Smut 69: Hearts
After spending the full night and the following day with Jimmy recovering from her bad day, Alex had taken two more days to work and get her head on straight. She had last minute work that Saturday and he told her she could still meet him at the garage for some of the day, but it was clear he understood she wasn't quite ready. Thursday was nearly perfect, so the loss of the day wasn't so bad. Late on Saturday she even called him and invited him for lunch on Tuesday. If she'd been less nervous about it, his stunned reaction would have been funny.
Lunch went beautifully. She was between clients, dressed in a suit that probably cost as much as he earned in a month, and the minute they were together the world fell away. His work had taken a turn for the annoying and they spent the whole meal discussing police culture and the realities of running a sting operation in a busy neighborhood. Mostly she listened, holding his hand and encouraging him to be as snarky as he needed. By the time he went back to the office, he'd lost his inclination to strangle the next person who spoke to him. The buzz from that lasted them both for a while.
No matter how much control Alex Eames exerted over her schedule, sometimes things came up she had to roll with. After the buzz from their successful lunch wore off, she scheduled what she thought was two easy clients so she could have dinner with Jimmy. The first client was an out of towner who wanted a quick fuck from someone who actually enjoyed sex. What he lacked in skill he made up for in a boyish enthusiasm and willingness to learn. By the end of the hour he'd tried a couple new things and was asking if she knew anyone back in Toledo. She showered and left him flat out in his bed with a happy smile.
She thought the second client would be as simple. He was also new, directed to her by Vanessa who wasn't his physical type. They had a brief conversation about his needs and her rates where he explained how certain physical limitations meant he only wanted to watch. He required her to bring many more of her toys than she usually carried to a job, but for the rate she was willing. When she finished with him she had time for a shower and a quick nap before meeting Jimmy for dinner. They were still working out the flow of mixing her work and personal schedules, but so far things had gone well.
All set to have a similarly nice evening with Jimmy, she was flabbergasted to find the client's idea of watching wasn't quite what he'd described. With him were two very large young men. In contrast to the client's somewhat round five foot six inches, his companions were six-four and well muscled. Objectively, they were beautiful specimens-Tommy had dark African skin and a slight Caribbean accent, Nate was fair skinned with blue eyes and black hair. After a slightly heated discussion with the client about rates, she turned to the young men to determine if she could work with them at all.
She was relieved to discover they were pros. Used to working as a team, they had performed for the client before and could walk her through it. They were also as safety conscious as she was. The three of them spoke for a few minutes, then she laid the toys out on the bed for them to examine. While they planned her fate for the next two hours, she went into the bathroom to cancel with Jimmy.
She couldn't bring herself to call him. How do you say to your lover that you have to cancel dinner and a quiet night in because you are about to get double fucked by a couple of twenty five year olds. He would completely understand the need to work and about things changing, but she would want to explain at least a little and there was no way. None. Instead she left a text message for him saying she had to cancel and she would call him when she got settled at home. Before she finished changing into the provided outfit, he replied with a promise that he understood and would talk to her the next day.
The time with the boys turned out to be just fine. The client sat with his hands in his lap and a detached expression while she and Tommy used almost all her toys on Nate. Together they tormented him with dildos and paddles and clamps. Leaving him sweaty and panting was just the warm up. Then Alex was put in the middle. Until Nate recovered his erection, he used toys on her. Tommy had no such restriction and he fucked her throat and then her ass. Finally they lowered her onto Nate and both men fucked with abandon while she held on for dear life.
When they were done with her, they left her sprawled on the bed looking like a broken doll. Her toys were spread around the room and the trashcan was full of used condoms. She took a few minutes to explore her body for bruises and over use. The longer she touched, the more she craved something more. Finally she reached across the bed and found a vibrator that was a close enough mimic for Jimmy's cock. She put a fresh condom on it just in case and slid it into her well used cunt. Adding her fingers to the mix, she pinched and rubbed her clit while she fucked herself. It didn't take long for her to climax, moaning Jimmy's name as she sagged onto the bed.
That night she slept like the dead. The next day she met Jimmy at the garage and spent the day working on the car. They never talked about the missed date, but it still hung over the whole next day. They ended up back at her place watching movies and eating take out. She was quiet, uncertain how he would be about their missed date and not sure how she felt about what happened after everyone left. He never questioned her and didn't ask to stay the night. Instead he danced with her on the back patio and they ended up kissing on the bench for almost an hour. Finally he carried her to bed and took his time pleasing her with his mouth and fingers before taking her gently.
His job had an impact on their schedule, too. A rash of car jackings meant he worked around the clock through, keeping them from spending their Thursday and Saturday together. By the time he got loose she had two full days booked that she couldn't get out of. They talked a little every day, but it was a poor substitute for being able to touch each other. When they finally connected clothes were torn, skin was bruised on both of them, and she had to cancel an appointment the next morning to recover. She was happy to see him but was thrown badly by how much she needed to touch him.
Even after the 'watching man incident' she was surprised how little what went on with her clients ended up affecting the time she spent with Jimmy. An afternoon spent beating a business man and telling him to crawl around the floor wearing a tail in his ass didn't stop her from spending an hour on the phone with Jimmy that started as making plans to go part shopping and ended with her talking him through how she was touching herself in the tub. She laughed when he growled something about installing webcams throughout her apartment.
Through the next month she saw her family a little more than usual, prompting her father to say he didn't care who the new guy was, he liked him just fine and she should keep seeing him. Privately, Ally said something similar. She wanted to meet him, though. Alex thought maybe she thought if he met the family he wouldn't go away again. Unable to explain how unfair that was, Alex promised it would happen at some point. Brian was another matter.
Alex saw him right after he got back from his last trip. He took her out on the town, plastering their pictures all over the society pages, then took her home to bed. When she left that night he asked her if she'd have trouble with Jimmy over the pictures. She knew Jimmy made him uneasy after the way they met, so she let it go. He didn't ask about Jimmy again and she thought the matter was resolved until he hired her to work a party at his apartment.
She and three other girls were the entertainment, taking the guests into the bedrooms alone or in small groups. It was an easy night's work and when the other guests were gone, she and Brian curled up together on the couch. She had wine, he had brandy and they swapped stories about the evening. These parties were business for him. He learned about how his future investors thought and if they could be worked with. She had a good eye for people and he had always valued her opinion.
After their wrap up, he always took her back to bed. She never asked why he liked finishing the night with her. His natural tendency was toward men. She thought maybe in the beginning it was because he thought she expected it. Years later she made it clear he was under no obligation, but he didn't stop. She came to rely on it in the same way she had her schedule. Something that carried her through and remained constant.
She finished her wine and set the glass on the table. Turning on the couch, she started kissing his neck and unbuttoning his shirt. They were always gentle with each other. He once said that both of them faced enough brutality in their work, they didn't need it in each other. She kissed him softly for a long while before he pulled away from her with a soft sigh.
His stopping her was surprise enough, but when he got up and walked to one of the huge windows that looked out over the city, she was speechless. She curled up on the couch and waited for him to explain. His first words confused her further.
"How often do you see him, that cop of yours?"
She shrugged. "When I can. A couple times a week. Why?"
Brian turned to study her. "I've decided I want to fall in love. I'm getting old and it's time I find a pretty young man who will look after me in my dotage and flatter me when I can't get it up anymore."
She grinned at the image. "Sounds like fun. Do you have someone in mind?"
Brian turned back to the window. "No. I'll start looking tomorrow. No reason to waste anymore time."
She left the couch and went to stand behind him, gently placing her hand on his back. "I'm glad. You deserve to have someone love you. To have someone to love."
He glanced down at her for just a moment, then looked back out the window. "Yes. We all do."
Alex worked her hand under his shirt, returning to her earlier task. When he jerked away from her, she was stung. He'd never pulled away from her in all the years she'd known him. She knew he didn't want her, but didn't understand why. Taking a deep breath, she went into the bedroom to get dressed and clean up the things she'd brought with her. She dropped her bag at the door and went back to where he'd settled on the couch.
He patted her thigh and exhaled slowly. "Alex, my friend, please promise me something?"
She put her hand on his, squeezing tightly. "Of course. Anything in my power."
"If you can't make it work with your cop, if he gets angry again or can't hack it, promise me you'll try again."
Alex didn't answer him right away. Instead she sat thinking about what it would mean for her if it didn't work out. The idea of losing him was harder to take than she wanted to admit. Brian watched her carefully until she nodded. "I promise." He escorted her to the door soon after that, asking her to look after Mutt for him in a couple days.
She had lunch with Jimmy the next day but didn't tell him anything about the conversation with Brian. Instead she asked him about his daughter and about work. Focusing on the things about him that had nothing to do with her was far easier than trying to work out the implications of what Brian had done. She wasn't at all ready for that.
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