Before I knew it, it was another packed Saturday night at the bar. Flynn and Melanie came in and sat down. I served them their drinks.
“So…” Melanie started, “are you excited about tomorrow?” I looked at her confused. “What do you mean? What’s tomorrow?”
Flynn started laughing. “It’s the block party.”
I was still confused why I’d be so excited. “Umm, I guess, what do you mean?”
Melanie looked shocked and sang, “Helloooo!” She gave me a quizzical look not understanding why I wasn’t getting it. “You’re going to meet his family.”
I hadn’t thought of it that way. “Well, before I was going as his friend’s roommate...”
Melanie interrupted my thought process, “Yeah and now you’re going as his new girlfriend.” I swallowed hard and looked away. Shit. I didn’t think of it that way, although it should have been obvious.
Flynn waved me off, seeing my nervous expression. “Don’t worry about it. His parents are awesome. His brother will love you too.” I started to become more nervous. I forgot about his brother.
“Miss!” I heard someone calling. I walked over to a guy and a woman standing behind him. “Can I get a Michelob and a martini for my girl here?”
“Sure.” I turned and grabbed his beer and started making her martini. I looked up and watched Z hug some guy excitedly. Z was smiling huge and I was trying to figure out who the guy might be. He looked oddly familiar. He was slightly taller than Z. I turned and served my customer, took his money and gave him change.
Before I knew it, I was slammed with more customers. I finally looked up again and Z, that guy, Melanie, and Flynn were chatting together. Suddenly, I became really nervous as I realized ‘that guy’ had to be Z’s brother, Matt. I turned and ran right into Mark, spilling the Sex on the Beach I just made all over me. “Shit,” I exclaimed.
Mark started laughing. “You okay? You seem a bit nervous.” He leaned in closer. “Don’t worry. Matt won’t kill you; he’ll just try to mess with you.”
I looked up at him surprised. “What?”
Laughing, Mark patted my back. “Go run to the back and get a new top.” I just stood there looking at him wondering what he meant by that comment. “Go change. We’re slammed out here,” he said still laughing.
I ran and grabbed a new top from Z’s office and went to the bathroom. I glared at my makeup and how horrible it looked. There was a reason I didn’t wear much, this was it. I tried my best to fix it, but noticed the bathroom was jammed with women, so I knew it was even worse out at the bar. I gave up on my makeup and ran back behind the bar.
Z called me down to where they were seated at the bar. “Izzy, this is my big brother Matt. Matt, this is Izzy.” He smiled proudly, clapping Matt’s back as he introduced us.
I was so nervous; I wiped my hand on my bar towel and held it out to shake his hand. He grabbed it, leaning forward across the bar and pulled me close, giving me a sensual kiss on my cheek, uncomfortably close to my mouth.
His sexy, husky voice gave me shivers as he whispered in my ear, “It’s great to finally meet you Izzy. I’ve heard a shitload about you. My brother did not do you justice when he described you.” As he pulled back slightly, his eyes grazed over my body, especially over my chest. “You are gorgeous.” He sat back down, eyeing me again.
I stood there looking dazed while Melanie and the rest of the guys laughed. I smiled meekly as I shook off my shock. I realized this is just how his brother is and being that they all knew it, I figured I would tease back, hoping to shake off the weirdness that I felt just occurred.
“It’s great to meet you too. You seem to be exactly as Z described–sleazy and creepy.” I looked at Z and winked, hoping he wouldn’t take me seriously.
Matt clapped his hands. “Ha! Sexy and feisty!” He licked his lips and his eyes grazed my body again. “Nice.” Thrown off by his eye-grazing, I was thankful to hear “Miss” and turned to serve more customers. They were still laughing when I left and started talking about tomorrow’s block party.
Because it was a packed night, I really wasn’t able to chat too much with the gang. I still ran down to serve them drinks, but the bar was so slammed. I kept glancing down and there were a ton of girls surrounding all of them. Melanie didn’t seem too happy about it, but Matt was thrilled and went dancing several times. Z danced with a couple, but I tried not to get upset because I assumed he did that so he could still chat with his big brother.
We started closing up and Clark came running in. “Matt! I sent several hot ones in for you,” he yelled. Ah…and now it made sense why they were always surrounded. Although, they were all really good looking guys so I could imagine that happening without Clark’s help.
Matt started laughing. “I knew it! You are awesome man,” he said high fiving Clark.
“Did you see the smoking brunette in the black tank dress? Fuck, she was hot. I told her to see you and Z at the bar.” He made boob gestures when he said “smoking brunette.” I continued to clean some glasses, chuckling at Clark and his ambitious ‘matchmaking.’
Mark and Sandy said their good-byes and headed out. I ran to the back to the office to grab my purse, came back and threw it on the bar. Z said goodnight to everyone, but the gang stayed at the bar, still drinking. Z was eyeing me after looking up from his phone. I smiled sweetly at him as I heard my cell phone chime a text. I opened my purse and saw a text from Z.
Z: Are you mad at me for dancing with those chicks? X.
I rolled my eyes laughing and looked up at him. He winked at me.
Me: As long as you’re not mad at me for the comment about your brother. X
Z: You are so fucking hot. If everyone would leave, I would lay you down on the bar and take you right now. X
I flushed and looked up at him. He was smirking, and I noticed he probably had more than just a buzz right now.
Me: Promises, promises. X
I turned and grabbed a beer since everyone else was still drinking. I winked at Z as I took a long drink.
Clark screamed out, “Matt, you’ve got to watch Iz play pool.” I swallowed hard. What if I was too nervous to play like I usually do? Nah, I tried to tell myself that I could do this no problem. I took another long drink.
“Yeah, Izzy. I told Matt all about hustling those guys the other night.” Z chimed in, excited.
Melanie laughed and added in, “That’s nothing. She’s hustled guys before that wanted to beat her up. Well, actually a couple wanted to get their money back in other ways.” I gave her my ‘shut up’ look, but it failed because she was obviously drunk. “Remember that one guy that followed you home trying to get his money back a different way and Brad had to beat his ass?”
Thankfully, Flynn interrupted her, “Come on Iz.”
“Alright,” I said holding up my beer, glad to walk away from Melanie telling anymore of that story. “Who am I playing?”
Z laughed. “Matt, of course. He needs the full experience.”
Matt laughed and put his arm around my waist pulling me tight and whispered, “Yeah, Iz, I need the full experience.” His voice was husky and breathy. My face fell and I became really uncomfortable. Did Z not hear that? Is this how his brother is? They’re not into sharing or something weird like that, are they? He kept his arm around me the entire time we all walked over to the pool tables.
I glanced over at Z. He winked at me, smiling big. Maybe he doesn’t know how his big brother acts. I wondered if he did this to Sheila or any of Z’s other girlfriends.
I racked up the balls and handed Matt a cue stick. “You break ‘em.” Clark came running up with another beer for me. Glad he’s good for something.
“Thank you,” I smiled pleasantly at him, taking my beer.
They were all smirking like they had some inside joke I wasn’t privy to. I heard Melanie try to whisper but failed miserably, “This is going to be great.” Flynn ‘shh’d’ her. What the heck was up? I glanced over at Z and his hand was cov
ering his eyes, he was smirking and shaking his head.
Matt broke and chose stripes. He missed. It was my turn. I was nervous, to say the least. I took another long drink from my beer and set it down on the nearby table as I heard several snickers from the gang. I shook it off and lined up my shot and called it.
All of a sudden I felt a cue stick glide up along the inside of my leg. I was so shocked that my cue stick missed the ball entirely and scraped hard against the felt. I scratched. Fuck. I never scratch.
What the hell? I turned to see Matt grinning sexy, “Wow. That’s really too bad, honey. My turn.” Then he paused again and looked over at me. “I thought they said you knew how to play.” Several louder laughs came as Clark could barely contain his laughter.
I turned and finally realized this was some type of messed up initiation. Screw them. I took another swig and watched Matt miss, probably on purpose so he could have another shot at me.
I flicked my hair, licked my lips and gave him a sexy pout. “Oh, poor baby. My turn.” I bent over shoving my ass out, looking right at Z, called my shot and made it just as I felt a cue stick linger on the inside of my calf.
Z smiled at me and winked. I walked to the opposite side facing Z and bent over to give him a good show, looked him in the eye again, calling my shot and nailed it in the corner pocket. This continued, and on the last one, I made sure to bend over shoving my ass to Z and took my shot. I looked back and Z was grinning ear-to-ear, biting his bottom lip while staring at my ass. I turned, sauntered over to him, placing my hand on his chest. “Did I pass?” I asked as sweetly as possible.
He laughed, gave me a kiss and whispered, “with flying fucking colors.”
The gang erupted into laughter and clapped. Matt came over and hugged me. “Aww, you’re awesome, Iz! You now have my blessing.”
I smacked his arm. “Well, thanks.” I shook my head while laughing.
He turned and asked, “Who else wants to play?” Mel and Flynn said they’d play Matt and Clark.
I squeezed in between Z’s thighs and hugged him tightly. He kissed me hungrily. His eyes were bloodshot from drinking too much. It reminded me of the night of our first kiss, not that he remembered much of it.
After a couple games, we decided to head back to the townhouse. There was no way Matt or Z could drive.
We walked in and it was obvious Matt had done this before as I watched him crash on the couch.
I realized this was the first time Z was staying overnight here in my bed. Actually, it was my first time sleeping back here all week.
Z walked up to my bed and fell on it. I went to the bathroom to wash up and brush my teeth. I came back and he was passed out. I changed into my tank and shorts and stared at my passed out boyfriend. He was so adorable, just like that first night he kissed me. I took off his shoes, socks and struggled with taking off his jeans, but managed. I snuggled in next to him, feeling the warmth of his body, then fell asleep hugging him tightly.
I woke to sweet kisses on my neck and his hard length rubbing against my leg. I giggled and turned into his mouth. Our kiss deepened, heated with longing. His hand ran along my body, cupping my breast. He lingered, hovering his palm above my taut nipple under my tank top. Peeling my shirt down a sweet pull ran through me as he pinched my bud.
“Mmm,” I moaned as his lips ran along my neck. He ran his hands down in between my thighs leaving a wake of need in along its trail.
“Iz, you’re so wet for me,” he whispered with a sexy husky voice. I kissed him again deeper and reached down to stroke his length. I couldn’t help myself from making light of it and giggled, repeating in the same husky voice, “Z, you’re so hard for me.”
He kissed me again, smiling as he reached over to the nightstand searching for a condom. “Shit! Where are my jeans?” he asked, clearly frustrated and realized we weren’t at his house.
I smirked and reached over my side of the bed where I tossed them last night and handed him his jeans. He reached into his pocket and took one out. I looked at him wondering why he had one in his pocket. He chuckled answering my silent question. “Matt handed me one since he wasn’t getting laid last night.” Ah. Big brother comes through.
Taking it from his hands and tearing the wrapper, I rolled if over his shaft as slowly as I could manage. Hearing him groan only made me smile that I might be getting him back for teasing me last night. The moment I finished, he inhaled deep and then lunged at me, pushing me onto my back and kissed me passionately.
All teasing aside, I relaxed as his lips ran over my body, reaching my breasts. I reached my arms up over my head and let him have full control. He ran his hands along my body, cupping my breasts and I moaned with pleasure. His aligned his hardness right at my opening. He kissed me again vehemently, his tongue searching mine with a hurried desire. The moment he thrust into me, I moaned and raised my hips. Each thrust became deeper, more fevered until I was on the verge of climax.
“Please…” I begged as he increased his speed. “Please…more…please.” He thrust harder into me finally saying, “Come with me baby, I’m right there!” I let go and my body exploded with pleasure. “Ohh,” I moaned just as I felt him start to shudder as he groaned out, “Oh God, Izzy.”
We lay there, kissing and snuggling for a little while enjoying the early morning light that streamed in through the slats of the blinds.
“Shit. What time is it?” He asked lifting his head, breaking our quiet cuddle. I glanced over at my clock that read eight fifty-six. He followed my glance. “Shit. We need to get going.”
“What time does the party start?” I asked as he sat up. I watched him take the condom off, wrapping it in a tissue and throwing it in my wastebasket.
“Noon, but I’m the liquor committee. I need to get a bunch of liquor and beer over there and help set up,” he said as he put on his jeans.
I watched him pull them up quickly and as he buttoned, my eyes lingered on his tight abs. I started thinking about another round but knew we didn’t have time. He smirked at me following my gaze. “Sorry, we need to get going and I only had one condom,” he teased with a head tilt and gave me a quick kiss.
“Okay,” I said with a disappointed pout. “I’ll go jump in the shower real quick then.” I grabbed my robe and the clothes I had already set out to wear for the party.
We both headed to the door together and he gave me another kiss. “I’ll meet you downstairs. We’ll load up the truck and then head to my house so I can grab a quick shower too.” He gave me a quick pat on my butt as I headed to the bathroom.
I jumped in the shower and realized I was going to meet his parents soon. At least I “passed” whatever test that was with his brother. I started to get nervous and dropped the soap about ten times in the shower, thinking about what test his parents might put me through.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Z
I CAME downstairs to Flynn and Matt drinking coffee at the island. I noticed they were smirking at me as I grabbed a cup and poured some coffee.
Matt started in immediately. “Oh please…ohh please,” he moaned bringing his voice up a couple of octaves while laughing.
Then Flynn joined in breathlessly. “Come with me baby, I’m right there!” They were laughing hysterically like a couple of idiots. I didn’t think we were that loud, at least we tried not to be. Assholes.
I snickered. “How’d you hear all that? We tried to be quiet.”
Flynn pointed toward the stairs and laughed. “That bedroom is like a fucking amplifier through the stairs. We heard you guys loud and clear.”
I laughed and shook my head. “Shit.” I turned to Matt. “Thanks for the condom.” I clapped his back, laughing.
“Anytime little brother,” he said.
“Mel still pissed about the girls last night?” I asked Flynn. I definitely noticed her getting ticked off with him last night. I was waiting for a fight, but Matt testing Izzy seemed to be a nice diversion.
“Yeah, she made a couple of
comments on our way back here last night before heading up to bed. What am I going to do? I didn’t flirt with any of them. How come Iz was okay with that? Or didn’t she see it?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know why she wasn’t pissed, but I’m glad she wasn’t. Maybe because she’s seen me dancing with other chicks before, or because she works at the bar and knows it’s just dancing? I don’t know.” Flynn just shook his head.
Clark came jogging downstairs. “Are you coming today, too?” Matt asked him.
“Nah, I’m not going. Too family-ish,” Clark answered.
“Aww come on. Sherry will be there again. She was asking Mom about you,” Matt said as he smirked.
Clark chuckled. “Yeah? Fuck, I don’t know. She was hot, but too clingy. Took me weeks to get her to stop calling me. Nah, I’ll just hang back today. Tina is still upset. I might go visit her again,” Clark said laughing.
Izzy came bouncing down the stairs. How the hell does she manage to look so hot in just jeans and a cute top? Her shirt wasn’t too revealing, but showed the amazing swell of her breasts and just a slight cleavage that was respectable. She had her hair down with long curls swaying. “You’re such a lucky son of a bitch,” Matt whispered to me while smiling. Yes, I am.
“Hey,” she said smiling to everyone while grabbing a mug and poured some coffee. She looked a bit nervous and spilled some on the counter. “Shit,” she cursed under her breath, reaching for a towel. I walked over to the fridge to get the cream for her. She turned with her mug and ran right into me spilling coffee all over me. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!”
I laughed. “It’s okay, really. What’s up with you? Are you nervous or something?” I asked rubbing my hands on her arms after I mopped up the coffee with a towel.
She set the half-empty mug down and wailed softly, “Yes, I am.” Then she threw her arm out, pointing at Clark and Flynn and grumbled, “They reminded me last night that I’m meeting your parents for the first time. I’m getting pretty nervous,” she whined shaking her head, pouting. Fuck. That’s the sweetest pout I’ve ever seen.
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