"Nice dress, Sadie. You look fantastic. If you dress like that every day to work, no wonder you make a killing. I'm guessing it’s an all-male clientele."
I looked down at myself to reevaluate my choice for the day. It was a simple shift dress in royal blue. It hit me right below the knee. Now the shoes, I might give him one for, they were 4 inch strappy camel stilettos. I love my shoes. All of it paired with simple earrings and my hair was pulled up in a clip. Nothing about my outfit was worth that reaction so I simply said, "You must like what you see a lot."
Heather looked over at me with a look that screamed what are you doing? I figured a little flirting does not hurt anyone. I glanced back over at Geoff and said, "What brings you here this morning?"
"I was hoping to take you for breakfast before you had to go in." Huh, Geoff and I have never been that close. He's always had the friend of a friend status. But in this case, what do I do? I of course lie and say I haven’t had a chance to eat yet and I would love to go.
"Great! So should I drive or?" I cut him off before he could finish.
"No, that's okay. I don't have much time before my first appointment so we can take separate cars."
"Oh, okay. So how does Waffle Hut sound?"
"Great to me. You go on ahead and get us a table. I just have to grab a couple of things and then I will be right behind you." Geoff started for the door, turned and said bye to Heather, and I told him I'd see him soon. When the door closed Heather jumped up from the couch and screamed.
"When did that start?"
I didn't have an answer for her. It was just as weird for me.
"I'm not sure. I mean, last night after Mike won, he picked me up by my ass of all things and spun me around. I’ll admit it was a little out of character for him."
"Is that why I saw Colt and him arguing?"
"Why would you assume them arguing had anything to do with me? Even though it totally did."
"I don’t know. Maybe because it seems Colt says he wants one thing but acts like he needs the other."
"I don’t have time to do this conversation. Geoff is waiting. But the bitch part about all of this is I don't have time to talk to you. Are you going to be okay?"
"Always." It is what we say in the event something terrible happens. Because unless you are dead, you always have to get through it.
"Alright girl, well I will call you later today. Try to have a good day. Love ya."
I pulled into the parking lot and Geoff was waiting, leaning on his car. So much for him getting a table. I got out and walked over to him wondering if maybe the restaurant is on a wait. He just stands there and says, "You are a sight for sore eyes, Sadie."
I fought to not roll my eyes. Was that really the line he chose to run with?
"Well, um, thanks." It is the best that I could do.
"So, you ready to go in?"
"Yeah, sure. I thought you were going to get a table already?"
"And miss that grand entrance. No way. I knew there would be a chance when you got out of your car that I'd be able to get a great leg shot. What I didn't expect was the view I got instead." He wiggled his eyebrows up and down. What was he talking about? And then it dawned on me. A panty shot, really?
"And I've got to say, what I wouldn’t do to get those lace beauties off." Sick!
"Uh, Geoff, seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? If this is how you go about trying to get a girl’s attention, you have it, but it’s not the outcome you were going for, I promise. Never, will I let you get within three feet of my panties."
I turned to start walking back to my car when he said, "Oh, I see. Colt can fuck a girl right before you have it out with him and he still gets to play. But I try to at least buy you a meal first, and I’m the asshole."
I spun around so fast I could have sworn I saw him flinch.
"Are you fucking kidding me? This is about Colt. I'm not something you can piss on to mark your territory. Whatever is going on between you two, I'm not part of it. Grow the fuck up, Geoff."
I got in my car and drove like a bat out of hell away from Waffle Hut or anything else pertaining to Geoff.
CHAPTER 7
After a tiring day of work, I was sweeping up the hair and ready to go home. I totaled up my earnings, grabbed my purse and was out the door. Just as I was starting my car, my phone went off. I reached in my purse to grab it when I got a glance at the screen. I hate my body for reacting at the mere sight of his name. I answered it with the most generic hello possible.
"Hey there, beautiful, what's your plans for the evening?"
"Well, I am just now leaving work. Don't you have to be up at the bar tonight?"
"No, I've got Shawn to cover it."
Shawn was the assistant manager at ‘51’. He and Colt tried to split up the shifts allowing each of them somewhat of a life.
“Oh, then I guess I'm not sure. I was planning on just going home. Why, you up for something?"
"Those few weeks I didn't get to see you killed me. I wasn't lying when I said you were special, Sadie. Of course I'm up for anything, as long as I get to see you."
"Well, I don't think you could have talked me into it any better. What were you thinking?"
"I'm not trying to sound redundant but I wasn't even sure I would be able to talk you into doing anything. I must have more game than I thought."
"Ha-ha, funny guy. Well, do we want to go somewhere or just hang out at one of our houses?"
"It depends on you. Are you tired or do you want to go get a drink somewhere?"
"Did you forget I'm a little limited on the places I can drink?"
"Oh, that's right. Well, there is always the alley?"
As tired as I was, the possibility of spending time with Colt gave me a second wind.
"I could do that."
"Then it’s a date. See ya in a few?”
"Sure thing"
It was strange walking into the bowling alley on any other night than Monday. The place was packed. I guess I always thought they didn't bring in much business, but it seems Mondays are just reserved for bar ‘51’. I walked up to the counter where you rent shoes and had arms wrapping around my waist immediately. He put his face in the crook of my exposed neck and inhaled a breath.
"God, woman, you always smell delicious"
I turned around.
"Good to see you too."
“I've already got your shoes and some drinks ready to go over there. Follow me. "
He grabbed my hand and led me down to the lane that would be ours for the night. As we got closer I saw the bowling ball I always use sitting on the rack. It was the lightest ball the alley had. You know the ones made for kids where your fingers were too big to really get them in the holes? I always used this one because after a few drinks the balls seemed to get heavier and heavier. This little bad boy could carry me through the night with no problem. What amazed me was he remembered.
"You found my ball?"
"Of course I did, beautiful. What else could you use?"
I glanced over at the drinks waiting for us to consume. Clear liquid sat in shot glasses and 2 beers sat beside them.
"What's in the shot glasses?"
"Rumplemintz"
"And that is?"
"Good!" he said with a wink.
"Okay old man, are you ready to be put to shame?"
"Just for the old man comment, you’re doing two to my one."
"Bring it on."
I picked up the shot and downed it in one swallow. Wow. It tastes like scope mouthwash. Colt took his after me. When he finished, he just smiled a huge ass smile.
"Grab the other one. Did you think I was kidding about your two to my one? Think not, child."
I picked up the second shot and downed it easier than the first. This might be my new drink of choice. I put the glass down and took a long pull from my bottle of beer.
"Are we going to play or what?"
Colt just looked at me, a look that lasted a little longer than norm
al. Then shaking his head, he turned and programmed our names into the machine.
We played I don’t know how many games before I realized that the second our drinks were empty, another round was waiting. I was officially shit faced.
I got up when it was my turn and attempted to walk up to get my ball. My equilibrium was so off from the alcohol that I started to fall, but Colt was right there to catch me. His hands came out, grabbing me by my waist and pulled me in close to him. So close that when I looked up, his eyes were boring into mine. I knew what I wanted him to do but I was letting him take the lead on this one. This friend’s zone seemed to be expanding by leaps and bounds. He backed away as if he was trying to control himself. A small whimper expelled from my body. I sure hoped he did not hear it. I did not do it on purpose. I just couldn’t get that close in proximity to him and not feel something. He settled me back to a standing position, making sure I was okay, before he let go. I did the stupidest thing a person could do at that point which was say, "Let’s do another shot!"
"Are you sure you want to go there?"
Why would he question me like that? It was the norm for us to get shitty drunk.
"Yup, that is, if you think you can handle it?'
"Oh, don't test me, child. For that, we are doing Alabama slammers!"
Oh shit! If you have never had one of these; it is amaretto, almond liqueur, southern comfort, slow gin, orange juice and sweet and sour mix. In other words, a knock you flat on your ass shot! What do I do? Well, what do you think I did?
"Bring it on, old man."
And that's exactly what he did. Three shots per person were carried over by a tray. I looked over at him and it was as if I was taking him in for the first time tonight. Colton Jennings was not a man that had to work hard at looking good. He had on a black long sleeve tee shirt that just fit to his body perfectly. And jeans that hung low on his waist, exposing that low ‘V’ that we all love on a man. His hair had a little gel in it, but it was all he needed to become the sex God I knew he was. He caught me checking him out and just laughed.
“You ready?" he said as he raised a glass.
“Always." I walked over and picked one up. We counted off. One, two, and before we got to three, mine was gone.
Colt took big sips, but sips none the less, from his glass.
"Are you kidding me? Take the shot Colt!"
"I am. I just can't down it like you do. And by the way, quit. You’re making me look like a pansy ass."
"No sweetheart, you’re doing that one all by yourself."
We laughed and laughed. We eventually finished the tray of shots and by that point, I was spent. He wasn't doing so well himself. I was sitting in the chair, taking my shoes off to return to the checkout station, when I heard him clear his throat. From my peripheral view I thought I saw him adjust his crotch. What was that about? I looked up and he was staring straight between my legs. Holy shit! I forgot I was wearing a dress. How could I be so stupid? But what was more stupid was what I let come out of my mouth next.
"Are you fucking kidding me! Twice, in one day, really?"
"What did you just say?"
Oh, fuck! Did I say that out loud?
I didn't want to answer. I didn't even want to lift my head.
"Look at me, Sadie. Who was looking up your dress?"
I didn't want to answer him. I knew this was not going to be good for anyone.
"Sadie, please look at me."
His voice was much closer than it was before. I looked up and he was right in front of me. He crouched down and looked up at me with sympathetic eyes.
“There’s a reason you don't want to tell me, and that's more reason for me to want to know.”
I wasn't sure how to say it. I just looked at him and started to tell him how it was an accident. How I handled it and it wouldn't be happening again. But all I got out was "Geoff" and the shit hit the fan.
"What the fuck does Geoff have to do with what we are talking about?"
He stood and started pacing.
"Colt, let me finish."
"You don't need to finish, Sadie. I told that mother fucker to stay away from you. I think I made it very clear where I stood with him fucking with you. I'm going to fucking kill him. I'm going to…"
I cut him off the only way I knew how. I grabbed him and kissed the living shit out of him. At first, he didn’t react. I don’t think he was done processing the whole Geoff thing, but he caught on soon enough. He grabbed me by the back of my neck and plunged his tongue into my mouth. This was not the kind of kiss where they nibble on your bottom lip and ask for entry. This was a kiss for claiming. I was so lost in what we were doing that I forgot where we were. Colt didn’t seem to care and kept going. His hands slid down my shoulders and then further down to my hips. They grazed the top of my thong through my dress and then he growled. A low sounding growl, which came from his chest. He continued to slowly drop his hands as he pressed himself against me. I could feel how much he wanted me, right in the middle of the bowling alley. I pulled back suddenly, realizing we could not do this here. As drunk as I was, I was still not an exhibitionist. Colt grabbed my face again, looked me in the eyes and said, "You’re coming home with me."
CHAPTER 8
After the cab took us to his house, it was like we could not get in the door fast enough. He unlocked it and as soon as it was willing to have any give, it was slamming against the wall behind it. He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The kissing became feverish. All of a sudden he set me down, but only long enough to grab the bottom of my dress and rip it over my head. The clip in my hair went next. I shook it out and he just watched in fascination as I stood there in my black lace demi bra, matching panties and high heels. He immediately shed his shirt, kicked off his shoes and dropped his jeans to the floor. And then he attacked me again. I can’t say I was much less enthusiastic. I reached behind my back to remove my bra but he instructed me to leave it on. He kissed my neck and then licked down to my collar bone. Chills ran all over my body as he reached for the cup of my bra. Never removing his tongue from my body, he peeled it away, exposing my nipple. It was not exposed for long because soon it was in his mouth. I moaned from the pure euphoric feeling of his tongue. I just leaned back and let him devour me. Soon after, I needed more. I needed to feel him. I needed him to feel me. I needed all of him.
I think Colt could feel the change in my mood and instantly shed his boxer briefs and ripped my thong off of me. I don't know where it came from. I can only assume he grabbed it from his pants when he shed them, but all the sudden I could hear the foil rip and he was plunging inside of me. That feeling is like nothing I can describe. The best I can do is say it is like riding a wave of ecstasy. We stayed leaning against the wall in the foyer for a brief while but soon he was carrying me to the kitchen table. When that got old, we went to the couch only to roll on the floor a while later. I switched with him so I could feel him deeper. The hard wood floors were digging into my knees, but there was no way I was stopping. Nothing has ever felt like this for me. In all the relationships or hook ups that I've had, never have I felt this kind of connection. It wasn't love but true sexual compatibility. Every move I made, he countered. When I tired, he sensed it. He rolled me over, grabbed me by my ass and carried me to the bathroom. He continued to rock into me as he turned on the shower. We stepped inside only to find that it was ice cold. It didn't even register to me as a bad thing. I was so hot that it felt amazing as we continued to feel every part of each other. After I don't even know how long, Colt turned off the water and we stepped out dripping water everywhere. He carried me to his bed and lay on top of me, still moving like no man I've ever experienced. When I just couldn't take another orgasm, it was just too much for my body to endure, he plunged into me causing me to scream out his name. As ripples and ripples of muscular waves took havoc on my tired body, he let out a roar and pushed so deep, one last time.
We laid there trying to catch our breath for what seemed
like only seconds, but when I looked at the clock next to his bed, I sat straight up. It was four thirty in the morning. That is impossible. We left the alley before it closed down and that happens at one thirty. There is no way we did what we did for almost 3 hours, right?
Colt sat up, also looking at me and then the clock. Then he just busted out laughing. He laughed so hard it was contagious. We sat there until it hurt to laugh anymore.
"Can't say I've done that before."
"Well, I can say I've done it now." He smiled huge and grabbed me to pull me back down on him. I laid there in the blissful aftermath knowing that we probably should not be doing this. If distance from feelings is what he needs, cuddling was not the best idea. I rolled over a little and that gave him the room to get up and out of bed. I heard him walk into the bathroom. Water started running. All of a sudden he peeked in the doorway and said, "You want to brush your teeth?" As he was scrubbing his own.
Hallelujah! I can't think of anything I want more at this moment. I jump out of bed and follow him back to the bathroom. As I step around him I was looking for an extra toothbrush. There was not one anywhere.
"You can use mine?"
Eww! He can't be serious.
"That's disgusting, Colt"
"We just shared every bodily fluid there is, but you won't share a toothbrush with me?"
"Is there another option here?"
"Oh, quit being a baby. Use this or nothing." As he held out my only option for a clean mouth, I took it. It grossed me out but I used it anyway. Apparently I was making faces while I was trying to hurry through my brushing because he just kept laughing at me. Was there really a need to stand there and watch me? Thank God, I finished quickly. I rinsed the brush out and handed it back to him.
"Was that really all that bad?" he said still chuckling.
"Not, at all. I enjoyed every minute of you standing over me." As I said it, I elbowed him in the chest and walked past him leaving him in the bathroom. I walked back to his bedroom thinking this time he was going to follow me. Wrong.
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