EroticReverie

Javier Santos

Lark Avery, is still the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Five foot seven, blonde hair, those big blue eyes, and the most tempting curves I've ever laid eyes on. Maybe because when I'd first laid eyes on her, she was merely seventeen, and said curves weren't allowed to be fucking touched, or to be thought of in all the ways i'd thought of them. But I meant what I'd said to her that day I found her in that shit fucking dumpster fire of a "home". I didn't fuck around with teenage girls. I'd seen her, in nothing but that dingy t shirt, terrified for her fucking life, curled up, shaking after that fucking shit bag Thomas had tried to rape her. I just saw her, and knew I had to save her. Something that pretty deserves a better life than the one she'd been dealt. I had no idea what landed her there at the time, but in time I'd learned I was right. Lark Avery deserved more than what the world had given her. 

"What are you doing here?" her voice is soft, her big blue eyes blinking at me as if I'm a hallucination. Her blonde ponytail moves as she shakes her head as if trying to clear the vision of me from in front of her. 

"I missed you , little bird." I say as I pull my hands from my suit jacket and raise my brow at her. A long breath leaves her lungs and those pretty eyes shine with unshed tears as she smiles and breaks into a run. I open my arms and let her jump up and into them as hers fly around my neck and her pretty face buries itself into my neck. 

I hug her tightly , exhaling and closing my eyes, my hand lifting to her hair, clenching it in my hands as I lay my head over hers and nudge my cheek against her hair. 

"God, I've fucking missed you." I breathe out then inhale deeply, taking in her scent. She's crying against my neck, squeezing me tighter, and I smile as she pushes up off her toes, making me release her hair, both hands reaching down, grabbing the back of her thighs and hoisting her up, and I try to ignore the way my dick starts to harden at the feel of her perfect body wrapped around me. 

"I missed you too" she chokes out a little cry.

I knew that Lark and I had an underlying tension those two years she stayed with me. I hadn't let myself truly feel it , until just a few months before she'd left. I'd called my ex, Gabriella crazy, when she kept telling me she knew that something was going on between me and Lark. There hadn't been. I'd never touched Lark, never laid a fucking finger on her, other than an occasional hug, or playful poke. She was far too young, and I refused to take advantage of her. Lark Avery is fucking stunning, she was the day I saw her, and has been every day since, but that didn't mean I was going to try to stick my fucking cock in her, no matter how much my cock wanted it. 

I knew Lark had a thing for me, that I'd purposely ignored, because I might be a drug dealer, might be scum to most people, but I was still good. I was good where I could be. Which meant I didnt harm women or children. That included screwing pretty little things named Lark Avery. She'd had enough bullshit happen throughout her life, and not only did I not want to be a fucking bastard for screwing around with a young girl, I also knew, she deserved better than that. I wanted only good things for her. So I wasnt going to ruin her by laying her down and fucking her gorgeous body. Plus, I was with Gabriella at the time, who...I'd thought I loved. I supposed Gabriella was right , in her own way. There was something going on with Lark Avery, but i'd been dismissing it, trying to do right by Lark, right by me, right by Gabriella. 

The day Lark told me she was leaving, I'd asked her several times to stay. 

"I can't stay Javier. You know I can't." she'd said everytime. Without explaining further, because neither of us needed her to. 

I'd been depressed for the first time in my fucking life after she'd moved across the country. I blamed myself for just how fucking far she moved away. As if she needed to get as far away from me as she could. I drank for three weeks straight after that, and haven't been the fucking same since. Gabriella cried herself to sleep for the next several months, because we didn't talk about why I was acting different, we both knew why I was drinking, why I couldnt fucking get it up for her anymore. 

Months had passed, eventually I got "over it" , which just meant I was back to pretending I didn't want Lark. Eventually I got better at pretending, eventually I let Gabriella plan our wedding. Then the closer the wedding got, the harder it got to pretend. I started drinking again...and that's when Gabriella left. She was pissed, she was hurt, and I didnt blame her. She'd begged me to love her, begged me to let her know what she could do to make me love her . But there was nothing. Because she wasn't Lark Avery. I didn't need to say it. She knew.

"When are you done with work?" I ask Lark, still holding her thighs, the black skirt thats part of her uniform, making me want to slip my hands to her ass and grab it, making me want to reach between us, throw my zipper down and rip her panties to the side and sink my dick into her. I inhale deeply against her hair, my cock growing harder by the second. 

"I..I have to work till nine" she says, sniffling, and pulling back, and I about die at the sight of her. She's beautiful, so fucking beautiful , even with wet cheeks, and those pretty blue eyes glistening with tears. 

"Take the day off." I say. 

"I need the money." she sniffs. 

"I'll give it to you. Tell me what you need little bird and it's yours." I say and she shakes her head. 

"I could just take you, you know...throw you into the suv, and take you home with me." I say, joking and she rolls her eyes. 

I smile softly and lower her slightly, and then kiss her cheek. 

"Alright, I'll be right out here then, until you're done." I say. 

"That's five hours away" she says with another eye roll.

"I don't care." I say and slip her down further to set her down and her breath hitches when I forget to carefully avoid the erection in my pants as I lower her. 

Neither of us say anything as she's back on her feet and then steps back and looks away. 

"I um....I have to go back in." she says and looks back at me, her cheeks flushing red and I nod. 

"Of course. I'll be here." I say and she licks her lips and then chews her lower one nervously.

"Lark" a voice calls to her from the back door as it opens and her head turns, my eyes lifting to a man about my age, maybe a bit younger, shorter than me, about Avery's height. With meat head muscles and a bunch of shitty tattoos. 

"You got a table babe" the guys says and immediately I feel my fingers flex, curling into fists and then reopening. 

"Who's this?" the guy nods at me, looking at me up and down. 

"This is Santos." she says and the guy stops chewing the toothpick in his mouth, and she must have told him plenty about me, or enough to have him dropping his tough guy act. 

"Table eight." the guy says to her and she looks back to me. 

"I'll...see you later?" she says and I nod. Then she turns as the guy, stands in the doorway, barely moving as she slips through the door , her body pressing against his, his hand swinging down to catch her waist and she stops and looks at him.

"what?" she asks and he says nothing, leans down and steals a kiss from her. Lark jerks her head back slightly, and I roll my eyes at his attempt of pissing all over her like a dog with a fire hydrant.

She kisses him back though, then pushes at his chest as she passes the rest of the way and shakes her head at him with a little eye roll and then looks slightly at me, her cheeks flushing and then turning into restaurant out of view. 

I'm surprised that the guy steps out after Lark is out of view and closes the door behind him, I watch him light up a cigarette and I casually shove my hands into my pockets.

"You must be the boyfriend." I say and he smiles, his lips curiving on one side, the other side holding his cigarette. 

"Yup." he says. "She told you bout me huh?" 

"Not really." I say and stroll towards him casually, his tough guy facade breaking a bit more and more the closer I get. 

"but I'm guessing , she's told you about me, hasn't she?" I ask with a smirk. 

"Not really." he challenges me, throwing my own response back at me and I chuckle slightly, looking him up and down. 

"Well, allow me to enlighten you." I say and slip my hands out of my pockets, his eyes going to my hands as I rub them together, his eyes going over all of my tattoos and rings on my fingers. 

"you hurt her, and i'll fucking end your life....and i've killed men for a lot less...but that girl in there....she's family....and i'll do anything for her....you understand?" I step closer and the ash on his cigarette grows, sprinkling all over his shirt as the cigarette sits there as he trembles slightly. 

He gulps and nods. "yeah man" he says. 

"Good." I say with a smile. "And you better hope , for the sake of your lungs, that you're not the reason she started smoking, or I'm going to rip your lungs from your chest with my bare fucking hands." I say and he turns whiter than he already is.

"I..I didnt." he says.

"Mm." I nod. "Good." I nod again. 

"Nice meeting you." I say, and turn and walk back to the SUV.