“Hey,” I greet the guys. I set my beer down on their table and try to act as naturally as possible.
“Evening,” Tucker greets, his deep voice would make most women’s panties wet, but it just doesn’t do it for me.
“Lee,” I say, his name coming out almost like a moan.
“Evening, Allison,” he greets, before taking a pull from his beer. “How’s it going tonight?” he asks once he’s swallowed the beer. I admit, I watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he did so. It's amazing what can look sexy on a man when all you want to do is strip him naked and suck his cock, before riding it until you’re both so far gone, you can’t see anything but the stars behind your eyelids.
He clears his throat, and I realize I didn’t catch anything he said. The smirk on his lips tells me that he knows exactly where my mind just was. On that note, I turn to the table with all my girls and call out, “Are you ready to shake your asses?” The opening chords of “Champagne Night” by Lady A come on, and we all head for the dance floor and start dancing.
As we dance the night away, I constantly feel like I’ve got a set of eyes on me. I look around, spotting Lee still at the table with Tucker. His eyes are solely on me tonight, which makes me want to drive him crazy. I roll my body against Lindsay’s to the beat of the music, and can tell—even from across the bar—that my movements affect him. I watch as he, not so discretely, reaches down and adjusts himself. What I wouldn’t do to be that beer bottle in his hands. The one that he keeps bringing to his lips with each pull he takes from it.
We dance for what feels like forever before the DJ changes things up and slows them down. I head for the bar, needing some water before I order another beer. While I’m waiting for Joe, I turn and lean against the bar top, which allows me to look out over the dance floor. I notice that Tucker has finally manned up and is out dancing with Lindsay. I’ve been pretty sure that he’s been holding back an attraction to her since we were in high school, but nothing ever came of it. I think they’d be perfect for each other.
“Didn’t want to stick it out on the dance floor?” Lee asks from where he’s found space next to me. I was so engrossed in watching my best friend out on the dance floor that I missed him approaching the bar.
“Uh, no,” I tell him. “I’m not into the slow shit.”
“Is that so?” He smirks, and I walked myself right into that innuendo.
“That’s right, I like it fast-paced, rough, and to keep me going all night long,” I boldly tell him as I turn to face him. He steps into my personal space, our faces only an inch or so apart. Our breaths mingle as we both stand here facing one another, waiting on the other to make a move.
He brings his hand up, trailing a fingertip from my cheek, down my neck, and into my exposed cleavage. “Come home with me,” he states more than asks.
I can practically hear my resolve snap. I don’t know if it is the alcohol—although I haven’t had much yet tonight—or the building sexual tension that has been developing between Lee and me, especially the last few months, but I take a leap of faith—or stupidity. I guess tomorrow morning will decide. “Okay,” I agree.
“Really?” he questions. I guess he really was used to me always turning him down; it almost makes tonight all that more special.
5
LEE
I’m still a little flabbergasted that Allison said yes when I asked her to come home with me. She’s always turned me down in the past. I’ve almost felt like this back and forth flirting with each other has become a game between us. One that never ends with either of us getting anywhere further than a little more sexually frustrated.
“Really?” I question. I need to make sure she’s making a clear decision.
“Stop overthinking it and take me home, Lee,” she commands, and I like it when she’s a little feisty.
We walk back over to the table, and I toss a couple of twenties down to help cover my beer and the tip.
“I’m ready to call it a night; how about you?” Lindsay asks Allison. All the girls met us back at the table as we approached.
“I think I’m going to go home with Lee. Are you good to get yourself home?” Allison asks, chewing on her bottom lip as she hangs onto my side. My arm is firmly around her waist, a bit possessively. I want every guy in this place to know that she’s going home with me.
“I’m good, be safe, and call me if you need anything,” Lindsay tells Allison.
“I’m good,” she assures Lindsay. “Text me to let me know when you make it home.”
“Yes, Mom.” Allison rolls her eyes at Lindsay, laughing as she does. I love seeing the easy camaraderie between these two women. They were as thick as thieves back in high school, and it doesn’t look like they’ve lost that at all.
“Don’t give me no sass, young lady,” Allison retorts back. “Are you good to drive?” she asks, all joking aside.
“I can give you a ride if you need one,” Tucker slides into the conversation. “I only had one beer, and that was hours ago,” he tells them, and I know he’s not lying.
“I’m good. I only had two drinks all night and a few glasses of water. I can get myself home, but thanks for the offer,” Lindsay tells him as she turns in his direction and smiles up at him. I know my best friend well enough to know that he’s digging her and wants so bad to make a move; he just hasn’t made it happen yet.
“Okay,” he concedes.
“Be safe, y’all. And don’t do anything stupid,” Lindsay says, turning her sights on Allison and me.
“Yeah, wrap that shit up,” Tucker says before slapping me on the back. I take that as our cue to exit stage left and get the hell out of this bar.
It doesn’t take long before we’re in my truck and on our way to my place.
I reach over in the dark cab of my truck and find Allison’s warm thigh. My hand fits perfectly over it, almost as if it was made for me. She rests her hand over mine, drawing small circles on the back of my hand with her fingertips.
The ride to my place is silent, except for the old country music coming from the speakers. The way Tim McGraw croons on about not taking the girl from him. Brings back memories from my childhood and listening to this song.
I pull into my driveway, parking the truck outside of my garage. I have it filled with some wood I’m using to make my mom some things she’s asked for. I kill the engine, then give Allison’s thigh a squeeze before I open my door and hop out. I’ve almost made it around to the passenger side when she pops the door open and slides out.
I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear as we stand outside, staring at one another. The moon and stars are out tonight, as is a brisk chill in the air. I shiver as the cold pushes past my thin layers of clothing. “Let’s get inside where it isn’t so damn cold,” I suggest. I slide my hand into hers, and sparks shoot straight up my arm from our contact.
She walks beside me as we make our way inside my house. I flip on the lights as soon as we enter the front door. Once Allison is inside, I close the door behind us, flipping the deadbolt out of habit.