Authors: Natalie Barnes
Chapter Fourteen
Tristan
I had to take another fucking shower. Sophia gives me a constant fucking hard on, but I think I’m good for now. I swear, I could live in her tight pussy.
I’m chilling out in the foyer with Dave as Caleb goes into the studio to see how things are going with Gage. Gunner and Ryan are still out back, smoking one real quick before the cab arrives. I should’ve just said ‘fuck it’ and been sober enough to take out one of Lux’s SUVs, but tonight I kind of want to let shit go and have a good time. I haven’t been wrecked in a while.
Dave is trying to talk to me about some shit. . . I don’t know. I’m not really paying attention at the moment because once I see Sophia making her way down the stairs my heart fucking stops and all the remaining blood that was pumping into it has now gone straight for my dick.
Fuck me! She’s so damn gorgeous. I need to run my hands over every bare inch on skin showing, caress every curve. I push my sleeves up to my elbows to fight back what my body wants to do. Clenching my teeth together, I hear a whistle and Sophia looks over her shoulder just as she takes the bottom step. My eyes dart quickly to where it was coming from and it’s fucking Caleb, coming up from behind her.
“Damn . . . no wonder your boys have to babysit you when you guys go out.”
Motherfucker winks at her. He gives me this mischievous grin before shiftily checking her out again. I follow his eyesight and can clearly tell that he is staring right at her tits. This dress is gonna get me fucking killed tonight. It’s not showing any cleavage, but the sides of her ample tits peek through and I know for a fact that my girl isn’t wearing a fucking bra. Christ! I can’t stand around or Caleb will be knocked out cold and I will be dragging Sophia up to her room to fuck her damn brains out all night.
I throw the door open and stomp my way outside. Running my hand through my hair, I exhale, trying to keep myself in check. My old man used to say I had one hell of a temper. I never took him seriously, but ever since I met Sophia, I’m starting to second-guess myself.
Shoving my hands in my back pockets, I start walking around in circles to keep myself from going back in there. Thank fuck I don’t have to wait long. After a couple minutes, the van pulls up the driveway. When it finally stops in front of the house, I yank the passenger side door open, sitting next to driver.
“How’s it going?” the middle-aged man that looks like one of the natives around here asks me as I take my seat.
“Good,” I barely get out, giving him a quick nod. He must realize I’m not into conversation because he turns his gaze to the front of the house as everyone else starts pouring out.
Taking hold of the handle below the seat, I slide it back as far as it will go. My legs are still cramped in here.
Lifting my chin back up, my eyes follow every step Sophia makes. She’s laughing at Gunner as he swings his damn hair to the side and I’m just hypnotized by her luscious legs and how gracefully she walks in her heels. I don’t know about shoes and shit. They’re not, like, regular heels. These have wedges with straps that wrap around her delicate ankles. Just imagining those legs wrapped around me causes my dick to twitch again. I let out an exasperated breath. I need a fucking drink.
Caleb pulls open the door and gestures with his hand for Sophia to get in first, but she hesitates. While I’m checking her out in the side mirror, Caleb with his fucking smirk is studying her.
“Ladies first,” he presses as he moves more out of her way, but Sophia starts biting her lip.
“Um . . .” she giggles, almost like she’s trying to cover something up. “I think you guys should get in first.”
What the . . .? It finally hits me. Her dress is short and she doesn’t want to give the guys a show when she climbs in. Caleb laughs and shrugs his shoulders.
“All right.”
Caleb, Dave, and Gunner move right to the very back. Ryan climbs in next, scooting over to the window. Sophia turns her body sideways and I have a perfect shot of her full body in the mirror. Her little hands grasp the sides of her hips, trying to hold the dress in place as she sits at the edge of the seat, crossing those tight legs of hers as she bumps her way over.
The rest of the guys laugh at her; I run my fingers over my mouth to cover up my smile. God, she’s fucking perfect!
“Shut the fuck up,” Sophia laughs back.
“I don’t know if you’re going to be so discreet by the end of the night,” Dave says through his laughter. Sophia shakes her head at him.
After she leans in and closes the door, the driver takes off.
“Where you heading?” he looks over at me and asks.
I don’t fucking know. This is all Caleb’s idea.
“Hey, Caleb!” I raise my voice so he can hear me up in the front.
“Yeah, man?”
“Where we heading?”
Caleb leans over the seat between Ryan and Sophia’s shoulders.
“Yeah, um. . . I think the place is called Marty’s, or some shit like that,” he says to the driver, who smiles and nods at him.
Twenty minutes later, we’re in a remote area by the water. This place is small and looks like a shack. It sits on the opposite side of the street from the ocean and has a decent sized fenced off patio so patrons can just chill outside if they want to. Multicolored Christmas lights weave around the posts and tiki torches are lit at each corner. Music begins to fill my ears when I open up my door, so loud it shakes the shack.
I slam the door shut quickly so I can get the back door before Sophia can do it. Since she pretty much has a piece of cloth for a dress, I don’t want her bending over and giving Ryan a glimpse of what’s mine. I catch her off guard, as she was leaning over to open it herself. Her dark blue eyes widen and she looks ready to get all riled up again. I wink at her before turning around and making my way into the bar.
Walking up to the chipped red door, I push it open and make my way through. It’s small and dark in here with the faint smell of musk and booze filling the air. There are only a few tables and the main bar extends the entire length of the back wall. Off to my left, there’s an open sliding glass door that leads to the patio. To my right there are a couple of pool tables and a jukebox off in the corner. The damn thing looks like it’s seen better days.
Scanning the room real quick, I decide it will probably be better if we get a table out on the patio. By the look of the patrons in this bar, this must be a locals’ hangout. A couple of chicks over by the bar turn around and openly check me out. If this was another time, I might have gone over there. But now, all I am is annoyed. I don’t even bother to make direct eye contact with them.
There’s more of a crowd out on the patio, but it still doesn’t seem packed, which I like. I head straight for a large, circular table that seats six. It looks like the biggest one they have here. I sit down at the back so I can have a view of most of the area.
It’s cooling off a little outside, but the humidity is still thick in the air. Dave and Caleb walk through the door, nearing the table, but I look past them trying to get a glimpse of Sophia.
“She’s up at the bar, dude,” Caleb says before taking a seat directly across from me.
He must’ve noticed me looking past him. I lean back further, trying to get comfortable. My legs are open and bent at the knees, my forearms resting on the railing of the patio. An older woman who’s probably seen better days sways her way up to the table. Her thick black hair is graying at the roots and she’s wearing a bright yellow t-shirt that says “Marty’s” across her chest.
“What will it be, boys?” she asks, smiling at us. .
The corner of my mouth lifts up. You can clearly tell this woman doesn’t take shit. Caleb wiggles his eyebrows at her and leans in.
“What’s the specials?”
Dave chuckles as he ties his hair into a knot. Fucking Caleb. She smirks at him as she rests her fist on her hip.
“Other than myself, you little shit, nothing.”
A throaty cackle leaves my throat as I see Caleb’s grin grow into a full-blown smile.
“Fair enough,” He shrugs and leans back, running his tongue over his lip ring. “I guess I’ll just have a Heineken.”
I still can’t figure out how the fucking bell bar in his tongue never gets caught in his lip ring. Fucking guy reminds me of Clark Griswold’s nephew in Vegas Vacation.
She looks over to Dave, who points at Caleb.
“I’ll have what he’s having.”
Finally she looks my way. Beer just won’t cut it for me tonight. What I really want is a whiskey. Taking my arms off the railing, I lace my fingers together and set my hands on the table, sitting up straight when I do.
“Wild Turkey, double . . . no ice.”
“That-a-boy!” She winks at me before she walks away.
“Fuck man!” Caleb grins at me. “Going to get all George Thorogood and shit!”
Giving him a half smirk, I shake my head and look off at the ocean. There aren’t very many stars out tonight, and by the feel of the thick air, I think it might storm later. With how fucking hot and humid it’s been lately and how it’s cooling off now, you can feel it on your skin and even smell it in the air that rain is coming.
I’m starting to get impatient as to when Sophia will be getting out here. I’ve already downed my drink and am waiting for the next before she finally walks through the door, holding on to what I assume is a gin. Gunner is right behind her laughing and my chest tightens at the sight of her.
Gunner takes a seat opposite Caleb, so my girl has no choice but to sit next to me. She must be getting her buzz on, because normally she would hesitate. Now, she grabs the flimsy plastic chair and sits down. Placing her drink on the table, she brushes her hair off her shoulders. God damn, how I love to run my fingers through her hair.
She looks across at Dave, still ignoring me.
“Hey! You guys wanna do some shots?” she smiles. My girl is so fucking cute and I love how she just gives ‘er.
“I guess getting fucked up is in the air tonight,” Caleb grins as he tosses tips his chin back, finishing the rest of his beer.
Sophia has a smile still on her face, but she raises one eyebrow in question.
“Turkey,” I nod at her with my chin.
She gives me this look, like she knows what’s going on inside my head. I’ve seen my girl take beer, gin, and tequila like no other. But I want to see her lose it all. And I’m not gonna lie. I want to see her pretty little panties down around her ankles for me by the end of the night.
Last night I just took it. Tonight, however, I want her begging. She gives me this sly smile before taking her drink back in her hands. When the waitress comes back with my second drink, I order up.
“A round of shots! All Turkey.”
She starts laughing as she walks away.
“Ah, man.” Gunner grins, shaking his head. These guys fucking know. We’re going to get fucked up tonight.
The waitress returns quicker than the last couple times, handing Dave and Caleb their beers first before laying out the shots. Where the fuck is Ryan? Once we have all of our shots in front of us, Caleb stands, lifting his.
“I would like to propose a toast!” Smiling down at us, he goes on. “To ‘Pieces Undone!’”
He raises his shot glass and I grab mine, lifting it slightly before throwing it back. Sophia winces only for a moment before she recovers herself, using the back of her hand to wipe her mouth. Instantly, thoughts of that mouth wrapped around my dick come to mind.
“Fuck!” Gunner says as he shakes his head. “That shit is fucking brutal.”
“Don’t be a pussy,” Dave says back to him. His face winces, though.
Sophia giggles at them, then falls back into her chair practically chugging her gin and tonic as a chaser. I’m still surprised at how well her tiny body can hold alcohol. I’ve never come across any woman, well besides the butchy ones, that can hold their booze.
Leaning back again, I lay my arms on the armrests. A couple doubles in and a shot. I’m feeling pretty fucking good. Now I just have to sit back and enjoy the show. Toad the Wet Sprocket’s “Little Heaven” comes through the speakers as I silently watch my girl laugh and joke around with my guys.
Damn . . . she’s so fucking beautiful. Especially when she’s getting loaded. Her tanned skin is flushing and she’s wearing this constant grin. Her cheekbones raise, causing her eyes to squint. I’ve been all over the world, and I’ve seen many women in my life, especially with this career. But no woman, I mean,
no
woman, is as beautiful as Sophia.
I can’t hold back anymore. Leaning in, I reach under the table for her hand, taking hold of it firmly and bringing it over to rest on my thigh. I lay my hand on top of it. She stiffens for only a moment, then relaxes. She still doesn’t look over at me, but continues her conversation with the guys. I know she can feel dick, hard for her. I can only imagine her panties soaking for me. Damn. Her taste alone has me fucking going crazy.
She suddenly withdraws her hand and stands up.
“The waitress isn’t fast enough,” she says, and turns to walk away with an empty glass in her hand. What the fuck? She disappears through the door and Caleb starts bellowing.