Fighting temptation

Chapter 5

*Justins Pov*

I pull up to Selena's house just a few minutes before six and try to pull myself together. I've been in a shit mood these last few days, leaving Selena is bothering me more than I thought it would. Even Coop has had enough of me. As I walk up to the door and begin to knock, Selena's grandma, Margaret Sinclair, opens the door.

"Justin, I thought that was your bike I heard. Come here and give me a hug." I do so, awkwardly. I'm not used to affection, especially with elders, but Margaret is a real affectionate lady and likes to hug a lot.

"How ya doing, Miss Margaret?" I ask as politely as I can. I never cared much about my manners but Margaret has been good to me. She never treated me like I wasn't good enough to be friends with Selena, so I make sure to always be respectful to her.

"How many times I got to tell you to stop with the 'Miss Margaret' and call me Grams?" she says with kindness, and a slight hint of frustration.

"Sorry," I mumble.

"You're forgiven handsome. Now come on into the kitchen, Selena will be down in a minute, Kayla's up there with her. They should be done soon." I follow her into the kitchen. "Sit here and have a cookie," she says grabbing a plate from the counter. "Selena and I baked them this morning."

Sitting down next to me she cuts right to the chase, "Now what's this that you're leaving?"

"Yes ma'am, I am. I'm going to train and hopefully make it in the Navy, I wanna be a Seal." She's looking at me strangely, making me feel uncomfortable.

She goes to the living room and grabs a big photo album. Pulling a picture out she brings it back to me, "Selena's Pappi, my Ben, was in the Navy. He was a sailor, a darn good one too." Sure enough the black and white photograph was of a young man in a sailor suit who looked to be even younger than me. Which was confirmed when I turned the picture over and read Benjamin Sinclair, 1952, 18 years old. "He served 10 years and then was honorably discharged. He could have stayed but after I had Selena's mother, Anabelle, I wanted him home with us, safe. Who would've known it would have been a drunk driver to take him from us."

I stare silently at the picture because I'm not really sure what to say. I look up at her in surprise when she puts her hand on mine. "You remind me a little of my Ben, Justin. You're fierce, loyal and strong. I think the Navy would be lucky to have you help serve this country."

It was probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. "Thank you."

"Now tell me, are you gonna come back to my Selena?"

Jesus, speaking of Selena... Where the hell is she? What am I supposed to say to that, when I don't know the answer? "I'm not sure what will happen if I make it, but I do expect to see Selena again. I care about her; she's a good friend. I'll miss her but it will be good for her too. I know it's been tough at times for her, being friends with me."

Next thing I know Margaret comes to stand right in front of me. I look up wearily, wondering what the hell she's gonna say now. This conversation is way too much for me. She takes my face in both her hands and gives me a kind smile, "You're a good boy Justin, never think any different. Selena is lucky to have you; she's much stronger than you give her credit for. She needs you in her life though, you make sure you come home to her, ya hear?" I swallow thickly and nod at her. I feel bad doing it because I'm not sure I will keep that promise.

Finally I hear Selena's bedroom door open. Margaret pats my shoulder and yells, "We're in the kitchen girls."

I quickly stand up, thankful the conversation is over, and suck in a sharp breath when Selena walks in. Ho-ly fuck! All the blood from my head rushes south to my cock and I immediately regret that I'm standing. Every time I see Selena I'm always struck with the reminder of how beautiful she is, but right now, it's more than that. I have never seen her look this way. She's showing way more skin than I have yet to see and I don't want anyone else to either. With her hair and make-up done like this she is not looking like beautiful wholesome Selena. No, she looks like a sexy vixen. What the fuck!?

"Oh Selena dear, you look beautiful."

"Thanks Grams," Selena kisses her on the cheek, then looks at me.

"Hi Jay." She fidgets with the bottom of her skirt and my eyes are drawn to her long smooth legs. Legs that I wanna feel wrapped around my waist while I drive myself into her. Fuck me! I look back up at her.

"Hi," I croak out. Shit, pull yourself together man! I clear my throat trying again. "Hey Sel, you do look nice," that's a fucking understatement. Then I notice Kayla staring at me with a sassy smirk as if she knows something I don't.

"Hey Justin!" she says. "Well I'm outta here folks. Have fun and call me later Sel." She gives Selena a hug and whispers in her ear something no one else can hear. "Good luck Justin, with the Navy thing. I'm sure you'll do great."

"Thanks Kayla. Make sure to keep Coop in check. Don't let him get too big of a head while I'm gone." She laughs then waves as she walks out the door.

"Are you ready?" I ask Selena.

"Yes. Um is it alright if we take my car instead? I'm not really dressed for the bike."

No fucking kidding.

"Ya that's fine."

"Where are you two headed tonight?" Selena looks over at me not sure.

"I thought we'd go get a pizza at Antonio's. Then go to the beach later?"

"Sounds great," she says smiling. A smile that always hits me like a blow to the chest.

We start walking to the front door when Margaret grabs me again and wraps her thin wrinkly arms around my waist. "You take care of yourself now Justin, I have no doubt you're gonna do great. You remember what I said, ok?"

I nod, "You take care too... Grams." She smiles big as I add that last part.

"I'm not sure what time I'll be home. Don't wait up for me just in case I'm late," Selena says blushing, looking away from me.

Jesus, what's up with her?

"Actually dear, don't wait up for me. My knitting club and I are partying it up tonight at Joyce Becker's. She's making monster margaritas."

Selena snickers, "Ok, be careful, and call if you need a ride."

"Oh you know me, I'll be fine and I have a ride home. You kids have a good night, bye," she waves as we walk out the door.

Once we're outside by ourselves Julia turns to me with a smile handing me her keys, "I imagine you want to drive," she rolls her eyes playfully. I take the keys from her, then before I can think better of it I grab her hips and pull her against me. She gasps when she feels my hard cock against her stomach.

"You look really fucking good tonight Selena."

"Thanks," her response comes out breathless.

I lean down and press a hard kiss to her forehead. Then I grab her hand and drag her to the car before I do something really dumb, like hike up that skirt of hers and fuck her right here on her front porch.