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I could feel that wave building. Every muscle in my body felt like it was constricting. Just as I reached down for Danny’s belt buckle, a loud siren rang throughout the building.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he groaned. Immediately, he pulled away from me - hands and all. Voices began to grow louder and there was a lot of commotion outside the door. I noticed the bulge in his pants, surprised I had that much of an effect on him and bad that he'd now have to leave before doing something about that.
Danny looked over at the door and then back to me. “Just wait till we leave before…”
“Just go.” I shrugged my shoulders and watched as he carefully opened the door, checked that the coast was clear, and slipped out. As the door closed and I could hear his voice amongst the chaos outside, I hopped down from the table, my legs jelly, and reached across to the left of the door and quietly flipped the lights off.
Jack and Tripp were none the wiser that I had left the house when I returned about a half-hour later. I was amazed how they were obliterated from the poker game and Danny was perfectly fine to do that to me, and then go fight a fire. To be honest, I hadn’t really noticed if he had been drinking. There was no sense in trying to finish myself off, the moment was lost I just peeled all my clothes off, tossed on a nightgown and tried to go to sleep.
I woke up the next morning to a one-word text message: sorry. I wasn’t even sure how to respond. Instead of leaning into what didn’t happen, I asked if everyone was okay, and about the fire. There was a big accident out on the highway leading away from town and they had been called to help respond. Three fatalities - sad. I just replied, “Yes it is.”
It was a rare weekend - no charters scheduled on Saturday - so the fellas could head in and open the shop. I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the two of them getting reading, banging about the kitchen making coffee, and eventually leaving.
An early fall day, I just bummed around the house, doing laundry and trying to figure out how not to keep replaying last night in my head. It was nearly impossible. Since I moved back, I hadn’t dated, hadn’t done much other than work and fall into the same groundhog day existence that defined most of my teen years. It was hard not falling back into the person you were here for so many years. When I left and went to college and eventually out on my own, I was more confident and sure of myself. Here, not so much for some reason. There was a sense of apathy in just being a townie.
Sunday afternoon was the fire department’s corn roast, their annual fundraiser, which the whole town seemed to attend. Jack and Tripp had a charter that morning, so I got to mind the shop. It was actually busy - seemed like everyone was downtown milling around just waiting for the festivities to begin. I caught myself looking out the big picture window across the street, looking for Danny among the firemen setting up the tables and tents, but I never saw him. As the morning lingered on, I started to hope I wouldn’t see him. I didn’t want to go through the awkward conversation, the discussion of whether we should pick up where we left off, was it a mistake - all of it. And I didn’t want to be blown off, ignored, because that would be hurtful, embarrassing.
Around three, it seemed like things were kicking off at the Corn Roast and I was hoping Jack and Tripp would return so I could close up shop and go home. Dreaming up busy work, I started to sort through the live bait, moving the older tubs of whatnot to the front of the cooler when the bells on the front door began to jingle. I looked up and saw Tripp and Danny.
“Hey, Gen.” Obviously my cousin was none the wiser because he was carrying on with Danny as they rolled into the store.
“How’d the trip go?” I asked, avoiding making eye contact, closing up the cooler and stepping over to a box of random lurers that needed sorting and hung with the inventory along the wall.
“They were mostly just out for a ride on a boat. It happens.” The pair of them leaned up against the counter next to each other. “When you closing up?” Tripp asked me.
“Aren’t you the boss?” I finally looked up and across the room at them, focusing more on my cousin’s faded green baseball cap.
“Well, close up now and come over. Dad’s got a table reserved for us and drink tickets.”
“There’s a band that starts at five,” Danny added. He smiled, and I wasn’t sure what to think of this. I really needed to stop thinking, about everything.
“Okay, well let me finish up here, go ahead.” I held the box in my hands, and gave it a quick shake so the handful of lurers rattled. “Almost finished.”
“Alright,” Tripp started to make his way to the door, “Our table is towards the back corner of the tent, near the stage.”
“Okay, thanks.” I watched as Tripp walked towards the door, then Danny. But not before he turned around and looked at me with some kind of look that I was supposed to pick up on. I just waved and turned back around to my task. I heard the door close and sighed in relief.
“Do you want to talk?”
I spun around, dropping the box when I saw Danny standing inside the door.
“Christ.” I waited a beat for my heart to slow down to a normal pace and collect my thoughts for a response. “Do we need to?”
As I bent down, Danny pleaded his case. “Genevieve, I like you and I really, really wanted things to happen the other night. I’ve been trying to…”
“Get laid?” I finished picking up the lurers and started to walk back to behind the counter and just leave the task for Monday morning. “Look, it's fine, we’ve been flirty, it didn’t work out.”
“So you’re done? That’s it?” He walked back and stood opposite me on the other side of the counter.
“Danny, come on. This was just a hook-up, right?” I started to head downstairs to double-check that the fellas had locked the shop up down there. I heard footsteps behind me. He stood at the foot of the stairs waiting as I made my rounds, locking doors and turning off lights. When I reached the stairs, he reached out for my wrist and pulled me against him, my back grazing his torso. He pushed my hair away from the right side of my neck and began to kiss it and his hands began to run up and down my sides, “Danny,” I said just as one hand grabbed a breast and another slid down the front of my jeans. Instinctively, I backed up against him and I could feel his hard cock against my ass.
I felt his fingers in the places they were the night before and tried not to react, but he was good. Gentle but intentional, he knew how to get a reaction out of me. A spasm shook my body and I reached out and wrapped my hands around the handrail. I looked around the storeroom and spotted an old seat from a boat that was out of commission. Breaking away from his grasp, I pushed him to the seat and he sat down, low to the ground. I pushed his legs apart and knelt in between them and began to unfasten his belt buckle. He joined in and unzipped his fly and arched his back to lift his ass up and push his pants and boxers down in one smooth transition. I ran my hands up the length of his thighs, Danny wove his fingers in my hair and guided my face down to the hard, erect cock in front of me. A few strokes of my hands up from the base to the head, I finally leaned forward and guided it into my mouth. A satisfied moan filled the storeroom.
I was never very confident in my abilities, especially giving oral, but something came over me. After a few minutes his hands left the sides of my head and were gripping the edge of the seat. The power I seemed to have over him for this moment began to turn me on. I was bound and determined to finish him off.
I pulled my head up and continued to stroke him with my hands, but decided I wanted to do other things for a moment. We kissed, deeply, before I dragged my lips across his chin and up to below his ear. I started sucking on his earlobe and moaned his name. He was getting harder. “What do you want Danny?”
“Fuck Genevieve, I’m close.”
"How close Danny? Do you want me to keep going?" He was so hard in my hands and I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I wanted to finish him.
I lowered my head again and took him inside my mouth and began to do everything I could think of: stroke him with my hands, swirl my tongue around him, tasting the beginnings of the eruption. His moans grew into grunts which only turned me on even more. “Mmmhmm,” I managed to say with him taking up all the valuable real estate in my mouth.
“Genevieve, Jesus...” A few seconds later, his hands gripped the seat again as he erupted inside my mouth. I quickly swallowed - it wasn’t a massive load, thankfully, but his body’s reaction - the shaking, the grunting, the stomp of his one foot on the cement floor below us. I felt like I had the upper hand now.
Danny reached down and gently guided me off his spent member and he leaned forward and kissed me even deeper than he had so far. He even pulled me against his chest and ran his hand down my back.
“Gen, I won’t do you justice right now.” He panted in my ear.
“There’s a bathroom in the corner,” I said softly in his ear. “Go clean up and we can pick up later. Go back to work.”
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