by Alexa Blue
I lead Amanda out to the parking lot, where I parked my proudest possession, my Harley Davidson VRSC V-Rod.
Amanda’s clicking heels draws to an abrupt end once she realizes how I plan on getting us to the bar. She pulls her hands to her mouth. “Oh, there is no way in hell I’m riding on that.”
I give Amanda a playful nudge against the arm. “Why, something else you’d prefer riding?”
Amanda rolls her eyes and turns to walk away, muttering something about me being ‘fucking ridiculous’ when I grab on her arm. “Okay, I’m sorry,” I have a certain sincerity in my voice, something Amanda hadn’t heard all night. “I may be a dick at times, but if there’s one thing you can count on, it’s me keeping you safe. Besides, a pretty young thing like you should let her hair down a little. What do ya say? One drink is all I ask.”
I stare intently into her eyes, admiring her shiny hair blowing in the wind.
Amanda lets out a faint smile, and her deepening dimples has my cock raging with excitement. “Considering this is the first time I’ve heard you ask for anything all night,” she pauses, taking a few moments to contemplate her response, “fuck it, let’s go.”
“Hold on tight, baby girl,” I order as Amanda finds a seat behind me and wraps her arms around my waist. She holds on tight, and the feeling of her tits pressing against my back almost makes me flip her onto my bike and take her right here.
“Um…” Amanda stutters, "please go slow. This is my first time."
I turn my head, a coy grin forming on my lips. “Oh, then I better give you a ride to remember.”
I can’t tell if she’s turned on, but from the way her grip around my waist tightens, I suspect I have her right where I want.
As we make our way to Paddy’s, I have to take in a few sharp breaths as her hands lift higher and cling around my mid-section. Everything about her touch feels so fucking right.
Amanda hasn’t once asked me about what I do, where I live, or what car I drive. One of the reasons I had given up on women was because it became very difficult to know who actually wanted me, and who was just interested in my money.
I love the fact that she's a big, feisty queen, that I'd have to work that much harder if I have any hopes of getting under that pretty little dress of hers.
My bike’s engine draws to an end as I pull up in front of Paddy’s.
Greeting us near the entrance of the bar is a group of guys standing over a bonfire. Their eyes are stuck on Amanda as I take her hand in mine. Amanda is dressed in a pretty little dress that shows off her thick thighs, and she holds a clutch handbag that probably cost as much as half these dickheads' salary. Amanda stands out like a white flower in the middle of a barren field.
I take her hand in mine, and she stops walking. She looks down at our intertwined hands, holding her gaze until I lift my fingers.
“Would you prefer I hold you around the waist?” I tease.
“You can have the shoulder,” Amanda says.
I place my arm around her shoulder and pull her into me. "Fine, as long as these men know you're off-limits."
“Sweetie, I wouldn’t be caught dead with any of these men.”
“Except for me, of course.”
Amanda lets out a playful side grin. “I can only decide on that after we’ve had our drink.”
With my arm wrapped around her shoulders, me and Amanda entered Paddy’s. I know I still have a lot of work to do if I’d have any chance of getting with her, but for now, at least that porcelain front has started cracking.
Chapter Three
Amanda
We walk into the bar, Christian’s arm is wrapped around my shoulders and from his grip, I can tell he has no intentions of letting go. As much as I hate admitting it, the sensation of a man’s touch is exhilarating.
We head straight for the bar and Christian waves his hand, signaling for the bartender’s attention.
“I’ll have a Black Label beer, make that two,” he looks down at me and smiles. “And a Mojito for the lady.”
I meet his eyes with contempt before cutting him off. “No, the lady doesn’t want a Mojito. I’ll have a Heineken, and two shots of tequila.” I turn to face Christian, “tequila for you?”
Christian’s eyes grow large when he realizes that I ordered both shots of tequila for myself. “I’ll have a shot.”
“Make that three Tequilas,” I tell the bartender.
There's a glisten in Christian eyes as he gazes into mine, once the bartender leaves to prepare the drinks. "I would not have taken you for a Heineken girl."
“I would not have taken you for a Black Label man,” I answer.
By the time the bill comes around, I already have a hundred-dollar bill ready for the waiter.
“What are you doing?” Christian asks, pulling my hand back, “I’ll get the bill.”
I insist the bartender take my money. The last thing I want is for Christian to get an even bigger head flashing his money around. Besides, guys with money always believe they can buy their way out of anything.
My head buzzes from our shots of Tequila, and I take a few moments to get a look at Christian, to really get a look at him.
I've never been into bearded men, always considered them to be too lazy to shave, but something is alluring about Christian. I wonder if it is his come-to-bed, whiskey brown eyes, or maybe his cocky attitude that draws me to him. Perhaps it’s the few stray strands of grays in his black hair, that gives me hope that he might not end up being a total dick.
I want to ask what he does for a living, but don’t want to give him the opportunity to be a dick about something else. Judging from his Mediterranean complexion, and rugged looks, I assume he spends a lot of time in the sun, so probably a mechanic or he works on machinery.
Christian interrupts my thoughts. “Are you single?”
Amanda raises her brow. "You don't waste time, do you?"
“Not when I need to know who I must fight off to make you mine.” His words are sharp and unapologetic.
“I’m single,” a sigh escapes me, “and will remain that way, for a while at least.” I shake my head, snapping back into reality. “Anyway, you single?”
Christian gazes into my eyes. His stare is fierce and intense, demanding of attention. “Relationships can break people. The more you love someone, the more power you give them to hurt you.”
My head flinches back slightly. “Next time, a simple, Yes Amanda, I’m single, will work.” I give him a playful ‘thumbs-up.’
By the time I get through half my beer, Christian’s already on his second.
I take a sip of my beer when his next statement almost causes me to spray it back out. "Amanda, I want to fuck you so bad."
I can’t believe how conflicted his words leave me feeling. On the one hand, I want to reach out and slap him right across the face. On the other, I can’t ignore the flutter spreading in between my legs. He may be a total dickhead, but if there’s one thing I find sexy in a man, it’s honesty.
I take a few moments to gather my thoughts. “Sex is overrated,” I reply eventually.
“Not if you do it right.”
“I’ve only slept with one guy before, and it was nothing to write home about. Also, I’m not looking to sleep with you. Let’s… um, just clear that up.”
Christian shifts his stool in closer. He is so close to me that I can feel the warmth of his arms radiating against my skin. I swallow hard as he brushes the loose strands of hair behind my ears.
“No sex, but I’d never forgive myself if I allow the most beautiful woman to walk away from me without a kiss.”
Warmth fills my cheeks. A fiery burn spreads throughout my body as Christian inches closer. My head is telling me to push the bearded hunk away, but my heart screams for just a moment on his lips.
“Oh,” I sigh as Christian grabs me by the back of my head. Not once does his gaze drift from my eyes.
Another inch closer.
I now feel the warmth of his bre
ath of my aching lips. My heart rate doubles with every passing moment. His musky scent now fills my nasal passages. As much as I want to fight it, there's nothing I can do, other than giving in to my heart's desires.
I shut my eyes, and Christian presses his hand against the back of my head and pulls in.
It starts off with a soft brush of his lips against mine, and desire takes over me when his tongue slips inside my mouth. For a man as rough-around-the-edges as Christian, he is surprisingly gentle inside my mouth. When he finally pulls out of me, I'm left feeling desperate.
Desperate to write off this stupid pact restricting me from leaning over and giving in to my deepest desires.
Christian
“I need the bathroom,” Amanda says as she pulls away from my lips. “To cool down after that kiss, I hope?” I tease.
"Get over yourself," she giggles, except this time there's an undeniable warmth in her eyes, flirtatious almost. "And please don't follow me to the bathroom again." She hands her clutch bag for me to hold, and I notice her swaying her full hips as she lifts herself from her seat. If she’s trying to tempt me, the girl is sure as hell doing a good job.
Amanda flings her golden hair back and glances over at me with pouted lips, oozing with seduction. As she turns to walk to the bathroom, her heel catches the leg of a stool causing her to trip. I jet out my seat and grab hold of her with moments to spare before we both land on the ground. I manage to work my body under hers, so her body presses against mine as we land.
I let out a cocky grin. “All you have to do is ask, no need to throw yourself at me… again.”
“Hmpf,” Amanda mutters as she lifts herself from me and darts off to the bathroom with a sunken head.
As she walks to the bathroom, I notice a guy checking out her ass, but he quickly looks away once he meets my glare that’s capable of murder. I've never been a one-woman kind of man, but there's something about Amanda that not only drives my cock hard but has me feeling… protective. Even when she fell, the first thought that sprung to mind was that I need to break her fall. It doesn’t matter if I get hurt in the process, as long as nothing happens to her.
After tasting Amanda's sweet lips, it takes everything in my power not to throw her over my shoulder, take her home, and make her mine.
I want to hold her, to make sweet love to her, to make sure nothing bad ever happens to her.
It takes everything in my power not to watch on with a dropped jaw as Amanda returns from the bathroom.
“Right, before I make a fool of myself again, I think our time is up.”
I place my hands on the sides of her smooth face, pulling her into me. “Darlin’ there’s nothing you can do that would make me think you’re a fool.” I take a few moments to take in the glow that spreads across her cheeks. “Just try not falling for me all the time. Not in public, sweet cheeks.”
“Oh, fuck off,” Amanda giggles and grabs on her clutch purse.
We walk out the bar, and I flick my cigarette across the road, causing her to stop dead in her tracks. From the look she gives me, I can tell I’m in shit again. “What now?”
“Pick that up,” she orders.
“What? The cigarette bud?”
“Yes. Pick it up, I hate littering.”
I grin playfully. "Darlin', it's called job creation."
When I could see she would not budge, we walk hand in hand, and I pick up my cigarette bud and throw it in a nearby trashcan.
“Not so hard, was it?”
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” I say, “makes me want to kiss you again.”
We arrive back at the dome, and Amanda climbs off my bike. She stands and gives me a warm smile. I push her back against the bike, my arms placed at her side. “When do I see you again?”
Amanda nibbles on her bottom lip seductively in response.
Unable to control myself any longer, I place my hand against her inner thigh, working my way up until I slip my business card against the waistband of her skirt. I brush up against her pussy and feel the excitement seeping out of the silky fabric of her panties.
Amanda glances down at the white card sticking out of her skirt and grins. I try speaking again, but she places a finger against my lips, teasing me as she leans in and meets my lips with a kiss. But with her finger blocking her lips, she leaves me longing, no; she leaves me craving for those lips.
She sneaks me a playful wink as she walks away. I stand there, like a desperate puppy watching his bone being taken away.
Amanda flings her golden hair back as she steals a final glance at me. Everything about her oozes sex appeal. She knows she has me wrapped around her pretty little fingers. She knows my eyes are fixed on every delicious curve of her body.
She continues walking forward, glancing at me over her shoulder when my eyes widen. “Amanda! Watch ou—”
A boing sound echoes in the parking lot as Amanda walks dead into a pole. She turns, shooting me an evil glare as if it was my fault she walked into the pole before storming off.
I had never believed in love, always felt that relationships were a waste of time. But with Amanda, I don’t just want to sleep with her. I want to wake up next to her every morning; I want to worship every curvy inch of her body.
I know winning her over will not be an easy feat. But, the fruit of patience is sweet. I will wait all fucking year long to be with my queen.
Chapter Four
Amanda
I rub on the sides of my head as I make my way back into the dome. The fashion show had ended, and from the way people are talking about my designs while standing outside, sipping on overly priced cocktails and coughing on cigars, I know the show was a success.
“I’ve been looking all over for you,” a familiar voice says from behind me.
Turning around, I wrap my arms around my best friend. “Steph, you were fucking beautiful on that stage. I swear I couldn’t decide if people were clapping for my designs or the sexy babe wearing them.”
Stephanie gets all shy and coy. “Oh, stop it you. I think this calls for a celebration. We need to go out and have drinks.”
“When, now?”
"Yes, now. We're going to Sandown Blues. I think after the night we had we deserve a drink."
“Er… Yeah, okay.”
Stephanie rakes her hands through her silky black hair as we make our way to my car. She’s the image of most men’s fantasies, but don’t let those baby blue eyes fool you. She is one feisty woman that does not take shit from anyone and is not afraid to say what’s on her mind.
We have been friends since the start of high school, and if there is one person I'd move mountains for, it's my best friend.
“Babe, I need a drink so fucking bad,” Stephanie tells me as we enter my car.
We drive off to Sandown Blues, and I swallow hard, contemplating how to break the news to Stephanie, how to tell her why I wasn’t around to watch the closing of the fashion show.
“So, I kind of met someone tonight,” I start cautiously.
Stephanie slowly turns to me, her brows pulling into a frown. “What… what do you mean by you met someone?” Unable to contain my excitement any longer, my face lights up with a huge grin plastered on my face. “His name is Christian—”
“Wait, Christian Steele?” Stephanie interrupts.
"Um, I don't actually know what his surname is. That's not exactly first-date questions people normally ask. Anyway, Steph, I have no freaking idea what he was doing at the show, but somehow we clicked," I take a brief pause, before speaking again, "we even went for a drink in Paddy's of all places, and we might have had a little kiss." My voice squeaks innocently when I mention the kiss.
Stephanie holds her gaze, staring at me while muttering something under her breath, soft enough that I can’t hear her.
“What?” I ask shyly, still holding my wide grin.
“Why would you meet up with a guy during one of the most important nights of our careers?”
"Oh, we o
nly left after the interval, and my designs were showcased during the first interval, which is why I saw just how gorgeous you looked," I say, lifting my hand from the steering wheel and rubbing on Stephanie's shoulder.
Stephanie jerks her shoulders back. Her breathing has grown heavy, letting out exaggerated sighs as she takes a few moments to contemplate her response.
We spend the next few moments, driving in silence when I speak again. "You look upset?"
"What the fuck do you think, Amanda? We had a pact, and you couldn't control yourself for one fucking night!"
I look forward, my eyes wide. I have never seen Stephanie so angry, at least not towards me. All I can manage is a soft, “I’m sorry… It’s just th—”
“I think it’s best we go home,” Stephanie cuts me off, “I’m not in the mood for drinks.”
The rest of the ride is in awkward silence. I try giving another sad attempt at an apology outside Stephanie’s apartment, but she bangs the door shut before I get the chance.
I should be over the moon as I enter my apartment, but instead, I have never felt like more of a failure. Stephanie is right, we have a pact not to get with men, to focus on ourselves, and yet I couldn’t even control myself after the first guy that shows interest.
His business card is still under the waistband of my floral dress. Christian Steele, Mediatech, Social Media Management.
The card doesn’t have more information, other than his cell phone number. I close my eyes as I rip the business cards to shreds and throw away the pieces in my trashcan.
So much for that little dream.
Stephanie
“Hi,” I greet as Amanda answers on the other end of her cellphone.
“Steph, I’m so sorry. You were right, we made a deal to work on us, and I wen—”