Drunk Girl

by Samantha Lind

  “I’ll probably be out of here by midnight.”

  “I’ll probably be asleep by then, but feel free to wake me up. Especially if it’s for some sexy time.”

  “Oh, I’ll be waking you up, you can bet your ass on that.” He reaches over to grab the edge of the chair I’m on, and pulls it closer to him. “Maybe I should just take you home now,” he says, before he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, bringing me in for a demanding kiss.

  “I’d be okay with that,” I tell him once we finally break our kiss. I was all for christening every room in his house, but I drew a line at having sex in the bar or the office.

  “Then let’s go,” he says, standing and pulling me up. “I’ll take care of our plates, then check in with Katie and Zane, who’s in charge behind the bar tonight, to let them know I’m leaving.”

  “Sounds good. I’ll meet you at home, then,” I say with a wink before I head down the stairs and out to the parking lot.

  I make it home about ten minutes later to a hyper Max. He’s always excited when we return home. “Who’s a good boy?” I rub the top of his head, and he settles at my feet. “Were you good enough for a treat?” I ask him and his tail starts to tap wildly against the floor. I walk over to the counter where we have the jar of treats for him and grab one out.

  “Come here,” I tell him, heading into the living room. “Sit.” I point to the floor in front of me. “Good boy. Now, shake,” I instruct, holding out my hand, and he places his paw into it for me to shake. “You’re such a good boy.”

  I drop his paw, then hold up the treat in my hand, showing it to him, and he patiently waits for the cue that he can take it from my hand. “Okay,” I finally tell him, and he gently reaches forward and takes it from me.

  “I’m home,” Nick calls out as he walks through the door. Max jumps up and barks excitedly at him, running over to greet him. “Hey, boy. You being good today?” he asks, scratching him on the head.

  “Don’t let him fool you, he just finished a treat.”

  “You wouldn’t do that, would you, boy?” he coos, scratching Max’s belly now, as he lies on the floor at Nick’s feet.

  Laughing, I say, “You know he would.”

  “He’s only convinced us he needed a treat about every day he’s been ours,” Nick agrees.

  “Did Katie or Zane give you any issues with leaving a little early?”

  “Nope, they had everything under control. Justin was also behind the bar with Zane, and Jessa is out on the floor with Katie, so we’re well-covered.”

  “Good. I’d feel bad if you left for me when they needed your help.”

  “I wouldn’t have left if they needed me, even with the promise of you naked in our bed, as much as it would’ve pained me. I’d have stayed until close, if that’s what I needed to do. But they’re good, I’m here, and now I get to finish what we started earlier.” Nick pulls me into his arms and brings his lips to my neck, running the tip of his nose up and down my skin, which causes my skin to break out in goose bumps. A shiver travels down my spine, setting my core on fire.

  Nick reaches for the hem of my shirt, grasping it in his hands as he slides them up my sides, and lifts my shirt up and over my head. I can see the desire, the love he has for me, shining in his eyes as they drop from my own, down my body. He’s definitely a breast man, and takes no time at all before he’s burying his face between mine. With my bra on, they’re still well on display and creating the perfect amount of cleavage for him to play in.

  “God, I love your nipples.” He pulls the cup of my left breast down and laps at said nipple. “They’re so responsive to my tongue,” he says between licks, each one causing my nipples to harden even more.

  “I love your mouth on them,” I tell him in encouragement as he sucks my nipple back into his mouth, working me over. My back arches, pressing my chest even further into his grasp. He releases the one breast, moving over to deliver the same attention to my other one. He’s on his knees in front of me and still able to be eye level with my chest.

  As he flicks my nipple with his tongue, I feel his hand slip around my side and onto my back, until he finds the clasp of my bra. He makes quick work of the clasp and removes it from my arms as he worships my breasts, cupping one with his hand while the other is still in his mouth. He rolls my nipple between his fingers while his tongue flicks the other, driving me insane.

  “I need you,” I whine, trying my best to get his shirt off of him.

  “You need to be patient,” he tells me, a wolfish smirk on his lips as he looks up at me from his position in front of me. His hands travel down my sides, sliding around to my back and down to my ass, which he cups and squeezes.

  “I don’t want to be patient,” I pout, knowing damn well if I am, he’ll give me so much pleasure.

  “Oh, but you do,” he says, as he skims his lips across my stomach. He makes quick work of my shorts and panties and before I know it, I’m standing in front of him, completely naked and on display for his liking. His eyes flash with desire as he looks his fill, licking his lips as if he’s about to devour his favorite meal.

  “God, you’re beautiful and I’m one lucky ass man,” he murmurs before pressing his lips to my skin, just above my pubic bone. He sits back on his haunches, pulling me along with him, then lifts one of my legs and tosses it over his shoulder.

  Nick starts to plant kisses along my inner thigh and my body trembles with anticipation the moment his tongue makes contact with my clit. He licks up my seam, parting my folds with his tongue as he circles it around my clit, driving me crazy with lust as my orgasm builds. He slips two fingers inside me, thrusting in rhythm with the movement of his tongue.

  “Gah!” I cry out. “I’m going to come!” I warn him as I feel my orgasm barrel through my body. I slide my fingers into his hair, pulling a little hard, as my body shakes. My release builds and finally crests over the edge, into pure bliss.

  Nick pulls his fingers from my body and pushes himself up to stand while I do my best to keep from falling over from the intensity of my orgasm. He quickly picks me up in his arms, bridal style, and takes us down the hall to our bedroom. He places me on the bed, then quickly sheds his own clothes.

  “About time you got naked with me,” I tease.

  “Ready for round two?” he asks, hovering over me as I lay back on the bed.

  “For you, yes. I need you inside me. I need to feel how large your cock is. I want to ride it until I come again,” I tell him boldly. He’s the only partner I’ve had where I’ve felt comfortable enough to actually tell him what I want, and how I want it. It took a bit of time to get to this point, but as Nick gained not only my heart but my love and soul, I’ve done my best to open up to him, just as he has with me.

  “Move up some,” he commands, his lips against my neck once again.

  I slide up the bed until my head reaches the pillows.

  “You ready for me?” he asks, rolling a condom down his shaft. He taps the head of his cock against my clit a few times, then rubs it through my folds, spreading my own wetness around my sex.

  “Yes,” I gasp as he presses his cock against my clit. The sensation has me ready to detonate.

  I watch as he holds his cock in one hand, the other holding his weight. He taps my clit one last time, then lines himself up with my entrance. One second later, he’s buried deep inside of me and I feel his tip hit my g-spot.

  “God, yes!” I shout once he’s seated, stilling to allow my body to adjust to his size.

  “You feel like heaven, baby,” he whispers against my ear as he starts to pull out before pushing back in. He starts his thrusts out slow and sensual, pulling out, then sliding back in slowly. Each time he pushes back in, he makes contact with my clit, adding just enough pressure to make my eyes roll back in my head.

  “I’m not going to last long,” I warn as he starts to pick up his thrusts, finding a fast pace as he pounds me into an explosive orgasm. My back bows off the bed, my breaths ragge
d, short gasps, as I try and take in enough air while my body goes limp from my release.

  Nick slows down, slipping from me as my body basks in the glory that is sex hormones. Oxytocin and endorphins are firing on all cylinders from the two orgasms I’ve had so far tonight. “What are you doing?” I ask, when I realize he’s sprawled on the bed, just staring me down.

  “I’m waiting on you to ride my cock,” he says bluntly, his own hand shuttling up and down his shaft as he keeps himself aroused and hard. I take his cue and climb on top of him, straddling his hips. His cock slides easily through my folds, hitting my clit with each pass. “No more playing,” Nick promises, gripping his cock as he lines it up as I sink down on top of it. I ride him, quickly bringing us both close to the edge.

  “Need you with me,” he grits out, bringing his thumb to my clit to help me crest over. He grips my hip, thrusting upwards as I come back down. That’s all it takes to set both of us off. He grunts as he explodes into the condom.

  I collapse forward, resting my forehead against his shoulder. Nick runs his hands along my back as we both melt into the bed, enjoying the endorphins as they flood our body after our respective orgasms.

  “Love you,” he whispers against my ear as I start to nod off.

  “Love you.”

  I feel him move me off of him, then feel the bed dip as he rolls off and heads into the bathroom. He returns a minute later, and slides back into bed next to me, wrapping me in his arms as he settles in with me.

  I melt into him, already half-asleep, my thoughts on the future and how much has changed in my life since I met this amazing man I get to call mine. The one who picked my life up when it was on the ground. Saved me from myself when I was in a downward spiral. The one who showed me I just needed to learn to love myself before I could allow someone else to love me just as much. He’s shown me what a real man is like. How a real man can love the woman in his life more than life itself.

  Epilogue

  Nick

  Four Years Later

  “Are you ready?” I ask Ashley as she stands in front of the full-length mirror in our bathroom, attaching her graduation cap with some bobby pins.

  “I will be in just a minute,” she says, smiling at me in the reflection.

  “You look perfect, babe. And that cap isn’t going anywhere,” I tell her on a chuckle.

  “Well, I don’t want it to slip while I’m walking.”

  “You’re going to have it so well-secured to your head, you won’t be able to get it off your head when it’s time to toss it into the air with your class.”

  “Then I guess I won’t toss it,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me. She slides in another pin, then turns to face me. “How do I look?”

  “Like a bombshell,” I tell her honestly. “I’m so fucking proud of you.”

  I pull her into my arms and wrap them around her, tugging her close as I bury my face into her neck, then breathe her in. Her perfume fills my lungs and with her body pressed so close to mine, my cock hardens in my slacks.

  “No time for that. We’ve got to go, and you’re not messing up my hair,” she chides, pulling back slightly from my hold on her.

  “Later,” I tell her, nipping at her lips.

  “Later,” she agrees, and the desire she has for me flashes in her eyes. It’s hard for me to believe we’ve been together for almost five years already.

  We’ve supported each other through everything, from growing pains at the bar and brewery, to her hectic work and school schedule, and everything else that has come our way over the years. This woman is the best thing to ever happen to me, and I can’t wait to celebrate her accomplishment today.

  Then, later tonight, I hope to be celebrating her agreeing to be with me for the rest of our lives. For her to agree to take my last name and hopefully one day give us kids. I’ve already got the ring hidden in the center console of my truck, where I’ll be able to easily grab it after dinner, when I’m ready to propose.

  “All right, let’s get out of here. I’ve got seats to save for everyone,” I tell her as we exit the bathroom.

  “You be a good boy,” Ashley tells Max as he lays down on his bed in the living room. His age is catching up to him, and we’re watching him closely these days to make sure he isn’t suffering.

  “Ready?” I ask, holding the door open for her.

  “Ready.” She grabs her purse and heads to the truck.

  “Your mom texted me earlier to let me know that David will be coming with her. He was able to get the day off. So, you’ll have another person cheering for you when you cross that stage.”

  Donna met David almost two years ago now, and they’ve been dating ever since. She finally moved out of that old rundown apartment she lived in for so long, and into David’s small house. They’ve been great for each other and he’s treated her well. The way a man should treat a woman.

  “Oh good. It will be nice to see him. I love that my mom is so happy these days.”

  “Me too, she deserves the best,” I agree. Just like my girl deserves the best, so does her mother. They’re both badass women, who have more strength than any man I know. Each of them has lived through things no person should have to, but they’ve both come out the other side stronger. Life might have handed them lemons, but they definitely made lemonade, maybe even with a splash of rum in it.

  “What time is everyone planning to meet you?” she asks. Since she has to arrive almost two hours early, I told our family I would just go with her and save us some seats, so they didn’t have to show up as early.

  “I think about a half an hour or so before start time. Kaiden said they went ahead and got a babysitter, so Thomas won’t be with them.”

  “Probably a smart idea. Tiffany was planning on the same thing for Lucy.”

  “Yeah, she texted me, as well, to let me know it would be just her and Colton. So, I’ll be grabbing nine seats, at last count.”

  “Hopefully, no one gives you a hard time about it,” she says, straightening her dress as I drive down the road toward the campus.

  “I don’t think anyone will, and if they have a problem with it, they can get the fuck over it.”

  I whistle as loud as I can as Ashley’s name is called, and she walks gracefully across the stage. Our entire row is standing as she turns and smiles at the crowd. She looks directly this way, a huge smile on her lips as she slides her tassel from one side to the other then walks off the stage. I watch her as she returns to her seat, so fucking proud of everything she’s accomplished over the last few years.

  And she’s not done yet.

  She’s already been accepted into the Master’s program, and will be dropping back to part-time at the clinic, to accommodate her class schedule when classes start back up in the fall. The clinic has already offered her a counselor position once she completes her Master’s. They’re also paying for it, as part of her employment contract. She agreed to work for them for a minimum of five years, and they pay for the entire Master’s program, upfront.

  “You did it! I’m so proud of you!” Donna tells her, once the ceremony is finally over and Ashley has reached our group. She makes her way through all our family and friends, accepting hugs and flowers from everyone. I’m the last person she makes it to, and as soon as she’s in my arms, my lips find hers.

  “I love you,” I say against her lips. “And I’m so fucking proud of you.”

  “Love you, too, and thank you. I couldn’t have done this without you.”

  “You could have, but I’ll let you think differently.”

  “Are you guys ready to get out of here?” my mom asks, pulling us from our intimate moment.

  “Yes! I’m starving,” Ashley says, taking off her graduation gown. She leaves the cap right now, since it’s so securely attached to her head with the number of pins she used earlier. I’ll help her remove it before dinner.

  “Our reservations are in about forty-five minutes, so we should make it to the restaurant in perfe
ct time,” my dad states, looking at his watch.

  “Then let’s get out of here. Does everyone know where we’re headed?” I ask our group.

  “We’ve got it in the GPS,” Tiffany says, and everyone else nods their heads.

  “I’d like to make a toast,” Donna says a short while later, once everyone has been served their drinks and our appetizer orders have been placed with the server.

  “Ash,” she says, then stops for a moment, already holding back tears as her emotions take over. “I’m so proud of you. For everything you’ve been through, for how you found resilience, how you figured out how to pick your life back up after you’d been knocked down, time and time again. You never gave up on your dream and look at where it has you today.

  “I’m so thankful you found such a wonderful man to love you, and to show you that you deserve to be loved. I might have learned a thing or two about that, from his example.” She nods to me and then to David. “Most of all, I’m proud of the woman you are today. I love you and I wish nothing but the best for you. Cheers,” she finishes, lifting her glass slightly higher, signaling everyone to take a drink.

  “I love you so much, Mom,” Ashley says, standing to hug her mom. They both lose their fight to hold back the tears as they hold on to one another.

  With the tears out of the way, we all tell stories and allow the conversation to flow, along with the wine, throughout the meal.

  With the tables cleared of our dinner plates, it’s finally time for me to pop the question. Everyone at the table except for Ashley knows what’s about to go down. I slipped the ring box to my dad when we got to the restaurant, so he could hold it for me until I needed it. When Ashley excused herself to the bathroom at the end of our main course, he handed it to me.

  I stand, and pull her up with me.

  “Ash.” I pause to clear my own throat as my emotions hit me, and I see the tears start to pool along her lashes when I drop to one knee.