Undescribable (55 page)

And that she is all mine.

She places her hands on her hips. “Are you going to get dressed?”

I get on my knees and make my way over to her. I put my face in her hair as my hands settle on her bare thighs. I trail them up her legs to cup her ass, and moan. “This skirt is too short, but I do love the access it gives me to your ass,” I murmur in her hair.

She laughs. “It is not too short.” She pushes me back as I fall onto the bed. “I’m going to go fix my makeup and hair. Get up and get dressed, or we will never get out of this hotel room.” She turns and walks to the bathroom.

I groan as I get up off the bed. I would be perfectly content staying in this bed with her the rest of the day, but her friend is in town and she never gets to see her. I reluctantly get up and throw on a pair of jeans with a dark blue button down shirt and roll the sleeves up while I slip on my black shoes.

“You’re so sexy.”

I look up from my shoes to see Angel leaning on the door to the bathroom. I walk up to her, slowly shaking my head. “No, you are fucking sexy.”

I lean down and give her a small peck on her lips as she leans into me, wanting more. I can’t give her more, though. If I do, we will both be stripped naked in two seconds.

“Knock knock. Sis, quit fooling around and come on!” Courtney yells from the other side of the door.

Angel pats my chest. “We will finish this later.”

I lift up her skirt and smack her ass. Hard. “Yes, we will.”

Angel opens the door to a very happy looking Josh and Courtney. They both have huge smiles on their face as Courtney giggles.

“Kitty.” Angel gives her a look I don’t quite get.
Must be a girl thing.

Josh laughs. “Kitty?”

“Yes I call her Kitty. You know how I am obsessed with high heels? She is obsessed with Hello Kitty.”

We all laugh.

“Ready to get our drink on?” Courtney wraps an arm around Angel and they start walking to the elevator. As we trail behind them like little puppies.

“Can I help you?” the man at the podium asks when we enter the hotel’s restaurant.

“Four please,” I answer. I hold Angel’s hand as the man leads us to a table.

“Thank you,” she says as he seats us in a booth.

“How did you two meet?” Josh asks as he leans back in the booth, placing an arm around Courtney.

The girls laugh. “Well. I was six, so I was in first grade?” She tilts her head, then nods. “Yeah. Anyway, there was this boy in second grade who asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said no, so he started throwing rocks at me while I yelled at him. This pink blob runs towards us and jumps on his back, taking him to the ground.”

She gives Angel a huge smile. “After the boy ran off crying, Sam stood up, her pink shirt and pigtails covered in dirt, and introduced herself. We’ve been best friends ever since.”

“That… explains a lot,” Josh says. Making us all laugh.

“She got grounded for that one.”

“I stayed grounded,” Angel shrugs.

“But every time you got grounded we would call your dad and he would come and pick us up, then take us to a movie.”

Angel nods her head and smiles like she’s remembering a fond memory. “Yeah, he was always fighting with my mom because it seemed like I got grounded at least once a week, and he always defended me. I felt sorry for him, though. He had watched every chick flick there was to see.” She shakes her head.

“Remember the first time we cried while at the movies?” They both laugh. “We were bawling, so he ran out of the theater and came back with two handfuls of napkins. He looked terrified, trying to figure out what he could do to cheer us up. After that, he took us for ice cream and started keeping tissues in his pockets.”

“He was a great dad,” Angel sighs.

“Yes he was. He was like my dad. He always let me tag along.” Courtney looks over at me, then to Josh. “My mom didn’t know who my dad was.” She shrugs.

We all got quiet for a few minutes.

“Enough with all this. Let’s start drinking and telling embarrassing stories about one another,” Courtney says, trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh no,” Angel shakes her head. “No embarrassing stories.”

“What are you worried about? You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” she laughs.

“I don’t know about that.” She looks over at me.

“I’m sure I could tell a few.” I lean up, placing my elbows on the table like I have some juicy gossip on her.

“Oh no. Don’t you dare.” She pulls on my arm as she laughs.

Josh starts telling Courtney how drunk Angel got off of the tequila on her birthday. I tune them out and lean back, watching Angel. I feel sorry for both Angel and Courtney. I can’t imagine not having a family. I have to keep reminding myself that Angel is very strong willed.

The rest of dinner goes by in a blur as I continue to think of a way I can get her to once again open up to me without running off scared afterwards.

“You want to have our usual?” Courtney asks Sam as we all sit down at the bar.

“I haven’t been to many of the bars here in town, but the ones I have been to don’t have tequila rose.” Angel frowns.

“We have it,” the bartender says, overhearing the girls conversation.

“Do you have butterscotch schnapps?” Angel sounds hopeful.

“We do,” he nods his bleach blonde spiked tips, giving her a big smile. I don’t like this guy very much. He looks like he wants to take her home. I saddle up closer to her and wrap an arm around her shoulders. She gives me a look that says she knows exactly what I’m doing. I just shrug and give her a light peck on her lips. I pull back, giving her a wink. She laughs.

“Okay, then. We will take four Wet Pussies,” Angel says to the bartender. I lift an eyebrow at her while I hear Josh choking.

“You okay?” Courtney pats him on the back.

“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “What are we drinking?”

“Wet Pussies,” Angel repeats deadpan.

I pull her close to me as I whisper in her ear, “I bet you have a wet pussy.”

“Always ready for you, baby.” She smiles and it makes my dick stand up. She’s right. She is always wet and ready.

“Here you go.” The bartender places the shots in front of us.

“To old friends and new friends,” Courtney says as she raises her glass. We all nod our heads and down the shot.

“Shit! That
is
good,” Josh says as he puts his shot glass down. “A little girly tasting, but good.”

“Girly?” Angel laughs. “It tastes like strawberry milk. There’s nothing girly about strawberry milk.”

“That was good. What made you start drinking that?” I look to the bartender to single another round as he nods his head.

“A month after my dad had passed, I got into a huge fight with my mother, so I left, and picked up Court. We went to hang out at my dad’s house, and decided to go through all of his liquor. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he was always throwing parties for all his employees or Christmas parties for companies, so he had a huge wet bar. Anyway, we just started mixing things together and ended up liking it.” She shrugs “Three years later I was in a bar and when I asked for that he told me it was a Wet Pussy.” The girls laugh. “I was disappointed. All those years we thought we had come up with it ourselves.”

We all laugh.

The bartender places our second round in front of us. “Do any of you want a beer or a mixed drink?” I ask them as I pull out my wallet to just start a tab.

“No thanks,” they all say at the same time.

“I don’t want to get too drunk tonight,” Angel replies.

I pull her to me. “You? Not get too drunk?” I lift an eyebrow.

“Hey, hey.” She pushes me away. “I can drink but not get drunk.” She sounds offended.

I just smile to myself as I look to the bartender and order her a Long Island. I know she loves those.

And I know she’s going to get drunk tonight.

I’m leaning up against the bar on my forearms, trying to keep my butt on the barstool.

And I’m mad.

How could he let me get this drunk? How did I let myself get this drunk? I can barely see anything. Everything is so blurry.

I hear giggling and I look to my left to see Court leaning on Josh as she laughs at him. She’s not nearly as drunk as I am which is not fair. Josh didn’t buy her drink after drink. Slade is going to be in so much trouble, and I know just the way to get him back. No sex for him tonight.

Ha!

Wait.

That means no sex for me either.

Maybe I should kick him with these heels on.

I prop my head up in my hand, and sit there watching Court and Josh. In the time I’ve known Josh, I have never seen him laugh or smile as much as I have since he saw Court. It makes me smile, but my smile feels sloppy because my mouth feels numb.

“Ready for another one?”

I look at the bartender like he’s crazy. I shake my head. “No. Quit giving me drinks. I’ve had enough,” I snap.

He smiles.

And it annoys me.

How long does it take Slade to go to the restroom?
He’s going to be in trouble for leaving me here with this creepy bartender. He’s been gone like an hour.

Okay.

Probably more like a minute.

“Angel is a pretty name.” He places his tatted up arms on the bar and leans over, getting closer to my face.

I remove my elbow from the bar and sit back in my seat, raising my eyebrows. “My name is Sam,” I say bitchy.

He continues to smile that annoying smile. “That guy keeps calling you Angel.”

“Well that guy, is my boyfriend. To you, I’m Sam.” I cross my hands over my chest.

“Well, I want to call you Angel.”

“Well, you can’t.”

“I can do whatever I want, Angel.” He leans even further over the bar.

“Don’t call me that!” My voice rises.

“Is there a problem?” Josh and Courtney are looking at us. I keep my head facing them while I slide my eyes to look over at the bartender, then back to Josh. I really don’t want to get in a fight tonight, I just want to have fun, but this guy is starting to creep me out.

Josh gets up from his seat on the other side of Courtney and moves to stand between Courtney and I.

“There’s no problem,” the creepy bartender finally responds.

Josh places his hand on my shoulder. “You okay?”

I nod. “Thanks. I think I need to go to the room. I don’t feel so well.” Everything is getting pretty damn dizzy.

“Come on, Courtney. We are going to take Sam back to her room.” He grabs Courtney’s hand.

“No.” I shake my head. “I can make it. I’m okay.” I don’t want them to have to leave the bar. They are having fun.

“No. We will take you,” Josh replies.

“Really, Josh. Please. Stay here, you two have fun. I have a key in my purse. Just tell Slade I went to our room to lie down.” I stand up off the barstool and have to grip the counter with everything I have to not fall over.

“No. we will walk you to your room,” he says grabbing Courtney’s hand.

I nod not wanting to argue, it won’t do any good.

I turn and start to walk very slowly to the bar entrance as they walk behind me. I feel like a snail trying to cross a street while traffic is coming. I’m trying to walk extra careful so that Josh can’t see how drunk I am. If he knew I could barely stand, he’d be carrying my ass to the room.

We finally make it to the elevator and I lean up against the back wall to keep myself from falling to the floor.

What the hell was Slade thinking?

I’m going to kill him. I kept telling him I didn’t want any more, but he didn’t listen; the drinks just kept coming. Courtney presses the correct floor for us then she turns to look at me. I give her a smile trying to reassure her I’m fine. Although, my lips are numb.

The elevator rings and the doors open. An older couple gets on as I try to get off. I turn to face Courtney and Josh. I give them a smile. “I’ll see you guys in the morning.” Josh goes to step off the elevator, but I hold my hand up. “I can make it to my room.”

Courtney hugs me. “Okay, Sis. I’ll see you in the morning.”

I say good night as the elevator closes.

I have to place my hand on the wall to make it to our room. As soon as I make it the room, I fall onto the bed, still dressed and clenching my purse to my side. I close my eyes, trying to stop all the spinning.