Undescribable
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Undescribable
Copyright © 2013 by Shantel Tessier
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Editing by Jennifer Roberts-Hall
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I want to dedicate this book to my wonderful husband, Jason.
He has supported me every step along the way to help make my dream come true. He was there through the hard days when I wanted to give up, and he believed not only in me but in this book, as well.
Baby, I love you and I don’t know what I would do without you.
Thank you for always encouraging me to keep going.
And to our daughter, Shyley.
Never give up on your dreams because you never know where they might take you.
The choices are endless.
I love you!
Adjective
Too unusual, extreme, or indefinite to be adequately described; indescribable
I toss back the rest of my Red Bull, then throw it in the trash at the end of the bar before I order a beer. I have no idea why I am even at this bar. I spent the first half of my day in airports. I’ve been away in San Francisco on a case for the last three weeks, and it finally wraps up this next week. I flew home to be with my family on my father’s birthday, and after we had dinner at my parent’s house this evening, Josh talked me into coming out with him.
I lean up against the bar as I take my beer from the bartender. I bring the bottle to my lips as I spot a blonde at the other end sitting on a bar stool. I tip my beer to her and give her a small smile, before taking a drink. As I set the bottle down, she is already standing in front of me. I watch the overly perky blonde smile as she looks up in my eyes.
“Do you come to Big Daddy’s often?” she asks, bringing the pink alcoholic drink up to her mouth. She parts her dark red lips and lets her tongue guide the straw between them, sucking on it seductively.
“Yes, you?” I can feel my dick getting hard as I imagine her calling me daddy while she gives my cock the same attention she is giving the straw.
“No.” She smiles sweetly and shakes her head, causing her light blonde curls to bounce. Then she gets a serious look on her face and leans in towards me. “Why don’t you show me around?” she asks as she runs a finger down my chest.
I look down at her massive cleavage.
That must have cost her several months of paychecks.
“What is it you want to me to show you?” I ask, placing my hand on her hip and pulling her closer to me.
She grinds into my hard cock and moans. “I have something in mind,” she whispers, placing a hand over my bulging zipper.
I look down to her hand, then back up to her eyes. “So do I.”
She licks her red lips seductively. “Well, then show me.”
I bring my beer to my lips and finish it off in one drink before tossing it into the trash. Taking her hand, I pull her away from the bar. Wondering where I can take her, I spot the dark booth over in the far corner. I place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her to it.
“Someone might see us.” She looks around with a smile on her face, then straddles me and licks her lips. “I like that.”
Her kiss is desperate as her lips attack mine, and her tongue forces its way into my mouth. I place my hand between her thighs, thankful for the easy access her short denim skirt allows, and pull her panties to the side. I slide a finger into her and her lips pull away from mine, releasing a moan and laying her head on my shoulder, grinding her hips on my hand.
I notice a guy walking towards the booth. It’s so dark back in this corner that he probably can’t see us, but even if he can, I don’t care. I’m known for this kind of thing; fucking a girl that I don’t know somewhere in a corner. It’s nothing new.
“I’ve wanted you for the longest time,” she says as she fumbles with my zipper. I don’t comment because, honestly, I have no idea who the fuck she is and could care less.
“Wait. I have to get to my wallet.” There is no way I am fucking without a condom, so I always keep a stash in my wallet. She sits up on her knees to allow me some space, then squeals as she is pulled from my lap.
“What the fuck?” I ask, looking up at a bald biker wannabe. I look to my left and watch as the blonde chick storms off towards the exit, not even bothering to look back.
Well, shit!
Two hands slam down on top of the table in front of me. “Were you about to fuck my woman?” he growls.
I look down at my hard dick bulging through my jeans. “Yes.” I lean back, placing my arms on the back of the booth. There’s no reason to lie; he knows what I was about to do. “Although,” I look up at him. “She never mentioned she had a boyfriend.”
I should have asked. This isn’t the first time this has happened. I have always let my dick control my actions, but I’ve never met a woman with enough balls to fuck a man while her boyfriend was in the same room before. I have a feeling she isn’t very smart,
but she is hot
.
The
Mr. Clean
look alike leans over the table. “You’re lying. You just didn’t give a fuck. Thought you would get some pussy, even if it didn’t belong to you.”
“Look, it’s not my fault she wanted to have some fun, and didn’t inform me that you may want to watch,” I say with a smile on my face. “I would have let you.”
I have never been one to hold my tongue. I’m pretty cocky, and my mouth has gotten me into more fights than I can count. Some people only get that way with alcohol, but I’ve only had one beer so far. I’ve never needed the help of the liquid courage to get my mouth running, and this guy is pissing me off. He just ruined any chance I had to fuck his hot ass girlfriend.
He grabs a fist full of my shirt. I stand and bring my right arm up, then back down quickly, hitting his forearm. He lets go with a grunt, and I grab his shirt in both of my hands before he can get away. I sit and pull roughly on his shirt, slamming his chest and side of his face down onto the table, then pull him roughly towards me.
“I was telling you the truth,” I growl, beyond pissed he would want to fight with me. “The bitch obviously doesn’t care about you, and all I wanted to do was fuck her.”
“You son of a—”