Tori’s brow knit and Scott burst out laughing. “I’m kidding, babe. Man, I think you’d be less pissed if I murdered someone.” He rubbed her leg, unable to stop laughing.
Tori frowned. She didn’t find that statement amusing.
“I drank,” Blaze’s voice broke through Scott’s laughter. “Was married once. Young, in love and so very naive and stupid.” He paused for a moment. “She left me for Jody while I was on deployment.”
“Fuckin Jody.” Scott sounded disgusted.
“Who’s Jody?” Tori asked.
“Jody is the shit-bag who sleeps with your girl while you’re deployed. Just a phrase we use in the military, Blondie.” Blaze laughed a little too loud.
Tori detected so much hurt in that sad chuckle.
Still waters run deep.
There was a lot more to Blaze than his crass exterior.
Blaze clapped his hands and cleared his throat. “Never have I ever been in a devil’s three way.”
A wicked grin passed across Tori’s face, and she imagined Scott had the same expression. She downed her shot.
“Dude!” Blaze said. “What the fuck is that about?”
“Nope,” Both Scott and Tori said at the same time. Neither one of them were breathing a word about that time.
“Was this Amsterdam?” Blaze asked.
“We don’t talk about Amsterdam,” Scott said adamantly.
“Come on, Blondie, tell me….” Blaze whined and shook her shoulder. “Was it two girls and two guys? It’s cool Harris.” Blaze cleared his throat. “It’s not gay if it’s a three-way,” he sang in his best Justin Timberlake impression.
Tori snorted. “Like he said, we don’t talk about Amsterdam.” Tori grinned slyly.
Scott’s phone rang.
“Saved by the bell. Shit, it’s Mom.” He laughed. “If I don’t take this she’ll send out a rescue party.”
She heard Scott get up from the table and walk away.
“I need to pee.” Tori giggled, stood, and swayed a bit. The whiskey had hit her full force and she laughed stupidly, realizing she had no clue where she was or where the bathroom was. “I can’t even stand up straight,” her words slurred across her tongue.
Tomorrow’s hangover should be a blast.
“Or speak.” Blaze laughed.
She swiped her hand across the table. “Shit.” She’d drunkenly placed her cane down somewhere when dancing with Keith. Blind, drunk, and in an unfamiliar place. Yeah; she was stupid.
“Whatchya looking for, Blondie?” Blaze asked as she knocked over a few glasses.
“I think I left my thing, I mean cane, in the place.” Tori braced herself on the table.
“I’ll go find it.” Presley patted her on the arm. “Hold tight, girl.”
Tori groaned and crossed her legs. “I really have to pee.”
“I’ve gotcha, Blondie.” Blaze took her by the hand and looped her arm to his. “We don’t want you pissing yourself.” She clung tightly to his strong arm as he took her inside. “Here you go.” Blaze placed her hand on the wooden door.
Tori pushed and the door swung inward. She turned back to Blaze. “I’ll be done in a jiffy.” She patted the door frame leaning her head against it lazily. “Wait for me please?”
“You honestly think I’d leave your drunk, blind ass here?” Blaze scoffed. “Blondie, I’ll always have your back, especially when you’re sloshed. Please don’t pass out on the crapper and make me come in for search and rescue.”
“Who me?” She placed her hand on her chest and giggled.
“Yes, you.” He kindly patted her cheek. “You’re fucked up, girl.”
She smiled, reached out and patted him on the chest. “You act all tough and deplorable, but inside you're a softie. I see things that others can’t. You’re a good guy, Blaze. I like you, and I’m glad we’re buddies.” Tori’s face quivered a bit and her eyes went teary.
She’d never had many friends, and the only family she could count on was Jane. Now she had this huge family in her corner. Drinking always brought out her true emotions—and they overwhelmed her.
“Oh lord. You’re like one of those girly, weepy drunks, aren’t you?” He groaned. “I can’t have you flirting with me.”
“Lord, that’s not it,” she groaned. “I’m serious. You’re family now. The brother I never got.” She smiled painfully and wiped away a tear. “I think he would’ve been a lot like you.”
“I like you, too, Blondie. I always wanted a sister and you’re damn good for my boy. Now hurry up and piss so we can get back out there.”
“You got it.” She pointed at him and shut the door.
Scott wrapped his arm around his girl as she sat down and nestled her head into his chest. She let out a huge yawn as he kissed her on the top of the head. She smelled like a mixture of her perfume and smoke from the bonfire. It was incredibly sexy.
Presley came stumbling up to Tori, pretty damn trashed herself. “Oh, no you don’t! You can’t fall asleep on me, girl.” Presley pulled Tori up by her arm, placing the bottle of Jack in her hand. “Come on, Slutty Spice. There's a wet t-shirt contest,” Presley slurred. “Let's win this shit.”
Tori groaned and stumbled along, holding onto Presley with one hand and the bottle of Jack with her other. Presley led her to the other side of the bonfire and over to where there were a few picnic tables pushed together.
He grinned as Tori took another swig of Jack and handed it off to Presley who in turn helped Tori climb up onto the table where several other chicks were already lined up. One of the older grey-haired men grabbed the hose and doused them all.
Scott erupted in laughter. Tori’s shocked expression as the cold water hit her full force in the face was everything. She may have looked like a wet kitten, but she was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Then, he almost had a heart attack as she nearly toppled off the table. Even in her drunken state, Presley’s cat-like reflexes kept her from taking a nose dive. The girls fell into each other, laughing, as the unruly bikers cheered. His body heat rose, his heart warming, as his girl had the time of her life.
Shortly thereafter, Blaze plopped on the bench next to Scott and Chad, whom had returned a few moments earlier. He pulled a cigarette out of Chad’s pack, placing it between his lips. “Was hoping to score some weed, but all they have is fucking cocaine. Screw that shit.” The lighter clicked and Blaze took a puff.
Scott peered over at Chad, who lifted his hands as if to say not to worry. “I’m clean. One month, bro, and not fucking it up this time.” Scott sighed, hoping, praying that was the truth, but Scott suspected it was a damn, dirty lie.
“Want one?” Blaze offered the pack to Scott.
“Nah, Tori will kill me.” Scott waved his hand away.
“She looks busy to me. She won’t see it anyway,” Blaze said with a shrug. Scott and Chad both chuckled at his bad joke as he took the cigarette and exhaled a long puff of smoke.
“She’ll smell it though.” Tori wouldn’t go near his mouth after he smoked. As he sat there and watched her move her luscious hips to the roaring of Five Finger Death Punch coming out of the speakers, he wanted nothing more than to kiss those pouty lips. Just then, he watched as Tori ripped her tank top off and let her wet tits out. Presley immediately did the same.
More cheers came from the crowd of burly, dirty, fat bikers.
“I’ll be damned.” Chad’s green eyes bulged. “Holy shit.”
“Way to go, Blondie.” Blaze laughed his ass off.
Scott just grinned, watching the show. That was the Tori he knew. Rather than be mad that his girl was on display to the world, his heart swelled at how uninhibited and free she looked.
“You’re one damn lucky man, my brother,” Chad noted. “I’m shocked you aren’t yanking her ass down from there and pissing a circle around her.”
Scott crossed his arms over his broad chest. “She needs this. You two didn’t know her before—but this is a glimpse.” Her newfound uptightness was go
ne. She was dancing in those tight, jean shorts, boots, and nothing else. That was Tori. It didn’t matter that she was flashing her tits to the world—she was all his.
Chief came over and joined them.
“That girl of yours is something else, Harris,” Chief said. "Smart as hell. Hot as fuck too.”
“Yeah, it's rare to find someone who can hold her own in a cocktail dress at a DC fundraiser and dance topless on a picnic table in Texas while downing Jack.” Scott beamed with pride.
“Blondie is a good one. She's had Harris wrapped around her finger for years now,” Blaze said. “I don't blame him, though.”
“She has everyone she meets wrapped around her finger from what I can tell,” Chad nodded toward her. “You sure she’s marriage material, bro?”
Blaze nodded to Tori. “She’s wild, but loyal.”
Scott knew that Blaze was speaking from heartbreaking experience.
“Harris is just gonna have to let her off the leash every so often.”
Scott laughed. Blaze nailed it.
“Does Tori have siblings?” Blaze asked.
“She has a younger sister, Jane—but she’s married so don’t go getting any ideas.” Scott warned.
“No brother?” Blaze puffed on the cigarette.
Scott snapped his head. “No; why?”
“No reason.” Blaze blew out a ring of smoke.
Scott raised a skeptical brow.
Presley led Tori back, both stumbling and laughing, dropping her in his lap—her shirt long gone somewhere. She didn't seem to miss it—and neither did he.
“You ladies put on quite the show,” Chief complimented them.
“Did you see me dancing, babe?” Tori giggled. “We had a wet t-shirt contest. I'm not sure who won though.”
“Oh, if you ask me, you won hands down.” Scott smiled and palmed her tit.
“Oh, you won, Blondie!”
Scott appreciated that Blaze was trying to avoid her rack—to no avail. Scott couldn’t blame the dude.
Tori patted Blaze’s cheek. “You're so sweet, dear. Now, do me a little favor. Somewhere in this crowd of debauchery and reprobates, is an Asian stripper. Would you fetch her for me please? I believe poor Presley is smitten and horny as hell,” Tori slurred.
Blaze nodded and got up to track down the prey while Presley slumped down into his vacated spot.
Tori turned in Chief's direction “If that’s ok with you, Mr. Chief? This is your party after all. Your honor.”
Chief laughed. “Why of course. Please partake. Have fun and debase yourselves as much as possible. And, it's just Chief.”
Scott rested his cold glass of whiskey on Tori’s tits, causing her to jolt and squeal. Tori smirked and took it, downing it. “Thanks, Just Chief. I'm really starting to like you.”
She felt for Scott's hand and moved it to her tits. “Are you gonna fuck me or leave me wet all night, baby?” Tori’s hot breath whispered in his ear.
“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you,” he growled back. Scott scooped her up and slung her over his shoulder.
“I'm gonna get laid now!” Tori yelled to everyone as she wiggled in his grasp. They all laughed as Scott left them in the dust—carrying off his woman like he was a damn caveman.
He took her over to the parked choppers and plopped her down—bending her over the seat. With one swift yank, Scott pulled her shorts and panties to her shins.
“Can people see us?” Tori asked over her shoulder. She shimmied her shorts off the rest of the way, stepping out of them.
“Now you’re worried about that? After the show you just put on back there for those bikers?” Scott’s head tilted to the night sky as he roared in laughter. He wasn’t the exhibitionist that she was, but he was drunk as a skunk, horny as hell, and she’d unleashed the beast in him. He didn’t give two shits if the whole damn yard saw. “It’s probable we’ll be seen.”
“Good. Fuck me. Show them all who I belong to.”
God damn, if those words didn’t make him that much harder. She was a wild beast herself, his loyal lioness. He pulled his jeans down below his ass and slid his cock into her, slamming her thighs into the seat of the bike. He wasn't about to go gentle on her—it wasn’t their style. His eyes closed as the sweet release his cock needed washed over him.
“Harder,” Tori moaned.
He grabbed a fistful of her hair—jerking her head back. Still, she cried and begged for more. He discarded his jeans in the dirt and plopped his own naked ass onto the leather seat in reverse, leaning his back up against the handlebars. It took him a moment to adjust his prosthetic to get leverage.
“Come here, baby.” He pulled her by the hand, helping her straddle him. She reached behind him, gripping onto the handle bars as she rolled those luscious hips, working his cock with precision as her tongue swirled circles along his neck.
She may not be able to drive the bike—but she was driving him wild. She fucked him on that hog like she stole the damn thing. It took all his strength to keep the bike upright against the force of her hips. God damn—watching her was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
Her head tilted toward the night sky—the sweat on her body glistening in the moonlight. He gripped her ass and pushed ball deep into her pussy, rocking his hips underneath. He slapped her bottom, digging his fingertips into her flesh. She winced a bit, but it only fueled the fire in her to make her press that much harder. She fucked him raw and came screaming his name, holding nothing back.
Scott held out as long as he could. The greedy bastard in him didn’t want it to ever end. But, goddamn, she looked too fucking fine. He cupped the back of her neck, stroking her beautiful cheek.
He claimed her mouth as she nibbled on his lip. He quivered and shook as he came violently inside of her, marking his territory.
Mine, all mine—his inner bear growled.
They sat there catching their breath in each other’s arms while his ears picked up a slow clap. In the distance, others joined in on the round of applause, followed by shouts and whistles. His girl sat up, with him still inside her, twisted towards the praise, and gave a short bow.
He laughed and grabbed the nape of her neck, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I love you—you goddamn, filthy mess.”
It took Tori all of Saturday to sleep off the doozy of a hangover. By Sunday she was finally feeling more human. Too bad it was time for her to leave town.
“You sure you can’t stay a little longer?” Judith rubbed Tori’s shoulders and gave her a squeeze as she zipped up her suitcase.
“I really wish I could,” Tori said. She meant it. She’d grown so fond of Wayne, Judith and the entire Harris family. So much so, she’d even gone to church with them that morning as promised.
Thankfully, the roof didn’t cave in and not a single person tried to pray for faith healing. Yes, this had actually happened to her once in the past when a random stranger came up to her in DC, asking to pray for her. Tori had told them to fuck off.
Scott’s childhood church was a bit different from the stand, kneel, pray lethargic stuff she was used to growing up. In fact, she actually kinda enjoyed it. Much more lively. Well, she at least enjoyed it until she almost came emotionally unglued when they sang It Is Well With My Soul. That song touched her on such a personal level that it nearly made her unravel.
“I can’t justify another week off work. I was lucky they gave me the time they did,” Tori said.
Her director had given her one week, meanwhile Scott still had another week full of training so she’d be returning with Keith on the flight home. She knew that was another one of Scott’s sneaky reasons for bringing Keith out, but for that bit of overbearing protectiveness she’d forgive him. Flying was a pain in the ass enough for a sighted person, for her it was a three-ring circus and she may as well be the bearded lady.
“You ready, gorgeous?” Keith asked as he walked into the room.
“Yeah. All packed up.” Tori patted her thighs.
Family.
She was getting an entire family. Something she’d never had.
Tori’s throat clogged.
“You’ll come for Thanksgiving, right?” Tori swallowed the lump in her throat and pulled back.
“Yes. We’ll come out for Thanksgiving.” Judith squeezed her hands then dropped them. “Oh, I almost forgot.” A paper sack rustled next to her. “I knitted you both matching scarves.”
Tori’s brows went up as Judith wrapped a thick scarf around her neck.
“That’s, um, very thoughtful.” She plastered on a grin. There was no way they would ever wear matching scarves.
“It’s so dreadfully cold there in the winter. Scotty won’t ever let on that the winter bothers him, but his leg aches so bad when he gets chilled.”
“I promise to keep him warm.” Tori reached out and squeezed Judith’s shoulders.
Judith gave her another big hug. “Oh, I know you’ll take good care of him. You always have.”
Tori stepped out of Judith’s hold.
“You know, Vic, those scarves would look great for a couple’s Christmas card,” Keith chimed.
“Oh, that would be lovely!” Judith agreed. “I need a photo of you two for my gallery wall.”
Great, now she was going to have to take photos in the scarves or else risk offending Judith. If Tori could give Keith a death stare, he’d be six feet under at that moment. She could just imagine the stupid grin plastered over his face.
Wayne hollered down the hall for Judith. “We need to go!” They were headed to Dawn’s house to love on Ray.
“I better run. Gotta go see that grandbaby. You take care, sweetie.” Judith patted her arm and left the room.
She sucked in a breath and tapped her Apple watch and it blared the time. They needed to get moving. Tori liked to add an extra hour onto her travel time in case things went amiss which, with her, they typically did.
Footsteps echoed down the hall, one heavier than the other. She loved that sound. It always painted a picture in her mind of his sexy swagger.
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