The Trouble with Loving a Milkovich Part 4

New Hire

Examining my reflection in the full length mirror that now hangs behind our bedroom door, I tuck my Nirvana short into my still loose jean skirt and smooth out the creases. My hair falls in chin length ringlets, so I Bobby pin the majority of them out of my face. Bending over, I pull up my thigh highs, then lean over and tie the laces on my doc martens. Grab my black and white striped sweater from off the floor, I'm ready for work. Leaving the bedroom, I see Mickey and Collin at the kitchen table, bitching about stolen mail. Mandy sits down and Terry walks in, asking her who was at the door. "Debbie Gallgher," Mandy tells us, her boyfriend plopping eggs down at the table in front of me. Stomach churning, I hand them to Collin who passes them to Mickey. Mandy goes on to tell us that Debbie was looking for Ian. "You seen him?" Mikcey asks, refusing to lift his eyes from the mail in front of him. "Why do you care?" Mandy retorts, to which Mickey raises his eyebrows. "I don't."
Mandy just shakes her head and tells us Lips doing well in college. "Fuck him," I tell her, glancing briefly at the big black dude she brought home after they broke up. "Where you going, babe?" Collin asks me, noting my skirt. "Work; I told you, I'm front end manager now. Gotta be there on time," I rub his freshly shaven head and kiss him. Mickey sneers at us. "Get a fucking room." Collin grabs my ass, but I slap it away. Terry's eyes burn a hole where Collin's hand was. "You're filling out nicely, Jagger," he nods, giving me the once over. "Gross, Terry," I sneer, reaching over the table and grabbing a piece of his toast. Unabashed, he goes on to tell me, "you'd look even better if you stopped dressing like a dyke." Mickey snorts and I almost choke on my toast. Laughter tangles with crumbs and I start to cough. Once the fit is over, I wipe the tears from eyes and tell him, "Whatever keeps your dick away from me Terry." Winking, I turn and leave the kitchen.

As I enter the liquor store, I'm greeted with a new face. "Fuck are you?" I ask, shoving my purse under the counter and straightening up my sweater. The guy stands up, and all 6 feet of him tower over me. Thin as a rail, his clothes hang off him; he has on a Pearl Jam shirt over a long sleeve black shirt. His jeans are straight legged and torn at the knees. Beat up Chuck Taylor's stick out from underneath. Dark brown, his hair is longer than mine and his cheekbones look sharp enough to chop lines. "I'm Axel," he tells me, sticking out his hand. "Jagger," I say, taking his in mine. Grinning, he looks back at the deal and separates the change. "Your parents were music fans too, huh?" Shrugging, I start rearranging all the cigarettes in the drawer beneath the counter. "They just really wanted a boy; naming me after one was as close as they could get." Axel laughs at this, and to my surprise, I feel myself blush. Embarrassed, i set to counting the bottles we have on the shelf so that I can write up an order. "How long you been working here?" Axel asks, his voice echoing thru the empty store. "Uhhhh, almost two years now?" I say. Axel chuckles. "You dont sound too sure." I click my tongue at this. "A lot has happened since k started."
"I feel that," he says, shaking his hair outta his eyes. The ringing of the bells connected to the door jar me away from my thoughts. Looking up, I'm relieved to see my husband. "Babe!" I squeal, my voice a little more high pitched than I'd like. Raising his eyebrows, Collin opens his arms and envelopes me in his comforting embrace. Hes put on some meat since getting clean, and hugging him no longer reminds me of the emotionless zombie I'd hug last year, but of the handsome boy who rescued me so many years ago. Collin peers every shoulder to the counter. "Who the fuck is that?" He asks, his grip on my tightening. Secretly, I'm aroused. I can't remember the last time Collin was jealous; wed been locked in a room, just the two of us, for what felt like am eternity. Seeing him like this does something to me. "New hire," I tell him, grabbing either side of his unzipped jacket. "Axel," I call over my shoulder. "Make sure nobody robs us. Shotgun under the loose floorboard at your feet. I got some business to take care of..."

Collin's dick is already hard by the time i push him against the bathroom wall. Sticking my tongue down his throat, I grab his chin then slide hand so that's its resting on his throat. Reciprocating, he turns me around so that I'm against the cool tile; shoving my skirt up, Collin lifts my legs, rests one on his shoulder and the other on the sink. His mouth is warm and I feel his tongue thru the thin panties I have on today. His fingers pull these to the side, and I have to cover my mouth. His tongue is gentle, the pressure he places on my clit makes my legs start to shake. As he sucks on my clit, he places two fingers inside of me and curves one finger so that it hits my g-spot. "Oh my fucking God, Collin," I moan thru clenched fingers, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Fueled by my pleasure, he eats me out until I come. Lowering me quickly, he needs me over the sink and starts to fuck my still throbbing pussy. Loving how it feels to have him inside of me, I dont last very long. One hand gripping the sink, the other his hand, I come all over his cock. Feeling my pussy pulsate, he pulls me closer and cums as well. Breathing heavily, we stay like this, him inside me, me holding his hand to my chest. "Jesus... christ..." I laugh, unable to catch breath just yet. "You always feel so fucking good after you come," he leans into my hair and kisses the back of my head.

We straighten out our clothing, me my skirt, him his jeans. I squeezed past him to open the door, but he grabs my shoulders and turns me to face him. Sliding his hand to my throat, his thumb tilts my chin up to his mouth. Kissing me, he says, "if I ever catch you fucking that asshole out there, ima fucking kill the both of you." Butterflies erupt in my stomach and I run my hand down the front of his jeans. Leading him back to the sink, I bend over, lift my skirt, and tell him, "Remind me who's this is, then."