Authors: Barbara Speak
"And
I've got to say, what I wouldn’t do to get those lace beauties off." Sick!
"Uh, Geoff, seriously?
What the fuck is wrong with you?
If this is how you go about trying to get a girl’s attention, you have it, but
it’s not the outcome you were going for, I promise. Never, will I let you get
within three feet of my panties."
I turned to
start walking back to my car when he said, "Oh, I see. Colt can fuck a
girl right before you have it out with him and he still gets to play. But I try
to at least buy you a meal first, and I’m the asshole."
I spun
around so fast I could have sworn I saw him flinch.
"Are
you fucking kidding me? This is about Colt. I'm not something you can piss on
to mark your territory. Whatever is going on between you two, I'm not part of
it. Grow the fuck up, Geoff."
I got in my
car and drove like a bat out of hell away from Waffle Hut or anything else pertaining
to Geoff.
CHAPTER
7
After
a tiring day of work, I was sweeping up the hair and ready to go home. I
totaled up my earnings, grabbed my purse and was out the door. Just as I was
starting my car, my phone went off. I reached in my purse to grab it when I got
a glance at the screen. I hate my body for reacting at the mere sight of his
name. I answered it with the most generic hello possible.
"Hey
there, beautiful,
what's your plans
for the
evening?"
"Well,
I am just now leaving work. Don't you have to be up at the bar tonight?"
"No,
I've got Shawn to cover it."
Shawn was
the assistant manager at ‘51’. He and Colt tried to split up the shifts
allowing each of them somewhat of a life.
“Oh, then I
guess I'm not sure. I was planning on just going home. Why, you up for
something?"
"Those
few weeks I didn't get to see you killed me. I wasn't lying when I said you
were special, Sadie. Of course I'm up for anything, as long as I get to see
you."
"Well,
I don't think you could have talked me into it any better. What were you
thinking?"
"I'm
not trying to sound redundant but I wasn't even sure I would be able to talk
you into doing anything. I must have more game than I thought."
"Ha-ha,
funny guy. Well, do we want to go somewhere or just hang out at one of our
houses?"
"It
depends on you. Are you tired or do you want to go get a drink somewhere?"
"Did
you forget I'm a little limited on the places I can drink?"
"Oh,
that's right. Well, there is always the alley?"
As tired as
I was, the possibility of spending time with Colt gave me a second wind.
"I
could do that."
"Then
it’s a date. See
ya
in a few?”
"Sure
thing"
It was
strange walking into the bowling alley on any other night than Monday. The
place was packed. I guess I always thought they didn't bring in much business,
but it seems Mondays are just reserved for bar ‘51’. I walked up to the counter
where you rent shoes and had arms wrapping around my waist immediately. He put
his face in the crook of my exposed neck and inhaled a breath.
"God,
woman, you always smell delicious"
I turned
around.
"Good
to see you too."
“I've
already got your shoes and some drinks ready to go over there. Follow me.
"
He grabbed
my hand and led me down to the lane that would be ours for the night. As we got
closer I saw the bowling ball I always use sitting on the rack. It was the
lightest ball the alley had. You know the ones made for kids where your fingers
were too big to really get them in the holes? I always used this one because
after a few drinks the balls seemed to get heavier and heavier. This little bad
boy could carry me through the night with no problem. What amazed me was he
remembered.
"You
found my ball?"
"Of
course I did, beautiful. What else could you use?"
I glanced
over at the drinks waiting for us to consume. Clear liquid sat in shot glasses
and 2 beers sat beside them.
"What's
in the shot glasses?"
"
Rumplemintz
"
"And
that is?"
"Good!"
he said with a wink.
"Okay
old man, are you ready to be put to shame?"
"Just
for the old man comment, you’re doing two to my one."
"Bring
it on."
I picked up
the shot and downed it in one swallow. Wow. It tastes like scope mouthwash.
Colt took his after me. When he finished, he just smiled a huge ass smile.
"Grab
the other one. Did you think I was kidding about your two to my one? Think not,
child."
I picked up
the second shot and downed it easier than the first. This might be my new drink
of choice. I put the glass down and took a long pull from my bottle of beer.
"Are we
going to play or what?"
Colt just
looked at me, a look that lasted a little longer than normal. Then shaking his
head, he turned and programmed our names into the machine.
We played I
don’t know how many games before I realized that the second our drinks were
empty, another round was waiting. I was officially shit faced.
I got up
when it was my turn and attempted to walk up to get my ball. My equilibrium was
so off from the alcohol that I started to fall, but Colt was right there to catch
me. His hands came out, grabbing me by my waist and pulled me in close to him.
So close that when I looked up, his eyes were boring into mine. I knew what I
wanted him to do but I was letting him take the lead on this one. This friend’s
zone seemed to be expanding by leaps and bounds. He backed away as if he was
trying to control himself. A small whimper expelled from my body. I sure hoped
he did not hear it. I did not do it on purpose. I just couldn’t get that close
in proximity to him and not feel something. He settled me back to a standing
position, making sure I was okay, before he let go. I did the stupidest thing a
person could do at that point which was say, "Let’s do another shot!"
"Are
you sure you want to go there?"
Why would he
question me like that? It was the norm for us to get shitty drunk.
"Yup,
that is, if you think you can handle it?'
"Oh,
don't test me, child. For that, we are doing Alabama slammers!"
Oh shit! If
you have never had one of these; it is amaretto, almond liqueur, southern
comfort, slow gin, orange juice and sweet and sour mix. In other words, a knock
you flat on your ass shot! What do I do? Well, what do you think I did?
"Bring
it on, old man."
And that's
exactly what he did. Three shots per person were carried over by a tray. I
looked over at him and it was as if I was taking him in for the first time
tonight. Colton Jennings was not a man that had to work hard at looking good.
He had on a black long sleeve tee shirt that just fit to his body perfectly.
And jeans that hung low on his waist, exposing that low ‘V’ that we all love on
a man. His hair had a little gel in it, but it was all he needed to become the
sex God I knew he was. He caught me checking him out and just laughed.
“You
ready?" he said as he raised a glass.
“Always."
I
walked over and picked one up. We counted off. One, two, and before we got to
three, mine was gone.
Colt took
big sips, but sips none the less, from his glass.
"Are
you kidding me? Take the shot Colt!"
"I am.
I just can't down it like you do. And by the way, quit. You’re making me look
like a pansy ass."
"No
sweetheart, you’re doing that one all by yourself."
We laughed
and laughed. We eventually finished the tray of shots and by that point, I was
spent. He wasn't doing so well himself. I was sitting in the chair, taking my
shoes off to return to the checkout station, when I heard him clear his throat.
From my peripheral view I thought I saw him adjust his crotch. What was that
about? I looked up and he was staring straight between my legs. Holy shit! I
forgot I was wearing a dress. How could I be so stupid? But what was more
stupid was what I let come out of my mouth next.
"Are
you fucking kidding
me!
Twice, in
one day, really?"
"What
did you just say?"
Oh, fuck! Did
I say that out loud?
I didn't
want to answer. I didn't even want to lift my head.
"Look
at me, Sadie. Who was looking up your dress?"
I didn't
want to answer him. I knew this was not going to be good for anyone.
"Sadie,
please look at me."
His voice was much closer than it was before.
I looked up and he was right in front of me. He crouched down and looked up at
me with sympathetic eyes.
“There’s a
reason you don't want to tell me, and that's more reason for me to want to
know.”
I wasn't
sure how to say it. I just looked at him and started to tell him how it was an
accident. How I handled it and it wouldn't be happening again. But all I got
out was "Geoff" and the shit hit the fan.
"What the
fuck does Geoff have to do with what we are talking about?"
He stood and
started pacing.
"Colt,
let me finish."
"You
don't need to finish, Sadie. I told that mother fucker to stay away from you. I
think I made it very clear where I stood with him fucking with you. I'm going
to fucking kill him. I'm going to…"
I cut him
off the only way I knew how. I grabbed him and kissed the living shit out of
him. At first, he didn’t react. I don’t think he was done processing the whole
Geoff thing, but he caught on soon enough. He grabbed me by the back of my neck
and plunged his tongue into my mouth. This was not the kind of kiss where they
nibble on your bottom lip and ask for entry. This was a kiss for claiming. I
was so lost in what we were doing that I forgot where we were. Colt didn’t seem
to care and kept going. His hands slid down my shoulders and then further down
to my hips. They grazed the top of my thong through my dress and then he
growled.
A low sounding growl, which came from his chest.
He continued to slowly drop his hands as he pressed himself against me. I could
feel how much he wanted me, right in the middle of the bowling alley. I pulled
back suddenly, realizing we could not do this here. As drunk as I was, I was
still not an exhibitionist. Colt grabbed my face again, looked me in the eyes
and said, "You’re coming home with me."
CHAPTER
8
After
the cab took us to his house, it was like we could not get in the door fast
enough. He unlocked it and as soon as it was willing to have any give, it was
slamming against the wall behind it. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs
around his waist. The kissing became feverish. All of a sudden he set me down,
but only
long
enough to grab the bottom of my dress
and rip it over my head. The clip in my hair went next. I shook it out and he
just watched in fascination as I stood there in my black lace demi bra,
matching panties and high heels. He immediately shed his shirt, kicked off his
shoes and dropped his jeans to the floor. And then he attacked me again. I
can’t say I was much less enthusiastic. I reached behind my back to remove my
bra but he instructed me to leave it on. He kissed my neck and then licked down
to my collar bone. Chills ran all over my body as he reached for the cup of my
bra. Never removing his tongue from my body, he peeled it away, exposing my
nipple. It was not exposed for long because soon it was in his mouth. I moaned
from the pure euphoric feeling of his tongue. I just leaned back and let him
devour me. Soon after, I needed more. I needed to feel him. I needed him to
feel me. I needed all of him.