Envy

A/N: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT KILL MEEEE!! So so sorry for the ridiculous delay in updating this story, but you have no idea what kind of writers block I was suffering through!! It was horrible! =/
So finally I got laid, smoked a blunt and cleared my mind! =P
Hope you enjoy!

Ch. 22 “Match Play”


“Okay, If I make this, you have to wash my truck…naked.” Paul chuckled, stetting himself up for the putt. He stuck his butt out dramatically and winked back at Lindsey, who rolled her eyes and fought a smile.

“If you make this shot, I’ll probably die of shock.” Lindsey muttered.

Paul shot Lindsey a half-glare and continued with his dramatized golfing stance, a slight smile on his lips when Lindsey sighed and dipped her head in embarrassment. The couple in front of them were staring -the girl was laughing a little. Paul was so embarrassing. He slowly brought his putter back and swung lightly, watching the ball roll across the putting green. Lindsey bit her lip, watching the little red golf ball miss the hole by about two inches, and roll away.

“Maybe you’re not aiming right?” Lindsey grinned.

Paul sighed heavily then smirked back at Lindsey, “I think this place is rigged.”

Lindsey laughed softly and walked to Paul, wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed up on her tip-toes and kissed his chin, “Maybe you should stick to carpentry.” she whispered, a smiled playing on her lips.

Paul pressed his lips against Lindsey’s and slid his arms around her waist, pulling her against him, “You want to take this back to my truck, baby girl?” he asked hotly.

“Just because you have a crew cab or whatever, doesn’t mean it’s a pimp-mobile.”

Paul chuckled and slid a hand up and down Lindsey’s back, while he ghosted his lips across his jaw, “But I’ve got a surprise for you in there.”

Lindsey narrowed her eyes, “I’ve seen what’s in your pants, Paul.” she teased.

Paul rolled his eyes at her comment and tugged on her hands lightly, “You’ve never seen this before.” he said, “At least, I don’t think so.”

Lindsey quirked a brow, now more interested, “What’s in your truck?”

Paul pulled gently away from Lindsey, throwing her smirk before making his way out of the puttputt area. With curiosity eating away at her -Paul knew it would and she’d have to follow him or else she’d get anxious and flustered- Lindsey followed him out, dropping her ball and putter off at the little shack. It was cool out, thank god. If it were hot, she’d have some serious bitching moments at Paul because of how far off he parked from the stupid PuttPutt place. The little strip mall was practically a ghost town.

She watched closely, a couple steps behind her boyfriend as Paul looked back at her with a mischievous glint in his dark eyes. His shoulders rolled back slightly as he cracked his neck, opening one of the back door to his truck and motioned for Lindsey to jump in. Without question she did, maneuvering around his toolbox, she settled on the opposite side of the truck, giving Paul room to sit in the back as well.

“So what do you want to show me?” Lindsey asked, leaning back in the seat, she looked over at Paul, who was pulling something out of his pocket.

“Well, I know you’ve been really stressed lately about the bakery…” he chuckled, leaning over to drop a kiss to her accepting mouth, “So, I got something to help you relax.”

Lindsey’s eyes went wide when he showed her the plastic baggy held in his hand, “Paul Anthony Harlow!” she gasped, backing away from him, “I cannot believe you brought pot with you on our date!” her brows were drawn together in anger as she shook her head in disbelief.

Paul stared at Lindsey, his face completely calm and understanding, as he nodded his head and leaned back in the seat, pulling a cigar out of the center council along with a knife and some sort of cylinder metal container -a grinder. “Well I’m gonna roll a blunt.” he shrugged.

“Not with me in the car.” Lindsey snapped, folding her arms across her chest.

Paul sighed heavily and looked over to her, “How can you hate something you don’t even know?” he asked.

Lindsey grunted softly, folding her arms in front of her chest, she rose her feet to rest on the seat, making her body scrunch up, “I don’t like drugs.” she said softly, “You know that.”

“It’s a plant.” Paul replied distractedly. Lindsey glared at the front windshield, not wanting to watch Paul roll up a blunt, even if she was very curious. “Its not like I’m asking you to shoot up heroine or anything. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to. But I think you should try it at least once instead of judging it all the time.”

Lindsey glanced over to see that Paul was finishing up rolling his blunt and scoffed lightly, “I just don’t see the point in altering your mind.”

Paul smirked, slipping the blunt between his lips and lit it up, his eyes half open, after he held in the thick smoke as long as he could, he blew a couple smoke rings and wriggled his brows over to Lindsey, “Altering your mind would be like doing shrooms or acid.”

“I’m not having a drug discussion with you.” Lindsey chuckled, watching Paul take another hit. “Have you ever done those?” she asked softly after watching Paul exhale the thick smoke. The potent smell of burning marijuana burned down her nose and throat, and she had to close her eyes for a brief moment, feeling a dull sting there as well.

“I thought you weren’t having a drug conversation with me?” Paul asked, a grin playing on his lips as his eyes got slightly heavier, in relaxation.

Lindsey rolled her eyes, “Have you?” she prompted.

Paul cleared his throat and slid over next to Lindsey, taking a long drag from the blunt, and held the back of her neck softly, his eyes asking her something -she wanted to turn away, but the curiosity in her took over- he was right, without saying to words…she had always wanted to at least see what all the fuss was about.

She bit her lip softly, then pressed her lips to his, inhaling thick smoke as he exhaled into her mouth, his hand still cupping the back of her neck as his tongue slid across her bottom lip. Lindsey drew her brows together, a soft whimper escaping her lips as she backed away from Paul and coughed out the smoke that was once filling her lungs.

“I tried shrooms in High School one time.” Paul said softly, offering Lindsey the blunt.

Lindsey pursed her lips together and stared at it for a moment before tentatively taking the blunt from Paul, cursing herself for all of her so called good fucking morals, as they flew out the window. “Don’t tell Micah about this…I’ll kill you and he’ll kill me.”

Paul laughed softly, watching Lindsey as she hit the blunt, “I never understood why you don’t call your father dad.”

“I call him dad.”

“Rarely.”

Lindsey smirked, handing the blunt back to Paul, “I don’t want to talk about him right now.” she said, sliding close to Paul, she kissed his jaw softly. Her eyes were glazed over slightly and a small, slightly goofy smile lingered on her lips.

“Are you high already?” Paul chuckled, taking one last hit before putting the blunt out.

“I dunno.” Lindsey shrugged, looking around Paul’s car, “But I’m really thirsty.”

Paul chuckled deeply and pulled Lindsey onto his lap, so her chest was pressed snugly against his, the top of her head barely touching the roof of his truck. He slid his hands up her back, gripping her shoulders gently as his lips ghosted over her collarbone, making her sigh softly. Lindsey sighed into Paul, relaxing her body against his and tightened her legs around his, chuckling lightly when Paul slipped his tongue out to taste her flesh.

Paul’s slightly roughened hands slid up Lindsey’s shirt, cupping her soft breasts gently as he kissed her lips, grunting softly when Lindsey pressed her pelvis down into his, kissing him back with enthusiasm. His lips traveled down her neck, kissing and sucking gently as his hands cupped and caressed Lindsey’s breasts, the inside of his truck getting hotter and hotter by the moment.

“I’m all tingly.” Lindsey whispered softly, running her hands through Paul’s hair. “And I feel like I’m watching a movie.”

Paul chuckled against Lindsey’s skin and lifted her shirt up, over her head, planting soft kisses across her breasts as he held onto her bottom firmly. Lindsey shivered from his hot breath lingering on her skin along with the soft brush of his lips or the occasional nip from his teeth. Every single kind of lust was taking over her body and she could barely take it anymore. Her body was so sensitive and every never ending was if it was on fire -but in a good way. A very good way.

Biting her bottom lip gently, Lindsey reached between their bodies and undid Paul’s jeans, earning a soft chuckle from Paul, which she kissed his lips gently in return. She couldn’t take it anymore, she needed him inside her now. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Lindsey turned around in Paul's lap so her back was pressed against his chest and sighed softly, her hand behind her, gripping his hardened erection gently, slowly sliding up and down the shaft and making Paul grunt with want.

With a heavy, lust ridden sigh, Paul reached around Lindsey, pulling her legs apart so they were on either side of his and slipped his hand under her panties, feeling that she was indeed readying and waiting for him. Lindsey cried out softly and bucked against his hand as one of his fingers slipped inside of her while his thumb teased her sensitive bundle of nerves. He had to have her. And she wanted it just as badly.

“Paul, please…” Lindsey trailed off in bliss, reaching her other hand behind her to fist into Paul’s hair, “Oh my god, please.”

Paul bit his lip and slid his hand away from Lindsey, gently pushing her body up until she grabbed hold of the seats in front of her and waited. Paul pushed her underwear to the side, and guided his erection to her throbbing entrance, sighing heavily when Lindsey sat back slowly, her own shiver erupting from her mouth.

Paul wrapped his arms around Lindsey’s middle, pressing her back hard against his chest as she began to move with him, making him go deep inside her heated body. He slid a hand down her abdomen and played his fingers against her swollen bundle of nerves, making Lindsey jerk and cry out with pleasure. Softly, Paul bit the back of Lindsey’s neck as she moved her hips with more desperation, slamming up and down onto him as small yelps and groans spilled from her lips.

Lindsey’s skin heated as hr eyes closed, her hands reaching out to grip the seats in front of her and she wished to god that they were somewhere else less…confining than Paul’s truck. Thank god for the old strip mall so no one was really around to see them. Like she even cared right now -his windows were tinted and everything felt so…good.

The truck was getting hot inside and the windows were fogging up, but they didn’t care. All that could be heard was Lindsey’s moans along with Paul’s grunts and heavy breathing, the slight slapping of flesh on flesh and Paul’s encouraging words to Lindsey every once in a while. Their minds were fogged with lust and an overwhelming feeling of happiness and love, as hippie-esque as it could sound, but they were.

Moments of Lindsey’s quivering form went by with her riding Paul into oblivion, alternating between leaning all the way forward so she had to put all her weight on her hands, to pressing her back against his chest snugly while he gripped her breasts and slammed up, into her tight body. Slick with sweat, they moved together with ease, not caring how much Paul’s truck was actually moving, both their hair matted to their heads in a primal sort of way, until it hit.

Lindsey’s toes curled and she threw her head back against Paul’s shoulder and let go, with a loud cry. Paul’s name escaped her lips and she tried to bring her legs together, but Paul didn’t let her, as his hand once again found its way to tease that sweet bundle of nerves to make her climax more intense than it already was. God, sex with Paul was just so…amazing. Not that she had any other comparisons, but still.

Then right after Lindsey was done letting go, Paul held tight onto her and buried his head into her upper back, grunting and breathing heavily as his thrusts became slower and shallower, his fingers slightly digging into her trembling, heated flesh. Lindsey couldn’t help it, she smiled.

A/N: please dont forget to review!!
And if anyone is upset that Lindsey tried out marijuana, Im sorry but shes mine and I can make her do anything I please lol