Tennessee's Whiskey (The Whiskey Collection Book 1)

by L. Loren

  “Weston! Oh god. Please fuck me.”

  That plea did something to my brain. I blanked out as I fucked her into the wall. Stroke after stroke brought me so much pleasure, I was delirious. When I regained my senses, Tennessee’s legs were hanging over my shoulders, allowing me the best access to all of her beautiful little pussy. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and coming hard on my cock. My body was drenched in sweat and her cum. What a delicious combination.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God! Weston.”

  She needed to stop calling my name or else she was never leaving. I was going to lock her up and fuck her all night long. I had fucked plenty of women, but this was different. She was different. She was dangerous. I never wanted to stop fucking her. That had never happened before. Especially not when I was still inside of a woman.

  After removing her legs from my shoulders, I placed her on the floor and turned her to face the wall. I needed to see that gorgeous ass she had been shaking all over the place since I met her. I dropped to my knees and worshiped those tight globes. Placing kisses on her cheeks, I started rubbing them. She was so enticing. I couldn’t resist diving in face first for a taste of her nectar.

  I ate her pussy from the back, making sure to clean all the cum that was dripping before bringing her to orgasm again. At the crest of her release, I wiggled my index finger into her tight asshole and started pumping it back and forth. The sound that escaped her throat was intoxicating. She was gushing all over my face as her ass wiggled on my intrusive hand.

  “Weston. Fuck baby. That shit feels so damn good.”

  “Fuck, Tennessee. You’re a wild woman.”

  I chuckled, surprised that she was loving my finger in her forbidden place. It gave me all kinds of ideas for future fucks, but tonight I wanted back in that pussy. I stood up, kicked her legs wider apart and buried my hardness inside her again. This time I had no choice but to hold still. She was so fuckin tight.

  “Give me one more, Tennessee. I need one more so I can come.”

  I fucked her until her legs trembled and we both collapsed onto the wall in front of us. Her body was on an angle, face and hands against the wall, while her legs and ass jutted away from the brick. I adjusted my stance, so I was standing over her with my legs outside of hers. Grabbing her hips for leverage, I began pounding into her from behind until my reward splashed all over her thighs, and onto the floor.

  Damn that was hot!

  Watching her body shake in pleasure was my undoing. I pumped twice more and shot my load into the condom with her name on my lips.

  “Fuck, Pat! Gotdamn! You got some magical pussy, baby.”

  Unable to hold my weight any longer, I collapsed to the floor, dragging her with me. There was an unusual need to be near her, causing me to sit up and pull her onto my lap. After experiencing her once, my mind immediately wanted to claim her as my own. This woman was more than I ever imagined. She might be young, but damn she was amazing. Only one word flowed through my mind over and over. MINE! And she was mine until my phone chimed with a text from my nanny wondering if I was coming home.

  Whiskey

  I floated around on cloud nine, ten and eleven for the rest of the weekend. The way Whiskey put it on me had a bitch thinking about forever. I knew better. He wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. Try to tell my body that. I wanted to jump him anytime he was near me. It felt like I was losing my mind. I had never had dick so good it made you lose your brain power. The way that man affected my body was unreal.

  Saturday night I invited my friend from school to come hang out at the bar for a little while. Well, that’s not exactly how it went down. My friend, Jasmine called me that morning trying to find out where I had been. She claimed I had ghosted her, but it had only been two days since we last spoke.

  “Hello.”

  “Oh, so you finally answer your phone for me. Where have you been? Have you replaced me with a bustier and more interesting friend?”

  She was obsessed with the size of her breasts, always claiming they were too small. She was insane. Her breasts were fine, and I would never replace her. She was my girl.

  “Jazzy Pooh! It’s good to hear your voice.”

  “You could have heard it a long time ago if you would have answered your phone. What have you been doing that you can’t talk to your best friend in the whole wide world?”

  I rolled my eyes as if she could see me.

  “Girl. I got a job! I have been working my ass off.”

  “A job? With all your workload from school? How are you going to swing that?”

  “It was either get a job or be homeless. I chose to keep a roof over my head.”

  “Those sons of bitches at Financial Aid still haven’t sent you your check? How do they expect you to live?”

  I laughed at her outrage. She always had my back.

  “I guess they figured I would get a job like everyone else. Sure I qualified for the aid, but I am not entitled to it. I got a job. It’s no big deal. Millions of students work.”

  “I guess. Anyway, where did you find a job that would pay so quickly? Let me find out you’re shaking your ass up at the Pussy Palace?”

  I burst into laughter so bad I started choking. This chick was a nut and I loved her.

  “Girl, no. I would need to be on my last leg to go up in that hell hole. I am working at a bar called Whiskey’s”

  “Whiskey’s? That sounds like some old redneck joint. I know my girl ain’t slinging Coors to the enemy. Talking about hold my beer, watch this.”

  “It’s more of a Jack n Coke kind of place, but yeah, that’s my new gig. I started Thursday night and made $400 in tips. I paid my rent and had some left over.”

  “I bet old man Jacobs was singing his praises to the almighty. That man loves a good rent check.”

  “He wasn’t mad. But yeah, I have been working and studying. Sorry I missed your call last night.”

  “What were you doing at 3 in the morning anyway? I know you weren’t still at work. They got you working like Kunta Kinte in that place?”

  “Shut up? No I was still at the bar, but I wasn’t exactly working.”

  “Oh shit, is the drought over? Did you find somebody to work that thang?”

  I didn’t answer her. She was too nosey for her own good. I was going to tell her, but I wanted her to sweat for a minute.

  “You did, didn’t you? You let some redneck stud pop off in that thing. Was it good? If it was good, I might just get me one.”

  “Jazzy, you need serious help.”

  “Bitch, stop deflecting. Tell me all about this sexy redneck. He was sexy, wasn’t he? Let me find out you were sexing a Bubba or Cletus mofo. You will never hear the end of it.”

  “Stop acting a fool. You’re about to make me pee on myself. So anyway, he is gorgeous. He kinda looks like that actor that plays Wolverine™ but with more swag. He’s tall, sexy and had this intense stare that makes my panties melt.”

  “He sounds so HOT! What’s his name?”

  “Whiskey.”

  “Bitch, you fucking the owner? Well at least you started at the top. You know I need to come up there and check his fine ass out. He got some sexy friends?”

  I chuckled at the thought, but Big Country might just give her what she needs. He was a nice-looking man.

  “I might have someone in mind for you. Are you coming by tonight?”

  “I sure am.”

  “You do know I have to work, right?”

  “Pat, it’s a bar. They have licka. I will be just fine.”

  I told her about the shit that went down with Holly and how I had to handle her in the bathroom. She was ready to beat her ass too. Holly better be on her best behavior tonight or she might catch two pairs of hands.

  As I made my way through the front door, I was greeted by Big Country. His toothy grin and his sparkling eyes made me like him even more than I did yesterday. He really was a nice guy. Maybe Jazz would take to him. Knowing her, he is too nice. She’d prob
ably go for one of the bikers that would chew her up and spit her out.

  I felt Whiskey’s eyes on me as soon as I walked past Earl. I looked up and couldn’t help the smile that grew on my face. I had been telling myself to be cool when I saw him again, but the humming in my body wouldn’t let me be great. I wasn’t sure how he was going to play this so I would just sit back and let him take the lead. I didn’t have to wait long to find out. Whiskey strolled his sexy ass from behind the bar and wrapped his arms around me, planting a soul stirring kiss on my mouth. When he pulled away, I was a puddle.

  Lawdamercy!

  “What was that for?” I asked as he looked at me like he was ready to rip my clothes off and fuck me in the middle of the bar. Oh, wait, we already did that.

  “I missed my girl. How are you today?”

  “I’m good, now. Your girl? I thought you didn’t do relationships.”

  “Fuck all that. After last night, you’re mine. You got a problem with that?”

  I laughed at his cocky bravado. The man could have anything he wanted from me and he knew it. As long as he kept putting in work with that exquisite dick of his, we were all good.

  “I have zero problems with that. As long as you know I don’t share. If I see you with another woman, I’m done. No questions asked. I’ve been through too much bullshit to keep going down the same road.”

  “I got it babe. You already know I’m a jealous bastard so watch the smiles you shoot to those assholes. I know you have to be nice to get your tips, but be mindful I’m watching. Don’t ever disrespect me, Tennessee. It wouldn’t be a wise move on your part.”

  “I’m not even that type of chick. Oh, by the way, my bestie is stopping by tonight. Would it be cool if I hang out a bit during my breaks?”

  “I don’t have a problem with that as long as you aren’t drinking on the job. You know I don’t stand for that. I am a little disappointed though. I was hoping we could head back to the office for a quickie during your break.”

  He leaned in and bit my neck, causing me to squeal.

  “I didn’t say I was leaving with her. We can do a repeat of last night if you want. Give you a little something to look forward to.”

  “Fuckin’ tease. Now that’s all I’ll be thinking about all night.”

  “Who are you kidding? You would be thinking about it anyway. Move out of my way. I need to change into my uniform and my boss hates it if I am late.”

  “I’m not afraid of him.”

  I looked back at him over my shoulder with a sexy smile.

  “Maybe you should be.”

  I turned to see Holly’s methhead looking ass watching us. She was shooting daggers at me with her eyes, but quickly straightened up when Whiskey looked her way. I laughed at her childish behavior. Here I was twenty years her junior and she was acting like a baby. For some odd reason this woman thought I was a threat to her. I had no desire to become a permanent waitress. She could have the position. There had to be more to her story than that. I had no time to ponder her delusions. There was work to do, bills to pay and a degree to finish.

  I got so busy with slinging drinks and the endless flirting with Whiskey that I never even heard my girl sneak up on me. She stood behind me and started laughing.

  “I guess they’ll hire anybody to serve drinks in this place.”

  Smiling I spun around and screamed. I jumped into Jazz’s arms and hugged the stuffing out of her. We had just seen each other a week ago, but it felt like we hadn’t been together in years.

  “Bitch, you are glowing! I need to meet this man that put that shine in my girl’s behind. Come on show me where he is.”

  Looking up, I met Whiskey’s amused stare watching over us. I smirked as he puffed his chest out with pride. Jazz was eyeballing me, so she caught my glance at Whiskey, and it was on.

  “Oh, so that’s Mr. Glow. I have to give it to you, girl. He is Fiiiione!”

  “Keep your eyes off him, hoe. That one is all mine. You have the whole rest of the bar to choose from.”

  She laughed and gave me a playful shove.

  “Girl, he’s the best-looking thing in here. Are you sure you don’t want to share?”

  She looked Whiskey up and down and licked her red stained lips. I chuckled at her antics. I knew she didn’t mean any harm so there was no need to get mad.

  “Jazzy, don’t make me hurt you. Now, bring your hot ass on over here and let me introduce you.”

  As we made our way over to the bar, Whiskey never took his eyes off me. That was a good thing, because if I caught him eyeing my friend, I might have stabbed him with the knife he uses to cut the fruit. He licked his lips the closer we came and then adjusted his package. He was telling on himself.

  “Damn, boy. Why you looking at my girl like you want to eat her raw? It’s like that, huh?”

  “That’s because I do. If she’d let me, I’d feast on her right here in front of everyone. Let these fuckers know who brings her to her knees.”

  “Well damn, I like you already. You got a brother?”

  “Yeah, I do, but he’s an asshole. You’re too good for him.”

  I think that’s the moment my best friend fell in love with my new man. Her eyes sparkled and she tossed that long wig she was wearing over her shoulder and poked out her hip. Then she turned to me and stage whispered.

  “Bitch, if you don’t marry him, I will.”

  I burst out laughing which made Whiskey laugh, as well. Jazz stood there eyeing my man down and smiling. I had to shove her in the side to get her to stop ogling him.

  “I already told your ass to stop giving my man the eye. Let me catch you one more time. You’ll be picking those eyes up off the floor.”

  “Stop being selfish, Pat. Damn, I can’t touch, but at least let me look at him.”

  “I’m going to give you something to look at alright. Listen, remember I told you I had a dude in mind for you? Do you recall the man at the door?”

  “You mean that big giant of a man who was cheesing like no tomorrow when I walked in?”

  “Yes, his name is Earl, and he is very nice. I think he would be good for you.”

  “Unnnt. You already know I do not do nice! I needs me a bad boy to take the edge off.”

  “The last bad boy you had took more than the edge off. He damn near took you out for good. You really need to change your dating habits. Almost had me catching a case behind your foolishness.”

  “Now that you mention it, maybe that big wall of a man would be a better choice. What’s his name again?”

  “His name is Earl, but they call him Big Country.”

  “Big Country? Oh hell naw! I was gonna give him a chance, but not with that old redneck name.”

  “Would you stop it? He is nice. Look at him. He keeps looking over here smiling at you. I bet he thinks you’re purty.”

  “Bitch, I am dead! Did you just say purty?”

  The night continued as I got Jazz settled at the bar, while I went back to work. I knew she would be safe there with Whiskey and Big Country watching over her. Saturdays were apparently karaoke night and it was a lively crowd. Jazz was a fun girl and loved singing in front of crowds, so I wasn’t surprised when she signed up to participate. She got up there shaking her ass and singing some song about twerking that had the bikers going crazy.

  She wasn’t even halfway into the song when I saw Big Country abandon his post at the front door, march up on the makeshift stage and throw her twerking ass over his shoulder. They disappeared into the back room as I cheered him on.

  “That’s right Big Country! Get her ass in line!”

  I was cracking up over my friend’s antics. She was so extra. I hope she gives Earl some play. Big man was pissed. I looked over at Whiskey who was about to collapse from laughter. We made eye contact as I shook my head in disbelief. The party continued with the next performer taking their turn. When the song lulled at the end there were a few moments of quiet in the bar that allowed us to hear the reason Big Country a
nd Jazzy hadn’t returned to the bar yet.

  “Oh yeah, Zaddy! Now I know why they call you Big Country.”

  I almost dropped my tray of drinks from laughing so hard. My head immediately snapped to look at Whiskey who was bent over laughing. I served up the drinks on my tray and made my way over to the bar.

  “What the hell is your boy in there doing to my bestie?”

  “Whatever it is, she loves it.”

  “Damn, sounds like fun. Makes me wanna take a break.”

  “Don’t fuckin play with me, Tennessee! I’ll leave this bitch on automatic and drag your beautiful ass into my office. I’ve been thinking of bending you over my desk all night. Say the word and it’s done.”

  I smiled at my man, knowing he meant every word. Shaking my head, I smirked and placed my next drink order.

  “I need five beers for table six. Besides, if you leave the bar unattended, these bastards will drink you into the poor house.”

  “True, but it’d be worth it.”

  He licked his lips and gave me that sexy look that meant he was aroused. I leaned over the bar, beckoning for him to come close. I gave him a chaste kiss which caused him to growl as I walked away with my drink order. The man was sexy as hell, but I was not about to be known as his bar bitch that he fucked at will. He wasn’t a little boy. He was a grown ass man who needed to learn to control his urges.

  As I was making my way back to the front of the bar the door to the backroom opened, and there stood a flushed Big Country who was sweating like he stole something. Next to him stood my best friend looking like she had been fucked six ways to Sunday. The shit-eating grin on her face told me everything I needed to know. Big Country was about to be bae. Earl wiped his forehead before placing a kiss on Jazzy’s cheek. He then walked back to the front door like nobody noticed his big ass was missing. I chucked at his antics.

  “Bitch, I need all the drinks. Bring me a pitcher of everything. That big bastard put it down so good I almost called my mama.”

  I screamed, unable to hold back my laughter. Jazzy was so fucking crazy. I was happy she and Earl got along.