Lola

I saw him across the bar looking just as miserable as I was. I had seen him here many times before, but I never talked to him. I didn’t know what to say. What could I possibly say to a man that lost his wife just a year after they were married? He had a son and I had no idea how old the kid was, but it had to be difficult. The boy wasn’t his biological son, but I had overheard Sebastian talking about how much Ryan loved his son. Based on the way he looked tonight, he was drinking to forget.

As I studied him, I wondered why he chose to drink alone. Why weren’t his friends out with him? Couldn’t they see how much pain he was in? Maybe it took someone that had already lost everything to know that particular look of pain. I watched as woman after woman walked up to him, rubbing up and down his arm, hoping for him to buy her a drink and take her home. They wanted something he couldn’t give though. They wanted more than one night and it was clear from the slump of his shoulders and the look of loneliness on his face that all he would ever have to give was a few hours between the sheets.

I couldn’t blame him. All I ever wanted was a night with someone to make me forget. I relied on Hunter for a long time to make me forget, but I felt like I was using him as a crutch and I didn’t want it to start interfering with our work relationship. So, when the nights got hard, I pretended like I was fine and I stopped calling him over. He knew that I was still having a rough time, but he respected me enough not to question me about it. Well, I thought he did up until he turned on me at the office.

One job. That was all it took for me to completely lose my credibility with my teammates. All they saw was a broken girl, but I was far from broken. I was psychologically fucked, but I still functioned and was able to do my job. Until a knife was held against my throat. All I could see was that psychopath all those years ago holding that knife to my forehead as he made me watch with a mirror. I remembered sitting in that chair while he drew a line with a marker around my forehead where he was going to scalp me.

It wasn’t even the pain so much as the terror of knowing that the man was actually going to do it. Then again, that’s what he had wanted. He thrived on knowing that he was going to scare me to death. It was pain like I had never felt before. It ripped through my skull, along with the sound of the knife scraping against my bone. I had passed out at some point and when I woke up, I was in a hospital, but the pain was there. I could still feel that knife and every time I closed my eyes, I could see the evil look on the man’s face as he pressed the knife against my skull.

I shook my own depressing thoughts from my head and focused back in on the handsome man sitting at the counter. Except the man was no longer brooding in his drink. His eyes were laser focused on me and there was a hunger there that I knew all too well. He stood from his bar stool and walked over to me. He didn’t say anything, he just held out his hand and waited for me to take it.

I knew what he was asking and I gladly took him up on his offer. I wanted the same thing too. To be in the arms of someone who understood, even if it was only for one night. He led me out of the bar and pushed me against the outside wall, his lips latching onto my neck and sucking harshly. His hands coursed over the backs of my thighs and up under my skirt to grab my ass. He pulled back from me, his eyes glinting in the moonlight.

“I don’t ever bring anyone back to my place.”

“That’s fine. We can use mine,” I whispered. “Just follow me.”

I strutted to my car and slipped inside, watching as he did the same. He followed me home in his pickup truck and inside where I left all the lights off. He didn’t need to be shown around or see what my house looked like. He was here to fuck me and then he would leave. I would get some sleep and he could go back to his life with his son.

I took his hand and guided him through the dark rooms, back to my bedroom. I pushed him down on the bed and pulled off the tie that hung loosely around his neck. Spreading his legs, I stepped between them and started unbuttoning his shirt. His hands slid back into place on my ass and pulled me closer. His mouth nipped at my stomach through my dress, down to my pussy that was aching for him to go further.

He stood suddenly, ripping the dress over my head and throwing me on the bed. His stare was predatory and lit my whole body on fire. He was the only one since Hunter that had gotten me this excited, this wet. I could feel my desire soaking my panties and I knew he could smell it too. He undid his belt buckle and shoved down his pants. Spreading my legs, he knelt between them and shoved his hard cock into me, thrusting hard with no foreplay. I didn’t care. I didn’t need it tonight. I needed it hard and I needed him to take me so high that I forgot my own name.

He knew what I needed instantly. He didn’t need a few hours to get to know my body or know what buttons to push. It was like we had done this before, many times before. Every thrust was exactly where I needed and his hands touched me in all the right places. He didn’t take his time and make sure that it was flowery or special. He fucked me hard and made sure I came before he went over the edge himself.

We laid on the bed panting afterwards for only a few minutes before he stood and got dressed, leaving without another word. I rolled over and went to sleep, making it most of the night without dreaming of the psycho that took a part of me I would never get back.