Fight Me(20)

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It’s been two weeks since Erin and I shared that unforgettable kiss in her doorway. I’ve been doing everything I can think of to get her out of my head. I might be able to buy her I’m-not-interested-in-you bit if it weren’t for the intensity of that kiss. So, I’ve decided to go to Jack’s on this particular Saturday night and maybe take someone home with me. Nothing helps get your mind off your troubles more than mindless no-strings attached sex.

Gabe’s manning the bar when I get there and order a beer. James and a few other guys are already here and back by the pool tables, so I head towards the back to hang out for a bit.

“Hey, man. What’s up?” James asks.

“Not too much. How’s it going?”

“Good. Is Maddox coming up?”

“I sent him a text, but I doubt it. He won’t take his balls out of Avery’s purse long enough to come up here,” I say which makes James and Collin laugh.

“You guys up for some pool?” I ask as I head to the pool table to wrack the balls.

“You bet,” James says.

After a couple of games, James catches my attention. “Dude, check out the hotties that just walked in.”

I look up towards the door and notice four very pretty girls walk in and stroll up to the bar. The four girls order their fancy, fruity drinks and turn to survey the Saturday night crowd. When they see our small group in back, they start to make their way towards us.

“Evening, ladies. How’s it going tonight?” I ask. They all reply in their best, flirty voice. The brunette in back walks up towards me. She’s definitely a looker. She has straight long brown hair, brown eyes, and legs a mile long. She’s tall and lean, and her chest is practically spilling out of her top. All things I love in a woman.

“I’m Lauren. What’s your name?” she purrs at me with a sexy look in her eyes.

“Jake.”

“Well, Jake. Do you have plans this evening?”

“Nope.”

“What do you say we head out and get to know each other somewhere else a little more private?” Lauren is batting her long – and probably fake - eye lashes at me as I reach for my coat. This is just what I need to get my mind off of a certain redhead.

“Absolutely.” I turn back towards James who is in the thick of his own babe-heaven, and throw him a wave. As I guide Lauren through the crowd towards the door, I can’t help the extra spring in my step. This is exactly what I need.

Stepping out into the cold air on the street, Lauren links her arm in my own. The feeling of a woman touching me, rubbing up against me like a cat used to make me hornier than hell. Knowing that we are leaving to go have hot, and hopefully very sweaty, sex used to be a huge turn on. But right now, I have this feeling I can’t describe come over me. Now that she’s touching me, I don’t really want her to.

As we approach my truck, I start to slow down like my feet now weigh a hundred pounds each. I’m practically shuffling along feeling weighed down by my own traitorous body. Lauren stands outside of my truck, waiting for me to open the door. I want to open the door, but my body has a mind of its own and won’t do it.

“Are you ready?” Lauren purrs against my side.

“Uhh, yeah. Let’s go,” I say as I throw my passenger side door open. Lauren slides in but doesn’t stop at the passenger seat. She slides right on over to the middle to ride ‘bitch’.

As I walk around the front of the truck, I give myself a pep-talk and try to pinpoint what the hell is going on with me. Lauren is beautiful with long legs, long hair, and is eager to jump into my bed for a one-night stand. And yet, I’m thinking of dozens of reasons of why I should just take her back inside and head home. Alone. What the hell?

I climb in and throw the truck in gear. “Where to?” I ask as I get ready to pull out into the street.

“How about your place? I’m not close.”

Do I want to take her to my house? Not really, but what other choice do I have? “Sure. Let’s go.”

The entire ride to my house, Lauren is rubbing my thigh with her long, boney fingers. Normally, I think fingers are sexy, especially as they grip a hold of certain parts of my body, but hers are just boney with long fake fingernails. She’s babbling on about working out – or something – and I have a hard time focusing on what she’s saying. All I can think about is what I’m about to do at my house. Since when is sex with a beautiful woman supposed to be torture? But that’s what this feels like. Torture.

When we pull in, I find myself unable to get out of my truck. Lauren takes that as meaning the party is starting right here. She practically throws herself on my lap and starts kissing me, hands wandering up and down my chest.