Jensen

I SIT IN MY TRUCK MOMENTS AFTER I kill the engine, staring ahead at the building through my windshield. Whenever I visit my grandpa, I always need to take a minute to prepare myself. I never know what I'll find, what type of mood or level of understanding I'll find him.

Dementia is a continuous sucker punch to the gut. I feel that way as a loved one of someone suffering from the disease; I can't even begin to comprehend what it feels like to live inside my grandpa's head. How confusing and disorienting and frustrating that must be.

Scout bounces around the seat next to me, eager to get the adventure started. I left work early this afternoon, feeling restless, needing to change up my scenery. Residual feelings from my fight with Teddy linger in my mind, and I'm sick of going over it again and again.

I hated the way she ignored me, the unresolved issue nagging me the whole time. I just wanted to fix it. I broke down and asked my sisters and cousin for advice, both to my benefit and detriment. They laid into me pretty good, but at least they helped me see it from Teddy's point of view, a perspective I'm embarrassed to admit I hadn't given much consideration.

I want to do better for her. She deserves better from me.

Scout headbutts my arm, wagging his tail with the uncontained energy. I pet his head. "Yeah, ok, buddy. Let's do this."

I open the door and Scout quickly scampers out after me. The last time I brought Scout to visit my grandpa, the dog seemed to have a calming effect. I'm hoping for a similar experience today.

I find my grandpa sitting in the courtyard on a wooden bench. One of his legs is propped over the other, his ankle resting on his knee, highlighting the bright white tube sock covering his leg from ankle to knee. Scout trots over to him, sniffing his socks.

"Hey, buddy," my grandpa says, scratching the dog behind his ears. "I haven't seen you in a while. Did you run off chasing the coons again?"

I sink in the seat next to him. "Hi, grandpa. You remember Scout?"

He glances at me briefly and returns his attention back to the dog. "Who's Scout?"

"My dog." I point at Scout; he is eating up the attention from my grandpa's petting hands.

"This here is Leroy. Best hunting dog you ever did meet."

I nod, letting the words go without a correction. Instead, I insinuate the difference between a dog he once had to the one that's in front of him. "Leroy was an old hunting dog of yours, yeah?"

"Sure was," he says in a tone that's almost wistful. "Sure was."

He stares at Scout as if stuck in a memory. "Remember that time we got all them birds, son? Good old Leroy was busy that morning."

I puff out a deep breath, hesitating before responding. He's obviously confusing me with my dad. "That must have been a good hunting day," I finally say. "I bet my dad remembers it fondly."

Scout disappears and comes back with a stick he scavenged, dropping it at my grandpa's feet. He picks it up with a deep chuckle. "Always the retriever." He chucks the stick and Scout takes off after it, returning with it moments later. They play this game of fetch together for a while, and we sit in relative calm. The day is warm but not overbearingly so; the sun hiding behind clouds.

"How's the family, son?" my grandpa asks, breaking the quiet.

"Good." I smile over at him. "We're all good. Loud and nosey and annoying as usual. But good."

"Good," he says. He throws the stick again, and then he turns his attention to me. "And you sorted out all the other business with the girl like we talked? Eve doesn't deserve that. Just like your mother didn't deserve it when I strayed on her. Tell me, Ike. Is it done and dealt with?"

I gawk at my grandpa, my mouth wide open, rendered speechless by the words I'm struggling to puzzle together. He confuses this silence with my dad's apparent lack of action on the subject, and he continues his disapproval. "I'm disappointed in you, son. Eve is too good for you. If she finds out the wrong way, it'll be the end. I promise you that. Sort it out now and be done with it."

"Um..." I stammer, my brain working overtime to formulate a response to my grandpa and also reconcile the fact that I just discovered a dark secret of my dad's. The longer the words marinate in my brain, the more agitated I become.

When I fail to cobble together an acceptable answer, my grandpa huffs and rises warily to his feet. "I taught you better than this, Ike. Deal with it."

With this, he shuffles off, leaving me to stew alone with the inadvertent secret spilling.

I sit forward, resting my elbows on my knees as if bracing the news of my dad's infidelity with the weight of my body. "Shit," I whisper my hand scrubbing the curse away with my hand. "Shit, shit, shit."

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TEDDY: Will you be much longer? Or should I meet you at Roxy's?

ME: Get a ride with Rylie if you can. That way we don't have two cars there.

TEDDY: <thumbs up emoji>

BY thetime I finally get to Roxy's, the volume is already maxed out between the loud music and the voices yelling to be heard over it. I'm not really in a mood to be social. I almost backed out of the plans. When I dropped Scout off at home after visiting my grandpa, there was a moment's hesitation where I debated sending a group text bowing out of our usual Friday night plans. But I missed my girl; and I didn't want to be selfish and ask her to come home.

I weave my way through the crowds gathered in the bar on my way over to our usual spot. As soon as I locate my girlfriend, the breath I was holding wheezes out of me. We lock eyes and I immediately feel a bit lighter. Her smile is an instant mood booster.

"Hey, baby," I whisper into her ear once I reach her. She's seated next to Rylie at the high-top table. I grip her chin, turning her head to me and I lean in for a kiss. I only mean for it to be a chaste one, but the moment her lips touch mine, my body reacts. I swipe my tongue into her mouth and groan when she matches me, our tongues intimately dancing.

"Come on!" someone at the table shouts. "Cut it out already!"

A handful of popcorn assaults us, and I laugh, pulling away from my girl. I extract a kernel of popcorn from Teddy's hair—it's down in soft curls; I smile knowing she took the extra effort for me—and pop it into my mouth. I steal another quick kiss before claiming the chair next to her.

"How was the visit?" Teddy shouts above the noise.

I rub my hand up her thigh under the table and shake my head at her. "Let's not talk about that right now."

"What visit?" Sutton butts into our conversation. "Did you finally go see grandpa? How was he?"

I shake my head at my sister. "Not good, sis. It wasn't a good day. Stuck in the past if you know what I mean."

Sutton studies me a minute as if she can detect there's more than what I'm saying. Finally, she says, "Those visits are hard."

Teddy covers my hand over hers resting on her thigh, and I turn our hands so our fingers are intertwined. She gives a squeeze. Of course she picked up on my mood. She has some sort of sixth sense like that.

"Beer?" she asks. Then she fills an empty glass from the pitcher without waiting for my answer.

After I take a few swigs of the beer, I drape my arm over the back of Teddy's chair, leaning over to bury my nose in her hair. "You look really pretty tonight, baby."

She smiles at me. "Yeah? I got bored at home without my boys, so I decided to waste time by getting dolled up."

"What do you have going on under these tight jeans?" I skim my fingers over the denim on her thigh, stopping just short of the spot where her legs join. I watch her carefully as I softly run my knuckles over her pussy; and I grin from the way she immediately crosses her legs, shooing my hand away.

"Behave," she mouths; and I drop my forehead to her shoulder, chuckling.

She excuses herself to the bathroom and hops off her chair, pausing to whisper in my ear, "Naughty boys don't get rewarded, Jensen."

I watch her walk through the groups of people as she makes her way across the bar; and I quickly follow, waiting in the hall outside the restrooms for her. The sound from the bar is muted and long shadows dim the hallway, creating a false sense of privacy.

As soon as Teddy emerges from the bathroom, I step out of the shadows and corner her, my hands rough on her hips as I pin her against the wall with my front pressed into her back.

"You never answered my question, baby," I whisper roughly as I brush her hair off her shoulder and trail kisses over her neck. I reach between her and the wall to grope her boobs with one hand, the other one trailing down to squeeze her pussy. "What's under these jeans?"

"Jensen," she whimpers. "What are you doing?"

She wiggles around, trying to free herself from my hold, but I flatten my body against hers, digging my erection into her back. "Isn't it obvious?"

"Here?" she gasps. She cranes her neck to look at me, but I press her cheek against the wall, and I hover my face over hers, licking the corner of her mouth. Her breath hitches and her butt spasms almost as if involuntarily in response to me crowding her.

There's just enough room in the waist of her pants for me to wedge my hand inside, and I take advantage of this to slide my finger into her pussy. I groan when I'm greeted with wetness. "Yes, here, baby. I want to fuck you here." I grind into her from behind and groan again from the friction. "Please, baby, can I fuck you here?"

She's breathless when she replies, "No, Jensen. Anyone could walk up." She squeezes her eyes shut, fisting her hands against the wall, her hips swiveling against me.

I thrust into her again. "I want you, Teddy. I need you." I spin her around to face me and I take her mouth in mine for a hungry, sloppy kiss.

"Jensen," she moans into my mouth, her hands trying to shove against me. "Not here. Not here."

I reluctantly pull away. Her chest is heaving, and my eyes zone in on the cleavage peeking out of her shirt. "Fuck," I cuss, turning away from her to search the hall. When I spot a door at the end, I tug her the few steps to it and then shove her inside, quickly closing the door behind me.

She crashes into something and swears. Suddenly, there's light from Teddy's phone as she investigates where we are. There are floor to ceiling shelves stuffed with miscellaneous items, but I don't stop to inspect my surroundings.

"A storage closet, really, J?" she asks, half amused, half appalled.

I take her phone from her, turn off the flashlight and stuff it into my pocket before I spin her around and pin her front to the door. "I only need you, me and this door, Teddy. It doesn't matter where we are."

I grope her tits under her shirt, nipping at her neck. "No hickeys," she chastises me. It only makes me sucks harder.

"You're mine, Teddy. And I can mark you if I want."

I unbutton her pants, pull them down and off one leg, leaving them dangling around the ankle of the other. Then I finger her through her drenched panties. "Say you're mine, Teddy."

She turns to face me and unbuttons my pants, pushing them down under my ass. "You know I'm yours, Jensen. Now less talking and more fucking."

After ripping her panties down her legs in the same fashion of her pants, I hoist her up and she wraps legs around my waist. I free my cock from my boxers and slam her roughly against the door as I enter her in one swift movement. "Fuck," I moan into her neck. "Jesus, Teddy. I need you so bad."

And I do. It's almost painful. It started the moment our eyes met, and I felt the turmoil inside me start to recede, replaced by the familiar warmth I feel in her presence. I just need to feel her, fully sink into the very essence of her, make her feel as good as she makes me feel. Just knowing she's in this with me is the most comforting, solid thing I've ever known.

Once we're joined in the most wonderful way possible, I pump into her relentlessly, guided by my fervent need for her. Her head falls against the door with a thunk and I tug her shirt up over her boobs, biting a nipple through her bra. "Jensen," she hisses. "Again, again, don't stop."

I tear her bra down, her gorgeous tits spilling out and I find them in the semi-darkness, my teeth sinking into nipples and flesh over and over, all the while keeping up my assaulting thrusts into her.

She grabs my face in both hands, tearing me away from my favorite toys, and kisses me, her lips savaging mine. When her tongue finally enters my mouth, I moan into her. I want to savor her kiss, revel in the way she kisses me, but I'm too far gone for that tonight. I take over, dominating her mouth with mine.

She breaks away, sucking in air, and her hands find my hair, fisting and scratching in alternating patterns. "Jensen," she whimpers. "I'm so close. Touch me. Make me come."

I stick my thumb into her mouth for lubrication and then I use it to rub circles over her clit. She bucks her hips, and I can feel her walls contracting around me. I can tell how close she is. I apply more pressure with my thumb and lean down to take her nipple in my mouth, scraping my teeth over the sensitive bud.

"Ahhh," she cries, her head falling against the door again, her hips helping to ride out her pleasure on my cock. "Yes, yes, Jensen!"

"Shhh, baby," I say into her mouth right before I capture her sexy sounds. The minute her pussy pulsates around my cock, I lose all control. My thrusts become harder and erratic, losing all rhythm. The door jangles behind us, and I'm only semi-concerned that we'll be caught. I'm too far gone to stop.

"Fuck," I grunt into her neck as I come in dizzying waves of pleasure. "Fuck, baby. I swear you're going to kill me."

She laughs, running her fingers through my hair, the soft caresses in contrast to her frantic ones moments ago. "Me? You're the one who assaulted me outside of the bathroom like some sex-crazed stalker."

I take her mouth in mine in a slow kiss, taking my time to savor the taste and feel of her now that my needs have been met. "Teddy," I whisper, breaking away. I dust my knuckles over her cheeks, the skin warm to my touch. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too, Jensen." She grabs my wrist, placing kisses over my knuckles. "You're a little crazed tonight, baby. You want to talk about it?"

I shake my head. The last thing I want to do right now is talk. "I just hate being away from you. Move in with me."

She places her lips against mine, not moving, and sighs. "Let's pause this conversation for a time that isn't in a dark closet with my pants around my ankle, ok?"

I chuckle. "Fair point." I back away from the door and slap her naked ass. "Get dressed."

After our clothes are back in place, I creak the door open and peer out the crack to see if the coast is clear. Then I lead my girlfriend out of the closet, and we blink against the bright lights. I glance over my shoulder at her as we walk back to our table. She looks so sexy after sex; it might just be my favorite look of hers.

"What?" she asks. "Is my hair all messed up." She combs a hand over her hair to straighten it.

I laugh. "No, baby. I just like looking at you after you've been thoroughly fucked."

Her cheeks heat and that makes me laugh harder. She smacks me on the arm. "Be good, J. This whole town is already way too invested in our sex life."