by M Dauphin
Three steps into my journey and a very familiar scent flows in front of me right before a very luscious, devilishly curved body in a killer black dress slams into me.
“Shit!” she squeaks and I attempt to not fall flat on my ass but fail miserably, taking us both down and bringing a chair with us. We land with a crash and the room goes silent.
“Fuuuck,” I groan in pain. She fucking squished my balls! I push her off and try to breathe out the pain and not vomit here on the floor.
“Oh God I’m so sorry,” she giggles, a hiccup escaping her. I open my eyes and glance up at her, because any girl so drunk to plow me over and be at the hiccup stage of inebriation is a girl I need to know. “Are you ok?” She asks, holding her hand out. I take it and stand, righting the chair then looking back at her. The pain between my legs is immediately calmed with one look at this woman, though another type of feeling is creeping up on me and if I’m not careful I’ll be pitching a tent right here.
“I’m fine.” Is all I can manage. Her eyes hit mine and things I’ve never felt start to course through me. Things. That’s a good fucking way to explain this. Things.
“Can I buy you a drink after that debacle?” She smiles and bites her lip and my eyes trail down to her plunging neckline and start to imagine all the things I could do to her in that dress. To find a girl like her; plowing me over, shaking it off, and then offering to buy me a drink?
“Marry me,” I murmur, making her laugh loudly and reaching out to grab my hand.
“Come on. I think I may have really hurt you with that fall. More alcohol will do the trick.” She pulls me through the crowd and I don’t have time to respond before we’re standing at the bar and she’s ordering for the both of us. I remember this girl. She’s the one from the funeral home.
Damn. The same hot chick, plowing me over twice in one day? Hell. Yes.
“Here,” she slides a shot glass over to me and clinks hers with mine before downing the clear liquid. I do the same, cringing through the burn. I slam my glass down and look at her, her brown eyes are beautifully glassy and she’s smirking at me. Holy hell this girls’ my match.
I’ve finally found my match.
“What’s your name?” I murmur, leaning in closer to her to breathe in her scent. Vanilla. And cinnamon. She smells like a goddamned cookie and I’m suddenly starving for sweets.
“Lo,” she says, leaning in to me. “This place sucks.” She whispers before backing away and smiling at someone in the crowd.
I bark out a laugh and shake my head. She’s either too drunk to realize who I am or she has no clue. Who says that to the brother of the deceased on funeral day? This girl… And I think I may love her for it. At least my drunk self loves her.
“Yea, it really does, doesn’t it?” I chuckle and look around. Half these people here only liked my brother for his money. God, I’m actually glad Paisley isn’t here to see all these ‘fake’ friends. They know nothing about the man my brother was, they only know his business sense and his money. That’s fucking it.
Well, other than the man in the corner sitting with his back to me. I’ve been avoiding him all day, but I know he’s here. Chris Manners. He’s my brother’s oldest, truest friend, and I’m not ready for those emotions yet. I respect that man as much as I respect my brother, but I also respect my privacy. A meeting like that, between brother and best friend of the fallen, is something better done in private and not at a party.
Plus, I’m certain I’ll blubber like a fucking baby at this point in my day if he tries talking to me. I was always jealous of the connection he and my brother had, but I understood and respected him immensely for it.
“You never told me your name.” Lo purrs from the bar stool next to mine, her slender fingers rest on my forearm. No ring. That’s a plus.
“Jett,” I say, smiling over at her, waiting for the realization of who I am to hit her. There’s not many people with my name so it’s only a matter of time until she realizes who I am then starts the whole ‘awww I’m so sorry for you’ charade that I don’t need right now.
Maybe I should just take her into the bathroom and fuck her brains out before she starts that shit.
“Weird name,” she blurts, making me do a double take to this gorgeous woman. Who the hell is she and can I keep her?
“Uh… yea, I guess.”
“I mean… why? Who thinks ‘that’s a good name to give my kid’?” Her laughter rings through my ears and I have to close my eyes and control myself… because I’m about to bend her over this bar and fuck her right here. I’m not certain who this chick is, and I’m not entirely certain why she’s here tonight, but I know one thing: she’s hella fun to be around and I can bet you she’s a brilliant fucking lay. If I have it my way, I’ll be finding out the second part of that later tonight.
“Apparently my parents did,” I say, chuckling.
“You’re parents are weird.” She takes a sip of the margarita she ordered for herself and looks around the bar, giving me time to admire the beauty in front of me.
The black dress, the dark curls of hair falling over her shoulder. Her fucking cleavage… sweet Jesus. She crosses her legs and clears her throat and my eyes flick back to hers.
“Like what you see?” She’s grinning and letting her finger trail down the front of her chest.
“Who the fuck wouldn’t?” I growl. She grins at me and bites her lip. Before I can ask her if she wants to get out of here, we’re interrupted by a male voice.
“And you told me I was being bad. This tops the cake, Lo,” he laughs and if I didn’t recognize it I’d have turned and punched the guys lights out. Instead, I spin in my stool and give him a curt nod.
“Hey Chris.” I’m trying not to act as drunk as I am right now in front of him, and I don’t even know why I care, but I do.
“Hey man.” He gives me that sad look that’s only reserved for funerals, then his eyes flick back to Lo. What’s his deal with this chick?
“I just got a call from work. I’m going to need to head out of here. You ready?”
I narrow my eyes at her and something pulls at my inebriated memory but I can’t place it. This interaction seems… strange. Why does this seem familiar to me? The way he looks at her, the way she rolls her eyes at him. I feel like I’ve seen this before but I’m too far gone to even try to think about figuring that out tonight. I watch the exchange between the two of them, still wondering how they’re here together, then he clasps his hand on my shoulder and nods at me.
“Well… take care of her. And yourself.” He turns his attention to Lo again and narrows his eyes at her. “I’ll see you at home tonight, Lauren.”
She gives him a wicked sexy grin and I’m so fucking confused right now I’m not sure which way is up. Maybe that last shot wasn’t the best of ideas.
“So it looks like it’s just me and you, big boy.” She croons as Chris walks off. “I hope you don’t mind me telling him you’ll take me home tonight.” She bites her lip and twirls a tendril of hair between her sexy fingers.
How can fingers be so sexy?
“I’ll get you back safely,” I promise and smile slowly at her, and even drunk I still remember I don’t have a car here but that doesn’t stop me. She laughs and finishes off her drink.
“Wanna get out of here?” She stands and her hand grazes my crotch and my fucking dick practically jumps out of my pants for more of her touch. I growl and stand, praying no one notices my erection as we walk out. I don’t bother telling any of my family goodbye, because the way her lips are coming in contact with my neck right now and the way her fingernails are digging into my forearm, all I can think about is fucking her and I’m not certain my family would appreciate the show.
Home. Must get her home.
We slam into his front door; unable to take our hands off each other since the Uber ride here. His lips won’t leave mine alone but I’m not complaining. He tastes like whiskey and is just as intoxicating. His hands fumble with the ke
ys all while trying to ravage my body through this dress. By the time we make it inside the dark house I’m so wet I can feel it between my legs. He wastes no time ripping the dress off me, literally, then grins as he holds it up in front of him. The way he’s grinning makes me feel like I’ve seen him before somewhere, but I can’t place him and I’m not going to spend too much time trying.
“Looks like you won’t be wearing this home,” he chuckles. I should care. That was expensive, but the way his hungry eyes are staring at my body right now make it all worth it.
“I’m sure I can get a free cab ride home like this,” I say spinning and shaking my ass for him. I hear him growl then I slowly bend over and slide the fabric of my thong down my legs, stepping out of it before turning back around. He’s loosened his tie and his shirt buttons are undone from me trying to get to his chest in the back seat of the car.
“Oh you won’t be going home tonight, sweetheart. I have too much planned for you and those beauties tonight,” he whispers, eyeing my tits that I’m currently cradling in my palms. He rips his tie and shirt off in one clean break, letting the buttons fall to the hardwood. I bite my lip, more brazenly than I’ve ever done before, and we move for each other at the same time. We’re a tangle of limbs, moving towards the nearest surface; the dining room table. He wipes the shit on top to the floor and lifts me, spreading my legs and going to his knees in front of me. The minute his fingers slip into me I moan.
“Oh God,” I manage, bucking up towards him and throwing my head back.
“Fuck you smell so good” he murmurs, his breath warm on my clit. He’s so fucking close to where I need him to be, but when he brings his palm to my abdomen to hold me down I’m unable to buck up for contact. His fingers play me and his tender kisses, teasing around my clit, are enough to bring me close to my first orgasm. When his lips come around me and he sucks gently, burying his face in between my legs, I lose all composure.
“Fuck!” I scream, grabbing onto his hair and shoving his face hard between my legs. He continues licking and sucking my clit, his fingers never relenting, as I ride out my orgasm. “Oh God, stop,” I manage, half laughing and trying to get away from him. “That fucking tickles!” I scream. He pops his head up, his fingers still enjoying their job, and grins at me.
“That was the best meal I’ve ever had, Lo.” He stands, smiling wide, and pulls me to sitting. His lips press to mine and just tasting myself on his lips has me ready to go again. Jesus Christ that’s hot.
“I need you to fuck me,” I gasp, tugging his pants down and hopping down from the table. His hands spin me and he pushes my hair to one side as he presses his erection against my ass. His lips go to my neck and they start their assault on all of my senses. The most tender spot, other than between my legs, of my entire body and this mystery man’s lips are treating it like it’s a temple. He pushes me down to the table and his hand trails down my back.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” he growls, right before slamming into me and making me scream out in pure pleasure.
He takes me hard, like he knows exactly what he wants and he’s not afraid to take it. He hits my core and the mix of pain and pleasure, added in with the sting of his hand on my ass sends me barreling quickly towards my second orgasm.
“Oh God, Jett,” I moan, gripping onto the sides of the table. My eyes fly open at the new sensation of his thumb on my ass. His relentless rhythm and the delicious feeling that he’s giving me with his thumb is too much. “Oh fuck!”
I hear him chuckle from behind me as his thumb slips inside me and I lose it again. Every sound around me muffles, my legs turn to jelly, and I’m coming for the second time tonight on this stranger’s kitchen table.
“Oh God,” I pant, resting my head on the wood of the table, hands still clenched around the sides of it. I feel his hand roaming my backside, his thrusting not slowing a bit.
“This is just the beginning, baby,” he whispers, gripping me by my throat and forcing me to stand as he fucks me. I whimper in his grasp but this new angle has him hitting spots I’ve never known possible. “I won’t be finished with you until the sun comes up.”
Mmm sunlight. Soft bed. Warmth. There’s something warm on me.
Oh… oh hell I’m going to be sick!
“Move!” I blurt to the arm on top of my abdomen, pushing it off and hearing a slight grunt as I run to what I pray is a door to a bathroom. I swing it open and the porcelain throne awaits me. Thank fuck!
Last night is a massive blur. One I’ll never forget. His body. His toned, lean, so fuckable body. He did things to me last night that I’ve never even imagined… and I can’t say I’m mad about it. The alcohol made it an easy decision to go home with him… I think. I mean, I remember meeting him and knocking him off his feet, literally. I remember the first orgasm… kind of.
If I weren’t spilling my guts into his toilet right now I’d try to have a replay of last night now that I’m sober. But as it stands, I’m going to have to do the walk of shame with a barf-bag. Talk about a hot fucking mess.
I flush the toilet and groan, attempting to stand up but the room starts spinning so I close my eyes and rest my head on my arm on the floor. Well, bright side- if I can’t get up and walk out of here there’ll be no such thing as the walk of shame!
Fuck.
“You alright in there?” His groggy voice on the other side of the door makes me realize I should probably get my miserable self off his bathroom floor and find my way home.
“Fine, thanks,” I mutter, standing and closing my eyes, taking a few deep breaths before turning on the water. The cold water I splash on my face does nothing to warm my completely nude body, but it helps wake me up a bit more.
“There’s tea by the door.” I hear the telltale sound of a mug being set on a tile floor and for some reason I find myself smiling. He doesn’t have to be this nice…
After rinsing my mouth out with his mouthwash and trying to tame the wild mess of hair on top of my head, I open the door and slowly bend to grab the mug. Looking around the room, I try to remember if this is an apartment setup or a home and I can’t even remember that. I guess if I was going to remember anything from last night, the sex is a good thing to remember, but still I was way too drunk to be out in public. I walk over to the bed to try and grab my clothes but they aren’t anywhere to be found. Instead, I pull the black sheet from the bed and wrap it around myself.
With mug in hang, I shuffle out to the hallway and try to find my way back to the door.
Or my clothes.
Hell this place is big.
“Hey you,” he says from behind me as I open a door that definitely leads to a supply closet. I spin, eyes wide with embarrassment, and try to smile.
“How the hell big is this place?” It’s not the best morning after discussion, but a girl could get lost in here.
“Too big,” he chuckles, nodding behind him. “Come on, I have food.”
As if my embarrassment couldn’t grow any more, at the mention of food my stomach growls loudly and I groan.
“I’m not certain I should be eating right now.” I mumble, following him back down the hallway.
We turn a corner and walk into his kitchen and my eyes dart towards the table and I feel the color rising on my cheeks just thinking about what we did there last night. I flick my eyes towards Jett, standing next to the stove and I see the grin on his face.
“I should probably clean that today.” He smiles so wide, so genuinely, that the creases next to his eyes form and for a moment I completely forget that I’m in a stranger’s house. His tight jawline, the scruff on his cheeks, the dark and damn hear perfect eyebrows and his very well styled bedhead has me wondering who the hell this man is. Men typically don’t look this perfect, do they? Tearing my gaze from him, because I would stare at him all day if I could, I make my way to a bar stool at the island and adjust the sheet wrapped around me so I can sit.
“Have you seen my clo-” the second the words start to flow from
my mouth I remember it all very vividly. My eyes go wide with the realization that I will, literally, have to wear this sheet home. “Shit.” I whisper, locking eyes with Jett again.
Damnit, he’s like a train wreck- I couldn’t look away if I wanted to!
“I have some shit you can throw on. I’ll get it back from you later,” he says, shrugging and piling bacon on a plate. He slides it across the island to me and I stare at it, suddenly ravished.
“Thanks,” I say, surprising even myself that I want to eat this entire plate. “Do you have cof-” He slides a cup across the countertop and grins at me.
“Cream?” He’s holding up the creamer and I nod, shoving more bacon into my mouth.
We sit in silence, every now and then he’ll toss more bacon or toast on my plate. Finally, when the bacon is gone and I’m on my third cup of coffee, I’m done.
“I swear I’m not a fatass.” I groan and stretch, almost forgetting about the sheet wrapped around me. When it starts to slip I panic and tug it up, standing from my stool to tighten it.
“Don’t be modest around me. You weren’t last night.” He takes his coffee cup and walks to the living room, leaving me standing in the kitchen super confused as to what today is.
Typically, a one night stand ends in the wee hours of the morning when I sneak out of the guy’s house and back into my room before my brother notices. Not that I should care if he knows or not… but I do. This, though? This is different than anything else. The only thing I know about this guy is his name is Jett and he keeps his place clean. That’s it! And I actually feel comfortable around this guy? I do… I think I’m going mental.
“Hey… uh…” I look down to the shredded dress on the floor and take a breath, giving myself a moment to mourn a sexy dress that is no more. I glance up and he’s sitting on the couch watching me with heated eyes, probably replaying ripping it off me last night.
“You ok?”
“I… uh… I think I need to head home,” I mutter, not sure if I even believe my words.