Passion, Vows & Babies_Tough as Nails

by Amy Briggs

  He laughed again, shaking his head. “Ok, have it your way… for now. To answer your question, no I do not work here normally. The owner is a friend of mine, and his wife went into labor. He was planning to just close up and kick everyone out for the night, but I offered to tend to the bar and close up for him instead.”

  “Ah, interesting,” I said, taking another sip of my drink and feeling it start to go to my head. Don’t flirt back, don’t flirt back, don’t flirt back, I repeated in my head, over and over again. “So, tell me more about yourself, Flynn.” My body reacted to him, even if my brain was saying I should retreat, so I decided to relax and enjoy his company, if only for the night.

  Chapter 6

  Flynn

  It seemed that my good deed was, in fact, rewarded. When I’d stopped in for a bite to eat before going home, Mark was starting to shoo patrons out. We went to high school together, and had been friends for years, so when I offered to keep his place open, he agreed enthusiastically, and thanked me endlessly. Nobody wants to close their business, especially when they’re the only bar in town. But family comes first, and it was their first baby. He was beside himself with excitement.

  It was a slow night, and even though I could have been home working on my own house, I didn’t mind giving up one night to help a friend. Then, when I saw her walk in, my heart skipped a beat. Not knowing her name barely mattered. I was excited to see her, and that was evident immediately, as I felt my chest tighten and my face get hot. I had a crush on this chick and I didn’t even know her name.

  I spent a good portion of the night pouring her drinks, not strong ones, and playfully bantering with her. As the night dragged on, and she still hadn’t given me her name, I was mildly frustrated, but also more intrigued than ever. She had an exotic way about her. Maybe it was that I hadn’t met anyone new in such a long time, but she was interesting and sweet, with a tinge of that sass that turned me on. We talked about what to do in town, and so as not to overstep my bounds, I didn’t make any offers to accompany her or anything. I simply told her all the things I thought she might enjoy through the summer.

  Never once did she offer up her name, but when she looked like she was ready to leave, I was also closing up.

  “Why don’t you wait just a moment, and I’ll walk you out,” I offered. Truth be told, it was perfectly safe for her to walk to her car, which was probably parked right out front. But I wanted to spend a few more minutes with her.

  She delivered a slightly sideways smile at me, as if she knew that I knew she could walk out on her own, but she nodded. She picked up her small purse, slinging it over her shoulder while I shut off the lights and grabbed my keys. It was way darker than I thought it would be, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I noticed she hadn’t moved. Realizing she probably couldn’t see at all, and wasn’t familiar with the room enough to know where to walk, I grabbed her hand gently.

  Taking it, she squeezed it slightly, making me want to pull her into me. “Sorry, I didn’t realize quite how dark it would be when I turned off the lights. Hold my hand, I know the way.” I started to pull her toward the direction of the door, but she didn’t budge. “Is everything ok?” I turned back to her, when she pulled on my hand, bringing me to her.

  Unlike anything I’d ever anticipated, she dropped my hand, and ran hers along my chest, pressing herself against me. My cock knew what was happening before my brain did, as I stood there stoically for a moment, letting it happen. Once my brain caught up, I grabbed her face with my hands, planting my lips on hers, practically sucking in her breath. As she leaned her body into mine, lowering her hands around my waist, my cock strained against my jeans again. There was no way she couldn’t feel what she was doing to me.

  Now, I’m completely unattached, and I’m a guy, but a hookup in a bar after hours isn’t something that I’d done before. Certainly not with a woman whose name I didn’t know; but the things she did to me made me forget my own name. I grabbed the hair at the base of her neck, tilting her head to the side as I devoured her neck with kisses. Hearing her pant at my touch was driving me wild.

  “Please tell me your name,” I breathed into her ear, continuing my assault on her neck while pulling her more tightly against me.

  Shaking her head slightly, she quietly replied, after letting out a slight moan. “No. Hmm mmm. You don’t need my name.” Her hands began to explore underneath my shirt, and as her fingertips ran along the waistband of my jeans, I stopped caring what her name was for a minute and let her consume me. I yanked my shirt off over my head, right there in the bar, dropping it to the floor. Following my lead, she let me first take her purse off, followed by her shirt, leaving her standing in front of me in her jeans and a bra.

  I ran my thumb across her nipple underneath the lace, and as it hardened from my touch, she let out a quiet moan. I pulled the lace down underneath her breasts, exposing her tight little nipples, and bent down to take one in my mouth, massaging the other between my thumb and forefinger. As she tossed her head back, letting me roll my tongue around each one, going back and forth between them, I pulled us back behind the bar, leaving our shirts in the middle of the floor.

  Picking her up and setting her back down gently on top of the cooler, I ran my tongue along her neck, unable to keep my hands from roaming over her body. As she reciprocated, feverishly clawing me to her, she started to unzip my pants. Completely unable to believe what was happening, the beautiful stranger stopped me.

  “Do you have protection?” she asked, right before biting her lower lip gently. The only sound besides our breathing, was the faint hum of the coolers, one of which I had her sitting on, legs wrapped around me.

  “Yeah, I do. Are you sure you want this? Here?” I prayed she’d say yes, even though I felt like she was the kind of girl I should have brought back to my house, where I could worship her body properly.

  “Yes. It’s exactly what I want right now.” She flashed me a wicked grin, and I kissed her again, pulling her head back to access her neck again. As I inhaled between kisses, the scent of her perfume reminded me of honeysuckles in the spring, when they’re all in bloom along main street. It’s all you can smell. As everything about her began to overtake my senses, I ran my hands along her middle, reaching for the button on her pants.

  She was grabbing at my waistband again, fumbling with the zipper to my jeans while planting kisses on my neck and chest. Each time her lips touched my skin, it was like a small electrical current ran through me, igniting my desire for her more with each one. I unzipped her jeans, slipping my hand into them, where I could feel the string from what had to be some sexy underwear. Too bad I wasn’t going to get to enjoy it. We were too far gone at that point. Once I had them unzipped, I stepped away, holding her legs out and grabbing her pants at the ankles. She must have kicked her shoes off at some point, because they weren’t in the way, and with her assistance, they were off in one swift tug. I slung them up on the bar, and lunged back between her legs, running my hands along her sides, taking in her curves.

  I couldn’t see her that well because the lights were out, but her shadowy figure was incredible. Part of me wanted to just fuck her hard and fast, but I needed a taste. I dropped to my knees, which put her center right in my face. As I grabbed around her ass, pulling her toward me, to where she rested just barely off the edge, she swung her legs over my shoulders and leaned back on her elbows. Hearing her pant, anticipating what was coming, had my cock straining for release. But not yet. Her ‘barely there’ underwear was still on, but I wasn’t moving to get rid of them; I had the perfect spot. I took my thumb and gently slid them aside before rubbing her tight little clit. As a shiver went through her, she gasped for air, just before sliding a tiny bit closer, letting me know her intentions.

  “You’re wet for me, aren’t you?” I asked, inhaling the sweet scent of her.

  “Yes,” she breathed out.

  “Is this what you want?” I gently ran my thumb across her clit again.


  “Oh, yes,” she hissed.

  “Tell me. Tell me you want me to eat your sweet pussy,” I demanded. I wasn’t usually so bossy, but she brought out the animal in me, and I wanted to hear her tell me she wanted me to feast on her.

  “Oh Flynn, I want you to eat my pussy…” She hesitated for a moment, and then continued, “before you fuck me on this cooler.”

  Before she took another breath, I began lapping at her dripping wet pussy, sucking on her hard little clit. She rocked her hips into me, fucking my mouth, moaning as I devoured her. I slid my thumb just barely into the entrance of her tight pussy, and she immediately clenched on it, letting me reach my other finger around, near her ass. As her body tightened up, I took my thumb back out, running it along her clit, while I continued to use my other finger to stimulate her close to her ass, which I could tell she’d never let anyone do before.

  “Just relax and enjoy it, baby,” I said as I watched her writhe on the cooler, her legs almost wrapped completely around my neck.

  I went in for the climax, suckling on her clit while playing with the rim of her ass. My own cock was begging to be freed at this point, and I could feel the precum oozing from the tip. She began to rock into me harder and I held her in place while she exploded, screaming out loudly, shaking uncontrollably. “Flynn! Oh my God! Fuck!”

  As she started to come down, I released my grip on her, letting her catch her breath while I grabbed a condom from my wallet. It was surprising that I had one with me - I wasn’t a teenager and didn’t carry them everywhere - but it was given to me at a bachelor party in the last few weeks, and that’s where I’d put it that night.

  I stood up, moving her legs from my shoulders to my waist, and finished the work she’d started, undoing my jeans. She leaned forward, kissing my chest again, when I tilted her chin up to capture her lips. Not only did I want her to taste how fucking delicious she was, I loved kissing her. Her kisses were exciting, like first kisses in high school, and I was addicted already.

  Chapter 7

  Jacinda

  What happened that night, the night I just wanted to get a burger and a drink, was exactly what I said I wasn’t going to do. I was a glutton for punishment when it came to charm. Flynn was everything that I’d fantasized about. He was funny and charming, he had a playful banter with me all night, and even though I knew I should go back to the house, I stayed until closing. The sexual tension was thick, like a warm blanket, and I couldn’t stop my body from reacting to him. When the lights were turned out, and it was just he and I, with nothing else but the quiet hum of the bar equipment and a soft glow in the distance from a sign in the window, I abandoned my reservations.

  The way my body reacted to him was unparalleled. I wasn’t particularly experienced. I dated quite a bit back home, but had only slept with two people in my life before that night. As he roamed my body with his hands, and his lips, I lost all sense of what I should do in my head, and let my body respond. And did it ever. No one had ever gone down on me before, and having my legs wrapped around him as he pleasured me, just for me, I lost control. He knew how to push my limits far enough that I let go, screaming out his name, sprawled across a cooler. He wasn’t done with me yet though.

  After I had my mind blown,using only his mouth and hands, he made me cry out all over again when he fucked me on that same cooler. It was different than just a fuck, though. It was heated and passionate, but he never once took his lips off me. He had an animalistic need for me that left me moaning, clawing at his back as he thrust into me; but also a gentle desire, that made me feel sexy and wanted for more. He inhaled against my neck and whispered to me how beautiful I am, and how good I felt. Communicating with me verbally, and physically, I was connected and in sync with him, until my body couldn’t hold back any longer and I climaxed, groaning his name and crying out in ecstasy.

  Knowing full well, once it was over, that it was probably a mistake to fuck a stranger in a bar, I immediately panicked and looked for an escape plan. I wasn’t going to give him my name; I didn’t want him to be able to find me afterwards, especially after blowing my mind like he did. I knew that I’d be addicted to that kind of passion, and that was a terrible idea. My summer was supposed to be about reflection, and that house, not about a summer fling. Once he released his hold on me physically, I scrambled to get my clothes back on.

  “Wait, slow down,” he said, grabbing my hand as I started to round the bar, looking for my shirt in the dark.

  “I gotta go, Flynn,” I uttered in a hushed tone, trying to get my eyes to readjust to the light.

  “Why do you have to go?” he asked urgently, still holding my hand. “Stay here and talk to me. Come home with me. But don’t go.”

  “I have to.” I yanked my hand away, and thankfully found my shirt just on the other side of the bar, next to his. As I finished getting dressed quickly, shoving my feet in my shoes, his figure rounded the bar as well, coming toward me. He loomed closer, my heart racing as he appeared before me.

  Taking my hands in his, he brought them to his lips. “Please don’t go. Tell me your name, so I can see you again,” he implored softly.

  A jolt in my chest at his pleading tone almost compelled me to reveal my name, and take him up on the offer to see him again. But I didn’t. “Flynn, tonight was wonderful. But I have to go.” I backed away, letting my fingertips linger for just a moment. He held them gently while I pulled us apart, slowly, and once my hands were freed, I bolted. Practically jogging to my car, I hopped in and drove back to the house as fast as I could, without looking back.

  I’d never done anything like that in my life, and I was reeling from the whole encounter. As I stared at the ceiling that night, completely unable to sleep, I wondered how I found myself in situations sometimes. Lack of self control? Desire to be with someone, sure. But I didn’t give him a chance, and as the regret of that started to creep up on me, I finally drifted off to sleep, physically exhausted from the day.

  The next morning, I woke up cranky and frustrated. Not only did I want to sleep the day away, I wanted to do it in my own bed back home. This town, and my poor decisions, were hanging over my morning like a shroud. A contractor was supposed to be coming by soon, and I needed to get my ass in gear.

  I stepped into the shower of what I was assuming was originally the master bathroom, as it was far larger than the other full bath. It had a pretty cool claw foot tub that needed some TLC, like everything in the house did, but it had potential. As I made a note to work on that as a little side project, I let the water fall over me like warm rain, relaxing my muscles. I smiled a bit, thinking about what fun I’d had with Flynn, and although I’d hoped not to run into him again, I certainly didn’t regret our time together. I managed to get myself lathered up with soap when the pipes started making a rattling noise.

  As the noise got louder, and sounded like it was coming closer, the shower head flew off the end of the pipe, missing me by centimeters. I shrieked at the top of my lungs as a rush of water came shooting at me through the now broken pipe, full stream. It took me a moment to gain composure as the force of the water coming out was so strong that I stepped out of the way, trying to maneuver myself to the handle to turn it off. Meanwhile, water was rushing out at such a high velocity that it was splashing everywhere, in and outside of the tub.

  Finally managing to get the water turned off, I stood there naked for a moment, panting from the chaos. I stepped out of the tub, directly into a puddle of water, and instead of carefully walking to the towels on the other side of the bathroom that were still dry, I tried to lean over to grab one, and slipped in the puddle, crashing to the ground like a sack of bricks. Of course this would happen; only me.

  Thankfully, I didn’t hit my head and die right there, but I took a moment and simply laid where I fell. Naked and wet, on the floor of my dead grandmother’s bathroom, I stared at the ceiling. I remained still as a stone, just making sure I hadn’t hurt anything, other than my pride. After what was probably o
nly a minute, but felt like an hour, I managed to pick myself up slowly, and crawl to where the stupid dry towel was sitting on the counter, taunting me. Still on the ground, I wrapped the towel around me and assessed the damage to the room. It practically flooded in a matter of moments; everything was soaked. Not to mention, I hadn’t really cleaned up any of the old dust yet prior to using the bathroom, so it was also filthy.

  Shaking my head at the shambles before me, I used the countertop to lift myself up off the ground. A terrible pain in my hip from the fall kicked in, and I leaned over to rest my head in my hands for a moment. What the hell am I doing? I said to myself. Groaning with every step, I was slowly making my way to the bedroom to dry off and get dressed, when the doorbell rang.

  “Oh, what the hell,” I muttered, turning around and hobbling down the stairs to shoo away whoever it was. I realized I was still in nothing but a towel.

  “Who is it?” I yelled through the thick front door.

  “Flynn Healy. The contractor you hired. I have an appointment with Jacinda? Jacinda Brennan?”

  Oh fuck.

  Chapter 8

  Flynn

  After she left me standing in the bar, I missed her immediately. Completely unable to believe that she never gave me her name, but we shared something so intimate, was killing me. I had decided that I’d find her again somehow, no matter what it took. I’d run into her three times in a matter of days; I’d be able to find her again. As luck would have it, sooner than I’d imagined.

  The next morning, I got my coffee started and, while thinking about my mystery girl, got ready for my appointment. It was finally the day I’d get to see the inside of the old Brennan house. I knocked on the huge wooden door, when someone shouted back from the other side, asking who it was.