Up until now, I hadn't felt ready for fatherhood. At only eighteen, it had been a daunting prospect to step up to the task of caring for another, and selfishly, I've enjoyed being answerable to no one but myself for all this time. Yet, as I stare down at my tiny daughter stirring in my arms, a lump rises in my throat and all my built-up doubt shifts. I can no longer imagine my life without her.
"It seems she has her dada wrapped around her finger already," Louise says, stifling a wearied yawn as her head rests against my shoulder.
"You say that as if it's a bad thing," I reply, unable to tear my eyes away from Rebekah as I lay her back down in the incubator. From her small hands to her button nose and the brown fuzz of hair on her head, I'm in wonder of this person we created from the briefest time we loved one another. That's if you could count us as ever being in love at all. "Let's get a tea while the doctors make their checks. How are you feeling today? Did you manage to get any sleep last night?"
My attention falls on Rebekah's mother beside me, who'd gone through a hell of a time for two days to bring her safely into the world. Louise's mental and physical strength had been incredible to witness, that even with her messy bun and exhaustion evident from her sallow complexion, I remain awestruck by her.
Louise laughs and meets my curious glance as she follows me into the parents' room. "Sleep? I've almost forgotten what that is."
"I wish they'd let me stay to help you-"
I'm unguarded as she entwines our hands and then presses a chaste kiss against my mouth. Whether a lapse of judgment from the tiredness or high emotions, my eyes close as I lose myself in the moment to kiss her back and allow the connection to linger between our lips. I've lost count of these brief sparks of intimacy she's instigated in these quiet hours alone since I allowed her to kiss me when our baby arrived.
Or was it I who stupidly initiated that kiss in a haze of teary-eyed relief?
I hadn't felt anything for her in months, and still nothing flickers within me. However, the uncomfortable truth is that we'd made a good team while I soothed her through the difficult labour, held her against me, and murmured gentle encouragement when it seemed too much. She had no one else to rely on, not even her family, who still hadn't visited to check on her wellbeing. It wouldn't be hard to misinterpret that support for something more, and I can't help but feel that we've grown closer without the involvement of others.
There's a light rapt on the door as my father interrupts us from our entanglement. I don't know how long he's been lurking in the corridor, possibly listening to us before choosing his moment. Still, the tension building between us can be cut with a knife. "I thought I'd pop in before dropping Matt at work. How are you both doing?"
Louise beams, glowing red across her cheeks as we break apart. "Much better, so she might be rooming in with me tonight. Doctors are doing their rounds now."
"Ah! I'd hoped to finally see her," he replies with his smile dropping in disappointment. "But tell me, you've settled on her name, at least? All of the family are asking. We should also plan for her baptism."
"Rebekah," Louise replies, standing firm with her decision. "But, she'll take my surname for now."
"For now?" He glances at me while I make the tea in stupified silence, with an expectant look flashing across his face. "Does that mean congratulations are owed? You finally saw sense!"
Before I can correct his assumption, Louise links her arm with mine. "Actually, he hasn't worked up the nerve yet... Maybe soon if I'm lucky?"
"Why are you still dragging your feet, boy! It's your duty to provide and support your family, just like I did. If I've told you once, I've told you a thousand times that no son of mine will neglect their responsibilities. So do as you're told and sort it out."
"You're kidding, right? You do know we're not living in the seventies and eighties like you were, Dad? Having a kid doesn't automatically mean you have to rush into these things before you have the chance to know someone-"
"Oh, so it's like that, then?" My father suddenly brightens as he pulls out his phone from his pocket. "I'd still prefer an engagement when you live under one roof, but I'll try explaining it to your aunt. Let me pass on the good news."
Wait. Live under one roof? I thought I'd been saved from a mistake when he arrived, but I've now been backed into a corner by his misunderstanding and had the rug yanked from beneath me.
"Where the hell did you get that idea? We haven't discussed anything yet-" But Louise stops me from pursuing him out of the room with her hand grabbing my arm. "Why are you encouraging him when we haven't spoken about this? He's already so pig-headed that explaining anything to him is... impossible! The last thing we need is to give him the wrong idea. And don't let my family bully you into doing things you don't want. I'd rather our kid gets a decision in what they believe in than be forced into it."
Louise smiles coyly before cuddling into me. "He reminds me of someone else I know. But he is right. We'd be good together, and the only one stopping us from being happy is you. Every time I think about it, you've almost been romantic. The way you swept me off my feet and became protective over me. Then you were here for everything... No one would act like that unless they had some feelings."
"But I've already told you I'm not in the right place for a relationship," I reply, recoiling from her. If we hadn't broken up, I'd count myself blessed with what I have now, but I can't forget how badly she'd burnt me and torn me to the ground with the fake accusations and belittlement. "I think it's time we set some ground rules. We can't keep doing this every time I see you-"
"Really?" For the first time in this blissful week, Louise's tone becomes familiarly sharp, almost accusatory. "I don't see why we can't. Unless you're still seeing her?"
Her... Charlotte, who I've cowardly ignored all week to avoid the awkward questions on why I bailed on her without a word and the fact I have no time for her. Or whether it's worth trying again when I'm uncertain of what I should do. Not to mention that idiotic kiss.
Instantly, my throat tightens in guilt, and I ruffle my hand through my hair as I make my excuse. I need time to think. "Actually, I should go and find my dad. Ollie will kick off if I'm late for work tonight. It's gonna be heaving."
She continues to block the doorway. "But you kissed me first, and avoiding this won't make it go away, Matthew! It's only right that you should take responsibility for that!"
I rub my shoulder in my awkwardness as I look at her hopeful face, wishing I didn't have to relive the memory with her. But this faux, nurturing cocoon we've built around us these past few days needs dismantling, and the barriers must come back up. Even if it means I have to upset her again to do it. "You're looking far too much into it... I only kissed you because I was lonely. It's the only reason why I kissed you the night we met. It's not in me to be the person you need, and we've pretended it didn't happen, but I know you heard more than I wanted you to hear when you called me."
Predictably, she turns beet red and shuts me down. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Louise. You called me while I was having sex... That's the real me-"
"Well, she hurt you, and I don't judge you for being taken in by someone like her. Everyone makes mistakes," she replies with a dismissive shake of her head, unperturbed by my reasoning. "I know you're healing, but we can make it work as long as she's out of your life."
A smile spreads thinly over my lips. "You're missing the point... Or being deliberately obtuse. But it was all consensual with my ex, and I can never return to regular ol' vanilla like you want and be satisfied with it. I don't love you, and as much as I hate admitting that I'm like my father, I'll definitely stray. I have no desire to waste my life being tied down to one person."
"I don't care," Louise says, attempting to sniff back her tears, which fall as distracting droplets over her flushed cheeks. "All that matters is that you sleep in my bed at the end of the day and treat me like your wife. What I don't know won't hurt me."
Wow. Just wow. "Let's get one thing straight. I have no intention of ever marrying you, and I'm not attracted to you. It would be an entirely sexless relationship if we were ever together."
She rolls her wet eyes. "As if someone like you could withhold from sex."
"Yes... With you, I could. I've already said that I won't be faithful. I'll find someone else for those needs, so like I've said before, we're best being friends, and that's all."
Her hands shove against my chest, but she stops herself short from following it up with the expected slap. Fury flares in her eyes, a look that startling makes my stomach somersault with dangerous desire as I'm reminded of Charlotte. "Then I don't want to be friends. Now get out. I'm tired of you."
"Fine. I'll come back when you've had time to think about how unreasonable you're being," I snap back. "You should be thankful that I'm being upfront now rather than sneaking around when it's too late for you to change your mind."
As I slam through the double doors, I nearly collide with my father in the corridor, with his mobile dangling in his limp hand. I realise he's heard it all. And with my undesirable perversion in his eyes rearing its ugly head to him yet again, his voice is laced with revulsion. "The unreasonable one is you for not appreciating what you've got, and if I find out you're seeing that whore again, you'll have to get through me before I let you anywhere near Louise and that child. Now don't come back until you've sorted that fucking attitude out."
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I'd assumed the bar work would be easy, and the quieter shifts earlier in the week had instilled a false sense of confidence. But, even with a limited range of beer on tap, spirits, and cheap pre-mixed cocktails, there's a marked change in the pace on a Friday night. I've also messed up by clashing with both Louise and my father over something as trivial as my pride when it was unlikely that Charlotte would forgive me for ignoring her the past week.
It would have been better if I'd kept my mouth shut. As much as my father pesters me into 'taking responsibility' for Louise, there's no chance that he can physically force me to marry her. Hell, he could go as far as move her in, pay for the ceremony, and drag me up the aisle, but he can't control me like a puppet to verbally agree to take her as a wife. I should have sucked up his criticism and then ignored it instead of doubling down during a time that I need to prove myself. I don't know when she'll allow me to be around her next.
In my distraction, I almost don't notice the familiar face of my malevolent ex-mistress staring back at me as she holds out a crisp twenty. The dark, vampire-red lips curve into a sexy, sardonic smile. "Hi. I'll have a Jack and Ginger. Plenty of ice."
My eyes widen as my gaze lowers to her jaw-dropping black, figure-hugging lace dress, then back to her red-lined, hardened eyes. I know she's aware my situation has changed from Becka, although it's ridiculous to believe she's actually here for me. A chance encounter to redeem myself? Excitement thunders through my heart as I hand over her drink, followed by her change, which I place directly into her palm. Sparks of anticipation jolt within me as I dart the first thing that comes to mind, "I didn't expect to see you here. How are you doing?"
It's a ridiculous question, and she says nothing, instead choosing to drain her cup. Her dignity won't let her admit that she'd waited endlessly for me to show that day and then the day following that. I've already had the earful from an irate Becka, adding to my reluctance to contact her.
My head lowers with shame as I find myself unable to continue meeting her beautiful eyes. That usually penetrating, lethal gaze of hers feels unfathomably melancholic and lonely. I've hurt her. I'd knowingly chose Louise over her, not to mention the earlier kiss remaining on my lips and replaying in agonising detail. "I know you're mad at me, and I don't blame you. You were rightly worried I'd do something like this and drop the ball with us, but Louise needed me. If you want to move on, I'll understand... I won't make this harder on you."
"You're seriously going to say that to me?" she sneers, slamming the now empty plastic cup on the counter so hard that it bounces to the floor. "I want you to fight for me! I want to hear that you can't live without me, Matt, and to beg for another chance at us... This is indifference. It's pathetic!"
Her words sting deep, and I'm at a loss for poorly rehearsed excuses. "I-I'm sorry. I've missed you, but I've just been so busy, and I still don't have my phone back, so I couldn't call. And I've been so afraid of trying to make it up to you... Can we talk once my shift ends so I can try to explain?"
She blinks at me, then drops her stare with dismissal. "Just forget it. I'm only here to have fun and get fucked, and I don't care by who-"
"Then, would you care if it was with me? Even if it's just for tonight."
"You?" My heart skips a beat as her dark eyes switch on to me again, incredulous by my emboldened response spilling out thoughtlessly. "I thought you had that lame wife and kid shtick now. The whole head-over-fucking-heels, rushing up the altar shit."
I shake my head, desperate to keep her long enough to talk. "It's not like that! It'll never be like that. I want you no matter what anyone says."
Then she tosses her lustrous black locks as she turns away, mumbling a reply, "Maybe. I'll think about it."
For almost an hour, I remain captivated as she dances with reckless abandon in the mosh pit with the fragility of a stunning yet toxic black hellebore buffeted in a hurricane. Drinks are flying, and the discarded cups are kicked around by the stomping, drunk revellers. But she remains dancing alone, without a pause for another drink, even as Discharge's guttural politics and distorted guitars whip the mob of aggressive bodies to a heightened frenzy.
Eventually, the tempo of the music changes, and the mood shifts as The Misfit's Helena plays. Like an exotic dancer, Charlotte holds my attention as she performs her erotic display, using the sensuality of her hips swaying seductively to the beat and her hands palming her body to keep me salivating. It's only as she teasingly pulls at the hem of her thigh-length dress and flashes me a glimpse beneath the taffeta that I quickly learn she's entirely nude beneath the thin lace material.
"Join me," the siren mouths in open invitation, coaxing me towards her on the dancefloor with her index finger. Her sexy, rouged lipstick would look delightful smeared around my long-neglected cock, and fifty different ways of fucking her through to Sunday pop through my skull.
Fuck. I'm doomed.
"I'm warning you now to not go there if you care what's good for you. She'll break you," Ollie says, elbowing me painfully in the arm as he eyes her warily. "But from that lovestruck, pathetic puppy look on your face, I guess you already know her."
Mortified by being caught, I busy myself with wiping the bar I've been repetitively cleaning the past ten minutes, but I find myself glimpsing back at her and smirking. She's a delight to watch, with her hands now lewdly stroking over her spectacular, partially exposed breasts while she sings along to The Damned. No one can deny she isn't the hottest woman here right now. "I wouldn't say no if she still wants me..."
He glances at his watch, then throws me a bone. "Go on, take a break. But, twenty minutes tops and be discrete."
I want to whoop for joy as I saunter over, threading through the lustful crowd pairing up and getting off near the night's end. It would be foolish to date her again, but I yearn for her vicious brand of love with every fibre of my being. Nothing has come close to the satisfaction I achieve from being toyed with and fucked by her. Something Louise and my father would never understand. But, from the lascivious glances around the dancefloor towards her, I must step up my game to earn a chance at a sordid night between her thighs and hear her call out my name.
"So, have you decided that we can talk now?" I murmur, curling an arm around Charlotte's narrow waist from behind and pulling her into a slow dance. "You look so sexy tonight that I can't keep my eyes off you."
She throws her head back in a cackle of laughter as I spin her into my arms, then press my crotch against her firm arse. "Hm... I still don't know if you deserve the chance. Perhaps you should beg me to forgive you in bed first?"
My breath catches in arousal. "Well, to tell you the truth, I've been thinking about how I want to rip off your clothes and fuck you right here."
"Even with an audience?" She presses her lips to my ear conspiratorily as her head falls against my shoulder, allowing her messy, sweat-sheened hair to tickle my neck. "Maybe I can think about it while you give me a reminder?"
On the darkened dancefloor, to the crooning of Joey Ramone, my hand slips beneath her mini-dress and over her smooth, bare mound as I hold her against me. She's wet already from her own teasing, and her fluids drip down her bare thighs while I play, rubbing along the nub of her clit and labia. My cock fully hardens to her groans, and her palm now frisking up my untucked shirt, then under my waistband.
"Shh... We'll get caught if you moan too much," I murmur into her neck while I kiss her, gliding my other hand across her chest. Wearing no bra, the softness of her breasts are fully palpable, and with her erect, cherry-like nipples poking through the sheer material of her dress between my fingers, my tongue licks my bottom lip at the memory of suckling at her bosom. I could easily unzip my jeans and then finish the both of us here, but I'd rather take my time to fully enjoy everything her body offers tonight. "Or maybe I'd like us to be caught so everyone knows you're mine?"
"I've never been yours..." she growls back ineffectively. "It is I who owns you."
With my thumb, I tilt her chin to kiss her possessively on her smudged, parted lips. This is like a dream after so long apart, and if it is, I hope to never wake up. "Heh, you can believe that all you want, beautiful. But right now, you're a puddle in my arms. Perhaps I shouldn't be handing it over too easily."
Her body writhes against mine as I lift the hem up on her dress and thrust my fingers deeply within her beneath the shadows. I'm growing harder by the second as we kiss again, and my clothed cock rubs along her moist, bared slit. I'm fast losing the grip of my control, the guise of slow dancing together slipping as we blatantly touch each other. "Fuck me... Put it in and do me..."
"You sound desperate... really, fucking desperate for it," I say, raggedly exhaling between my teeth as I lower my fly. "Maybe you should ask me nicely?"
Her voice is husky as I nip at her ear and suck the snagged lobe. "Don't you dare tease me... Keep going. Ah!"
The naked head of my cock slides between her thighs, guided by my fist, and then I stroke over her engorged clitoris, circling the movements while I'm coated in her profuse, slippery fluids. I want to bury myself inside her, and Charlotte's eyes close as I bring her to the precipice, using myself as a toy, with her deepening moans almost undoing me. It's clear she very much wants me to continue, but the lights are no longer as dim as they were.
In a state of undress, I lead us to a booth and guide her onto my lap, draping her arms loosely around my shoulders. I shouldn't be doing this with her, and it's not just my dad who's going to flip out, but my draw to this passionate yet fierce woman can no longer be ignored. I want her, and bizarrely, she still wants to be mine despite my circumstances.
"This is a different side to you," she breathes huskily as I tear down the front of her dress and suckle a hardened nipple between my teeth. "You're a man possessed... Ah!"
I can do nothing but blink at her in adoration as I trail my tongue to her other breast and leave my mark with a lovebite on the fullness of her chest. Bitterness spreads over my tastebuds at discovering the exotic eau de parfum she's applied liberally along the collarbone. Still, I'm unperturbed as I claim her again, then lavishly suck upon her neck.
I've built this moment up in my mind countlessly. Jacked off to it and photos of us in the lonesome hours of the night. Still, none of those ideas come close to shagging on a sticky, beer and fag-ash congealed pvc couch to the Sex Pistol's Pretty Vacant, with the devil-may-care attitude of a rock 'n' roll superstar. Yet, I also never fantasised about us being eye-fucked by a green-mohawked crust punk while he gets a sloppy blowie from a Blondie-lookalike bombshell beneath the table. With a hardened countenance so waxy and weather-beaten that he can't be a day under sixty or heard of the miracle of skin protection, I fear his cum face will wane my ardour if I'm not shanked by his eight-inch spiked new rock boots beside me first.
However, the fear of that vanishes quickly. The spicy warmth of ginger tingles on my tongue, cheeks and gums as Charlotte uses her full weight to force me beneath her and pin me down. I crave her, and it's more than her intoxicating breath, exhaling life into me that I need. My fingers roam and slip from around her hips to between her thighs to play with the wetness dripping over my cock. I've never had the privilege to touch her as freely as this, and it's evident that I'm not getting my formidable domme tonight, but rather a softer, sensual woman desperate for adoration and love.
We continue to kiss, our teeth almost clashing in hunger for each other as we hold back the desperation to strip off the remainder of our clothes. I want to get carried away with her, and although I need the job more than my need to get off, it's obvious what we're doing beneath the frills of Charlotte's skirt. Still, that minor distinction between full nudity is likely the only reason we haven't been turfed out on the street already by my boss.
But that patience is unravelling.
Charlotte's pussy rubs in circles over my smooth helmet, and then she arches back, tilting her hips as my thickened cock enters and fans open the silken petals of her labia. I can tell from her pained whimpers that I'm almost too well endowed, but like always, we perfectly mould together as our bodies move and grind in harmony.
"Fuck me... I've missed this," I growl, wrapping my hands around her creamy thighs to thrust deeper to the hilt. Thank fuck this is only a quickie, or I'd be appalled by my performance.
Raising the skirt on her dress so I can see everything, I massage her clit and parted lips with my thumbs before plunging inside to increase the fullness. She's slick, almost gushing with desire as I probe further with my fingers, and her legs shiver with tension.
"Matthew... I need to... M-more, baby. You're making me feel..." she gasps throatily, now tugging firmly on my throbbing balls. With her climax, she undoes the last of my resolve as her cunt vigorously contracts and milks me, drawing every drop from my cum-filled, sacks. A white light flashes behind my eyes as they roll back, but I remain buried and thrust within her as my cock pulsates to her final tremors.