A woman that as much as I want to believe I know who she was and still is, is proving to me that she may be a world away from the girl she used to be too.
As I pull and rub my dick, drawing on her lavender smell that would hit my nose as she walked past me in the deli, or the way her neck seemed longer with her hair pulled back off of it, the onset of my orgasm begins to form. With each stroke, the vision of Sydney on her knees taking my cock all the way back in her throat has me gasping for air and yearning for release. The vision of her body bared for me to see—the good girl that might just be bad behind closed doors pulls on every temptation in my marrow and before I know it, I’m spilling my release all over the tile floor.
“Fuck,” I mutter, resting one arm and my forehead on the shower wall as I bring my heart rate back to normal. But I don’t think that after jerking off to Sydney Matthews, my mind will ever be normal again.
The next day, Cory, Trilch, and I head for the Ashwood community to work on one of the new builds. I do a damn good job of pushing Sydney from my mind, focusing on pounding nails, positioning boards, and getting the frame of the house ready for plywood sheets to prepare for stucco and brick work on the outside. We work in sync throughout the long, humid day, taking rests when needed. And as five o’clock approaches, a red convertible Mustang goes cruising past, stopping at the mail boxes down the road.
I swear my eyes play tricks on me as the smooth legs of the driver appear underneath the open driver’s side door, but when she stands, I have no more doubts about the siren in front of me.
Sydney Matthews places a key in one of the boxes, standing on her white heels in a red pencil skirt and white blouse with her hair pulled away from the front of her face.
“Damn, güey.” Trilch comes up beside me as Cory joins and we all enjoy the vision in front of us. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen a lady as fine as that.”
“Isn’t that the girl we saw at Russo’s?” Cory asks, turning to garner my reaction.
“Looks like it.”
“You hittin’ that?” Trilch inquires.
I scoff sarcastically and then turn back around as not to draw attention to how much seeing her is rattling my resolve. “Fuck, no. That woman is a nuisance.”
“Ay. But you know her, right?”
“We used to go to high school together. Now she’s just a pain in my ass.” I start gathering tools from around us and moving toward the truck to put them away. I lift my hard hat from my head and use my bandana to wipe away the sweat, turning just slightly in my stance to see if Sydney is still standing there, and she isn’t. As I turn around fully, I notice her car is pulling away from the mailboxes and cruising up the street, where she turns into the driveway of a residence I know a family lives in. We’ve been on this site for weeks now, so it becomes a habit to scope out the people that come and go around you.
“Damn. Maybe you can try to smooth things over though? Because I’d hate to see you pass up a piece of pussy that looks like that.”
I twist abruptly and glare in Trilch’s direction. “Don’t fucking talk about her like that!”
“Easy, güey. No need to get testy.” He throws his hands in the air and I continue to stand there, my pulse firing rapidly in my veins.
“Women aren’t just for their pussies, alright? It fucking pisses me off when I hear men talk about that. Until you realize what women have to face on a day to day basis, being treated like a goddamn piece of meat, I don’t ever want to hear you talk about them like that in front of me, understood?”
My reaction may seem like it’s coming out of left field to Trilch and Cory, but watching my sister be raped by her ex-boyfriend while she was unconscious is an image that will never leave my mind, and it reminds me why women need men in their lives to protect and respect them. And if I have to teach every other fucker I come across to change their way of thinking to that to, then that’s what I’m going to do.
“Alright, Javi. I get it, man. Jesus.” Trilch blows out a breath and stalks off as Cory comes up closer to my side.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fucking fine,” I grate out, throwing scraps of wood into the bed of the truck.
“If you say so. But hey. It’s Friday. Wanna join us at Gibson Brewery tonight?”
I shake my head. “No thanks, man. Good work today though.”
We finish up and I drive the guys back to the office and yard for Gibson Construction, ruminating on how angry I got at Trilch’s reaction to Sydney.
Was it really just because he was disrespecting her? Which he was.
Or was there more to my outburst than just the need to reprimand him for his remark?
Part of me does think it was something else—and I’m not sure if I’m ready to admit just exactly what that was.
Chapter 9
Sydney
Nothing like a splitting headache and waking up to the start of your period to ruin your Monday. Of course, the dinner with my parents yesterday left me with pounding temples before I went to bed—I was just hoping they would have subsided when I woke.
Every weekend my parents invite me over for dinner, especially since my brothers left for college four years ago. And now that they’re almost done with school, I anticipate that they’ll be forced to attend the
