by Aly Martinez
Me: Hey, it’s Emma. Any chance you want to grab a drink tonight?
Jesse: Sure! Brett came home in a crappy mood today. I heard you might know something about that.
Me: Ugh! Yeah. I do. Sorry.
Jesse: No worries. It happens. Do you care if I bring my friend Kara?
Me: Of course not! I could use a girls’ night.
Jesse: Well you are in for a treat then. Kara is well…Kara.
Me: Can’t wait. Shoot me the place and time. I’ll be there.
Jesse: See you then. Again, I’m warning you about Kara.
Me: Lol Trust me. She will be fine.
I hang up and begin to get ready to go out. I’m a jeans-and-T-shirt girl most of the time, but tonight, I’m in the mood for something a little sexier. After dragging on a pair of tight black pants and a low-cut pink shirt, I top it all off with a pair of black heels. I spend an hour flat-ironing my long blond hair and applying just enough make up to highlight and cover my sleepy eyes.
Just as I walk out the door, I shoot Caleb a text.
Me: Going out with Jesse. Can we talk tomorrow?
He instantly replies.
Caleb: Yep. Be careful. Catch a cab. No driving.
His message is short yet bossy. Maybe I’m not cracked up to be with someone as moody as Caleb. No matter what I may think, my heart tells me something completely different.
I WALK into the bar that Jesse said she and Kara frequent regularly. I scan the room, immediately feeling overdressed. There are probably ten tables filled with guys who all pause and look over at the door when I walk in. Apparently my idea of girls’ night out is very different than Jesse’s. This is a restaurant/sports bar, not a martini bar or dance club like I was expecting. My boobs are half exposed and I swear there is a twelve-year-old in the corner who is drooling. Shit!
Thankfully I locate Jesse sitting at a table with another small brunette and quickly head their way.
“I need a sweater to cover up,” I say, sliding into the booth across from them. Her friend is staring at me with her mouth hanging open.
“Holy shizzle, you are hot!” she shouts, causing Jesse to elbow her. “You did not tell me she was this hot,” she says to Jesse while rubbing her arm. “I’d totally become a lesbian for you. Damn it! I should have dressed up tonight.”
“Um, thanks?” I can’t help but smile as I look over at Jesse, whose cheeks are bright pink.
She offers me a slight shrug before looking down to take a sip of her drink, clearly embarrassed. I don’t want her to be uncomfortable. I need friends, and Jesse has been sweet enough to reach out to me even despite our awkward circumstances.
“Well you’re pretty smoking too. I’m glad you didn’t dress sexier. I’d hate for us to both to switch teams tonight. The male population of Chicago would suffer a great loss.”
Kara doesn’t even try to hide it as she whispers to Jesse, “She thinks I’m smoking.” I can’t control the laugh that escapes.
“Kara, this is Sarah’s sister, Emma Jane. Emma Jane, this is my ex-best friend, Kara.”
Kara’s head snaps over to Jesse. “Ex?”
“I told you not to embarrass me,” she says then starts giggling.
“No, you told me not to mention Caleb—” Kara’s hands snap to her mouth. “Sorry,” she mumbles from behind them.
Now I’m full-on laughing. This chick is hilarious. Awkward, but hilarious nonetheless.
“No, it’s cool,” I say, reassuring them both. “I need some drinks. Then we can talk Caleb and all things moody hot guys. Just promise me we can get out of here in a little bit and go somewhere where we can dance.”
“I love you!” Kara screams.
My eyes get wide at her enthusiasm. Jesse just shakes her head and finishes off her beer.
“Shots?” I ask when the waitress stops to get my order. Both girls nod enthusiastically. “Three Blow Jobs and three Titty Twisters please. And I’ll take a vodka cranberry.”
“She even orders sexy shots,” Kara once again openly whispers to Jesse.
“Would you shut up?” Jesse snaps back at her, and we all begin laughing like old friends.
“So when we get drunk, will you give us the vegetable report?” Kara asks, momentarily confusing me.
“Kara!” Jesse shouts.
“What? This is need-to-know information! She’s sitting right here. You know I had to ask.”
“What’s a vegetable report?” I ask, even more curious based on Jesse’s red face.
“It’s just a little thing Jesse and I do where—” Kara starts, but Jesse quickly interrupts.
“Oh, no you don’t. This is something Kara does. Leave Jesse out of it!” she yells.
“Um, okay. My traitorous best friend is now pretending like she didn’t tell me a large zucchini for Brett. It took quite a few beers, but she eventually spilled. Anyway, it’s just where you compare your man’s business to the vegetable it most resembles.” She finishes with an unabashed grin.
“One, ewwww! I did not need to know that about Brett.” I pause and lean in close. “But congrats to you, girl!” I laugh, and Jesse wrinkles her nose, completely mortified. “Two, oh, I’ll tell you this now. I don’t have to be drunk to talk vegetables.” I laugh at my new term. “Butternut squash.”
“Noooo!” they both breathe out at the same time.
“Yep! And not one of those just short and fat ones. I’m talking a genetically engineered, agriculture-experiment-gone-wrong butternut squash.”
“Shut. Up,” Kara says with a dazed look on her face, which has me laughing all over again. She is entirely too excited about this vegetable report. But even Jesse looks a little interested.
“I mean, really. It’s just wrong for a man that hot to have one that big.” I toss back a shot the second the waitress sets it down on the table. “Oh, and don’t get even get me started on his tattoos.”
“What!” Kara screams.
“Caleb has a tattoo?” Jesse asks.
“Oh yeah! Two full sleeves, a few on his chest, and his entire back is covered.”
“I’ve never seen that. I guess he always wears long-sleeve shirts. I can’t believe I’ve never noticed that before.” Jesse almost sounds a little hurt that she didn’t know this about Caleb
“I didn’t think it was possible for him to get any hotter. But now? You’re telling me he’s a tatted-up butternut squash. I think I need a cold shower…and a vibrator,” Kara says before she promptly chugs the rest of her drink.
We all burst into a fit of laughter and fall into an easy comfort with each other. Jesse might not be the normal type of girl I would hang out with, but she is sweet. Kara is another story altogether. I kind of want to steal her from Jesse and make her my new BFF. She is awesome! Back home, it’s usually just me and the guys, so this girl time feels really good—and long overdue.
Three shots and two drinks later, the topic of Caleb finally comes back up.
“So you’re really sleeping with Detective Hot Ass?” Kara asks.
“Hey, I thought that was Brett’s nickname,” Jesse slurs. Poor little thing is already pretty toasted. It’s obvious she isn’t a big drinker.
“Yeah, but he’s taken now. I need to move on.”
“Oh, Caleb’s taken too,” I tell her matter-of-factly.
“Really?” Jesse asks, shocked.
“Yep. How much did Brett tell you?”
“Not much. Just that he found you at Caleb’s this morning. And they got into one of their tough-guy staring competitions—my term, not his.”
I nod at her accuracy. That is pretty much exactly what happened.
“So here’s the deal…”
I spend the next fifteen minutes telling them all about my relationship with Caleb. Jesse is obviously in shock, while Kara continuously fans herself with a menu.
“Wow,” Jesse says when I finish. “So are you going to call him?”
“Yeah,” I groan, knowing that, even though I’m more stubborn than
I care to admit, I won’t be able to stay away from Caleb for long. “So how pissed is Brett?”
“He’s pretty upset, but I think it’s because he’s worried. He loves you, Emma. You know Caleb’s never been with anyone since Manda.”
“Why does everyone feel the need to keep telling me that?” I ask in frustration. “Is it supposed to be a bad thing that he hasn’t been in a relationship in the five years since his fiancée died? I think it’s a compliment that he’s willing to give this a try with me.”
“Caleb is a really good guy. I love him a lot. But you have to know he hates Sarah to his core. I’m worried this is going to blow up and be bad for both of you. Caleb has already been hurt enough. And if he’s acting this way with you, it means he’s finally moving forward. I think it’s great. I just wish you two didn’t have so much between you. Caleb needs easy, Emma.”
“Shit. I know,” I say, resigned. “I just don’t think it will ever be easy for us. Not with how much he hates Sarah. But I definitely don’t think it’s impossible either. He and Brett have managed to stay friends and move past it for all these years.”
“No, he and Brett just avoided the Sarah topic altogether. Brett is really good with denial. The few times they did talk about her, it was always explosive.”
“Fantastic.” I slump down in the booth.
“I think Brett’s worried he’s just sleeping with you. Although I can almost guarantee you that is not what it is to Caleb.”
I wave her off. “Oh please. He’s not just fucking with me. There is something really special between us. Ugh, I hate that word. But that’s what it is. Caleb and I just click. However, just out of curiosity, how exactly can you guarantee that?”
“Because he just strolled in the door,” she says, nodding to the front of the restaurant.
“What!” I scream, sitting straight up and turning to look at the door. Sure as shit, sexy-ass Caleb Jones is strutting in the door with Brett right behind him. My head snaps back around to Jesse. “Did you set me up?”
“What? No! I had no idea they were coming. Last I heard, they weren’t even speaking.”
“Hey, sweetheart,” Caleb purrs when he stops beside our table.
“I believe I said I’d call you,” I snap. Half of me is more than a little irritated that he followed me here tonight, but the other part is stoked to see him.
“You did, but I’m not a patient man. Especially when it comes to you, Emmy.” He slides in the booth beside me, forcing me to move over. He brushes the hair off my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “And don’t even try to correct me to Emma just because you’re pissed. It’s Emmy.” His hot breath sends chills down my body.
I no longer trust my intoxicated words at this moment. There is a very good chance an invitation to go home and ravage his body will tumble out. So I cross my arms and pout like a child.
“What are y’all doing here?” Kara slides out so Brett can sit next to Jesse.
“We need to talk,” Brett says, looking directly at me. He kisses Jesse and throws a protective arm around her shoulders. I really like Jesse, and I’m really glad Brett moved on. But it is really fucking weird to see him this way with another woman.
“Butternut squash,” Kara says in complete awe while staring wide-eyed at Caleb.
Jesse and I both burst into drunken laughter. Caleb looks confused for a minute before looking down at me with a knowing smirk.
“I finally made the infamous vegetable report, huh?”
“Yep, congratulations! Now can I see your tattoos?” Kara asks, and her already wide eyes get even wider.
“I see Emma has been talking about me. I guess she’s not too pissed after all.”
“I told them you had ugly tattoos and a weird squash-shaped dick,” I say, trying to keep up my bitch mode.
“No, you didn’t.” He calls my bullshit as he rolls the sleeve up on his shirt and shows Kara his arm. Jesse even gets in on the action by standing up and looking at the black bird down the back of his shirt.
“All right, ladies and cocks. I’m going to see if I can find a squash of my own. I’ll be back in a few,” Kara says, heading toward the bar.
“I like her a lot,” I tell Caleb, who is looking down at me with warm eyes. I know I’m pissed, but I’m also drunk, so I lean up and place a lingering kiss to his perfect lips.
“Ehm.” Brett clears his throat across the table, and Jesse begins to giggle.
“Talk. Do it quick, because I’m taking Emma home—very soon,” Caleb informs Brett, never taking his eyes off mine.
“Jesus Christ. Fine.” Brett lets out a groan. “Look, we talked. Caleb assures me that he’s not using you. I have been very honest with him and told him that I don’t necessarily believe him. However, we both agree you are an adult and can make your own decisions.”
“Well, gosh. That was really kind of y’all,” I say sarcastically.
“Emma, I’m serious here. I don’t want you getting hurt. I know shit didn’t work out with me and Sarah, but you’re still a sister to me. My problem is I also consider Caleb family. So you two…doing whatever you’re doing…is just an awkward situation waiting to happen when you break up.”
“But what if it works out?” I question, and Caleb leans down and kisses my hair in apparent agreement.
“Well that’s up to you two. But I’m out of this. Do whatever you want. Just don’t drag me in the middle when it falls apart.”
“It won’t fall apart,” Jesse chimes in from beside him.
“Right, I mean if it falls apart,” he corrects.
“Okay. Everyone cool? Emmy, get your purse,” Caleb says, rushing me out of the booth.
“Wait! I’m still pissed at you.”
“No, you’re not,” he replies, pushing me to my feet.
“Yes, I am. I’m going to have another drink with my friends, and you are just going to have to be patient. That is your punishment.” I wave down the waitress as he groans beside me.
I’m not mad anymore. I’m actually really glad he took the initiative to make up with Brett and have an actual conversation rather than a dick show. I’m just having a really good time hanging out with everyone, and Caleb’s being here now only makes it better.
TWO HOURS. Two. Fucking. Hours. That is how long Emma has been ‘punishing’ me for. It hasn’t really been punishment at all, but she has definitely been making sure that it’s been torture. I’ve had fun hanging out with everyone, but Emma’s gently stroking my cock under the table has made it virtually unbearable.
Brett and I apparently have the same plans for the end of the evening, because the minute a round of shots that Kara sent over from the bar arrived, we both ordered a table full of food. Tipsy sex with your girl is fucking hot, but there is a fine line between tipsy and hammered. I need a replay of last night with Emma, but I have to keep her sober enough to get it.
“Eat,” I say, pushing some fries into her face.
“No. I’m full. Leave me alone. I’m not drunk, Caleb.” She bats my hands away.
“Good. Stay that way. You need to eat, Emmy. I have big plans for tonight, and none of them involve you passing out on the drive back.”
“Oh yeah? What are these plans of yours?” she asks.
I glance up at Jesse and Brett across the table. They are quietly talking, and by the slight blush on Jesse’s cheek, I can tell that they are carrying on a secret sexy conversation of their own. I’m ready to go, and now is my chance to make sure Emma is ready too.
“You want to know my plan?”
She bites her bottom lip and nods enthusiastically.
“Okay, but if I tell you this, it’s only good if we leave right this very second. Even a minute longer and the plan is void.”
“Oh! I like the sound of this. I really want to see if Kara hooks up with that bartender, so you better make this a good plan.”
“Oh it’s good! See, I’m greedy, Emmy. I’m going to make that tight cunt of yours come on my hand, my mouth, and
my cock tonight. I want it all.” I pause for a second as her breath catches. “So my plan is to get in my truck and peel those tight-ass pants off you. Normally, I would want to watch you come, but I’m in a rush to get you home tonight. So as we drive back to my place, I want you riding my hand. I only need one to drive.” I place a damp kiss to her neck. “You only get one in the truck though. That’s all I’m willing to sacrifice. I loved the way you tasted when I licked my fingers last night. I haven’t been able to think about anything else today.” I lean in close and whisper even more quietly, “Tonight, you’re coming on my mouth. I’m going to lick that pussy until you can’t come anymore. Then, and only then, will I slam into you, nice and rough, giving you one last impossible orgasm. It’s going to be hard…fast…and deep. That’s my plan, sweetheart.”
“That’s a really good plan,” she breathes with need building in her eyes.
“I thought so.” I lick my lips and give her a sexy wink.
“Well, I think it’s time Caleb and I call it a night,” she announces, jumping up from the booth to collect her purse.
“Here.” I hand her my keys. “You go ahead to the truck. I’ll get the bill and meet you out there. You should probably get ready while you wait.” I glance down to her pants.
“Okay, but hurry up or I might have to start without you.” She snatches the keys. “Night, y’all. Jesse, text me Kara’s number when you have a chance. Maybe we can all get together for lunch next week.”
“Sounds good. Goodnight, Emma.”
She waves over her shoulder as she heads to the door. Just as she breezes past me, she quietly warns, “Two minutes.”
I search the bar for our waitress but quickly give up. I pull out my wallet and toss a stack of cash on the table. It’s way more than enough for whatever we had and anything Emma could have possibly ordered before I got there.
“Let me know if that doesn’t cover it,” I tell Brett as I turn and head to the door.