The Strongest Hit.

Chapter 14: MY GIRL

Justin's POV:

Broken thoughts of her floated on the edges of that space between being asleep and awake.
It felt real.
Her body pressed against mine.
The taste of her on my lips.
But when I opened my eyes, the space next to me was bare.
Had I dreamed it?
I licked my lips and could still taste her.
Like fresh warm honey mixed with brown sugar.
I involuntarily brought my fingers to my bottom lip trying to recall what happened last night.
I remember splitting up from Charlie to find her.
And I know I did.
She had been here with me.
My lips don't lie.
Images of holding her to my chest start to flash in my mind.
My hands slowly roaming her skin.
But how?
How did we get here?
And where did she go?

I roll to my left and look at the empty space next to me.

Where did you go, baby girl?

Little snippets of my dreams dance before my eyes, and I have to laugh at myself.

Only in Vegas would you have a dream like that.

Kinda made me sad...that it was just a dream.

I traced soft circles over the place I was sure her body had been.

The only thing I knew for sure was that I wanted her.
More than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life.
Fuck the fight. Fuck giving her time.
She was mine the minute I laid eyes on her in that club.
Or more like I was hers.
Her body had sung to me from the beginning.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

I sat up and rubbed at my bruised chest.
Slowly looking around the darkened room.
The proof that I wasn't going crazy right there on the floor.
Her black sexy as fuck strappy heels.

Damn, baby...the things I want to do to you just wearing them heels...

I leaned back into the pillow imagining how good my girl would look straddling my lap while I held onto those heels.

I slipped my hand into my joggers and began to stroke myself, imagining her body on top of mine.
It had been too long since I had a release, I couldn't help but moan her name as I filled my hand with my pent up seed.

Baby girl what are you doing to me?
Leaving me souvenirs to fuck myself to.
Well...I'm coming for the real thing, princess.

My mind became set at finding her under the warm spray of the shower.
Getting out and drying myself off, I wrapped the towel around my neck and reached for my phone.
As I listened for the beginning ring, I saw a light flashing on the side table.
Her voicemail picked up as I walked over to retrieve her phone, that she left behind.

"Hey this is Kenny
Don't leave me a message
Won't listen to it
Text me and we'll see
Byeeeeee"

I fucking called her phone that I was holding 10 times, just listening to her giggling after saying bye all long and drawn out.

I impulsively left a message.

"I found your black fuck me heels that you left behind.
I couldn't help but fuck myself, imagining you riding me...wearing them.
Bet you listen to this message again and again, baby girl."

Then I fucking panicked.
Why Justin, you fucking perv!
I tried unlocking her phone by guessing her password...no luck.
Didn't help that her lockscreen was taunting me.
It was a glowing yellow lock with the bold black words

IT'S LOCKED. GO AWAY.

I ain't going nowhere!
I'm a persistent motherfucker as you'll soon see, I yelled out to myself and this damn phone.
Now I was imagining her swinging on me for being so damn cocky.
Which was making me hard again.
I needed to find her fast.
Man up and tell her how I feel.
Make her mine.