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Chapter 6 – Tequila Slammer
JesseMost of the first day on my road trip to California, I brooded about my life. Driving soothed my soul. Watching bikers passing by brought back memories riding my bike out in the open, the wind blowing past my body, I was invincible. It made me feel alive. Riding was my passion, my fire, my life. Damn. The thought of losing it all clenched at my gut like a vice grip. What if I never gained back the full function of my hand? What if I could never race in competition again? Maybe I should just break out the rocking chair now and reminisce on the career that was. Maybe that was how my book ended, washed up, pissed off and not handling it well. Fuck that shit. I refused to accept it but that’s how I had spent most of my days lately. I cranked up the radio and blasted my favorite rock station, the harder the better. If I couldn’t drown my sorrows with booze while driving, I was hell bent on numbing myself with music. Later, when the familiar radio stations faded and radio static was eroding my eardrums, I hooked up my iPod, leaning back in my seat, and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of a familiar song. The tires of my truck ate up the gray ribbon of pavement as the first day faded into the next. Two days later, this driving cross country shit no longer seemed like such a good idea. I was just outside Denver, Colorado, on Interstate 70. My plan was to make it into Denver and find a room for the night. Fuck it. My ass was numb. I couldn’t take one more minute in this truck. I pulled off the Interstate in Bennett, Colorado, into a gas station and used my cell phone to Google a cheap motel for the night. Bennett looked like a nice town, one with good neighbors, people who cared about each other, the kind of hometown that was remembered with nostalgia by those who had left it behind. I swiped my finger across the screen and “bingo” I’d found a motel. After filling up the tank, I disposed of the many empty potato chip bags and beef jerky wrappers that had littered my truck. It was a short drive to the motel. I nosed into the parking space in front of a dismal building and a glowing red neon sign in the window of the adjacent storefront caught my eye, “The Corner Pocket.” Hell yeah!This looked like a good place to get a beer and it was right next door.I stepped out of my truck, my body stiff from the drive and I walked like an old man into the office to check in. Old motorcycle injuries have a way of messing with your muscles like that. Fuck. I couldn’t wait to feel the cool brew sliding down my throat along with a chaser or two, or four, or maybe more of Jack. I got the room key but didn’t even bother putting my bag inside, or moving my truck. I headed straight for the bar. I figured they had a burger on the menu to go with my liquid dinner of booze.It was late when I walked into the darkness of the Corner Pocket. A few locals sat hunched over the bar, nursing their beers. A dreary country song was playing and the piped in music was only interrupted by the click of pool balls in the back. A guy in cowboy boots and a girl in a white tank-top and cut-off jean shorts played a slow game on the tattered green velvet. I slid up to the bar and raised a finger to signal the bartender. He yelled to a girl at the other end of the bar, “Holly, customer.” I rubbed my face with the heel of my hands, tired from driving. A cute, young woman with long brown hair and bangs that fell in her eyes ambled over to where I sat. “What’ll it be?” she asked with her pouty lips. She stared blankly, a few strands of her bangs catching in her eyelashes. She sure as hell didn’t looked thrilled to be working in this dive. She tossed her head to move the hair out of her eyes, while her hands were busy finding a beer glass.“Just give me whatever’s on tap and a Jack Daniels chaser.”She walked down to the tap to fill the glass. Her plump, jean covered ass twitched, as it trailed away. My eyes followed, like a tracking device. I liked her ass. It came with nice round tits that busted out of her shirt and a not too tiny waist under that loose top. That was the kind of ass a guy could grab on to. She leaned forward, and slapped my beer on the sticky bar in front of me, dripping a puddle around it. Nice rack. She held up the shot glass for my chaser and wiggled it in the air. “Neat?” I nodded and she poured. I downed the Jack first, and then drained half then beer in one gulp. I tapped the rim of the empty shot glass for another, watching Holly drag her teeth over her lower lip. After she poured my second Jack, she leaned forward on her elbows and looked me up and down. Her eyes stopped at my tat. Only part of it was exposed, creeping out from under the sleeve of my T-shirt.“What's that say?” She cocked her head sideways to read the tat crawling up my arm.I cut a glance down to my bicep. I reached my left hand across my chest and pushed up the edge of my sleeve enough to expose the entire caption and said, “Carpe Diem.” We both said, “Seize the day” at the exact same time. She laughed and broke a smile.“Whatcha doing in town? Staying at the motel?” She batted her long eyelashes as she talked and reached down to run a glass through the washing station just under the bar top.“It’s that obvious?” I crossed my arms and leaned on the bar.“Yup. I can tell outsiders. You have that ‘just passing through’ look about you.” I snorted and shook my head. “Yeah, you got me pegged.” I shoved my hand through my hair. It never stayed in place. It was always falling down in my eyes. I should cut it, but I don’t give a damn. I blew out a long breath. My golden brown, liquid friend Jack was melting away the day's tension. It felt good to relax after all the driving and the stress of being on the road. My beer glass was empty by now. She eyed it like she could read my mind. She didn’t need to ask, but I answered, “Just keep ‘em coming.” She twitched away again to refill my beer and I slouched into the back of the tall bar stool until she returned with my drink.“Thanks. You got a cheese burger on that food menu?”“Sure do. A nice juicy half-pounder.”“That sounds perfect…um, Holly?” She batted her long lashes again, their dark length flicking at a wisp of her bangs. That was hot. I felt a twitch in my groin. A little smile quivered at the corner of her mouth and it twitched again.“Yep, I’m Holly. What’s your name, hun?” She stood poised with one hand on her hip and pushed a coaster at me for my weeping beer glass, then turned to put in my order.“Jesse and I’m from...”“No, wait. Don’t tell me. Let me guess. I’m pretty good at guessing where people are from.” She scoped me out with a sidelong glance. She rose up on her tippy toes for a minute to peer over the bar to get a good look at my clothes and well, my body. I could see her eyes stall at my chest and upper arms. I glanced down at my torso, then back at her. She settled her weight back into her heels, coming down off her toes and her tits jiggled. Nice. Shit, she’d already eyed my tat, now she was eye fucking me up and down. This could be promising. She opened her mouth to talk but I cut in.“Wait, Holly. Let’s make this interesting. Me and you, and my old friend Jack are gonna play a game. You guess where I’m from and if you’re wrong, you take a shot. You get three guesses and every time you are wrong, you gotta take a shot. If you guess right, I have to take all remaining shots. Deal?” I smiled a cocky smile and crossed my arms across my chest.She pursed her lips, looked up to the left and twisted her mouth to the side, pulling in her bottom lip. “Hmm. It’s time for my shift to end, but okay, hun. I’m game.” She reached under the bar and slammed a clean, empty shot glass on the bar in between both of us. “Uh, uh girl. Three. You get three guesses. That’d be three glasses, baby.” She rolled her eyes and huffed, before dragging two more shot glasses from the wash area under the bar. She pushed them into a neat row and looked up at me.“Fill ‘em.” I ordered and raised my eyebrows. She responded to the teasing twinkle in my eyes with a “come on” look, and she filled all three with Jack Daniels. She leaned her weight into her elbows on the bar, screwing up her face like she was thinking hard.“You know you’re gonna lose. I’m pretty fucking good at this.” She smiled.“Bring it.” I sat back and waited for her guess.“You are from...” she paused, her eyes searched the ceiling. “...Alaska.”“Hell no. Do I look like a fucking Eskimo?” I chuckled. I got this.She dropped her head forward until her forehead almost touched the bar, laughing and her long brown hair fell down, pooling on the shiny black surface of the bar. I threw my hands up and laughed with her then slapped my palm down on the bar in front of the row of shots. “You gotta drink. “ I kept pounding my hand on the surface as I chanted, “Drink, drink, drink. Go on now. You lost, take your punishment.” I egged her on. I wanted to watch her take the shot. I wanted to see her toss her head back with her mouth open and her neck exposed, as her long soft hair fell down her back. I felt a tug in my loin. Come on baby, just do it already.She flipped her hair out of her face as he straightened up from her fit of laughter and tried to settle herself. “Okay, okay. I got this. You won the first round. But I’m only doing this because I like your tattoo.” She reached for the glass at the end of the three, neatly lined up in a row and held it up in a salute. “Carpe Diem.”I grabbed one of the shots and held it up. “Carpe Diem,” I said, and locked my eyes on her as she tossed her head back and my fantasy was born. It was as beautiful as I had imagined. I wanted my mouth on her neck. I wanted to run my tongue up the length of her soft skin and fill my mouth with her pouty lips. Damn. I hoped she would never guess where I was from.I threw back my shot, quickly, before she could catch me staring and adjusted myself in my jeans under the bar. She sputtered and coughed from the burn, fanning her face with her open fingered hands. It was more of a gesture than the need for air. She took the shot like an expert. My mind wandered. What else could she take like an expert? Fuck. I had to adjust myself again.She sucked in her lower lip, “Whew. That burned. But in a good way.”She threw the used glass into the wash area, then turned back and planted both hands on the bar. “Okay Jesse. You’re one for three. Let’s go again. I get another try.”“I thought you were good at this,” I snickered. I wasn’t sure if she was losing on purpose to keep drinking with me. “Okay, guess again. Wait, do you want a hint?”“No, no.” She bounced up and down, waving me away. I watched as the flesh of her tilts moved with her. “I don’t need a hint. I can get this. I’m good at this. I’ve worked here for a long time....since...damn, since eleven o'clock this morning. Fuck, I work too much.” She giggled as the alcohol worked its way into her bloodstream.“Uh, am I keeping you from your work?”“Hell no. I was off half an hour ago. We’re just partying together now, sugar. Just you and me.” “Well then, let’s get to partying. Come on now, make another guess.” She pushed off the bar and straighten up as if that would help her think. “Okay. Here goes. You are from...wait, let me hear your accent again.” I pulled back and furrowed my brow. “What the hell? I don’t have an accent, you have an accent. Shit. Ya’ll.”“Come on, come on, say, the word, car.”“Ca-a-a.” She giggled.“Say the word, bar-r-r.”“Ba-a-a.” She reeled back on her heels in giggles. “Car-r-r-r. Bar-r-r-r-.” she enunciated and drew out the sound of the last letter. “There is an “r” on the end of those words. You have to be from the East coast, like New York?”“Nope,” I lied. I wanted her to take another shot and show me that long tempting neck again. She looked puzzled and stared me dead in the eyes.“Liar.” I rolled my eyes up, like the cat that caught the mouse.She got more vehement and slapped the bar top. “You shit head! You’re from New York, aren’t you?” She squealed. “You are devious.”She came around to my side of the bar in a burst and stood next to me, leaning one elbow on the bar. She reached up, groping my head with her fingertips.“Wait, I feel it.” She poked at my scalp again. “Yeah, that’s it, right there. I can feel the horns growing as we speak.”I playfully slapped her hand away. As she reeled back, I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. She smelled good. Sweet, and surprisingly fresh, for working in such a dive. Her long brown hair whipped around me as she teetered forward from the force of my grip. Hot silence stilled between us for a moment before she turned away from me to face the bar for her punishment drink. I ran my hand slowly up and down her back, feeling the curve of her body as it dipped in the small of her back, right above the rise of her rump. I wanted my hand to continue on down her backside, over those tight fitting jeans, over her ass. I fantasized for a brief moment of pushing her head down and bending her over the bar, her ass up in the air, and mounting her right in the bar. I shook my head. Get a grip dude. It’s too soon for that, but later, yeah. I’ll tap that ass and she’ll let me put my hands all over her. I watched her eye the last shot glass as hard core lust burned between us.“New York, huh? How did you guess?”“I’m psychic.”I raised a brow.“No, I saw your driver’s license when I checked your ID, duh.” She rolled her eyes like I was an idiot. Hell, I was, most of the time. I bit my lower lip, my eyes fixated on her ass. I wanted to slap a firm hand on it so bad. I moved my legs apart as I sat on the bar stool so she could stand between them. Damn, having her close to me felt good. I let my leg rub against her warm thighs. The sexual tension between us practically crackled like static electricity. I leaned into her bare arm and nuzzled my nose on the soft smooth skin of her shoulder. The full tactile contact made my fucking dick twitch and I pushed my thigh against the fullness of her body. I stalled there, eyes closed and drew in a breath with my lips against the coolness of her skin.She broke my mood and distracted my focus, dragging me back to other more civil thoughts. “That last shot is looking pretty lonely there. I already guessed where you’re from, so I won. You have to take the shot.”“Are you bustin’ my chops, lady?” I joked. Still wedged between my legs, she twisted around to face me and slipped her arms loosely around my neck. She tilted her head back and I lunged at her neck, dragging my teeth gently across her skin, then sucking out a kiss.“Keep doing that and you're gonna get us both in trouble.”“I like trouble. Trouble is my middle name,” I mouthed against her neck as I kept my lips connected to her skin. She rolled her head to the side and dipped her head close to mine. I felt her hot breath in my ear.She stole a glance around the half empty bar, and whispered in my ear, “You seem like the type of guy who likes danger.” “Mmm, I am.” I continued exploring her long neck. “Racing motocross for a living is kind of dangerous.”“Jesse, do you want a little adventure?” she asked in a low breathy whisper. Her teeth teased at my earlobe.“Mmmm…yea, but here? Don’t you think it’s a little risky?” I murmured, eyeing the bar owner almost falling asleep on the other end of the bar.“That’s how you know it’s an adventure.”She pulled back and slipped her hand into her front jean pocket, retrieving a little yellow pill with the imprint of a smiley face on it. She wiggled it between her thumb and forefinger, nervously glancing around the bar, then hid it in the palm of her hand.“Do you like this kind of adventure?”“Yeah, baby. I’m down.”“Okay, you’ll need a tequila slammer to go with it.” “What the fuck is a tequila slammer?” I was annoyed when she pulled away from me. She left me all raw and edgy feeling, like my shit was all hanging out. I wanted that feeling back. Damn it. I swiveled around on my stool as she stepped down to the end of the bar. “Motorcycle rider, right?” “Yup.” I nodded. She grabbed a black motorcycle helmet that was sitting at the end of the bar. It was the half helmet type. No face mask.“Here, put it on,” she directed as she disappeared around to the other side of the bar. “What the hell is this shit?” I asked holding the helmet like, “I’m not putting this crap on my head.” She slammed a bottle of tequila and a shot glass on the bar. I stared blankly wondering if she was going to make me drink out of this nasty old helmet or something. She jumped up on the bar and spun around on her behind until her legs were dangling over the edge of the bar on my side. She spread her legs open and slid over so I was sitting right in front of her, her legs open in a wide v. “Put it on,” she commanded.I drew back with a crooked smile. “Say what?”“Just put the helmet on and play along. You’ll like it, I promise.”“Ok, but I warn you, I’m a virgin so be gentle,” I mocked.She pushed on my shoulder and spun me on my stool so I had my back to her. I put on the helmet.“Ok, now lean back so your head is resting on the bar right between my legs.”I complied. She scooted back a little as I laid my head back between her wide open legs.“Ok, sugar. Close your eyes and open your mouth,” she said holding the soda dispenser in one hand.I could hear the clink of the tequila bottle and the next thing I felt was wetness in my mouth. My eyes popped open and I saw the tiny yellow pill drop into my mouth along with the tequila and some Sprite. She grabbed my head, helmet and all with both of her hands and slammed my head hard on the bar.“That’s a tequila slammer,” she said, as the helmet made a loud bang.I damn near choked as the Sprite and tequila, fizzed wildly inside my mouth. I swallowed in one huge gulp, gagging, gasping and laughing all at once. She leaned over my head and kissed me upside down, running her tongue around the edge of my lips.She let loose of me and I sat up. I damn near fell off the stool but it was all in good fun. I stood up, and pushed the stool back. I took off the funky old helmet and shoved it down the surface of the bar, out of our way. She sat in front of me with her legs spread wide open. It wouldn’t take long for the XTC to kick in. My dick and I wanted this girl naked. Immediately. “My turn,” she said.She wet her lips, opened her clenched fist in front of me, revealing another little yellow pill for her in the palm of her hand. Before she could pop it in her mouth I grabbed her wrist and held her arm in place. She didn’t move. Without breaking our glance, I brought her open palm up to my face. I opened my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to the pill. It adhered to the moisture on my tongue. With a jerk I pulled on her wrist, so she would fall forward into me. She moved in my direction, and I wrapped my arm around her waist. l held her wrist, pinning her arm behind her back. It forced her to arch up and her lips parted in a reflex action. A little gasp erupted from her throat and I shoved my tongue in her mouth, pushing the little pill off the tip for her. I paused for a second and she swallowed. My goddamn cock was getting thicker inside my jeans. Damn, this girl was hot. She came at me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth, twisting into our kisses, pulling her fist into my hair. I could have taken her right there on the top of that dirty, sticky bar, but I figured we had better get out before being thrown out.“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I said breathless.“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, and bolted off the bar to the back side where she snagged her purse out from under the bar. We split in a flash and headed for my motel room next door.
Breathless - Jesse Book 1 is out Wednesday June 19th.
Chapter 6 – Tequila Slammer
JesseMost of the first day on my road trip to California, I brooded about my life. Driving soothed my soul. Watching bikers passing by brought back memories riding my bike out in the open, the wind blowing past my body, I was invincible. It made me feel alive. Riding was my passion, my fire, my life. Damn. The thought of losing it all clenched at my gut like a vice grip. What if I never gained back the full function of my hand? What if I could never race in competition again? Maybe I should just break out the rocking chair now and reminisce on the career that was. Maybe that was how my book ended, washed up, pissed off and not handling it well. Fuck that shit. I refused to accept it but that’s how I had spent most of my days lately. I cranked up the radio and blasted my favorite rock station, the harder the better. If I couldn’t drown my sorrows with booze while driving, I was hell bent on numbing myself with music. Later, when the familiar radio stations faded and radio static was eroding my eardrums, I hooked up my iPod, leaning back in my seat, and drummed my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of a familiar song. The tires of my truck ate up the gray ribbon of pavement as the first day faded into the next. Two days later, this driving cross country shit no longer seemed like such a good idea. I was just outside Denver, Colorado, on Interstate 70. My plan was to make it into Denver and find a room for the night. Fuck it. My ass was numb. I couldn’t take one more minute in this truck. I pulled off the Interstate in Bennett, Colorado, into a gas station and used my cell phone to Google a cheap motel for the night. Bennett looked like a nice town, one with good neighbors, people who cared about each other, the kind of hometown that was remembered with nostalgia by those who had left it behind. I swiped my finger across the screen and “bingo” I’d found a motel. After filling up the tank, I disposed of the many empty potato chip bags and beef jerky wrappers that had littered my truck. It was a short drive to the motel. I nosed into the parking space in front of a dismal building and a glowing red neon sign in the window of the adjacent storefront caught my eye, “The Corner Pocket.” Hell yeah!This looked like a good place to get a beer and it was right next door.I stepped out of my truck, my body stiff from the drive and I walked like an old man into the office to check in. Old motorcycle injuries have a way of messing with your muscles like that. Fuck. I couldn’t wait to feel the cool brew sliding down my throat along with a chaser or two, or four, or maybe more of Jack. I got the room key but didn’t even bother putting my bag inside, or moving my truck. I headed straight for the bar. I figured they had a burger on the menu to go with my liquid dinner of booze.It was late when I walked into the darkness of the Corner Pocket. A few locals sat hunched over the bar, nursing their beers. A dreary country song was playing and the piped in music was only interrupted by the click of pool balls in the back. A guy in cowboy boots and a girl in a white tank-top and cut-off jean shorts played a slow game on the tattered green velvet. I slid up to the bar and raised a finger to signal the bartender. He yelled to a girl at the other end of the bar, “Holly, customer.” I rubbed my face with the heel of my hands, tired from driving. A cute, young woman with long brown hair and bangs that fell in her eyes ambled over to where I sat. “What’ll it be?” she asked with her pouty lips. She stared blankly, a few strands of her bangs catching in her eyelashes. She sure as hell didn’t looked thrilled to be working in this dive. She tossed her head to move the hair out of her eyes, while her hands were busy finding a beer glass.“Just give me whatever’s on tap and a Jack Daniels chaser.”She walked down to the tap to fill the glass. Her plump, jean covered ass twitched, as it trailed away. My eyes followed, like a tracking device. I liked her ass. It came with nice round tits that busted out of her shirt and a not too tiny waist under that loose top. That was the kind of ass a guy could grab on to. She leaned forward, and slapped my beer on the sticky bar in front of me, dripping a puddle around it. Nice rack. She held up the shot glass for my chaser and wiggled it in the air. “Neat?” I nodded and she poured. I downed the Jack first, and then drained half then beer in one gulp. I tapped the rim of the empty shot glass for another, watching Holly drag her teeth over her lower lip. After she poured my second Jack, she leaned forward on her elbows and looked me up and down. Her eyes stopped at my tat. Only part of it was exposed, creeping out from under the sleeve of my T-shirt.“What's that say?” She cocked her head sideways to read the tat crawling up my arm.I cut a glance down to my bicep. I reached my left hand across my chest and pushed up the edge of my sleeve enough to expose the entire caption and said, “Carpe Diem.” We both said, “Seize the day” at the exact same time. She laughed and broke a smile.“Whatcha doing in town? Staying at the motel?” She batted her long eyelashes as she talked and reached down to run a glass through the washing station just under the bar top.“It’s that obvious?” I crossed my arms and leaned on the bar.“Yup. I can tell outsiders. You have that ‘just passing through’ look about you.” I snorted and shook my head. “Yeah, you got me pegged.” I shoved my hand through my hair. It never stayed in place. It was always falling down in my eyes. I should cut it, but I don’t give a damn. I blew out a long breath. My golden brown, liquid friend Jack was melting away the day's tension. It felt good to relax after all the driving and the stress of being on the road. My beer glass was empty by now. She eyed it like she could read my mind. She didn’t need to ask, but I answered, “Just keep ‘em coming.” She twitched away again to refill my beer and I slouched into the back of the tall bar stool until she returned with my drink.“Thanks. You got a cheese burger on that food menu?”“Sure do. A nice juicy half-pounder.”“That sounds perfect…um, Holly?” She batted her long lashes again, their dark length flicking at a wisp of her bangs. That was hot. I felt a twitch in my groin. A little smile quivered at the corner of her mouth and it twitched again.“Yep, I’m Holly. What’s your name, hun?” She stood poised with one hand on her hip and pushed a coaster at me for my weeping beer glass, then turned to put in my order.“Jesse and I’m from...”“No, wait. Don’t tell me. Let me guess. I’m pretty good at guessing where people are from.” She scoped me out with a sidelong glance. She rose up on her tippy toes for a minute to peer over the bar to get a good look at my clothes and well, my body. I could see her eyes stall at my chest and upper arms. I glanced down at my torso, then back at her. She settled her weight back into her heels, coming down off her toes and her tits jiggled. Nice. Shit, she’d already eyed my tat, now she was eye fucking me up and down. This could be promising. She opened her mouth to talk but I cut in.“Wait, Holly. Let’s make this interesting. Me and you, and my old friend Jack are gonna play a game. You guess where I’m from and if you’re wrong, you take a shot. You get three guesses and every time you are wrong, you gotta take a shot. If you guess right, I have to take all remaining shots. Deal?” I smiled a cocky smile and crossed my arms across my chest.She pursed her lips, looked up to the left and twisted her mouth to the side, pulling in her bottom lip. “Hmm. It’s time for my shift to end, but okay, hun. I’m game.” She reached under the bar and slammed a clean, empty shot glass on the bar in between both of us. “Uh, uh girl. Three. You get three guesses. That’d be three glasses, baby.” She rolled her eyes and huffed, before dragging two more shot glasses from the wash area under the bar. She pushed them into a neat row and looked up at me.“Fill ‘em.” I ordered and raised my eyebrows. She responded to the teasing twinkle in my eyes with a “come on” look, and she filled all three with Jack Daniels. She leaned her weight into her elbows on the bar, screwing up her face like she was thinking hard.“You know you’re gonna lose. I’m pretty fucking good at this.” She smiled.“Bring it.” I sat back and waited for her guess.“You are from...” she paused, her eyes searched the ceiling. “...Alaska.”“Hell no. Do I look like a fucking Eskimo?” I chuckled. I got this.She dropped her head forward until her forehead almost touched the bar, laughing and her long brown hair fell down, pooling on the shiny black surface of the bar. I threw my hands up and laughed with her then slapped my palm down on the bar in front of the row of shots. “You gotta drink. “ I kept pounding my hand on the surface as I chanted, “Drink, drink, drink. Go on now. You lost, take your punishment.” I egged her on. I wanted to watch her take the shot. I wanted to see her toss her head back with her mouth open and her neck exposed, as her long soft hair fell down her back. I felt a tug in my loin. Come on baby, just do it already.She flipped her hair out of her face as he straightened up from her fit of laughter and tried to settle herself. “Okay, okay. I got this. You won the first round. But I’m only doing this because I like your tattoo.” She reached for the glass at the end of the three, neatly lined up in a row and held it up in a salute. “Carpe Diem.”I grabbed one of the shots and held it up. “Carpe Diem,” I said, and locked my eyes on her as she tossed her head back and my fantasy was born. It was as beautiful as I had imagined. I wanted my mouth on her neck. I wanted to run my tongue up the length of her soft skin and fill my mouth with her pouty lips. Damn. I hoped she would never guess where I was from.I threw back my shot, quickly, before she could catch me staring and adjusted myself in my jeans under the bar. She sputtered and coughed from the burn, fanning her face with her open fingered hands. It was more of a gesture than the need for air. She took the shot like an expert. My mind wandered. What else could she take like an expert? Fuck. I had to adjust myself again.She sucked in her lower lip, “Whew. That burned. But in a good way.”She threw the used glass into the wash area, then turned back and planted both hands on the bar. “Okay Jesse. You’re one for three. Let’s go again. I get another try.”“I thought you were good at this,” I snickered. I wasn’t sure if she was losing on purpose to keep drinking with me. “Okay, guess again. Wait, do you want a hint?”“No, no.” She bounced up and down, waving me away. I watched as the flesh of her tilts moved with her. “I don’t need a hint. I can get this. I’m good at this. I’ve worked here for a long time....since...damn, since eleven o'clock this morning. Fuck, I work too much.” She giggled as the alcohol worked its way into her bloodstream.“Uh, am I keeping you from your work?”“Hell no. I was off half an hour ago. We’re just partying together now, sugar. Just you and me.” “Well then, let’s get to partying. Come on now, make another guess.” She pushed off the bar and straighten up as if that would help her think. “Okay. Here goes. You are from...wait, let me hear your accent again.” I pulled back and furrowed my brow. “What the hell? I don’t have an accent, you have an accent. Shit. Ya’ll.”“Come on, come on, say, the word, car.”“Ca-a-a.” She giggled.“Say the word, bar-r-r.”“Ba-a-a.” She reeled back on her heels in giggles. “Car-r-r-r. Bar-r-r-r-.” she enunciated and drew out the sound of the last letter. “There is an “r” on the end of those words. You have to be from the East coast, like New York?”“Nope,” I lied. I wanted her to take another shot and show me that long tempting neck again. She looked puzzled and stared me dead in the eyes.“Liar.” I rolled my eyes up, like the cat that caught the mouse.She got more vehement and slapped the bar top. “You shit head! You’re from New York, aren’t you?” She squealed. “You are devious.”She came around to my side of the bar in a burst and stood next to me, leaning one elbow on the bar. She reached up, groping my head with her fingertips.“Wait, I feel it.” She poked at my scalp again. “Yeah, that’s it, right there. I can feel the horns growing as we speak.”I playfully slapped her hand away. As she reeled back, I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her into me. She smelled good. Sweet, and surprisingly fresh, for working in such a dive. Her long brown hair whipped around me as she teetered forward from the force of my grip. Hot silence stilled between us for a moment before she turned away from me to face the bar for her punishment drink. I ran my hand slowly up and down her back, feeling the curve of her body as it dipped in the small of her back, right above the rise of her rump. I wanted my hand to continue on down her backside, over those tight fitting jeans, over her ass. I fantasized for a brief moment of pushing her head down and bending her over the bar, her ass up in the air, and mounting her right in the bar. I shook my head. Get a grip dude. It’s too soon for that, but later, yeah. I’ll tap that ass and she’ll let me put my hands all over her. I watched her eye the last shot glass as hard core lust burned between us.“New York, huh? How did you guess?”“I’m psychic.”I raised a brow.“No, I saw your driver’s license when I checked your ID, duh.” She rolled her eyes like I was an idiot. Hell, I was, most of the time. I bit my lower lip, my eyes fixated on her ass. I wanted to slap a firm hand on it so bad. I moved my legs apart as I sat on the bar stool so she could stand between them. Damn, having her close to me felt good. I let my leg rub against her warm thighs. The sexual tension between us practically crackled like static electricity. I leaned into her bare arm and nuzzled my nose on the soft smooth skin of her shoulder. The full tactile contact made my fucking dick twitch and I pushed my thigh against the fullness of her body. I stalled there, eyes closed and drew in a breath with my lips against the coolness of her skin.She broke my mood and distracted my focus, dragging me back to other more civil thoughts. “That last shot is looking pretty lonely there. I already guessed where you’re from, so I won. You have to take the shot.”“Are you bustin’ my chops, lady?” I joked. Still wedged between my legs, she twisted around to face me and slipped her arms loosely around my neck. She tilted her head back and I lunged at her neck, dragging my teeth gently across her skin, then sucking out a kiss.“Keep doing that and you're gonna get us both in trouble.”“I like trouble. Trouble is my middle name,” I mouthed against her neck as I kept my lips connected to her skin. She rolled her head to the side and dipped her head close to mine. I felt her hot breath in my ear.She stole a glance around the half empty bar, and whispered in my ear, “You seem like the type of guy who likes danger.” “Mmm, I am.” I continued exploring her long neck. “Racing motocross for a living is kind of dangerous.”“Jesse, do you want a little adventure?” she asked in a low breathy whisper. Her teeth teased at my earlobe.“Mmmm…yea, but here? Don’t you think it’s a little risky?” I murmured, eyeing the bar owner almost falling asleep on the other end of the bar.“That’s how you know it’s an adventure.”She pulled back and slipped her hand into her front jean pocket, retrieving a little yellow pill with the imprint of a smiley face on it. She wiggled it between her thumb and forefinger, nervously glancing around the bar, then hid it in the palm of her hand.“Do you like this kind of adventure?”“Yeah, baby. I’m down.”“Okay, you’ll need a tequila slammer to go with it.” “What the fuck is a tequila slammer?” I was annoyed when she pulled away from me. She left me all raw and edgy feeling, like my shit was all hanging out. I wanted that feeling back. Damn it. I swiveled around on my stool as she stepped down to the end of the bar. “Motorcycle rider, right?” “Yup.” I nodded. She grabbed a black motorcycle helmet that was sitting at the end of the bar. It was the half helmet type. No face mask.“Here, put it on,” she directed as she disappeared around to the other side of the bar. “What the hell is this shit?” I asked holding the helmet like, “I’m not putting this crap on my head.” She slammed a bottle of tequila and a shot glass on the bar. I stared blankly wondering if she was going to make me drink out of this nasty old helmet or something. She jumped up on the bar and spun around on her behind until her legs were dangling over the edge of the bar on my side. She spread her legs open and slid over so I was sitting right in front of her, her legs open in a wide v. “Put it on,” she commanded.I drew back with a crooked smile. “Say what?”“Just put the helmet on and play along. You’ll like it, I promise.”“Ok, but I warn you, I’m a virgin so be gentle,” I mocked.She pushed on my shoulder and spun me on my stool so I had my back to her. I put on the helmet.“Ok, now lean back so your head is resting on the bar right between my legs.”I complied. She scooted back a little as I laid my head back between her wide open legs.“Ok, sugar. Close your eyes and open your mouth,” she said holding the soda dispenser in one hand.I could hear the clink of the tequila bottle and the next thing I felt was wetness in my mouth. My eyes popped open and I saw the tiny yellow pill drop into my mouth along with the tequila and some Sprite. She grabbed my head, helmet and all with both of her hands and slammed my head hard on the bar.“That’s a tequila slammer,” she said, as the helmet made a loud bang.I damn near choked as the Sprite and tequila, fizzed wildly inside my mouth. I swallowed in one huge gulp, gagging, gasping and laughing all at once. She leaned over my head and kissed me upside down, running her tongue around the edge of my lips.She let loose of me and I sat up. I damn near fell off the stool but it was all in good fun. I stood up, and pushed the stool back. I took off the funky old helmet and shoved it down the surface of the bar, out of our way. She sat in front of me with her legs spread wide open. It wouldn’t take long for the XTC to kick in. My dick and I wanted this girl naked. Immediately. “My turn,” she said.She wet her lips, opened her clenched fist in front of me, revealing another little yellow pill for her in the palm of her hand. Before she could pop it in her mouth I grabbed her wrist and held her arm in place. She didn’t move. Without breaking our glance, I brought her open palm up to my face. I opened my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to the pill. It adhered to the moisture on my tongue. With a jerk I pulled on her wrist, so she would fall forward into me. She moved in my direction, and I wrapped my arm around her waist. l held her wrist, pinning her arm behind her back. It forced her to arch up and her lips parted in a reflex action. A little gasp erupted from her throat and I shoved my tongue in her mouth, pushing the little pill off the tip for her. I paused for a second and she swallowed. My goddamn cock was getting thicker inside my jeans. Damn, this girl was hot. She came at me hard, shoving her tongue in my mouth, twisting into our kisses, pulling her fist into my hair. I could have taken her right there on the top of that dirty, sticky bar, but I figured we had better get out before being thrown out.“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I said breathless.“I thought you’d never ask,” she said, and bolted off the bar to the back side where she snagged her purse out from under the bar. We split in a flash and headed for my motel room next door.
Breathless - Jesse Book 1 is out Wednesday June 19th.
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