I pulled up in front of the bank and parked. Initially I thought I shouldn’t take too much. I didn’t want to raise suspicion. But I quickly came to my senses.
First, I withdrew the maximum allowed for cash advances from each of my eight credit cards.
Next, I put in my debit card and my stomach sank when an alert popped up and I was informed I could only withdraw five hundred dollars from the checking and savings accounts. I took what I could get and looked around nervously as I shoved fifteen-thousand dollars in my purse and cautiously walked back to my car. It was a lot of money to be carrying around with me, but it was not a lot of money to start a new life with.
Matt would have called it stealing, and I know what it looks like. I’m too good to be married to him but I’m not too good for his money.
But that’s really not fair. That money was half mine, even if Matt was the one who brought it in. I helped him start his business, I stood by his side while he rose to the top, and fifteen thousand dollars was a pittance compared to what he had. He had our house, our savings, the business, the vehicles, apart from my Lexus. Maybe one day all that would get sorted by a bunch of expensive divorce lawyers, but for now, fifteen grand was what I could get, and that was what I was taking. Every penny.
As if I wasn’t already feeling anxious enough, the second I turned my car off in front of the brewery, my stomach sank even deeper. Whatever confidence I’d had when I left the motel vanished as I looked inside the brightly lit windows of the bar. It was full of people having a good time. Everyone seemed to know each other. And I was struck with the realization that never in my life had I gone out for a meal on my own.
I’d always been with Matt, and if it wasn’t Matt, it was the girls at the country club.
Never alone.
Not in high school, not when I was single, not as a married woman. Never.
In fact, I was one of those people who watched people dining alone with curiosity. The girls and I would smirk and judge them for being on their own. At least if it was a woman.
No friends?
No man?
How pathetic.
I felt guilty now for ever having been so shallow.
Even at the time, I knew it was wrong. And deep inside, I’d always been envious of their courage, their freedom, their independence. It took a certain confidence for a woman to sit in a restaurant alone and I’d admired it.
I took a deep breath, pulled my shoulders back and walked in the brewery. It was busier than I expected for so late on a weekday night. Everyone seemed to be talking to each other, I was clearly in the local’s spot. All the tables were full, so I reluctantly grabbed a seat at the bar. I hooked my purse under the counter and wedged it between my legs to keep the money safe.
Fifteen grand, under the bar of some brewery I’d never been to before. What was I thinking?
I glanced up, and what I saw made me feel like I just had the wind knocked out of me.
A large, manly hand gripped the beer tap and my jaw dropped as my eyes slowly followed up the arm.
It was smooth, perfectly tanned, perfectly toned, and lead to the shoulders and face of quite possibly the sexiest man I’d ever seen in my entire life.
Let’s just say, this bartender was HOT.
There was no other way to describe him.
He wasn’t even my type.
He was a total surfer dude, but My God, what a surfer dude.
He smiled, put a menu in front of me, and asked what I’d like to drink. Caught in a state of complete and utter awe, I was dumbstruck. I tried to look as cool as possible as my cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs, knocking my purse off its hook.
“Eh,” I stammered, getting off my stool to pick up the purse, “eh.”
“Eh?”
“Eh, I’ll have a beer,” I blurted out.
“You’ll have to be a little more specific than that, we’ve got over sixty beers on tap,” he chuckled.
Sixty! Goodness. How was I ever going to get through this? I don’t think I could have even spelled my own name in that moment.
“Oh, right, um, nothing too hoppy, I like a lighter beer,” I stammered, struggling to form a whole sentence.
“We have a brand new one on tap you might like,” he said. “It’s smooth as silk.”
“Smooth as silk?”
He gave me a wink and I felt my stomach do a summersault. He talked some more about the beer but truth be told, I didn’t hear a single word of it. I’d have drank gasoline if he winked at me again and said it was good.
I was looking directly at him, nodding my head in response to his words, but all I was thinking was what he’d look like without that tight black t-shirt on. It fit him so perfectly and I could see the definition of his pecs. I loved the way the short sleeves were riding up his biceps.
He stopped talking, waiting to see if I was interested in trying the new beer.
“Yeah, that sounds delicious, ” I said.
He left to get my drink and I looked around at my surroundings for the first time. I glanced down the counter and quickly realized my waiter wasn’t even the sexiest man in there. The bar was long and full of men that seemed to get sexier and sexier. I was in shock. I had stumbled upon some sort of sexy man heaven.
I was finally beginning to realize I’d been selling myself short all these years, letting myself stay cooped up in Matt’s house, waiting for him to come home, while he was out having fun, cheating on me. The world suddenly seemed full of opportunity.
The men in this town were like nothing I’d ever seen before.
I was used to being around Matt’s stuffy, arrogant friends. They only ever wore suits or blazers and talked about nothing but money, investments, and business.
I was pretty sure these men would burst out laughing if Matt and his friends walked in and tried to act like big shots. These guys were so casual, jeans, t-shirts, some had buzz cuts, and others had long, messy beach hair. Long messy beach hair that I wanted to run my fingers through and pull on.
This was the exact opposite of the world I’d just escaped from, and I liked it.
The sexiest part about the men here, other than their perfectly toned bodies and sun kissed skin, was the way they were all joking and laughing with each other. It was so attractive, their smiles were contagious. I watched them while trying not to be obvious.
At the end of the bar sat the sexiest one of them all, but he wasn’t joining in the fun. He intrigued me and looked strangely familiar. He had messy, chin length blond hair and a short scruffy blonde beard to match. He was clearly a part of the group, but was keeping to himself. I hadn’t seen him smile once.
“Here you go, sweetie,” my bartender said as he put my beer in front of me. “Ready to order?”
I’d been so distracted by the row of surfer babes I hadn’t even opened the menu. I quickly picked it up.
“Shoot, sorry. I haven’t even looked yet.”
“No problem. I’ll give you a few more minutes,” he said and smiled.
It was a smile so dreamy it made me melt inside. A wave of goosebumps rushed over me.
I hadn’t felt this way in so long and wasn’t sure how to react. I’d been so used to being oppressed, cheated on, to feeling ugly and unwanted, and now I was surrounded by dozens of the most gorgeous men imaginable. Every desire I thought I’d lost came rushing back with a vengeance.
I had to uncross and recross my legs to control the urges that were beginning to wake up inside me.
I shook myself out of my daze and opened the menu. I couldn’t concentrate on the food. I lifted my eyes back up and focused on the quiet guy at the end of the bar.
My panties felt like they were melting from the heat between my thighs.
Jax Teller. He looked exactly like Jax from Sons of Anarchy. I knew he looked familiar. Sexy, sexy Jax. My guilty pleasure. I’d pictured that man’s face more times than I care to admit while playing with my vibrator.
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sp; What can I say? I was a bored housewife. I tick all the stereotype boxes.
CHAPTER 5
KANE
Diary Entry
I’m a master at making you cum, but what about making me cum?
All I have to do is look at you, smile slightly, give you the nod. You know what I want the second you set eyes on me. I’m not subtle.
When I look at you, I make sure you know what I’m thinking.
I make sure you know I’m undressing you with my eyes. Imagining what your tits look like underneath that shirt. Imagining what your nipples will feel like, squeezed tight between my finger and thumb. Imagining what your ass looks like without those jeans covering it, what it looks like red from being spanked hard by my hand. Imagining what your pussy looks like, wrapped tightly around my cock.
You know what I’d like to see? My cum dripping out of your pussy. Just a little. Most of it stays inside you. But just a little drips out, running down the inside of your thigh. That really makes me hard.
When I look at your mouth, I imagine you moaning. I imagine you screaming my name. I imagine you gasping for breath as you ride up and down on my hard shaft like a cowgirl at a rodeo. I imagine those lips covering every part of my body.
Just by looking at you I can tell you’re a good kisser. You’d kiss my mouth like your life depended on it. You’d press those lips against mine and take my tongue in your mouth. You’d breathe into my mouth so we’re practically sharing the same breath.
What would that mouth feel like on my neck? On my chest, teasing my nipples? On my cock?
Because you know that’s what all this is about. The moment you set eyes on me across the bar, you know that the one thing I want most in the world is for your mouth to touch my cock. I want your lips on my tip, kissing me, teasing me, toying with my head. I want you to open your lips, just a little, so your tongue can wet my tip. The moment your saliva wets my cock, I know this is for real. I know we’re going all the way.
And I know you want it. You’ve wanted it since the moment you stepped in here.
What kind of woman steps into a bar alone and doesn’t want cock? You want me right in your mouth, right in the back of your throat. You want to own my pleasure. You want to be the one and only girl who can make me feel this good.
Picture it. Picture me. I’m hard. My shaft is rigid. I’m bigger than any cock you’ve ever seen before. And I’m right in front of your face.
You reach up and grab my butt so you can pull me closer. You give me a nudge and my tip is pressed against your lips. You kiss it and pull me forward again. Again my tip touches your lips. You let it touch your cheek. You let it roll around on your face, because you know your sweet face drives me wild. It drives me wild because of how pretty you are, and because of the nasty, naughty, dirty part of my mind that’s looking at your face now and my big cock right in front of it.
You know what I’m imagining. You know exactly how to tease me. You know I want to cum on your face. What if my cum was all over those delicious lips? What if I was pouring myself all over that beautiful mouth? What if I was cumming inside her mouth?
You know that’s what I’m thinking, and you’re purposefully playing with that thought in my mind, making me imagine it. And only when I’ve already thought about pouring my entire load into your mouth, do you finally open your mouth and let me inside. Only then do you finally let my shaft slide into your wet, warm, delectable mouth.
I slide in and out, and expertly your tongue plays with the underside of my shaft. You know that’s where I’m most sensitive. You know that’s the part that will make me cum fastest. And that’s what you want. You want me to explode in your mouth before I’ve even had a chance to think about what’s going on.
You want to overwhelm me. You want to own my body, own my pleasure, own my cock. And you want to own my mind too. I know you do. I can see it in your eyes. The sly look you give me across the bar. The way you cross and recross your legs. The way you lean forward, giving me just a tiny peek at your cleavage.
Are you even wearing a bra?
Oh you naughty girl.
I want to feel your tongue sliding back and forth on my shaft faster and faster. Toying with me. Playing with my tip. Coaxing me to climax, so that when I finally explode, you know I’ll never forget this moment. I’ll never forget the feeling of orgasming in your mouth. I’ll never forget the pleasure you’re giving me right this second. The pleasure you own completely. The pleasure you control completely.
Because, by owning my pleasure, by controlling my orgasm, by making this exquisite thing happen right in your mouth, you know you own me too.
As you swallow me, you’re not just swallowing my juices. You’re making me yours. You’re making my body and soul belong to you.
And just like that, my cock is pouring it’s cum, pouring every drop, into your sweet mouth. Before I’m finished, I pull out. It’s not enough for me to feel my cum pouring into your mouth, I have to see it on your face too. I’m bad. I know it. But you knew it when you got mixed up with me.
I pull out and I cum on your pretty lips. You form the shape of a kiss with your lips and I cum right on them. The white contrasts perfectly with the red. The white of innocence, even though you’re anything but innocent, and the red of naughtiness, which is a perfect color on you.
I’m yours now. You lick my cum off your lips and swallow it, and with that simple motion, that simple swallow, I’m all yours. And you’re all mine.
CHAPTER 6
KANE
The guys were rowdier than usual. I shut the diary I was scribbling in and looked around.
They were all happy because we’d had a perfect day riding waves. The fact that we’d been at the brewery since we got off the water and were six beers in probably helped.
I sat quietly and watched them joke and laugh.
“What are you writing there, Kane?”
I didn’t answer.
I kept to myself and for the most part they respected my space. I didn’t want to be there and they all knew it.
A year earlier they’d had an intervention. They were worried about me. I was depressed, keeping to myself too much, staying in the house alone too much, drinking alone too much. They were more comfortable with me drinking with them so I agreed. It was easier than trying to argue.
Hell, as long as I got to drink, it didn’t make much difference to me where I did it.
I appreciated their concern. They were solid friends and I could count on them. I knew the value of that.
I wasn’t thrilled with the idea of going out each night, but I did it for them.
They were having such a good time they didn’t notice I was four beers ahead of them. It’s easier to drink when you’re not busy talking and laughing.
I watched them laugh with an empty blankness.
Truth be told, I couldn’t remember the last time I laughed. There were times that I’d smile, I’m not completely dead inside, but it had been a long time since I really laughed.
I could tell Paul, the bartender, was avoiding making eye contact with me. He was a buddy too, and I guess he was getting concerned about how many beers I’d had.
I was fine. I didn’t need him babysitting me. I’m a grown man and I know my own limits.
I kept my eye on him until we made eye contact and gestured that I was ready for another beer.
I took one last sip and as I put the glass down, I felt as though I was being watched.
I glanced up and noticed a beautiful woman sitting at the other end of the bar. She was like something out of a fantasy, curvy with ample breasts, beautiful shiny hair, and a face that made me want to walk right over and make out with her. I’d never seen her before, which was odd because usually the place is nothing but locals. I shrugged it off and pulled out my phone to check for texts.
“You know that’s number eleven, right Kane?” Paul said as he put another pint in front of me.
“Glad to see you can count higher than ten,”
I said without looking up.
I was annoyed he was keeping track. I mean, I know it’s his job and all, but I just wished he’d mind his own business. It’s not like I was causing a scene.
“Do you see that city babe at the end of the bar?” Paul said with a sly grin on his face. “She’s pretty hot.”
I glanced up to look at him, then looked to the girl at the end of the bar.
“I guess,” I said with a shrug and looked back at my phone.
“You like her?” he said.
“You take her,” I said. “We both know you’re the one she wants.”
Paul sighed. I knew what he was doing but I wasn’t in the mood.
“Kane?”
“What is it, Paul?”
“It’s been two years.”
“What’s been two years?” I said, knowing full well what he was talking about.
“Jesus, Kane. I’m just saying, maybe you should consider dating again. That girl’s been looking your way all night.”
Now he was annoying me. It was one thing to watch my drinking, but he had no right to tell me how to live my life. Sure, the chick was hot, but it didn’t matter.
I ignored him and looked up the forecast for tomorrow’s waves.
He got the hint and walked away to take the woman’s food order.
My phone beeped and I looked at the text. It was Steph. Reliable, dependable Steph. We’d known each other since we were kids, practically grew up together, and had started fucking when I was in the depths of my depression. She was a good girl, but always fell for the wrong guy. It was late but Steph was offering to come over when I was done at the brewery. She was the one person I still let into my place. She was the one person I let my guard down around.
I sighed and looked around. The woman at the end of the bar was placing her order with Paul and I watched as she spoke to him. She really was stunning. The kind of girl who could make your cock twitch with a single glance.
At that moment she glanced my way, and sure enough, the second our eyes locked, my cock twitched and stiffened. God, how good would it feel to sink it into her and let her have it.
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