Fearless Curves by D. H. Cameron Read Free Book Online

dressed. “What are you doing?” I asked. He was leaving, I was sure, and I guess that’s what I really wanted so I should have just let it be.
    “Look, I told you yesterday. Don’t bullshit a bullshitter. If you don’t want to hang with me, that’s fine but at least have the balls to tell me the truth, Brandy,” he replied as he slipped into his jeans and then began pulling on his socks and black boots.
    “Jack, I really do...,” I began to lie again but he was right. If I didn’t want him to stay I should just tell him. “OK, look. You’re a nice enough guy but you’re not really my type. I had a fun but that’s just not me. Sorry,” I said and waited to see his reaction.
    “Good enough. It was fun,” was all he said. He finished tying his boots and slipped his vest on. He stood and checked his pockets for his wallet and keys and such. I couldn’t read him. Was he upset or was I just a one night stand? For some reason, either prospect bothered me.
    “Look, I’ll take a cab back to the office to get my car and I’ll call you after the hearing to let you know how it went,” I told him. Jack nodded. Shit! Why didn’t he just tell me how he was feeling or something?
    “Yeah, sounds good. It’s been fun, doll,” Jack said and walked out. I almost went after him. His nonchalant attitude made me think he was really upset and trying to hide it but maybe he really was that indifferent. Why that bothered me, however, I couldn’t say. I wanted him to leave, didn’t I? He wasn’t my type. He was trouble. Still, I felt bad. I didn’t want to hurt him. Then again, maybe I was just a night in the sack to him. Maybe I was just another one night stand.
    The worst part of it was that either way I felt bad. I felt bad for possibly hurting him on one hand and I felt a bit used on the other. Why did I care? I didn’t promise him anything and I didn’t owe him anything either so if he got hurt, that was on him. And I enjoyed the sex so what did I care if I was just another notch in his bedpost. It wasn’t like I had guys built like Jack lining up to take me to bed. I should have been grateful, I suppose. Instead, I felt terrible.
    And to top it all off, I didn’t have anything to do that day. It was all a lie. I heard a noise and looked out the window. I saw Jack tearing down the road below headed off to places unknown. Suddenly, I had a deep longing to be riding behind him. I hated that, didn’t I? It scared the bejesus out of me. I couldn’t help but think of the ride, hiding from the Metro officer, Jack punching that biker and dancing on the bar. I realized I was smiling despite myself as I reminisced. What the hell was wrong with me?
    A year ago, I would have gone to my mom and talked to her but I couldn’t now. She and dad were RVing. They sold the house as soon as I graduated from college, bought a motorhome and left. I felt a bit abandoned for a while but I got over it. They worked hard raising me and my brother and deserved to enjoy their newfound freedom. I could have called her, I suppose, but what was I going to say? Mom, I fucked a sexy biker and now I’m confused? Help! Yeah, right.
    I got up and did the dishes and then took a shower and threw on some shorts, a t-shirt and some hiking shoes. I stuffed some food and water into a backpack then called a friend to see if she wanted go on a hike with me. Maybe a long hike and some quality companionship would help pass the time and banish the previous evening from my mind. You know what? Fuck Jack Anker. I didn’t need to spend any more time worrying about him or how he felt. He was gone. Good riddance.
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    Trudy and I took a break along the trail after finding an old fallen log to sit on. We each pulled out water from our packs and each took a long drink. It wasn’t hot on Mount Charleston, but it wasn’t cool either and the water hit the