“Yep…I work with the two of you and I have eyes. I see the looks you two give each other when you think no one is looking.”
“She looks at me with hate.”
“No, my friend, she doesn’t. She looks at you the way Drew looked at me when we first started dating. With little Cupids floating about, shooting arrows of love around the place.”
“She doesn’t look at me like that.”
“Maybe not right now, but I assure you, she does.”
“Bullshit,” I scoff in reply.
“Yes, shit. Now go in there and fix this.”
“How?”
“Ask her to dance and go from there.”
“You really think a dance will fix this?”
“If that kiss I just saw is anything to go by, then fuck yes it will.”
Nodding my head, I follow Rusty back into BB’s. When we walk over to the booth, Drew looks shocked to see me but her shock morphs into a megawatt smile.
“God, you make me sick the way you look at your husband,” Reese tells her best friend, unaware I’m standing here too.
“I’m not smiling at that,” she tells her. Drew leans across the table, grips Reese’s chin, and turns her head toward me.
“Hi,” I say, like a doofus.
“Hi,” she shyly says back.
“Would you like to dance?”
13
Reese
Those five words shock me, he wants to dance? With me? After I ran away for him? After I decked him in the balls? Clearly that pain is making him do weird things; like kissing the life out of me and now asking me to dance. After my brush-off/freak-out, I was sure he’d leave but as usual, Jesse Thornton shocks the shit out of me.
“Okay,” I say, surprising myself that I said yes.
He offers me his hand and we walk toward the dance floor, it’s in between songs right now, and it’s dead silent as we wait for the next song. “Need You Now” by Lady Antebellum begins to play. Jesse spins me around and pulls me into him. He rests one hand on my lower back and holds my other hand in between us. I wrap my arm around his shoulder, close my eyes, and rest my head on his chest. My body fits against his perfectly, it’s as if we were made from the same cookie cutter. Which is funny since I’m five foot nothing and he’s a giant six foot whatever, but size aside, we fit and it all feels right.
We sway to the music, and everything around me fades away, it’s just us and Lady Antebellum. His heart is racing, much like mine is. This moment is perfect. Opening my eyes, I realize “The Gamber” by Kenny Rogers is now playing and our swaying is no longer in time with the music. Lifting my head, I glance up at Jesse. He’s staring down at me. Something passes between us, so I lift to my tippy-toes and he lowers his head. Our lips press together for a sweet and sensual kiss.
Breaking the connection, I stare into his eyes. “Thank you for the dance…and the kiss.”
“My pleasure, Reese.” His voice is soft and it vibrates through my body. My skin coming alive.
We both fall silent. It's not awkward. I don't want this moment to end, that is until Jesse says, “I think I’m gonna head home.” I deflate at his words. “Can I escort you home?”
“I came with Drew and Rusty.” Looking over to the booth, I find it empty. Turning back to Jesse, I shrug. “Guess I do need an escort after all.”
He takes my hand in his and we walk over to the booth and grab my things. This about-face is confusing but at the same time, I feel content and happy. I follow Jesse out of the bar and we wait in line for the courtesy van, a new service offered to help reduce the number of DUI’s around town.
The night air is chilly and I shiver, Jesse drapes his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. His warmth envelops me and I find myself liking being in his embrace. A smile graces my face.
“I love when you smile like that.”
“I like smiling like this.”
Our moment is interrupted when the courtesy van pulls up. The people ahead of us climb in, when it gets to Jesse and me there is only one seat left. “I can wait with you for the next one.”
“No, it's cold out. You go now.”
“Are you sure?”
He nods his head. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Okay,” I say.
Slipping out from under his arm, I walk toward the bus but before I climb in, I turn around and kiss his cheek. “Thanks for a lovely night.” I step up into the van and close the door behind me.
I’m the first one dropped off, and I’m thankful for that because someone had horrendous body odor. As soon as I step out, I take a deep nonsmelly breath and head inside. Changing into my flannel pajamas, I climb into bed, and stare at the ceiling. I think about Jesse and all that eventuated this evening. We went from one extreme to the next and back again. Now I’m confused. Jesse isn’t the arrogant ass I’ve made him out to be. Underneath it all, he’s a sweet and caring guy. I can actually see myself settling down with him. Now that we have crossed this line into whatever this is, I don't know what to do. I lie awake for hours wondering, where we go from here?
14
Jesse
Last night was not what I expected. I was hoping to call a truce with Reese, I didn’t expect to explode like I did. And I certainly didn’t expect to make out with her, but in the moment, all I could think about was pressing my lips to hers. If we hadn’t of been in public, I would have fucked her. And now, that’s all I can think about.
After tossing and turning for hours, I decide to get up and go for a run. Cranking the tunes on my iPod, I close the front door behind me and put one foot in front of the other. I run for a good hour and a half, when I arrive back home I’m all sweaty and panting…and I find myself still thinking about Reese and sliding my cock deep inside of her, seeing her cheeks darken with arousal, and hearing her scream my name as she climaxes.
So much for a run clearing my head.
Once inside, I grab a glass of water and head into my room. Stripping off my running gear, I hop into the shower. Closing my eyes, I drop my head back and let the water wash over me. With a sigh, I open my eyes and pump some bodywash into my palm. When I wash my dick, it hardens from my touch. Gripping my shaft in my hand I begin to pump up and down, squeezing my dick tighter and tighter with each pump. Sooner than I would ever admit, I spray cum all over the shower wall with a grunt, groaning Reese’s name as I do. My eyes snap open when I realize I called out her name, I’ve never called out anyone’s name before.
Turning the water to cold, I step under the spray. When my cock softens, I climb out, dry off, and change into jeans and a black Henley. Jumping on the sofa, I watch Supernatural. Dozing off, I wake a few hours later with a kink in my neck from the awkward position I fell asleep in.
Walking into the kitchen, I groan when I see I’m out of coffee. “Fuck my life,” I mumble to myself.
Grabbing my car keys, I jump into my Jeep and head to the diner for a coffee and late lunch. Parking my truck, I climb out and walk in. The diner smell hits me in the face and I moan. Walking to the counter, I order a coffee and burger to go.