I don’t want to scare him away by coming off as clingy or needy, but he has said a few times today that I was his. I don’t need him to advertise that I am his girlfriend, but I don’t want him with anyone else either.
Jesus. Listen to me getting ahead of myself. We just had sex and I act as if I am already planning our wedding.
After using the bathroom, he crawls back into bed and spoons me. His head is lying on my bare breasts. His tongue lavishly licks my nipple, making me instantly wet. My hand rubs over his smooth head and I feel the scratches I made with my nails. Pink raised skin covers a good portion of his scalp.
“You may want to wear a hat for a few days.” I can’t help the giggle that slips out after I say it.
“No way. I want everyone to know we are that damn good together that you claw at my head like a wild animal when I eat your pussy, baby.”
My cheeks burn crimson and he laughs.
“Wow, that’s romantic.”
“I can be romantic, Hattie Mae, but I can’t help it. You make me lose control over the things that come out of my mouth when you are near.”
“I wouldn’t change a thing about you, Zane.” I kiss the top of his head and he drifts to sleep within a few minutes. He is curled against me and I don’t want to move from this spot or lose this good feeling. Zane makes me feel beautiful, wanted, and secure.
I really need to pee though. I try to slide from under him and he grabs me, pulling me tighter against him.
“You aren’t sneaking out on me, are you?”
“Just going to the bathroom,” I assure him, and he lets me go.
After making use of his shower, I grab a t-shirt from his closet to cover myself with and go plundering in his fridge. I am starved. You can definitely tell he is a single man who lives on his own. He has a jar of mustard, a package of bologna and a case of beer. I settle for the beer. I look around Zane’s place, unable to help myself. I almost keep expecting to see panties shoved down in his couch cushions. His place is surprisingly nice and clean for a bachelor. When I used to go with Justin to his friend’s apartments, they were always gross. I couldn’t use the bathroom and I was always scared to sit on their furniture.
Zane’s guitar is propped up next to the TV, I wonder if he will play for me sometime. There isn’t much on his walls. I make my way back to the bedroom and curl back up next to him. He wraps his arm around me. His eyes pop open and he says the sweetest thing. “I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t a dream and that you are really here lying next to me.”
“I’m here, silly.” I kiss his hand and snuggle into him, pushing my ass against his naked crotch. He goes hard and begins teasing me with those torturous kisses.
“Zane…” I start to tell him to stop but his fingers trail their way from my thigh to my pussy and I forget those thoughts completely.
His hands eagerly pleasure me as I rub against him. He is growing harder by the second. Good thing he gave me the Motrin, or I wouldn’t be able to handle more. He is still spooning me from behind when he enters me once more, filling me completely with his length.
“I’m warning you now, baby, this won’t be soft and sweet, it’s going to be hard and fast.”
I love it when he talks all rough and dirty. It makes me so fucking hot and wet. His hand is steadied, clasping my shoulder as he drives me wild with his cock, sliding it in and out of my tight channel quickly.
My fingers circle my clit as he pounds into me. His teeth clamp down on my earlobe, biting me harshly but I love the way it feels.
“Like that, Zaaannneee…I am so close.”
“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he says in a deep throaty voice, making me reach my peak.
He slams into me once more and I feel his muscles jerk and spasm as he fills me with his own release.
“Looks like I am going to need another shower,” I tease.
“You mean to tell me you were naked in my shower and I missed it.”
“Yes,” I say in a sultry voice, trying to sound sexy.
“You are killing me,” he groans, smashing his face into the pillow.
“We can’t have that. I am just getting started with you.” I kiss his lips softly, relishing in his taste and the feel of his arms around me.
“Fuck, you are amazing, do you know that?”
“I try,” I tease him and try to muster up the energy to join him in the shower.
I never knew Zane could be such a sweetheart. He is so gentle with me, making sure I am comfortable and clean. After our shower, he orders out for food. I am able to talk him into pulling his guitar out and playing for me while we wait on our dinner to arrive. The evening goes smoothly. I wanted to go home and go to bed but he convinced me to spend the night with him.
My phone has probably been going off with an insane amount of text messages from Kiesha, but she will just have to wait. Zane is feeding me pizza and there is nowhere I would rather be right now.
Chapter 21
Zane
Hattie and I have settled into a nice routine over the past month. We have been spending all our free time together. She comes into Rowdy’s when she can to watch me sing and sling drinks. And on my days off, I stop by and see her on her breaks at the coffee shop she started working at. I offered to get her a job here, but she was afraid that would be putting us in each other’s faces too much.
Sienna loves giving me shit. She calls me pussy whipped and I don’t even try to deny it.
On days that I have to work the early shift at the bar, Hattie stays with me. She now willingly drinks my coffee. I thought getting into a relationship would be hard for me, but I don’t even check the women out who come into the bar anymore. Sienna told me I had better turn my flirting back on or I was going to lose tips. I can’t help it though, I only want to share my dirty thoughts with my girl. Besides, they are only of her.
Hattie has been encouraging me to pursue buying my own bar. The owners of Rowdy’s are looking to sell. I’m not quite in the position yet financially to make an offer, but with her support and pushing me, I want to succeed. Hattie makes me want things again. Things I had long given up on having. We haven’t put a label on our relationship, but everyone around here knows we are together. Most are happy for us, while some others have been pretty vocal on how they aren’t thrilled about it.
Lucas had the nerve to tell Hattie she was making the worst mistake of her life. He was drunk but it still pissed me off. I let it go, but I don’t care for the way he stares at her. Today, Cassie is giving me shit. We hooked up once in the damn bathroom. She was a meaningless fuck. I don’t know what her problem is. She knew how I was when she hooked up with me. She didn’t have a problem until she walked in on Hattie and me in the storage room last week. Ever since then she has had a chip on her shoulder.
She has been giving me the wrong orders all day. I have had to remake three drinks in the past hour. I told Sienna she had better do something about her or I will. The next drink order she puts in wrong…it will come out of her tips. Maybe I should hook her and Lucas up so they can leave my girl and me alone.
Here she comes now, my girl. She struts over to me dressed in a thin-strapped cream-colored dress with pink roses embroidered on it. I should take her into the back right now to hike her dress up and fuck her senseless. That will have to wait until later though. I am taking her to the drive-in movies after my shift ends. She has her hair down in loose curls. I think she is trying to hide that hickey I put on her last night.
Her lips brush over mine softly. I pull her in for a hug. She latches her arms around me and whispers in my ear how much she has missed me today.
Cassie comes over to the end of the bar where we are and slams her tray down hard on the bar. “The fuck is your problem,” I snap harshly at her. She rolls her eyes and storms off.
“What’s with her?” Hattie asks Sienna. She only shrugs and goes back to the rowdy crowd at the other end of the bar. “What movie is playing tonight?”
“Some
thing old, black and white and extremely romantic.” I kiss her nose and get back to work before Sienna throws a liquor bottle at me. She just got slammed with another group of customers.
Hattie takes a seat on my end of the bar and people watches the customers. She is definitely one of us now. She gets caught up in the day to day gossip just like the rest of us.
Kiesha comes in and joins my woman. I fix them both their usual pitcher of Lemon Drop. When they get together to drink, it is better to just give them a pitcher. “Don’t get too wild on me, we still have a movie date,” I tease her.
“Don’t worry, Zane. I am sure you’ll get laid tonight either way since the two of you can’t seem to keep your hands off one another. It is quite disgusting and cute.” She sticks her tongue out when Hattie play smacks her shoulder.
I’m glad they made up. When Hattie and I first got together there was some tension between them. Hattie never told me what it was over but if I had to guess, I’d say it had something to do with my dick of a brother, Lucas.
I leave them to get a buzz and get back to serving the happy hour crowd. I should have left thirty minutes ago but my replacement is late, and I wouldn’t feel right about leaving Sienna with this much of a crowd. I know I shouldn’t feel jealous when I see Lucas and a few of his buddies circling around Hattie and Kiesha like vultures but I do. Not because I think Hattie would do anything but because he wants what is mine. I don’t know why the guy can’t get it through his fat skull that she doesn’t want him. He is always trying to hang around her. He shows up at the coffee shop she works at all the damn time like a loser stalker.
I see Hattie tense and flinch, shrinking away when he leans in close to her, trying to whisper something in her ear. Her face pales as she gives me a strange look and shakes her head at what he is saying. Kiesha gives me an odd look as well. What in the fuck did he just say to her?
Cassie comes behind the bar and wraps her arms around me, trying to hug me. I shove her away. “What are you doing?”
I see Hattie storming towards the bathroom with tears in her eyes. Kiesha is following close behind her. Lucas looks at Cassie and me and laughs as him and his friends go over and grab a table. Cassie doesn’t answer me, and she goes over to take their order. I am fuming and livid. I need to find out what in the hell that fucker did, but I can’t leave Sienna on her own with this many drink orders coming in. I dig in and get as many drink orders as I can filled quickly. Cassie avoids me, giving her orders to Sienna instead. Suits me just fine, I don’t want to serve that dicklick and his friends.
My replacement finally shows up. Hattie still hasn’t emerged from the bathroom. It must be something bad, if she is this upset. I don’t even bother to count my drawer out. I go straight to the women’s room to see what has her so upset.
I knock on the door softly and Kiesha pokes her head out. When she sees that it is me, she steps aside and leaves me in the bathroom alone with Hattie. “Wanna tell me why you are in the bathroom crying?”
“Were you going to tell me?”
“Tell you what?” I ask confused as she blows her nose.
“About Cassie,” she says as though I should know what in the hell that means.
“You already know that I have slept with her, what more is there to say. She has nothing to do with us.” I go to hug her, and she takes a step back from me.
“What the fuck, baby? I haven’t done anything wrong. Maybe you should try talking to me and asking about whatever it is you are assuming about me.” I start pacing, getting pissed. Lucas, that fucker tells her something and she immediately believes him and jumps to conclusions without even asking me. I won’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me. I know Hattie has trust issues, but I haven’t given her any reason to doubt me in the least. “You gotta give me something here.”
“I know you fucked her but when were you going to tell me that she’s pregnant with your baby?” her words strike me like a punch to the face. My neck snaps back and my throat burns.
“Are you seriously asking me this? Cassie hasn’t breathed a word to me and I didn’t even get off when we fucked. Have I done anything to make you question the way I feel about you? You’ve ruined me for anyone else, Hattie. I’ve been drunk on you since the moment you first drove through Wild Horse Acres. That first day when your eyes locked with mine—I knew then my life was about to change. I just wasn’t sure how. I fucking love you.” Shit, did I say that last part aloud.
“You love me,” she says, taking a step toward me.
“Yeah, Hattie, I do. So are you going to believe the word of an asshole who wants in your pants or are you going to trust me when I say that I love you and I would never hurt you? I’m not Justin. I wouldn’t do that to you. If there was a chance in hell that Cassie could be pregnant with my child, I’d do the right thing and be a man and own that shit, but I wore a condom with her and I swear I couldn’t get off because she wasn’t you. All I could think about when I was with her was how she’d never be you.”
“I’m sorry, Zane. I guess it’s still hard for me to trust someone.” I wrap my arms around her and hug her. She leans up and kisses me, apologizing again.
“Come on.” I lead her back out to the bar and she takes her seat back at the counter. I apologize to Sienna and count my drawer out. Cassie is staring a hole though Hattie. Whatever this shit is…it ends right now.
I grab my girl by the hand and take her over to Cassie and I yell for Lucas to join us. Cassie looks uncomfortable and Lucas loses the smug look on his face when he sees that Hattie is holding my hand.
“I don’t know what in the hell the two of you got against Hattie and me, but she’s my girl. Cassie, we fucked once, it was months ago, and it wasn’t even that great. I couldn’t even get off. The whole time I was with you, I was picturing Hattie in my mind because she had just turned me down. If you are pregnant, I have to break it to you, it isn’t by me. If I thought there was a chance I’d step up, but it didn’t happen. Lucas, Hattie wouldn’t have you even if she wasn’t with me, get over it. The next time the two of you decide to gang up and make up shit about me, I won’t be so understanding. Maybe the two of you should fuck, I don’t know, but you are done interfering with our lives. You’re supposed to be my brother, man.” I shake my head. He’s fucking pathetic.
I don’t wait for either of them to say anything. I leave the bar with my woman. I promised her a movie and I intend to keep good on my word. We have a good thing going and I want to keep it that way.
They can fuck right off.
Chapter 22
Hattie Mae
Zane has been trying so hard to show me that I can count on him and that he will never hurt me. I have to say he has been an amazing boyfriend so far. He doesn’t even flirt with the women who come into the bar when he is working. I told him I would understand if he did, that is how he earns better tips. He told me it didn’t matter and that he wants people to respect our relationship. He said if he was flirting with other women it would only open the door to trouble and I guess he is right.
I think about the shit Lucas and Cassie pulled… and how I reacted, automatically thinking the worst of him. That wasn’t very fair of me, especially when he has been making such an effort to treat me so good. I guess it was a combination of the alcohol and my own insecurity that made me consider the lie Lucas had told. It didn’t help that right when he told me, I looked up and saw Cassie wrapping her arms around my man, embracing him. I really felt stupid when Zane told me how he loved me. I know from here on out he has my trust. It won’t always be easy, but he never promised that it would be.
Kiesha sent me a text that said Lucas thinks she fucked Zane and that is why he has been hellbent on coming between us. It makes sense. I simply hope Lucas can get his head out of his ass and make things right between him and Zane. They shouldn’t hate each other so much.
I lay back between his legs in the back of his truck with his arms wrapped around me. He kisses the top of my hair and I hear him
inhale deeply.
“Did you just sniff my hair?” I twist around to face him.
“Just watch the movie, baby,” he orders me.
“You totally sniffed my hair. Zane, if I didn’t know better I would say you are in love with me.” Not giving him a chance to respond, I claim his mouth, sucking on his bottom lip seductively. I look around and there aren’t very many cars here, considering it is a Thursday night, it is slow. “Have you ever, ya know…in the back of your truck?” I smile sweetly at him as I feel him harden at my words.
“You are killing me, and no I haven’t,” he answers, breathing much harder than he was moments ago.
“Do you want to?” I straddle his lap and start kissing the side of his neck.
“Are you trying to get us arrested for public indecency?”
“No, I am trying to get you to fuck me, right here right now?” I grind down on him as he runs his hands up my exposed thighs.
“Are you drunk?” he chuckles as I slip the straps of my dress down.
“Only on my need of you. I’m horny and I want you to take that hard cock of yours and fuck me now.”
He sees that I’m not wearing a bra and he growls in response. His mouth clamps down on my exposed breast, sucking on my hardened nipple. Reaching down between us, I flick the button on his jeans open and ease his zipper down. I free him through the opening in his boxer briefs and scoot closer to him. I am dying to have him inside of me. I rock against his hard-on.
“Your panties are soaked,” he says into my ear as my chest smashes against his. He hooks my panties to the side with his finger and guides his cock inside. I nearly scream aloud, he feels so damn good. He clamps his hand down over my mouth to keep me quiet. I grind down on him, rocking and rolling my hips slowly.
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