I head inside and decide to start getting ready and decide I am going to go out of my comfort zone tonight. I wear a tight fitting tank top with spaghetti straps and cut off shorts with my pink cowboy boots. The shirt leaves a little skin showing on my stomach where it doesn’t quite meet my shorts. You can see the jewel of my belly button piercing hanging down. I decide to straighten my hair and actually put on make-up. Addy and I head out and get to the bar to get everything ready. All the effort I put into my looks is worth it when I turn and see Colby walking into the bar, and his eyes find me. The look of satisfaction, possessiveness, and utter lust is worth every last second I wasted. Oh tonight is going to be a good night.
Chapter 16
Colby
Holy crap! I don’t think I have ever been stunned to silence before I met Brielle, but I definitely am with one look in her direction. Her hair is flowing down her back, and the little bit of skin on her stomach is inviting me to run my fingertips and tongue over it. She is perfection, and I am powerless to do anything about it. I am pulled to her no matter what I do. I don’t want to run from it, but I still have one lingering question . . . Who is Cooper? I was to chicken shit to ask her today, I kept telling myself it was because the time never presented itself, but it was because I didn’t want the answer. Ignorance is bliss. I know she feels strongly for me; we really connected today, and I felt like she was letting down the walls surrounding her. I still need to know if she is 100% available to me.
She is smiling at Addy and glancing back and forth to me shaking her ass to the music the DJ is playing. Just as I go to make my way to her, Addy grabs her hand and pulls her up to the stage area and grabs a microphone from the DJ booth.
“Evening guys,” Addy chants out to the bar. Everyone shouts out greetings and cat-calls to the girls. Tyler is shooting all the guys in the bar death glares, and I don’t know why he bothers. Addy is completely his.
She continues, “Well, this is the opening of summer, and the memory making begins tonight. Brielle and I look forward to this all year. Just letting everyone know, my little sister graduated two nights ago and is home for good. Raise your glasses and bottles in celebration of her accomplishments, and let’s make it a good summer.” Everyone yells congratulations and cheers out to Brielle, and she is just smiling. She isn’t shy or embarrassed easily. I love that, but there is something so uniquely pure or untarnished about her that gives her a sense of vulnerability, if you pay close attention. Right then, Brielle leans to the DJ and whispers something and reaches and takes the microphone from Addy and places it down.
Tyler mumbles, “Oh great, here we go.” I swear he is sulking and excited at the same time. As I am about to ask him what he is talking about Miley Cyrus “We Can’t Stop” starts playing, and I follow Tyler’s eyes to the stage. Good Lord, I don’t think I have ever seen anything like this.
Brielle and Addy can move. I will give it to Addy, she has moves and probably out dances Brielle, but damn if Brielle isn’t the sexiest up there. Her movements are so effortless. I think my tongue just contracted to the back of my throat, and my throat is so dry, I can’t swallow. I grab Tyler’s beer and chug about half of it. Right then, Brielle drops to the floor after Addy, shaking her ass and singing the words to each other. I have never been so hard in my life, and I mean ever. She hasn’t even touched me yet.
Tyler doesn’t take his eyes off Addy. “Yeah, shit just got real around here. Luckily, everyone knows Addy is mine, and nobody goes after Brielle, but that may change now. This shit is not funny, and they do it every summer. It should seriously be banned in all fifty states.”
I start to laugh and then stop when I realize two things; first, Tyler knows the correct number of states, and second, he said it may change and guys may go after Brielle. Oh hell no! Game-time, Colby. I will win this. I know she connects to music, and I see the way she responds, like it flows through her veins. That is one more layer of Brielle I need to learn about, and I will. I just have to get an action plan together and execute it. So, I walk off to the bar to get a beer and think about this, never taking my eyes off Brielle on that stage. Damn, this is going to be challenging.
When the song and dance show finally ends, it feels like it has been years. Seriously how long is that song? She finally makes her way over to me “Hey, Colby. Enjoying yourself?”
I just look down at her. “You have no idea how much I enjoyed the show, Brielle. I am hoping for a private session later.”
She just glows when her smile breaks out on her face, like she is truly happy by my reaction. She grabs my beer and takes a deep sip, “Find me later pretty boy, and I will show you a thing or two.” Then she saunters off.
Okay Brielle, challenge accepted. After a few beers and watching her talk and hug everybody that comes up to her, I think I have my plan. She has danced to everything played, and some songs I was surprised she could dance to; not all country music can you find a beat like she does.
I go up to the DJ and tell him what I want. I can feel her eyes on me the whole time. That is the thing about tonight; even though we just had that brief interaction we have been aware of each other and each other’s movements all night. As I walk towards her, the song I requested starts, and I reach out for her hand just as Maroon 5 “Love Somebody” starts. This is a song you have to get real close to dance to, and I may have my ulterior motives, but this song just speaks to me right now. I don’t really know her that well, but I want to. I want her in a way I have never wanted anything or anyone. As the first verse starts and we wrap our bodies close and dance, the last line starts playing, and I whisper it in her ear “I’ll never be the same.” I can tell by her bodies’ response she feels this attraction. I wrap my arms tighter and put my leg in between hers and press into her, I want her to feel how she affects me.
She stares up at me, and I feel like she is looking into me, trying to read my intentions or emotions. I just stare back in her eyes, laying my soul bare to hers. “But if I fall for you I’ll never recover,” she sighs out to me.
I place my lips right below her ear and tell her, “Fall, baby I will be here.” The next thing I know her lips crash into mine, and I feel complete.
When I break the kiss I ask her, “I have to know before this goes anywhere else . . . who is Cooper?”
She pulls back and looks at me questioning what I just asked her. “I want this to go somewhere, but only if you are available 100% to me. Eventually when you are ready, Brielle, I want every piece of you.”
Her eyes close, and she takes a deep breath before looking at me. “Cooper is my best friend, and always will be. He saved me. Colby, I don’t have a lot to give you, I am not going to be enough, and I won’t recover from you, but damn it I am ready to give you everything I can.”
That is not the answer I expected, but I will go with it. “Cooper is just a friend, you sure?”
She laughs, “Positive.”
I kiss her again right in the middle of the dance floor . . . to hell with anyone. I immediately feel her tense up when I pull away from her, and she is looking over my shoulder. I turn and see some girl smirking at her.
She immediately stomps over to her, and Addy makes a beeline over there, too. “What are you doing here slutbag?” Brielle says.
The girl ignores the question. “Aren’t you going to introduce me to your dance partner?”
Brielle gets even more pissed. I have to admit the possessiveness she is showing is turning me on even more. Feisty Brielle is one I want to know more of. Brielle looks at me and back to the girl and says, “Colby, this is Facility the town whore.”
The girls face turns red. “My name is Felicity.” She looks me up and down. The way she looks at me makes my dick want to run and hide.
Brielle grins and says, “Oh, I call you Facility because you are like a public bathroom, everyone has used you once or twice.” I can’t help it; I bust out laughing, wondering where the hell this girl came from.
Addy shoots me a look. “
Don’t encourage this.” She turns to Felicity, “You know you aren’t welcome here. If you don’t leave I am not stopping Brielle from beating your ass again.”
Felicity shoots a death look at Addy, and Brielle steps forward. Felicity turns to leave, and looks at me and says, “See you around, Colby, and I am looking forward to it.”
Brielle stands there inhaling. “If you go within a ten mile radius of her, I am done. I don’t know what this is, but that is a deal breaker. She tried to kill my brother by bringing peanuts in my house, and she slept with Trey while we were dating. But the fact is, until she harmed Dustin, she was my best friend. So I am telling you Colby, stay away from her.”
I can see the pain and confusion radiating from her, and I grab her hand and whisper to her, “Promise Brielle, I won’t.” That seems to satisfy her. “As far as what “this” is, we will figure that out day to day. I am not planning on going anywhere. We go back to enjoying each other the rest of the night.
Chapter 17
July 2013
Brielle
The last three weeks have flown by. Between my coaching and practicing, Dustin’s soccer games, working with Cambree, and spending time with Colby, I can’t believe July is here. I also can’t believe Colby and I are still together. We still haven’t labeled what we are, not from his lack of trying, but he doesn’t push me. We spend every night at the bar or at my house. I have been over to his house once for movies with Addy and Tyler, and it was fun, besides the spaghetti testing theory Tyler came up with. I am sure Colby still has noodles stuck on his ceiling. I am so comfortable with Colby. He doesn’t make me feel like I am less, just the opposite. When we are together he makes me feel like I am his everything. He hasn’t pushed me to have sex, and I know he doesn’t know I am a virgin. If he has heard the rumors, he thinks I am not. That is fine. I know he wants to sleep with me; the opportunity hasn’t presented itself, not a lot of alone time. I feel like I am ready, and I can’t believe I feel like this. Each kiss, caress, or glance makes me want to jump him. I want him. No, I crave him. The only issues we seem to have is over my cheerleading. He still thinks my ankle isn’t ready, but I am calling bullshit. He just doesn’t want me getting hurt, and he doesn’t like other guys touching me, but as I have told him over and over this is something I will do, and it is starting to bother me he doesn’t understand it. He understands about my crazy life from my siblings to my home life, but he needs to understand I need this part of my life, too.
Thank goodness in just a few days Addy and I leave for our annual trip to Daytona for the NASCAR race. We have been going for three years now, and we don’t ever miss it. Dustin is going to soccer camp, and Cambree is going to the beach with Carly’s family, believe it or not they are back to being BFF. That girl makes my head spin with all her mind changing. Amelia is on standby just in case she changes her mind once again. Colby and Tyler are pouting about not going with us, but this has always been a girl trip. I really need Addy alone. I need to discuss giving up my virginity, and how I go about that, and see what is going on with her and Tyler. She has become kind of distant from him, and he isn’t over as much as he usually is, and whenever I see him he isn’t being his normal self, almost like he is preoccupied or something. They have been through six years together and a year break when they were at separate schools the last year, but I always knew they would find their way back to each other. Addy and Tyler’s relationship reminds me of my grandparents’ . . . the give and take of it.
My grandmother once told me, “Relationships are work, honey, and they aren’t 50/50. Some days when I get up I only feel like giving 10%, then your granddaddy has to give 90% that day. But there is always 100% love.” God, I miss them so much. I miss them especially now that I have this thing developing with Colby. I just want them to see me succeed in love they always told me I could, and I just didn’t believe it until now. I am not sure if I love Colby. I have nothing to base it on, but I never want the feeling I have to go away, so maybe it is love. He gets me in ways most people don’t. He doesn’t push me to tell him about my parents and my secrets. I have explained that my parents and I didn’t see eye to eye on a situation, and my grandparents stepped in when they believed their parenting was less than stellar. He didn’t ask what that situation was, and I appreciate him letting me explain at my pace.
I am finally done with practice and at home tonight by 9 PM. It is a rare occurrence that Colby wasn’t there with me, but he needed to do some business stuff with Tyler, and that is fine by me. I want a hot bath and a steamy book. As I step out of the bath and put on my sleep clothes, my phone alerts me of incoming text message. It is Colby’s ring tone, “Cowboy Take me Away” by the Dixie Chicks. Not because he is a cowboy, but because I love that song, and I always call him cowboy. He doesn’t like it, but I tell him it is better than pretty boy. He just shakes his head at me. He, like everyone else, never knows what is going to come out of my mouth. I open up my text, and it is just a link to You Tube, so I click it, and “Runnin’ Outta Moonlight” by Randy Houser starts playing. I just laugh because he has taken to sending me messages like this, he is taking a page from my book and communicating with lyrics. He knows that is easiest for me. Just then I see headlights, and I will be damned . . . he is living out this song. I run downstairs and out to his truck.
We go back by the lake on the property and just sit in his truck listening to music wrapped in each other.
“I love this part of your property.”
“Me too. I don’t let anyone go to the other side of the lake.” He just raises his eyebrows at me, and I know that is him saying, “I want to know, but at your pace.”
So I inhale deeply and fill my lungs with oxygen. “There is a small dock over on that side with a hut, and my granddad used to take me fishing. Only me. My grandmother use to come, but she stopped when she figured out it was the only time granddad and I could be open with each other. When they passed away, I had a memorial built for them, so instead of going to the cemetery I go there because I feel so close to them. I miss them so much, Colby. Sometimes it feels like they are here guiding me, and then other times I can’t feel them.”
He doesn’t respond. He only pulls me on his lap and holds me. That brings more comfort to me than any words could have. After moments pass, I look up at him and shift on his lap so I am straddling him and start to kiss him. I need the calm reassurance only his connection can bring me. I don’t even realize I am rocking on him until I hear his moan and him shifting underneath me. I feel him, and it sets me on fire. I push down as I rock back and forth over him and he grips my hips to try and stop me, so I bite his bottom lip. He grabs my hips again and pushes me down to him as he lifts up. I gasp and realize I did this. I made him feel like this. I smile down at him “I love the way you make me feel.”
He grabs my face in his hands, “Brielle, I ache for you, but our first time is not going to be in the front seat of my truck.”
“What about the bed of your truck?” I can’t believe my hormones took control like that.
“No, it will be in my bed where I have you all night. So when you get back from your girls’ trip, block out that next weekend all for us.” I just smile.
Then he pouts. Yes, a damn full-grown man is pouting. “I don’t want you to go.”
“Colby, this is mine and Addy’s time. Besides, you and Tyler are going to have guy time and not even miss me at all.” I resist asking him if he wants some cheese with that whine. I don’t think that would be appropriate when he really seems put out by being away from me.
“I doubt that. I miss you every second I am not with you.” I lean down to him and resume kissing him.
Chapter 18
Colby
The girls are leaving in the morning for Daytona, and are busy running around getting everything ready for Cambree and Dustin. We are all having pizza and movie night at their house, and I really wanted some alone time with Brielle. Her family is crazy and always around, but I love them, and I k
now she needs them. I have a few things I want to talk to her about; I want her to quit competing. Her ankle has been getting stronger, I can agree with that, but there is permanent damage, and it won’t take much for it to be ruined for life. She is so damn stubborn; I don’t get it. She is insecure about herself as a woman, but so damn secure in her skills as a cheerleader. She even questions herself in her family relationships. She may not see it, but she is the glue of this clan. Addy may be the oldest, and she can hold her own, but Brielle just takes charge and offers no apologies for it. That is what they all need, including Brielle. Also, I want to find out exactly what will be going on this weekend. I am not a jealous person by nature. I want her to have fun, but we haven’t defined what we are, and I don’t want her thinking she can explore other options. That is not happening. Tyler says he doesn’t know what goes on down there because it has always been girls only. He does seem worried about this trip. I also don’t like the fact that they are driving to Florida by themselves. I know I will catch attitude from her when I mention it, but I cannot help the need I feel to protect her.
When I get to the house, nobody is downstairs, but I hear a lot of laughing and cussing upstairs, so I head that way. Addy and Cambree are in the hallway facing off with what looks to be a hair straightener in a tug-of-war between them.
“Cambree, damn it, give me my straightener. You are going to the beach and won’t need it.”
I glance behind Addy and see Brielle and Dustin silently laughing and high fiving each other. Those two are pure vixens.
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