My Brother's Best Friend Ch. 05

Shawn follows me to the door as I slide on my skate shoes and grab keys, wallet and shades.

"Do I get a love you?" his eyes are so mischievous.

"Of course!" I throw my arms around him and we share a deep kiss. Leaving me frustrated that I have to leave right now. "I love you." I whisper, looking up into those deep green eyes.

"Love you so much." he squeezes me and I walk out the door and get in my car. We wave at each other and I turn over Chicken. Or Kylling. Much better in Norwegian.

I get to work with minutes to spare.

My boss is in the back when I come in the door and my coworker Janet is manning the front.

"Morning Feline!" Janet waves as I scurry in the back and throw my stuff in my locker, wrapping a Luna's apron around me.

"Morning Janet! How's it been?" I come out, tying my apron on and smoothing it out.

"Hectic. You'll probably get swamped for lunch!" Janet starts to take her apron off, her shift over now. "Paul's in back, just getting more medium cups. We ran out, out front again." she nods.

I adjust my necklace. The one I haven't removed since Shawn put it on me. It's absolutely beautiful. I don't plan on ever taking it off.

"How's lunch supplies?" I ask Janet. Finally presentable as I punch in my clock.

"Soup's in the fridge. Gonna need to do a fair amount of prep on the sandwiches. I were you, I'd get Paul up here on til. You're way faster than he is." Janet throws her apron in the laundry bin and goes to her locker to fetch her car keys and purse.

"Noted. Will do." I smile and start taking stuff out of the fridge in the back.

"Have a good day. See you on Wednesday." Janet waves.

"Have a good day Janet!" I wave back, beginning to slice up red onion.

Luna's cafe had a fairly simple menu. Homemade wraps, sandwiches and soups for the most part. Coffee, smoothies, and lots of baked treats and pastries. Usually there was a lunch special. Like today it was grilled salmon and fried red onion sandwich on ciabatta bread with homemade spread and some capers and a yam, carrot and sage soup. With a dollop of sour cream. I pull out the soup that Janet would have made at 6 this morning and turn on the stove and start heating it up.

My boss and owner of Luna's, Paul, comes out of the back room finally. Towers of to-go cups in hand.

"Feline. Hi honey." Paul's a kind man. Everyone is honey and sweetheart to him. "I'm glad you're here. I need you in the kitchen today ok?"

I smile, knowingly. For a man who owns a cafe, cooking is not his forte. Ask him to make you any kind of coffee or smoothie under the sun though, he'll make it, to perfection!

Janet was right. We got swamped for lunch and several hours after. I am beyond glad that I had made extra salmon and sliced more ciabatta bread than I was sure we'd need. There isn't any soup left by the time Paul changes the sign over to tomorrow's specials.

The rest of the day goes smoothly, and easily. I'm just mopping the floor, my last chore of the night, taking advantage of the lull and hoping no one will come in before we close in ten minutes. Luna's didn't stay open past 5. And then I hear the door open.

"I thought I recognized that car." a male voice says. "Had to come in here, see if it was her."

"It's the chick with the Firebird!" I hear his friend say. The same friend from last night.

"Well well well...we meet again little thing." I freeze, scared to turn around. I know that voice. I couldn't forget it if I tried.

I turn and directly behind me are 3 men. The same three from the Circle K last night.

Ted Steinberg is smiling. And it's not a nice smile. It's not friendly, sweet or inviting. It's hungry. Almost angry.

"Got beer?" one of his friends ask.

My throat is dry. But I manage to squeak out an answer.

"Coffee or tea." I say simply. Grasping my mop to me for all it's worth.

"Pfft." he exhales through his teeth, dismissively.

"So, little thing. You sure peeled outta the K fast last night. Your brother and his friends afraid of us?" Ted folds his arms across his chest and stares me down.

"They're not afraid of no one!" I tell him fiercely. Suddenly finding my voice. Say what you want about me, don't you dare say ANYTHING about Pat and his friends!

Ted's companions snicker.

"Or maybe you're scared of us." Ted steps close to me and leans down, into my personal space again, his mouth only inches from mine. I turn my face away and back up, right against a wall.

"Please just LEAVE!" I shout. My throat tight. Dry. Constricting my voice, making me squeak at the end which makes all three of the men in front of me laugh.

To my horror, Ted starts to reach for me in a way I know he means to do something gross! I shrink against the wall, shutting my eyes tight and thank God, my boss comes out of the kitchen, hearing my voice raised!

"Feline?" he's wiping his hands on towel tucked into his waist apron. "Everything alright out here?"

"Feline eh?" Ted grins, that same grin that makes me cringe inside. He backs up only about a foot as my boss approaches.

"Sexy." says one of his friends, undressing me with his eyes.

"You know these gentlemen Feline?" Paul comes over and lays a hand on my shoulder. Instantly making me feel more at ease, but not by a lot.

I shake my head no.

"O we've met." Ted nods. Barely acknowledging my boss. "Last night in fact."

Paul looks down at me, sees my panic and grimaces, then his mouth pulls into a straight line.

"Would your like to buy a coffee? Or perhaps a sandwich? If not, I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Paul stares down Ted. They're even height the two of them. God, I don't want my 60 year old boss to get into a fight with these men!

"Maybe next time." Ted runs his tongue along his upper teeth at me. I turn my head, disgusted. "See you later. Feline."

He leaves and his two friends follow. I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding.

"I'm glad you came out here. Thanks Paul." I whisper, and turn around to go back to my task.

Paul lays another hand on my other shoulder, looking down at me.

"Feline. What just happened here? Are those men harassing you?" Paul's concerned, fatherly look.

"Not really. I don't know. I went to Morro Bay with Pat and his friends last night. Just for a drive." I sigh. My boss makes me sit down and fixes me a glass of lemon water.

"And how did those men figure into this story?" he sits with me and I tell him the whole thing. We had already been out to the parking lot earlier that day so I could show him my new ride, which he loved.

Paul nods, listening to my story.

"That car is instantly recognizable." he strokes his beard, contemplating. "You should file a police report." he says at last.

"For what Paul? For words?" I mutter, downing my glass. Looking at the time. 5:22.

"O SHIT!" I jump up. "I forgot to clock out 20 minutes ago! And....I have to go I..." I stammer, taking off my apron.

"You're young and you have things to do." Paul smiles. "I really would feel a lot better about this if you at least went and talked to the authorities. Ted doesn't seem like the type to let something go."

I shake my head and grab my keys, wallet and shades.

"Thanks Paul. Sorry about the floor." I say at the door.

He waves at me. "Don't worry about it. See you Wednesday. Be safe out there kiddo."

"Thanks Paul. Bye!" I say as I shut the door.

I'm in my car and out of there so fast! Shawn hates lateness. It really irks him. And I'm super late! Fuck, I have no phone to call him!

I speed over to my boyfriend like a mental case. Narrowly avoiding a cop on the way there. Normally it takes about 10 minutes to get from Luna's to Shawn's. I made it in 5.

When I pull in to Shawn's it's almost 5:30 and he's standing on the porch, phone in hand, waiting for me. Looking worried.

I run into his arms.

"Babe, you're so late! Everything ok?" he tilts my face up to look up at him. His is filled with concern. Not an ounce of annoyance or anger.

"YES!" I lie. Then I think better of it. I'm not going to keep things from Shawn. "No." I sigh.

"Come inside." he pulls me in the house and shuts the door. Then he lays a sweet kiss on my forehead and hugs me tight. "Pat told me a story today."

I cast my eyes down. Of course, my brother would tell him. They're best friends!

"Ted fucking Steinberg." Shawn grits out. Then he sees my face when he says Ted's name. "Babe..." his eyes flash anger. "Kitten...why are you so late?"

I stare down at the floor. I can't bear to look back up into his eyes, I don't want him to see how scared I am. And I am! Violence isn't something I've been privy to much in my life. And I know how fortunate I am for that. I don't want Shawn to see my fear. I know there will be a fight. I don't want my boyfriend, my brother or any of their friends to get hurt.

"He came into Luna's today." I whisper. "Just now." I keep my eyes on the floor. Afraid I'll cry if I look up.

I feel Shawn's whole body tense.

"Feline." he says in a controlled voice. "Look at me, baby."

I look up into his eyes, and yup, I start fucking crying. He crushes me to him.

"I'm going to kill him." he says calmly. Too calmly.

I feel like an idiot as I try to reign in my fear and my tears. I squish my face into the lower half of Shawn's chest and make a mess out of his t shirt. He pets me and holds me tight.

Eventually I compose myself and pull back to look up at my boyfriend. The man I love.

"Please don't." I say. "I don't want anyone to get hurt." I whisper.

"Only one person is getting hurt." Shawn grits out. He's visibly on edge. Yet so gentle with me. "Three if his buddies try anything."

I know better than to try and tell a man what to do. Especially when they're angry. I desperately want him to leave it. But I know he won't. I know for sure he and Pat talked about it all morning.

"Come tell me what happened." Shawn guides me into the living room and sits down and takes me with him. I curl up in his lap. I tell him everything. Including the parts that Pat, Jon and Chad missed before they came out of the K last night.

With each sentence Shawn's body becomes noticeably more taught. Like an elastic pulled too tight. I try to keep emotion out of it. Just facts. The way it happened. No more or less than that. He nods, stroking my back with firm hands.

"He knows your name now." Shawn's voice is naturally deep. But when he's angry...it lowers another register. "And The Chicken." he clenches one of his hands into a fist. "Motherfucker."

He's not telling me something.

"Shawn?" his name is a question on my lips.

He sighs, forcing that fist to relax.

"He was expelled from our school when he was in 11th grade. It could never be proven in court, but everyone knows: He beat and raped a girl who was in 8th grade with Pat, the guys and I. And that wasn't the only one." Shawn's measured tone lets me know he's thinking about his words before he says them. "He likes small women. Tiny. Like you Feline."

I inhale sharply and try not to freak out.

"He beat his ex girlfriend a few years back. Those charges stuck. He's been in jail for about three years. I guess he's out now." his whole body tenses, "FUCK!" Shawn never yells, so his expletive startles the shit out of me!

He hugs me to him.

"Shit. Sorry." he apologizes. Kissing my forehead again.

I hug him tight as we sit on the couch. Shawn holding me in his lap. I wipe my tears and try to control myself. He doesn't need me being an emotional wreck right now.

"I came here to take you for a sunset drive." I whisper to him.

"Baby." he kisses me so gently. "You want to stay here? We don't have to go anywhere."

I shake my head.

"We're not going to let some jerk ruin our date." I announce and stand up. "I need to change."

Shawn smiles at me as I take my t shirt off in front of him and grab my bag and throw on a band shirt. This one is Bauhaus. Another Aunt Lacey heirloom. Then I take my yoga pants off, stained with coffee and sandwich particles and pull on a pair of shorts.

"You've gotten so comfy in front of me." Shawn muses as I shed clothes without a care in the world.

I think about his words.

"That took all of 3 days." I giggle. Happy for the subject change. "I need to wash my face. Then can we go?"

"Kitten, whatever you want. I'm just along for the ride." he stretches out on the couch and I go to his bathroom, washing my face. I decide to brush my teeth too. May as well. My toothbrush is right here.

When I emerge Shawn has his shoes and sunglasses on. He's holding the door open for me.

"Have you had dinner?" I ask, in front of my car.

"Nope. I was thinking you had something in mind." he runs a hand down my arm and takes my hand, bringing it up so he can kiss the inside of my wrist. I love his soft touches and gentle kisses. He makes me smile so much.

"Ya but, you aren't allowed to use your wallet ok?" I tell him as he walks around to the passenger side of my car.

The look he gives me makes me laugh.

We get in and I drive us out of his driveway and down the street, headed for Duckie's. A local spot known for it's clam chowder, sea food, and delicious burgers and garlic fries.

When we pull in I kiss him and say, "Stay here, keep my motor running." he laughs and I dash into the restaurant.

10 minutes later I come out and he's got music playing on my stereo.

"Check it out, I got the Bluetooth running. You should be proud of me." He smiles, all boastful.

"I am. I'm immensely proud of you! That's hard work." I wink and we share a laugh.

Another 10 minutes and 2 greasy bags and 2 sodas with straws are delivered out to my car.

"Babe!" Shawn's soft voice. "I thought I told you, my girl doesn't pay!"

I shrug and take us out onto the highway.

Shawn feeds me fries as I drive up along the coast, past my house. I'm not going to Morro Bay. No way. Not ever.

By the time I take a right up the hill, he knows where we are headed. A local lookout point where teens like go make out. It also happens to have amazing views to watch the sun play on the ocean. Sunsets here are beautiful. But it'll be at least another hour and a half or so before that starts to happen.

I pull in at the very front of the point and park, turning off the engine.

Shawn and I dig into our Duckie's burgers and smile at one another. The events of this afternoon temporarily forgotten.

"What did you do today?" I ask, munching on more garlic fries.

"Left the surf at about 1:30. Then I came home and read. A lot." He groans. "I don't want to start the next year having slacked for two months. So...medical texts."

"You're so dedicated Shawn." I tell him and he shrugs.

"I know what I want." he says firmly. "That includes you." he tickles me slightly and I laugh.

We finish our burgers in mostly silence. Just enjoying each other's company and watching the sun beat down on the ocean below.

"Want to go on a drive?" I ask Shawn, throwing our trash into one bag and taking a last sip of my soda.

"Hell yes." he nods.

I start my car and back us out of the make out point.

Shawn starts the music again and soon we're on the highway, free as birds. We drive and drive and laugh and talk. Shawn's got the most horrible dad jokes ever. They are groaners. I giggle my face off at how bad they are.

Soon the sun is setting and I see a tourist spot up the road and decide to pull into it. It's mostly obscured from the highway.

"You're too far away. Come over on my lap." Shawn motions as I take my seat belt off. I instantly obey. Shawn cuddles are the best thing there is.

I sit in his lap, arm draped around his neck and we watch the sunset. Periodically, Shawn lays sweet kisses up and down my arm over to my neck. We cuddle and sit and wait until the last of the sun has slipped below the ocean horizon, leaving us in blackness. My stereo LED's casting a light blue glow on the interior of my car.

"I want you." Shawn's deep voice.

"I fuckin' want you! You always know what I'm thinking!" I say, giggling as his teeth nip my shoulder.

He chuckles and lifts my chin so he can kiss me.

O the kissing. Shawn and his kisses. Please, let me never go a day without these! There was life before Shawn's kisses. BSK and then life after Shawn's kisses. ASK. That's how I will always view my timeline.

Just now, Shawn pulls my chopsticks holding my hair and watches as it uncoils rapidly and falls over my shoulders all the way down my back ending up down behind my stick shift in a pool of black spirals.

"You like to do that." I laugh. He nods, smiling.

"It's sexy as fuck Kitten. I love your hair." he digs a hand into it and strokes several locks. between thumb and fingers.

"I love yours too." I do the same, running my hands through his silky, long waves.

"Couple long haired hippies." Shawn chuckles.

I laugh and laugh.

"It looks so cool together." I say as I bring some of our hair together, to mix. Mine black, his almost white.

"Agreed." and then he kisses me again. And again. Heating me up. Making me want more.

"We better get back to your place soon or I'm going to ride you right here Shawn." I tell him, as I kiss my way over to his ear, and slightly nip it.

His sharp intake of breath has me excited.

Shawn looks around then.

"We're all alone." he shrugs.

I laugh. I don't know if I'm willing to have sex right here on the side of the highway, even though this tourist spot is mostly obscured by trees. I think about it a moment as Shawn lays down alternating little licks and tiny bites down the side of my throat. I decide to throw caution to the wind.

"We are." I whisper, and I turn in Shawn's lap, rising so that I can pull my shorts and panties down and over one leg.

"Shit! It's like that is it?" Shawn gasps, then goes to his jeans and undoes the button and the fly, letting his already erect cock fly forth.

"I've been thinking about you all day." I tell him.

His fingers delve softly into my pussy and he instantly laughs.

"Ya you have." he's chuckling still. "This kitten, right here," he swishes his fingers quickly back and forth across my lips, my wet excitement making the motion sound lewd, and sexy. Pussy lips slapping wetly across the pads of my lovers fingers. "is positively frothing."

I giggle but it ends it a moan as Shawn slides a finger in me and uses his other hand to lift my shirt up, and finding a nipple to play with and then take into his mouth. I slide one of my thighs over his lap and bring myself face to face with my lover as he finger fucks me into ecstasy.

I grasp Shawn's huge member and he removes his fingers from me, softly. Bringing them up to his mouth to suck on them.

"You taste incredible." his eyes warn me, I am about to get the fuck of a lifetime. "Other way baby girl. Turn around. I want to try taking you from behind."

I carefully rise and turn in my car and Shawn helps me with most of it. Picking me up enough that I can sit on his lap. My back to his front.

Shawn works his long, thick member over the lips to my sex, coating them in my juices. I love the feel of him against me. The giant purple head slipping over and around my nether lips, again making the most lewd sounds come out of my pussy. Wet sounds. Sounds of deep arousal.

"Please." I beg him. "Please Shawn." he's chuckling and continues to drag just his cock head over my pussy lips, back and forth, gently tapping the head against my clitoris every few passes. Making my legs jerk and my breath hitch in my throat, gasping.

With the other hand he's got my right breast, rolling the nipple between the length of his fingers, squeezing, pulling, massaging. And yet he keeps on just sliding that giant plum head across my nether lips, over and over. Tapping that little love pearl with a gentle slap every third or fourth pass. Never consistent enough that I can anticipate when it will happen. Keeping me on the edge, leaving me gasping and crying out into the night.