Tucking her hair behind her ear, she took a seat at the counter. He handed her a cup of coffee.
"Is this what happens after a one night stand?" she asked and then wished she could take it back.
"No. Usually I wake up and the woman is gone. This isn't a one night stand." He plated up the food and brought it over to her. "I hope you're hungry. I've made plenty."
On her plate were bacon, hash browns, eggs and beans.
"I usually only have toast or cereal."
"Most of the days you aren't recovering from fucking with me for most of the night.
Would she ever get use to his gruff language?
Picking up her fork, she dove in, surprised that she finished it all. She stayed in her seat as he cleaned away the dishes. It felt odd watching him do all the work while she sat and did nothing.
"Right, do you want to take in a movie?"
Mandy smiled and followed him to his small sitting room.
Her morning started innocently enough. He put on some action movie with chasing cars and gun fights. She was bored up until he grabbed her and seated her in his lap.
"What about your film?" she asked.
"I've got a sexy woman in my lap. I don't care about the movie." He pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her bare for him to touch.
Dan took one nipple into his mouth and fingered the other. She moaned and arched her back.
"That's it, give me those luscious tits," he growled.
The movie was forgotten.
He turned her so he had perfect access to her chest. She watched every touch and lick as he attended her breasts.
Her nipples were sensitive from the night before and with each tug, it sent a bolt of lightning to her pussy.
"I've got to have you now." Dan took them to the floor and pulled his sweat pants down in one smooth action.
Mandy was already wet from the attention to her breasts. He quickly pulled on a condom and ran his cock through her slick folds and thrust to the hilt inside her body.
They made love on the sitting room floor. The sound of guns blasting was drowned out by the moans and cries of their love making. Dan took her to new heights. Showing her and teaching her how her body could be used for the ultimate pleasure.
She gave him everything and in return, he gave her the weekend of a lifetime.
Chapter Six
All too soon, his weekend with her was coming to a close. Dan liked the fact she wore his shirts to walk round the house. They ordered takeout and pigged out in front of the television and spent the nights making love.
He wrapped his arms around her, nuzzled her neck, when his door suddenly opened and closed.
"Dan, where the fuck did you go?"
Dan cursed and pulled Mandy behind him. Great, not the best way to tell his best friend he was sleeping with his sister.
"What's going on?" she asked, but he ignored her. He couldn't deal with this right now. Having Mandy in his life meant more to him than a quick fuck, and he knew Rick would take it the wrong way.
"That's my fucking sister, you bastard. This is how you're getting revenge? By going and screwing my sister?" Rick demanded. He stood in the sitting room. His hands clenched into fists at his side.
Dan wished he'd told her the truth about who he was. Her brother barging in on their time together had twisted everything.
"What's going on? Rick, how do you know him?" she asked.
"He's the man I skipped out of town with. The one I was getting into trouble with." Dan knew she hadn't seen much of him, but the years away with all the letters she used to send to her brother had kept him sane. He didn't want Mandy to hate him.
"Wait. You're the guy who always caused trouble? Who caused so many problems?" she asked.
Dan didn't want to answer. His time with Mandy was coming to an end, and he wasn't prepared to accept it.
"You used my sister to get back at me for sleeping with the girl you wanted?" Rick demanded. "That's a new low even for you."
"Wait. Wait. What the hell is going on?" she asked. Dan glanced at Rick and then at the girl who'd come to mean so much to him.
"I swear this has nothing to do with that."
"Right. I heard what happened from Bill. You went to the bar and zeroed in on Mandy. Took her home. Are you going to include that crap in your little black book?" Rick asked.
Dan wanted to hit him. That crap was behind him and had been for some time. He would never do that to Mandy. She was the only reason he'd come back home. Even if she had no idea who he was, he'd done nothing but think about the woman who wrote all the letters to Rick.
"What?" she asked and turned to look at him. Tears were in her eyes, and he felt like he'd been kicked in the gut. He hated being the cause of those tears.
"That was a long time ago."
"Yeah? Do you want to tell her how you rated women on size and performance? How about the points system you use to rate them? They got a ten if they swallowed and a five if they didn't?"
"Enough," Dan shouted. He hated hearing about his old days. They were gone, and he wished he'd never done anything like it.
"Mandy, I swear I would never do that to you." He went to touch her, and she pulled away. Tears streamed down her face.
"If you touch me, I'll kill you," she put her hand up to ward him off. "That's why you came to my table? That's why you took me?"
Dan knew she was going to hit him, and he didn't fight it. The sound of her hand hitting his cheek echoed off the walls. His face stung and he knew there would be a red handprint.
"Will you take me home?" she asked Rick.
He had to watch as she gathered her clothes and left. She didn't even bother to look back.
"I swear it wasn't like that," he said to Rick.
"I don't care. Mandy wasn't yours to take. She deserves better than to be fucked and dumped," Rick closed the door behind him.
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Mandy sat in the car and watched her brother approach. She couldn't look him in the eye after the beautiful weekend she'd just spent having her world tossed around. Rick got in the car and started the engine.
"Don't. I don't need the stern talking to. I know what I did was wrong and stupid. Just keep your big brother speech to yourself," she said as he turned to her.
She took one last glance at Dan's front door as Rick pulled away. She stared at her hands, and in her mind, she replayed the weekend. Dan had made her feel like a beautiful, desirable woman.
The most significant memory was stripping in front of him. His poignant words struck a chord with her.
"Maybe what you need to do is be outrageous. Do some sexy dancing in a skimpy outfit and see the men drool. I'd love to see you showing this body off." Dan had played some music while she'd stood with nothing on but his shirt.
"Dance for me, Mandy."
The music had brought her to life. Her body a conduit of energy. She'd danced, and they'd made love. He'd held her against the wall as he pounded her body into completion.
"What are you thinking?" Rick brought her out of her thoughts.
"Nothing." Never would she tell her brother that her feelings for Dan had changed so drastically from Friday night through Saturday and Sunday and by Monday, she was in love with him.
She'd survive the humiliation she would feel in front of her family. She didn't know if she'd survive the pain.
Chapter Seven
He couldn't think. He couldn't sleep. Dan was being driven mad by the image of a little brown-haired vixen. She avoided him around town and didn't answer his calls. Dan had never had to work at getting a woman before.
Mandy meant so much more to him than a shag. When Rick had closed the door, he'd watched them pull away from the street. Disgusted with himself, he found the black book and burned every page. Why did he ever think keeping a book of conquests would be a good thing?
It had been three weeks since he'd seen Mandy. Every week worse than the last.
He ordered a strong coffee at the diner and winced as the bright lights hurt his eyes. The only way of dulling the pain had been to drown his sorrows in a whisky bottle.
The waitress came back swaying her hips and showing an absurd amount of cleavage as she handed him his coffee.
"Hi, Dan," she said in a smoky voice.
Shit. He couldn't deal with this now.
"Go away."
"But … "
"Sweetheart, I don't care and I don't want to know. I want to drink my coffee in peace."
The woman walked away in a huff.
"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day you'd turn down a woman," Rick said, sitting down opposite him.
"If you're here to gloat or whatever, save it," Dan picked up his drink and took a gulp, not caring about the burn.
"Mandy is miserable."
"She won't take any of my calls, so I imagine she's getting over it," Dan winced.
"You're being an asshole. The bad boy biker strikes again and all that shit. But I've been thinking. You never gave me back those letters I left with you. Mandy means more to you than those other women?" Rick asked.
Dan didn't bother answering. Rick knew the answer.