The Crash Zone (The Zone Series Book 2) Page 2

  “I didn’t think yesterday, I’m really sorry.” I hang my head.

  “I understand Max, just wanted to be open with you. I can’t lie to you, you mean too much to us.” She says waving towards Dane and Lukas who are now sitting on the couch observing our encounter, but pretending to be watching television, knowing Sterling needs to tell me this stuff.

  “I know. I have no excuses. Sorry.” I acknowledge my fuck up. Sterling lost her best friend just as much as I lost my girlfriend. Damnit ex-girlfriend!

  I step in front of her, as she looks up at me I lean in for a hug. She accepts and squeezes me tightly. We say nothing for a few moments.

  “Alright. Alright. Both of you need to step back from one another. Remember Max, she’s a married woman!” Dane jokes.

  Sterling is laughing as we step away from one another and she turns to exit. I grab her arm and she looks back at me. I mouth I’m really sorry. And she nods.

  ***

  The week has gone by relatively fast, it’s Wednesday now and I’m sitting in one of the bar that’s in walking distance to my place. From the outside, it looks like any trendy bar that the young 30’s frequent in San Diego. On the inside, there’s memorabilia from each college in the state of California, which the San Diego schools being the biggest and more prominent with lighting foxed precisely over those pieces. The bar isn’t exactly a sports bar, but it’s not exactly a dive either, as it gains a decent crowd. Tonight, I’m situated in the back corner booth with an ample view of the front door, and the main big screen television, which is currently playing a commercial. There are several groups of people here tonight, as I am sitting alone watching the crowd. I’m sipping on my three fingers of scotch; I think it’s my 2nd drink. I’m still relatively sober, and I’m trying to stay that way as I browse through the crowd to find someone that would catch my attention for the evening. I need to at least portray that I’m sober, until I pick up on the chick.

  I look at my watch, it’s still early, not even midnight – so some of these women in here should be ready to flirt with a stranger, perhaps even more than flirt. I take a sip of my drink and as I lower the glass, an ass wrapped in sequins is swaying to the overhead bar music as she talks to two of her friends. I cannot see her face from where I’m sitting, but her backside is pleasurable. I lick my lips in the thought as the girl places her drink down, says something to her friends and turns and starts to walk in my direction. Not exactly to me, but the bathroom which is in the hallway to the right of where my booth is.

  Her front side is just as pleasurable as her backside is. With perky tits and a dick sucking mouth, my dick is instantly tenting my slacks. Our eyes meet and I give her my lopsided grin. She parts those lips and then rights herself and smiles back before taking the turn to the hallway. Before she opens the door to the bathroom, she pauses and looks my direction again. I can practically feel her heart beat from my seat and I lick my lips imagining that heartbeat being my dick pulsing inside her as I come. It’s been a few days, and I could use a good release.

  I scan the crowd as sequins is in the ladies room, are there any other takers tonight, just in case? Her friends have spotted me and they’re talking while looking my way. One of them is fuck-able, while the other is frumpy. Neither compare to sequins though. Speaking of the devil! She slowly walks out of the hallway with a confident swagger staring me down with a hint of a smile ghosted on her lips. Those lips! They’re covered in some sparkly lip gloss, I hate that shit as it’s so sticky, but who cares when I know what will happen soon. She walks back to her friends, who no doubt have watched me eye fuck their friend. As they are talking excitedly and looking in my direction. Sequins looks over her shoulder and then back to her friends, she grabs her drink and turns around and starts her prowl to me. Games on!

  ***

  Sequins is passed out, naked and facedown in my mattress. She told me her name, but I don’t remember it, especially right now as I’m slipping out of the bed and walking into the bathroom to shower and start my day. I try to not bring too many chicks home, since I’m sure my little brother keeps track of all of my activities. Plus, it’s not as easy to get them to leave the next morning, thank God it’s a weekday.

  I’m scrubbing the soap out of my eyes, as I feel soft breasts brush against my front.

  “I figured that I could help you wash your back.” She practically purrs as she reaches for the soap behind me.

  “Sure.” I managed to say as her hand slips down my abdomen and to grasp my dick, my waiting, hard dick.

  “While I could go for a repeat of last night escapades, time does not allow that thorough of a fucking.” I explain, moving her to be beneath the water stream.

  “What if I just used my hand? Or my mouth?” She eagerly says.

  She doesn’t strike me as the dominant type of girl. Nor do I try to continue to fuck the next morning, when I’ve already fucked the night before. But a handjob or a blowjob wouldn’t be a bad way to start the morning. It would be less work for me and this may make my morning meetings more tolerable.

  I place my hands on the tiles behind her and smile. “Whatever you want sweetheart.” I sometimes like to let them think they hold that cards. That my pleasure is in their hands, to an extent it is, but I’m just fucking away, there’s nothing in it for me other than to blow my load. Since we used 4 condoms last night, I believe my load was blown accurately last night.

  She lowers herself onto her knees and grabs my hips and pulls me to her. I look down as her mouth opens and my dick head brushes her lower lip. My first impressions last night were right, god I love fuck sucking mouths.

  ***

  “With the final walk through on the Valley project in two weeks, the final realty office reno coming to an end, what do we have next Max?” Dane asks from my right.

  “It appears that we can sit back and relax. We’ve gone hard for the past 2 years. There’s chatter of a new bar or restaurant space in North county and then there’s some more chatter of a hotel down the road.” I state to the group around me.

  “The hotel, do we know who the owners for the space or which hotel yet?” Lukas asks.

  “Not yet, but I did hear of the demo for the existing hotel that is in the space currently is scheduled for end of this summer. That gives us 4 months or so to have our ears to the ground.” I scratch the back of my neck.

  “Excellent. Do we have anything else guys?” Dane asks. He likes to take charge of these meetings, I hate even showing up to them, but since I’m one of the 3 partners, I have to. I often have input which is helpful to our company. My heart used to be into my job, but like everything else in my life, I have no desire for anything, so I just go with the motions.

  The meeting ended and everyone went back to their respective offices. I entered my office and sat at my desk. It was an elegant desk, with three computer screens and several stacks of paper. I started up my computer and sighed. I ran my hand through my hair and exhaled loudly while waiting for the start screen.

  I immediately started browsing project sites and looking for potential projects. I had found a few projects that didn’t fit our line of scope and emailed a few other companies who I thought the projects would work for. That’s how we got the East Village project last year, a fellow friend of mine in an AV company emailed me the job scope and suggested it. Sometimes a helping hand is fruitful, like the one I got this morning.

  Dane and Lukas poked their nosy heads into my office an hour later with burgers and we ate lunch in my office.

  “So Lukas, whatever happened to that girl you met at the grocery store?” Dane asks wiping his chin.

  “Oh, Tracey. She’s still around.” He says chewing on a french fry.

  “That’s all you’re going to divulge?” Dane asks.

  “Since when do we gossip like chicks? We hang out, and we don’t. She’s busy with work, and so am I. When we feel like it, we hang out.” Lukas shrugs.

  “He means they’re fuck buddies.” I snort.
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br />   “You would know!” Dane retorts jokingly.

  “Yes and no. We’re dating, I guess, but we go without talking or seeing another for a week or so at a time.”

  “That’s fuck buddies, I hate to break it to you.” I throw my wadded up napkin at him.

  “Call it what you want. What about you Max, you seem in a better mood today than usual.” Lukas switches the subject.

  “I had a shower blowjob this morning. I released whatever and all frustrated energy pretty efficiently within the past 24 hours. No biggy.”

  “That explains his glow.” Dane laughs.

  “Shut up motherfucker.” I throw my French fry at him and he dodges and it hits Lukas instead.

  “Quit throwing your shit at me!” Lukas throws the fry back at me.

  “Children! Children! Do I need to separate you?” Dane asks.

  It’s nice to be able to joke around with these guys. It feels like it’s been awhile since we were able to be so casual together, it’s my fault I know. But I cannot stop how I am now. This happy mood will likely not last, so I’ll relish it now.

  Morning blow-jobs might have to be a regular occurrence.

  ***

  I got home and moved slowly through my house. It was too quiet for me. When things are too quiet, my mind drifts, and I don’t like that. I go into the kitchen and grab a glass. I reach into my cupboard and grab the first glass bottle that comes to my fingertips. I pull the bottle up, and note that its vodka. This will do.

  I pour a glass and remove my tie. I start walking towards my bedroom, my eyes lingering on the air freshener in the wall. It smells like cranberries, or at least it used to. My mind is starting to wander as I reach my doorway to the bedroom, I grip the edges.

  I walked into my bedroom and my eyes pinned to the dresser that I cleared out for Betsy’s clothing.

  Dane approaches my side cautiously and asks me what’s up.

  “I need this dresser removed.”

  “Sure, do you want to empty out the drawers; I’ll take it out of here for you.” He asks.

  “No, all contents can go.” I say as I turn and head towards the bathroom, I need to splash some water on my face. As soon as I’m at the doorway, I see Betsy’s hair brush on the counter. My eyes dart to the toothbrushes and her pink toothbrush is right there. I stumble backwards and I feel Dane’s hands on my upper back steady me. Fucking heavy cast!

  “I’ll take care of it, go chill dude.” Dane says to me as he turns him the direction of the living room. I wobble out of the bedroom and directly towards the kitchen.

  “Better have a fucking beer in here!” I mumble to myself. I swipe a beer out of the fridge, open it and wobble into the living room. My recliner in the corner is calling to me.

  I should have sold this place and rid myself of everything reminding me of her. I’d been begging her to move in for months prior to the accident, she was on the verge of it, I could tell… what would have happened if she did move in?

  I blink rapidly, the dresser is no longer there. I walk further into my bedroom and the bathroom has no female products anywhere in sight. I sit down at the edge of my bed with my drink in my hand. I swallow the remainder of the vodka and let the glass fall to the floor.

  My head is now in my hands and my shoulders are tense. I rub my hands over my face and stand up. I quickly change out of my suit into something more comfortable. I pick up the glass and deposit it in the kitchen as I grab my wallet and keys.

  I need another drink. I think to myself as I leave the house and head down the sidewalk, which bar will it be tonight?

  Chapter 4 – Davis

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! What the hell is that banging noise?

  I slowly open my eyes and hazily peer over at my clock, but I can’t see it because Katrina’s shoulder is in my way, so I lift my heavy head. It’s 3am, what the fuck Max! I slowly lower my feet to the ground softly to not wake up Katrina, although I’m shocked she’s sleeping through this noise.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! It’s getting faster. It’s not coming from Max’s room so thankfully I don’t have to deal with that right now. Maybe he left his keys here at home when he went out for the night.

  I slowly open my bedroom door and slip out and shut the door quickly behind me.

  Bang! Bang! Scrape! Scrape! Bang!

  I walk out of the hallway and I see Max has some girl bent over the dining room table and the table is now pushed up against the far wall by the window. The girl is silently panting with her cheek pressed against the placemat as is Max with his low grunts and his hips are thrusting hard against her ass. Bang! Bang! Bang! I clear my throat and as Max looks over at me he doesn’t lose his grip or his motions.

  “Shit! Sorry Dav. Be done in…. a second.” Bang! Bang! Bang!

  I roll my eyes, the girl didn’t even notice my presence or Max talking mid thrust.

  “Reign in it buddy. Katrina’s here.” I say as I walk back down the hallway and to my bedroom.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Then it stopped.

  “Davis?” Katrina’s body turns towards me as I slip back into bed. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me.

  “Sorry, Max has company.” I explain as I kiss her cheek.

  She settles in my grasp and is back to sleep within minutes. She’s thankfully a heavy sleeper, so hopefully if Max makes any more noise, she won’t wake back up.

  ***

  I stepped out of the hallway bathroom with my towel draped across my lower half. Katrina left an hour ago to head to school and I’ve got a job interview in a few hours. This morning, in the kitchen Max was quiet and didn’t say anything about his middle of the night adventures. He was cordial and joking with Katrina before she left, which is a sliver of the guy I grew up with. He apologized to me after she left and then he too, left for work. It was a routine morning these days.

  Last night wasn’t the first time that I’ve walked in on a situation like that. At first, Max would be remorseful and apologize profusely. However now, he just shrugs the behavior off as if it was nothing as it happens too often, too often. Which I understand since it is his house.

  I didn’t know Betsy too well, as I was knee deep in my last 2 years of school and heavily focused on maintaining a decent GPA but I knew that she and my brother were very serious. Our families had spent a few holidays together as well as the fact that she practically lived with him, toward the end.

  There’s been a few instances where I have stumbled across something that I assume belonged to her, and removed it promptly or hid it until he wasn’t around to dispose of them without him seeing.

  I can remember the time that he was cleaning out his closet and I had found him sitting in the back of his walk in closet clutching onto a piece of clothing tightly with his face ashen. He didn’t speak for 3 days after that, in which he spent the preceding days after binge drinking or passed out on the couch. I had to call into work for him and eventually Sterling showed up on our doorstep and helped me return him to his normal state of being, but still not the state of being that I grew up with.

  I moved into Max’s place shortly after he moved back into the house after staying with Dane and Sterling for several months. He was still in his cast, but he was ambling around perfectly fine. He got the sympathy card from the girls and he would bring home several a week. It was awkward moving in at first, I didn’t know whether or not I would stumble upon naked bodies at any given moment. Sterling had filled me in on how he was toward the tail end at their house, so I just decided that we had to set a few boundaries here and there, while still respecting that I was a guest in his house. I just don’t care to see his dick swinging at all times.

  With the exception of last night, it had been a month since I’ve walked in on him and one of his tokens. I can’t wait until I get a job, so I can think about moving out.

  I say I want to move out, but it will be quite some time before that happens. I don’t want to abandon my brother, while he may not specifically say i
t, I think he needs me.

  I look at the clock, I’ve slowly been getting ready for this interview for an hour. This interview is for a grade school teacher, the school has a few other options open at the moment, so I’m hopeful.

  I need to move out, that’s the bottom line. I can’t continue to bring Katrina around my brother if he’s going to keep bringing home girls and having sex with them in the public areas. What if Katrina was the one to come out of the room, she would have gotten an eyeful to say the least.

  How could I move out though, my brother needs me. Right?

  Chapter- 5 Max

  Two nights in a row where Davis has walked in on me fucking some chick. He used to do it all the time when he first moved in. Then he expressed his discomfort with it, and I had a flashback to when Dane told me about my debauchery on their couch! I’ve gotten blitzed for the past few nights, it’s a shock that I’ve made it to work during the week or that I’ve managed to get home. I’ve had a pretty good buzz, which has been helpful. Taking nips during my work day, has helped ease the edge that I keep feeling.

  Tonight’s girl scrambled when she heard Davis and she hasn’t returned from the bathroom yet. Davis had returned to his bedroom after I apologized. I’ve been gently rapping on the hallway bathroom trying to get her to come out. After 10 minutes, she finally came out, fully dressed and a smile plastered on her face to hide her embarrassment.

  “Everything okay?” I slur.

  “Dandy. Look, I’m going to get going. It’s been fun.” She says as she walks to me and leans up to kiss me on the cheek.

  I glance at my watch. It’s pretty early still, I can still head back out.