“Come here.” He put my arm behind his neck and lifted me up into his arms, carrying me down to the beach as if I weighed nothing where there was more light to see.
“I’m really sorry, Cole, I shouldn’t have taken you there. I don’t know why I did, but you don’t deserve that.”
“Your knee is bleeding,” he reminded me as he placed me down on the sand.
“I’m fine. Are you listening to me?”
“I’m listening.” He swept a piece of hair away from my face. “I’m not going anywhere.”
I looked down at my injured knee, another scar to add to my memories, and I wasn’t talking about the one on my knee.
“Another one,” I ordered, tapping on the bar.
“Lucas, I could get in a lot of shit for serving you,” Stacey informed me.
“Like you give a shit if you get in trouble. Drink with me. I’ll buy you all the drinks you want, and I’ll tip you nice when we’re done.”
She grinned, grabbing another shot glass for herself and pouring tequila into both our glasses.
“You’re lucky I just got this job, Lucas Ryder.”
“I turn twenty-one in a few weeks who the fuck cares. This is a dive bar and no one ever comes in here.”
“True.”
The moment I saw Cole lying on top of Alex, I got out of there faster than a bat out of hell. If they were going to fuck, I sure as shit wasn’t going to stand there and watch it. I walked down the street until I saw a cab on the main road, telling the driver to take me to the nearest bar.
Call it fate.
Call it a coincidence.
Call it a fluke.
When I saw Stacey behind the bar, I knew the driver brought me to the right place. I hadn’t seen or spoken to her since last summer. Even then it was short and to the point. We hadn’t fucked in years, but as I watched her in her tiny jean miniskirt and her tight top with her tits displayed every time she leaned over the bar, I would be lying if my cock didn’t stand at attention remembering the feel of her pussy wrapped around my dick.
“What’s new?” I asked, staring at her tits, exactly the way she wanted me to.
She leaned forward, pressing them together tighter with her arms as she rested her elbows on the bar. “Same ol’ same ol’, I’m sure a big college man like yourself has way more stories than a small town girl like me,” she purred.
“There’s never been anything small town about you, Stacey.”
She smirked and her eyes beamed. I hadn’t meant it as a compliment, but apparently that’s how she accepted it.
“Where’s Half-Pint?”
I took my shot, hissing as it burned down my chest and into my stomach. The strong sting of alcohol coated my stomach and set my mood on fire, not that it needed any more ammunition.
“Sore subject?”
I tapped on the bar with my glass wanting another round. She smiled, pouring me another shot.
“This time you have to drink with me, I’m three ahead of you,” I informed her, changing the subject.
She clinked her glass with mine before we both drank them down. This time the shot went down much smoother, warming me all over, but I was nowhere near where I wanted to be.
“Is she with Cole?” she grimaced, breathing out the liquor.
“See, the thing about you, Stacey, is that you don’t know when to shut the fuck up.”
“Ooohhh,” she cooed. “Must have been bad. They’ve been hanging out all summer, like two peas in a pod. I honestly don’t see what all the fuss is about, you’re way fucking hotter than he is. I never understood what you saw in Alex, she’s a—”
“Don’t,” I snapped.
She shrugged, maliciously smiling as she poured two more shots. “Always her knight in shining armor. I guess some things never change.”
“I’m not here to talk about Alex.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To get fucked up.”
“With me?”
“Why not.”
She pursed her lips and clinked our glasses together again. “To old times then,” she stated before we drank them down. “Burns so good,” she practically moaned.
We spent the next few hours drinking and shooting the shit. I was beyond fucked up. I could barely see two feet in front of me. The longer I was with Stacey the more I needed to feel her replace the hole in my chest that was known as my heart. She basically straddled my lap, except her ass sat on the bar and I sat on the stool in between her legs.
I watched with glazed eyes as she placed a shot in between her tits, angling back on her hands and spreading her legs wider for me. She reached for the salt. “Want to do a body shot?” she incited, licking her lips.
Fuck.
I looked around the bar and chuckled, my head falling back from the momentum as I stood up. We were alone. At least I think we were. I was so fucked up I didn’t give a shit if we put on a show.
She placed her index finger near my mouth. “Suck.”
I grabbed her palm and slowly sucked on her finger while she bit her bottom lip making my dick twitch. She pulled it away when it was moist enough to dip it in the salt, and proceeded to spread it on top of her cleavage.
“Ready?” she asked.
I leaned over and licked the salt off her breast while lightly sucking and then took down the tequila in one swift movement. She cocked her head to the side with a raised eyebrow, provoking me. If there was one thing Stacey could do right, it was fuck. I paused for a few seconds to admire the view. She seductively licked her lips and started to rotate her hips front and back, just like she would on my cock.
I lunged forward, almost knocking her off the bar. Her body was perfectly aligned with mine as I stood in between her spread legs. She looked up at me with abandonment and yearning. The heady expression was enough for me to lose control. I kicked all the chairs aside and roughly grabbed onto her hips, sliding her ass down to my cock, her elbows still rested on the bar and they held onto some of her weight while I supported the rest. Her hooded eyes stared into mine and I knew she wanted me to kiss her.
I was fucked up.
I didn’t give a shit.
I wanted to feel anything other than what I felt. I placed my forehead on hers, contemplating if I was really going to do this with her. Her lips beckoned mine with just the softest touch and that was my undoing. I plunged my tongue into her eagerly awaiting mouth, initiating a sinful dance of want and need. It went back and forth between us, each giving the other what they craved. She clutched my hair and I pulled on hers, beckoning her head to fall back and give me the liberty to assault her neck.
I inhaled the jarring smell of Stacey, I still remembered it from high school, and I hated it then as much as I did now. I ran my nose up and down from her chin to her collarbone, leaving a wake of desire behind. I urgently and swiftly made my way down to her luscious breasts. Her nipples were hard, waiting for me to take them into my mouth. I sucked and gently bit one while my hand caressed and fondled the other. Her breathing escalated as did mine.
I growled and deliberately unzipped my jeans. My hard cock sprang out from the opening. I slid her panties to the side, not bothering to remove any of our clothing, and with one firm thrust I was deep inside her. We moaned in unison and I didn’t falter. I latched on to her hips and fucked her fast, hard and with determination. I didn’t take my time with her, I was rough. All I wanted to do was come. My hands went to her ass to thrust in deeper and more demanding. I effortlessly picked her up off the bar and she wrapped her arms around my neck as I continued to slam her up and down onto my cock.
She was tightly wrapped around my body.
She braced her forehead on mine, forcing me to shut my eyes, I couldn’t look at her like that. I didn’t want a connection with her. This was a means to an end for me, exactly the same way it had always been between us. Within seconds, we were both gasping and breathless for air. Our moans getting louder and heavier, both of us dripping with sweat from the liquor and the haziness of the entire night. Within minutes, neither one of us could take it anymore.
We both came together.
Hard.
And even in my drunken haze…
I saw Alex’s face.
“Hey,” Lucas greeted as he walked through my front door.
“Hey,” I replied, caught off guard that he was at my going away barbeque. “I heard you were in town.”
He nodded. “I’ve been here a few weeks.”
“And yet this is the first time I’m seeing you,” I snidely stated, regretting it immediately. “That’s not fair.”
“I can take it.”
I softly smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “The boys are out back.”
“And Cole?” he asked, a little too harshly.
“Yes.”
“Right…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He shook his head. “Not a damn thing, Alex.”
My eyebrows lowered, causing my face to frown. “Doesn’t sound like it.”
“Has he enjoyed you?” he blurted out of nowhere.
I jerked back. “What?”
He chuckled, trying to cover up his abrasiveness. “I just meant have you guys had a great summer? From what I’ve seen it’s been a lot of new things for you. Going to all sorts of places you used to go with me.”
I didn’t understand what he implied. “We’re the same we’ve always been,” I explained.