All I know

Chapter Ten


When they walked through the door, the smell that filled the house took his breath away. She was cooking again. There was a tug in the pit of his stomach as he realized how sexy domesticity would be with her and a smile took over his chiseled features.

“That smells fuckin’ incredible.” He commented, immediately crossing into the kitchen for a glimpse of her.

“We’re celebratin’” she replied turning, and biting down on a baby carrot; the snap of the act eliciting a slight twitch from his member.

“You got the job?” Rusty asked coming up behind Dallas. She nodded vigorously and let a grin spread over her face, her perfect teeth contrasting her dark locks. “Oh shit.” He exclaimed, pulling her into a hug. “That’s great.” The embrace broke as swiftly as it had begun and he turned to look at Dallas. “I’ll be right back” Dallas nodded once and crossed to where she stood.

“What are you cookin’?” he asked peering over the pot on the stove. She turned and offered him the baby carrot she held. He leaned in, eyes lock with hers and took a bite of the carrot, letting his lips touch her fingers before he pulled away.

“Chicken and rice” she replied, smiling up at him seductively before turning her attention back to the pot. His eyes looked her over again and again, never getting enough of the mere sight of her. He snapped out of his trance and took a step back when he heard Rusty walking back towards the kitchen.

“Here.” Rusty said reluctantly handing Dallas the three hundred dollars he’d promised him.

“I’ll be back in a little while.” He said with a smile. “Don’t start eating without me.” He added, turning his attention to the goddess at the stove.

“Or what?” she challenged, looking back him.

“Or I’ll have to spank you” he called back as he walked out the door. Butterfly smiled, shaking her head.

“You like chicken, don’t you Rus?” she asked looking at her cousin who was leaning against the sink, his eyes giving away that he was lost in his own thoughts. She whistled at him. “Hello? Rusty? Earth to Rusty?”

“Hm?” he asked falling out of his head and looking up at her. “Yeah, course. Who doesn’t like chicken?” he replied with a grin.

“You okay?” she asked, noticing his uneasiness.

“Yeah.” He lied. He would not get her involved under any circumstances. She squinted subtly, trying to read him. She could tell he was lying but saw in his eyes that it was most likely for her own good not to know what he was thinking about. “So when do you start?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Tomorrow night.” She replied, putting a lid on the pot and moving to stand in front of him. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine.” He winced slightly the second lie. She shook her head softly.

“You can tell me, you know.” She reminded him. His heart fell as he realized she was offering herself as a sounding board for him with out judgment or ridicule. He took the opportunity to express a different thought he’d been wrestling with the last few days.

“Well, yesterday when I went to see Bob…” he paused, looking up at her for a moment. “You know, he’s a therapist right?” he asked

“Right” she nodded.

“And that my mom asked him to see me…like as a patient…” he added

“Yeah…”

“Okay, well, anyway yesterday, we talked about my dad” she lowered her eyes in understanding. “And what happened, why we moved here…” he said.

“Right.” She repeated, returning her eyes to his.

“And it made me think about how bad I want to go back.”

“To Texas?” she asked

“Yeah, I mean you remember how it was when my dad was alive. I wanted to be like him, you know? Become a professional rodeo cowboy. Hell, I even started team roping after I turned twelve, I loved it. It was my life, you know that.” He ranted while she nodded.

“Yeah I remember.” She replied. “And then he died doin’ it and Aunt Mair freaked…”

“And we moved here, sort of understandable, I guess.” He finished. “And everything I’d ever known got left in the dust. Talking to Bob about it made me realize how much I want it back.” She offered him a half smile, still nodding softly. Letting out a sigh, she turned to go back to the stove to check on her chicken. She understood him. She did. But she didn’t want him to leave now that she’d just gotten here. After a few moments of silence she spoke again.

“So what’s stoppin’ you?” she asked trying to sound tough while expressing her genuine concern.

“Well for one thing my mom’ll flip her lid if she hears me say I wanna go back to Texas. You know how she is.” He replied, running his hand over his hair. “And I’m not even sure I really wanna go. I mean maybe talking about it made me relive everything so I think I want to go back but…do I really wanna leave everything I have in my life now? You, my mom, Dallas…hell, even Bob is becoming like family now.” He said with a chuckle.

“Yeah, I like him.” She agreed, looking at him with a smile before she looked back sighed softly. “Well, whatever it is you decide you wanna do, it’s gotta be what makes you happy. Or else you’ll go your whole life wonderin’ what could have been. And that sucks.” She answered. He smiled at her, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders and kissing her on the cheek.

“Thanks.” He said.

“I’m here all week.” She joked, moving the pot to the back burner and putting the lid back on it. “This man better be back before I finish cookin’ the rice.” She added.

“He’ll be back; he just went to drop something off. I’m going to take a shower.” He replied already moving towards the bathroom. “Shit.” He muttered, walking back to the kitchen. “Never mind we don’t have any clean towels.”

“Yeah we do, I did laundry earlier when I got home.” She answered.

“Oh God, you’re the best.” He said, smiling and walking back towards the bathroom.

“I know, aren’t I?” She called back, pouring a bag of rice into another pot, before bringing it to the sink and filling it with water. Bringing the pot back to the stove, she stirred the rice, slowly, as she heard the shower turn on and glanced back at the door, silently willing Dallas to get back before Rusty was done with his shower. Suddenly, as if he’d heard her thoughts, the key turned in the door and he walked in, looking around before his eyes rested on her firm ass peaking out through a pair of cotton sophies.

“Where’s Rusty?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“He's in the shower.” She replied, her eyes still on the pot in front of her, still stirring the rice absently. He came up behind her and peered over her shoulder, into the pot. “You lookin’ for something?” she asked, looking back at him. He cut his eyes to hers and shook his head. A chill ran down her spine as an idea came to her. Leaning her face inches away from his, she arched her hips and slowly rolled them against his groin.

“Fuck, what are you doing?” he asked, his eyes closing and hands instinctively going to her waist.

“Just havin some fun.” She whispered huskily. He drew in a breath and stepped away from her, moving to stand beside her.

“Why are you fucking with me?” he asked in frustration, his chest heaving softly under his sleeveless T Shirt.

“How am I fucking with you?” she asked innocently. His eyes narrowed slightly.

“I think you know.” He replied simply. She picked up the other lid she’d left out from the counter and placed it on top of the rice filled pot before moving it to the other back burner next to the pot of chicken. Smiling she slithered over to where he was standing, pressing her body against his and wiggling her hips against him slowly. “Fuck” he muttered, looking over her head, avoiding her eyes.

“Yes, please” she whispered against his neck before letting her tongue tease the pulse point at the base.

“Oh Christ” he breathed, his eyes rolling back slightly. “Butterfly…please…”

“Yeah baby” she sighed before sucking the spot where she’d licked.

“Don’t.” he said putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her back, away from his body, panting heavily. Her eyes bore into his as she let her hands slip under his shirt, traveling slowly up his torso and over his hairy chest.

“Mm” she purred, rubbing his pecs sensually. “I like a hairy chest.”

“Stop it.” he answered pushing her further back, fighting to stay in control of his urges. “I thought we talked about this already. Rusty doesn’t want anything to go on between us” He said.

“And who the fuck is Rusty to say what we can and can’t do?” she challenged, pushing against his hands, letting her eyes undress him. Dallas didn’t answer. He couldn’t. He knew that soon he wouldn’t be responsible for his actions and that Rusty would just have to live with it. He swallowed hard, looking down at her with hooded eyes as she pushed against his hands again, and he let them go from her shoulders around to the firm globes that peeked out from under her shorts, grabbing her and pulling her almost possessively close. Her breath hitched in her throat at his sudden change of heart and her mouth went back to his neck, sucking softly, her hips grinding into his, the moisture building in her shorts.

The door to the bathroom opened and his eyes snapped open, pushing her back again and walking away to the couch. She stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had just happened. What the fuck? Didn’t you wanna fuck two seconds ago? She thought as she looked back at him sitting on the couch watching TV. Then she heard Rusty shuffling around in his room. Fuck beans, Rusty. She thought to herself, shaking her head.

As she was setting the table she decided that she would need to get Dallas alone; completely alone for an extended period of time with no interruptions. She wanted him and she would have him damn it. She didn’t care what Rusty would say or think. She needed to be satisfied after what Mark had done with her. Using her for his own benefit, making her fall in love with him, making her think that they would be married and live happily ever after. She ate it all up, all his lies, like a home cooked meal. She was a sucker for his game and when he was finished with her, it had left her empty, cold, lonely…numb. Sex was now a weapon to her and if she could break a man, if she could make a man surrender to her, his soul would be hers. She would have the control and therefore would not be risking getting her heart broken. It was the perfect solution to heart ache.

“Come on, you two, or I’m gonna eat all this food by myself.” She called out after she heard Rusty shuffle into the living room to join Dallas. They came to the table and sat with her, the food filling their senses and making their stomachs growl with desire. He glanced up at her thankfully, taking the plate topped with a broiled chicken breast, boiled carrots and a generous portion of white rice she offered him and she gave him a half smile. She’d play along with the “there’s nothing going on” facade in front of Rusty, and she wanted Dallas to see that. She served a similar portion of food for Rusty and placed it in front of him before she began to serve her self.

“This is so good, B” Rusty commented with a mouth full of food.

“Mm. Yeah it is, really good” Dallas agreed.

“Thanks” she replied popping a piece of juicy chicken into her mouth. They ate mostly in silence, save the occasional “could I have some more?” from the two men as they stuffed their faces with the first home cooked meal they’d had in a long time. “So where are we going tonight?” she asked as they cleared the table. Rusty shrugged.

“Let’s walk up to the pool hall on the corner” Dallas offered. “I feel like another lap dance” he added with a smile.

“No I want a drink.” She replied, mimicking his smirk and giving him a playful punch on the ribs.

“They have drinks there, little Butterfly.” He said.

“Fine, but I’m not playing pool.” She answered.

“Afraid you’ll loose again?” he asked.

“Fuck you, okay. That was your lucky night. I usually never loose, ask Rusty.”

“It’s true” he called from the sink. “I'll play pool with you, Fatty.”

“Alright let’s do it. Leave those, we’ll do them later.” He said referring to the dirty dishes before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door followed closely by Rusty.

“Hey hold your fuckin horses; I can’t go out like this.” She yelled gesturing to her comfortable house attire before retreating back into Rusty’s room. A few moments later, she reappeared in a pair of faded jeans, a black wife beater and a trucker hat that read “Rock out with you Cock out”. Dallas laughed when he saw what her hat said.

“Hell yeah” he said as he locked the door behind them.