turning her head toward mine. I drop my hand. Tempie narrows her eyes at me but does not turn away. “I almost punched my best friend in the face tonight because he was touching you. You. I was so enraged at the thought of him getting to touch you when I couldn’t, I almost knocked him out in the middle of the dancefloor. Why would I say anything of the sort to him when all I could think about was how lucky he was to be dancing with you? “

Tempie eyes me warily. “Your little girlfriend seemed to think I wasn’t good enough either. In fact, she was pretty sure she was going to get round two tonight.  I would have let her have you if she wouldn’t have insulted me. “

Shit, the blonde. I cringe at what could have been involved with that conversation.  I swallow back the lump in my throat. How am I supposed to respond to that. I am not a big enough dick to deny it, but I don’t necessarily want to talk about my random hookups either.  I open my mouth to speak, but snap it shut thinking better of it. I doubt there is anything I could say to fix this situation. Shit I should have kissed her when I had the chance.

Tempie gives a slight nod, in understanding, then drops her eyes to her beer bottle again. The look of anguish on her face breaks me. I finally find my words. I need to make her see that I am no good for her.

“When I saw you in the window last night, I thought I was dreaming. The woman watching me was like the most perfect sculpture in Rome. You were watching me, lust in your eyes, as if I was the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You had to be a dream.  Then you swore and I realized you were real.  Tempie, I am not the man you need. I am the exact opposite of that man. The only thing I wanted to do was stomp up to your room and take you right there on the floor of that bathroom. I wanted to bend you over the railing of that deck and burry myself inside of you, then forget you ever existed. That is the kind of man I am, not the kind that appreciates a beautiful woman, the kind that uses them and throws them away.”

Tempie stares at me, eyes heavy with unshed tears. She sucks in a ragged breath and nod in understanding. My heart constricts painfully at the hurt I have caused her, but it is far better this way. Tempie stands, crossing the small gap between the two of us. Her torso is at eye level and she places her hand on my cheek turning it up toward her face.

“If that is all you want from me, then maybe you are exactly what I need.” She leans down slowly, dragging her breasts over my face as she bends to take my lips. At first I am shocked at her boldness, but I quickly return her kisses, deepening them, burying my hand in her hair. Her free hand begins to rub me over the fabric of my jeans. I am already hard and waiting for her.  I reach with my free hand to unbutton her blouse, but she beats me to it, frantically releasing the buttons one by one. Once hers is fully open she reaches for mine, but I can no longer wait, I rip my shirt open sending buttons flying all over the room. Tempie giggles against my mouth and slides onto my lap.

Reaching behind her I unclasp her bra, which she slides off and tosses aside. I grab her full ass and wrap her legs around me. Securing her tightly against my chest with my arms I lift her gently, and lay her back on the couch. Pulling back on to one knee, I brake our kiss and take in the beauty that is Tempie’s  full figured body. Her breasts push up toward me and beg for my lips to take them. Her cheeks pink and the flush spreads over her chest, the sight brings me back to reality.

“Tempie, you don’t have to do this.” I plead for her to change her mind.

“Shut up and fuck me Rayce.”