I give her a playful look, taking a pull from my bottle.
“Pretty much. He’s a whore.”
Callie laughs, moving in a little closer. I smile widely at her, loving the way her entire face lights up when she’s happy. She’s so damn beautiful.
“Didn’t you say you’re the same way?” she asks me.
I shrug at her, letting her know she’s right. Unfortunately, that is exactly the way I am.
“Yeah, mostly, and if I do recall correctly Red, you said you’d be my wing woman. Wanna start now?”
She makes a face, pretending to think about it for a minute, before she looks around the bar. I assume she’s looking for a woman for me. She tosses her head to the side, trying to act casual. It's cute as hell.
“There’s an eight on the scale, at three o'clock.”
I flick my gaze in the direction, seeing a tiny young girl with short blonde hair and a killer body. I look her up and down, noticing her long tan legs, and her big tits.
Good call, Red.
I look back at Callie giving her a nod of approval.
“Well you found one, but now comes the real fun. You gotta go up there and get her to come over to the table. That’s what a wing man does. You think you can handle it?”
She lets out a small laugh, nodding her head, as she gets up walking toward the girl.
“And don’t forget, she can’t have too much of a brain, Red!” I shout to her.
She laughs loud enough for me to hear her over the loud beats of Eagle-Eye Cherry’s “Save Tonight” which pounds through the small bar. Evan lets out a snicker from across the table.
“Wing woman, really man?”
I give him a shrug, taking another pull from my beer.
“What?” I ask innocently.
“I’m just trying her out. God knows I can’t depend on you anymore for that shit.”
Sierra glares at me, wrapping her arms around Evan’s midsection affectionately.
“No you can’t. He’s taken,” she coos as Evan leans down and places a soft kiss on her lips. I return my gaze to Callie, who's casually talking to the blonde chick. Both of them turn and look at me. The blonde’s face morphs into a sad expression. I give Callie a
what the hell did you tell her
look as they walk toward the table. She looks like she’s up to no good. They stand at the end of the table as Callie speaks very loudly.
“Mac, this is Brittany.”
I wonder why the fuck she’s talking so damn loud. The blonde comes around to sit on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“You’re really good looking!” she yells at me.
I feel my eardrums ringing from her screaming in my ear.
What the fuck is wrong with this chick? Is she goddamn deaf? Who just screams in someone’s ear like that?
I do, however, take time while she's in my lap to appreciate her big tits I can see clearly from her low cut top.
“Hi sweetheart. Why the fuck are you talking so loud?” I ask her, still staring at her tits.
“What the fuck?” she yells louder this time.
This bitch has to stop doing that. She will make me go fucking deaf by the end of the night, if she hasn’t already. I can only imagine how she would be later when I got her back to my house. She’d definitely wake up Nook, and that would be a problem since she doesn't like strange women in her house. Especially not in bed with her daddy.
I hear Callie chuckling, and I shoot her a questioning look. The blonde shoves off my lap, pointing at Callie, looking like a crazy bitch.
"I thought you said he couldn't hear?” she yells at her.
Callie gives her a look which screams pure innocence.
“He couldn’t! I swear! It’s a miracle! You’re an angel sent from the heavens! You fixed him!” she giggles.
Everyone at the table is caught up in laughter. The blonde spins on her heel, storming away from the table, bumping into people left and right. She’s obviously pissed.
“THAT WAS WICKED!” Evan beams while laughing so hard tears spring to his eyes.
I shoot Callie a humorous look as I continue to chuckle.
My girl's got jokes.
Fuck
.
I've got to stop thinking that shit. She's not my fucking girl, and if I slip up and call her mine, my cover will be blown to smithereens.
“You just failed at being a wing woman,” I tell her.
She shrugs, taking a sip from her bottle. “What can I say? I had to go with Plan B. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. She was dumb enough to believe me, so I had to go with it.”
I shake my head at her, a huge grin on my face. This girl is unbelievable. Not only is she beautiful and smart, she’s funny. That is very attractive. She’s the total package.
I hear the band take the stage, starting their set for the night. They’re a cover band who plays here more nights than not. They play a cover of Gavin Degraw’s “Best I Ever Had”
,
and I watch Callie’s eyes light up at their choice of music.
“Wanna dance, Red?” I ask her. “It’s the least you can do now that my chances of getting laid for tonight are officially squashed.”
She nods her head at me, getting up from her seat. I grab her small hand, dragging her into the crowd which has formed around the stage.
I pull her into me before spinning her back out, keeping a tight hold on her tiny hand so she doesn’t fall. Her eyes light up as she smiles and laughs at my dancing skills. I’m really a pretty good dancer, but with her I just want to keep it light and friendly.
Callie spins around against me, so her back is against my front. I feel her ass grinding against me as she bends down, touching her toes with her fingertips. I groan as her ass moves quicker against me, making my cock want to burst through my fucking jeans.
Needing to move away from her, I place my hands on her hips, pulling her back up. I wrap my hands around her waist, taking a hold of one of her hands, spinning her away from me again. This time when I spin her back, I make sure her front is facing me, but she gets closer, tangling her hands in my hair.
It’s not like this position is any better since her tits are still rubbing against me, but at least it’s better than her ass. Together, we move to the music, my hands wandering in the friendly areas of her body. She giggles and buries her head in the nook of my arm as we dance together, enjoying the music being played. I nudge her to look at me, lip singing the lyrics to her in a mocking motion. She laughs at me, throwing her head back, exposing her beautiful bare throat, and it takes every ounce of courage for me to not reach down and drag my tongue across it. She steps back, jumping up and down to the upbeat part of the song, singing the lyrics.
The song comes to an end. Callie takes a breath, trying to calm down. I stand there and watch her, not saying anything at all. I want to grab her and kiss the hell out of her, but instead I grab her hand and pull her back as the band starts their next cover song. I’m not letting her go that quickly.
We dance a little more flirtatiously to the beats of Def Leppard's “Pour Some Sugar On Me.” I let Callie lean down and touch her toes again. She rubs her ass against me, and I let her do it as much as she wants to. I can't help but enjoy the fuck out of it. I grab her hips, pulling her into me a little more which makes her dance more aggressively. I tilt my head back, enjoying the feeling of her body against me. She’s so damn hot dancing on me like this. I feel like I'm going to fucking bust a nut right here. She stands back up, wrapping her arms around my neck as she moves her body against me seductively. There is no way she doesn’t feel how fucking hard I am against her, but if she does, she doesn’t seem to mind. Because she slides her back down my body, shimmying herself back up again. My hands wander a little more up her front as I move them further up her stomach. I stop myself when I get right under her tits, moving them back down to her hips again. She leans her head back against my shoulder as she watches me with lust filled eyes.
Mother fucker.
I know she feels this too, this connection we have as our bodies move together to the music. I can see it in her eyes and I can feel it the way her breathing speeds up. She fucking wants me as bad as I want her.
The band finishes up the song way too quick, and Callie pulls away from me.
“You’re a pretty good dance partner, Mac!” she quirks with an amused look on her face.
“You’re not bad yourself.”
Figuring we both need a drink, I grab her hand, leading her back to the table where Evan and Sierra are practically dry humping each other. I clear my throat as they both look up at Callie and me smiling.
Evan gives a nod before he speaks.
“Callie, would ya mind getting a ride home with Mac? Sierra and I are gonna head back early. We got some shit that needs to be taken care of.”
I can hear the sarcasm in his voice. I know what he’s doing. He’s giving me an opportunity to be alone with Callie, and I appreciate it, but I wish he wouldn’t make it so damn obvious. I don’t want her to be weirded out by this shit.
Maybe he's still my wingman after all.
“Sure, that’s fine.” Callie obliges, taking her seat back at the table. She looks at me, silently asking if it's okay and I nod to answer her unspoken question.
Evan and Sierra get up from the table, still wrapped around one another.
“Thanks.” Sierra grins at Callie evilly. “Take your time; we’ll be a while anyways. Evan here owes me a lot of attention.” She squeals as Evan scoops her up in his arms like he’s carrying his bride over the threshold.
“See you guys later,” she yells over his shoulder.
I give Callie an amused look as she finishes her beer.
“Want another one?” I ask her, gesturing toward her now empty bottle.
She tilts her head to the side making me laugh once again at how damn cute she is. This girl is the devil in disguise.
“I want something a little stronger,” she answers.
“Like what?”
She licks her lips again, the sight of her little pink tongue causing me to get hard again. What I wouldn’t do to get a taste of her mouth. I think I’d fucking kill for it right now.
“Whiskey,” she draws out, never taking her eyes off of mine.
I give her a skeptical look. There’s no way a girl her size could handle the shit I drink. She’d be on the floor after two shots. I wouldn’t mind carrying her when she couldn't walk. I almost tell her I won't let her get smashed, but stop myself. She’s a big girl, and if she wants to get hammered, who am I to tell her no? I’m her
friend. N
othing more. Plus, it’s not like I won't be here to make sure no one touches her. She can get drunk as long as I’m around to keep an eye on her.
“You think you can hang with the big dogs, Red?” I ask her playfully.
She huffs out a breath, putting her hands on her hips. The motion makes her chest push forward, giving my eyes a pretty magnificent view.
“I can drink Mac. I’m not a child you know!” She tries to look mad, but instead she looks adorable. Her angry is just as fucking cute as her everything else. I’ll keep teasing her just to get a rise out of her. I come back at her, guns blazing.
“You're the size of one, but other than that, believe me, I can clearly see you are not a child by any means. You’ve got the rack of a grown woman Callie.”
Her eyes widen as she realizes I’m talking about the luscious features her body has that indeed imply she is all woman. I flick my gaze down to her breasts, then back up to her eyes.
She regains her composure, crossing her arms over her chest, blocking my view.
"Just get me a shot,” she snaps at me.
I hold my hands up, showing defeat as I make my way over to Ryleigh at the bar. I lean over the bar, waiting for Ry to get done serving some customers. She notices me, walking over and leaning over the bar to mimic.
“Whatta ya need?”
“A bottle of Jack and two shot glasses.”
She shoots me a skeptical look as she fishes around and sets them on the bar.
“Did ya decide you wanted to sleep here tonight?”
I shake my head at her.
“Nah, Red wants to get drunk.”
Confusion plays on Ryleigh's face as she looks at the bottle of Jack then toward Callie.
“Uh, I’m not anyone to judge or anything, but she has to weigh a hundred pounds soaking wet. I don’t think feeding her an entire bottle of Jack Daniels is a good idea.”
I laugh at Ry for thinking I’d let Callie drink this entire bottle. If I did, she’d be lying in a hospital bed by the end of the night. I would never let that happen.
“Believe me, when I bring the bottle back to you, there will still be plenty of Jack still in it. I’m just playing with her a little. She wants to drink.”
She laughs lightly.
“All right, just don’t let her puke in here or anything. I don’t feel like cleaning that shit up Mac.”
“Got it,” I reply as I turn around, walking back to the table.
I see Trent found his way back. He’s chatting Callie up, making her laugh. I knew he wouldn't stay away for too long. I slam the bottle and glasses down on the table a little harder than necessary, but at least it makes them snap out of whatever they were talking about.