The Journey Home(7)
Author: Kelly Elliott

Silence.

I’d always wanted to do something like that, but I’d never had the nerve.

“You want me to do what?”

I finished pouring the water into my coffee maker as I smiled and sat down at the bar. “You heard me, Zoey Jones. Now do it. I’ll expect a full report.”

She let out a sigh. “Come on, Maddie. That is something your bubbly little ass would do.”

I laughed. “Listen, you and Monica made me push Cale out of my head last night by having a random orgasm with some stranger. It’s payback time, bitch.”

“Fine. I see a very handsome guy sitting down inside. Maybe I’ll at least get a one-night stand out of this thing. I’ll call back later.”

She hung up and I chuckled. No way in hell she’d do it. She was too shy. Besides, she would never be able to date just one guy for a month. I had this bet in the bag.

I SAT IN Starbucks as I read the text from my mother. She was insisting that I join her and my father for some cousin’s wedding next weekend. I let out the breath I’d been holding and tried to figure out which of my friends’ sisters I could bribe to pretend we were dating, and then take to the wedding.

I heard a woman clear her throat. I looked up to find a blonde girl, maybe five foot two looking down at me.

“I never do this kind of thing, but my friend bet me and, honestly, I’m tired of the brat always winning. She bet me I couldn’t walk into a Starbucks and ask a hot guy to dance with me. So here I am. Asking you, said hot guy, to dance with me.”

I looked around and then looked back up at her. “You want me to dance with you? Here? In Starbucks?”

She made a funny face and nodded her head. I checked out her body.

You need to move on, Cale.

She was dressed to the nines and carried a Louis Vuitton handbag. My mother would like that. She was thin—too thin, really—but had nice tits. She chewed on her lip before she noticed me staring. She ran her tongue along her teeth and, for the first time in a long time, my dick jumped with anticipation.

I stood up and, putting her hand on my chest, she said, “Listen, I’m not looking for anything else but a dance.”

Too bad, I thought. She’d be a perfect date to the wedding.

I smiled, but she was blankly staring back at me. “Do I get to know what your name is before we dance?” I asked.

She smiled and winked. “Zoey Jones. And you?”

I reached for her hand. “Cale. Cale Blackwood.”

Something on her face changed. It was if she was trying to remember me from somewhere. The smile that spread across her face made me think she’d just figured something out—and that it made her entire day.

“Cale? Your name is Cale?” She asked, smiling bigger.

I nodded. “Yes ma’am. Do we know each other?”

She tilted her head and ran her eyes over my body. “Did you graduate from the University of Florida two years ago?”

I laughed and said, “Nope. University of Arkansas. But you’re right about when I graduated.”

Her mouth fell slightly open. “Holy shit,” she said. “I’m finally going to win one,” she whispered.

I pulled my head back and looked at her and was about to ask her what was wrong. “Listen, I didn’t want to say this before, because this whole thing is so crazy, but I have to admit that I’m super attracted to you. So here’s the rest of the deal: I’m also supposed to date the guy I dance with for one month, exclusively, to prove to my friend that I can be monogamous. I don’t suppose you’d be interested in helping a girl out?”

I gazed at her lips as she slowly ran her tongue over them. I smiled, focusing in on that soft mouth. I met her eyes. She looked nothing like Maddie. Maybe this was the girl that could help me finally push that one night out of my head—and heart.

“I need a date for a wedding this weekend.” I said. “Looks like we can both help each other out, Zoey.”

She pulled me toward her. We started to dance to the sounds of Lily Allen playing across the speaker of her phone as she pushed herself into my growing erection. “Oh, trust me, Cale. I have a feeling we’re going to help each other out in more than one way.” She laughed and, for second, it truly sounded evil.

IT DIDN’T TAKE long for me to figure out that Zoey wanted me as much as I wanted her. The way she flirted was giving my neglected dick a sliver of hope. I’d never met a girl and just taken her home to have sex, but all these crazy sightings of maybe-Maddie were pushing me over the edge. I needed to get her out of my head. I needed to move on.

I’d given Zoey my address and told her to follow me back to my place. She pulled up, left her car, and began walking to the elevator, unbuttoning her shirt as she went. That’s when I knew it wouldn’t take long to wipe Maddie from my memory.

The elevator doors opened and we stepped in. As soon as the doors shut, she threw herself at me and reached for my dick. She moaned into my mouth as I pulled her lips to mine and slammed her against the elevator wall.

“Yes,” she said. “I like it rough. Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Cale. And no damn foreplay. I want it all, and I want it now.”

Oh Jesus. I’d never been with a girl who’d said anything like that to me before. I reached up her shirt and pushed her bra up and over her tits. I pinched her nipple as she pulled her lips from mine.

“Yes,” she hissed through her teeth.

When the door opened she jumped up into my arms and wrapped her legs around me. I carried her to my apartment and fumbled with opening the door as she pulled my hair.

“Hurry,” she said. “I need to be fucked. I’m so wet for you, Cale.”

“Jesus,” I mumbled.

I pushed the door open, and threw my keys on the table. I put Zoey down and she quickly pulled off her panties and tossed them to the side. She looked around my apartment, then walked over to my sofa and smiled.

She slid her skirt down and pulled her shirt over her head. She undid her bra and began playing with her nipples. “Fuck me from behind,” she said. “Hard and fast.”

Holy fucking shit.

I unzipped my pants as I walked over to her. I pulled them down and stepped out of them. She pushed my boxer briefs off and my dick sprung out. Licking her lips, she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth before I could even stop her.

“Holy shit,” I said as I grabbed onto the back of the sofa. She moved her mouth up and down my shaft and moaned as she began playing with my balls.