by Piper Rayne
After a few more rounds, I notice our bodies are pressed tightly together. She hasn’t pulled away and I like feeling her against me. Every time she moves, I smell the coconut of her shampoo and my eyes drift down the top of her dress—hey, I’m a man—and Short Stack has the nicest fucking tits around. Both Drew and Rusty catch me, multiple times, but each time they raise their eyebrows suggestively.
Leaning back, I watch Reese animatedly recount a story about one of the kids in her class who, for show-and-tell, tells a story about LEGO pieces and his cousin’s butt and pooping bricks. We all laugh when she’s finished and I notice that it’s her leaning into me this time.
It’s like all of a sudden, we are drawn to one another, like moths to a flame…and that’s the perfect analogy for us. We burn hot around each other, but it’s not in a sexy fun way, it’s in a fiery inferno kind of way, ready to engulf us at any moment. It could be the beers and the shots talking, but I don’t care if I get burned.
After Reese’s story, Rusty drags Drew to the dance floor, leaving us alone. It’s silent between us, except for our loud heavy breathing. It’s awkward and stilted. “Can you let me out, please?”
“Huh?” I ask, her words not registering as I’m too busy admiring her beauty.
“Can you move, please? I need the bathroom.”
“Ohh, right. Yeah. Sure.” I’m babbling but Reese doesn’t seem to notice.
Shuffling out of the booth, I watch her as she heads toward the restrooms. A few moments later, she returns and before she sits down, she reaches over to grab the food menu from the caddy. She gives me a glorious view down the top of her dress. My eyes drift down her sexy body and my gaze lingers. She stands back up and reads the menu. “I’m going to order something to eat.” She peruses the menu. “You want anything? I’m thinking loaded cheese fries.”
Standing up, I hear her say cheese fries and I grunt. I’m not in a fries mood, I’d prefer wings and the wings here are great, especially with beer so it’s win/win. “Really? All that grease and fat, why—” But I don’t get the finish my sentence. She spins around, her face red with anger. She flicks her hand out and it collides with my balls. For a little thing, she sure has a wicked right hook.
Doubling over, I hold my balls. Lifting my gaze to her, I growl, “What the fuck is wrong with you? You just decked me in the balls!”
11
Reese
My eyes widen when I realize that due to my height, I just hit Jesse in the balls and not his stomach. He’s doubled over and groaning in agony. I know what it’s like when you smash your vag bone, I presume it’s much like getting hit in the balls. I’m about to apologize, when he yells at me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? You just decked me in the balls!”
“It was an accident!” I shout back.
“Accidentally on purpose,” he sneers and mumbles something else under his breath, but I can’t quite hear it. From the look on his face right now, I know it was something snarky about me. That’s the final straw and I explode, “You’re a fucking dick, Jesse Thornton.”
“And you, Short Stack, are a stuck-up sexy bitch.”
“Did you just call me a bitch?” Resting my hands on my hips, I glare up at Jesse.
“If the shoe fits.”
“Gah, you are so frustrating.”
“Says the frustrating one, Short Stack,” he snaps back at me.
“Stop fucking calling me, Short Stack!” I screech.
“These two just need to fuck already,” my soon-to-be ex-best friend mumbles to her husband from behind me.
Jesse and I snap our gazes over to Drew and Rusty. “Don’t make me kill you too,” I snap at her. “Planning one murder is enough,” I murmur to myself, but it clearly was louder than I anticipated.
“Case in point, you’re a bitch. It’s a shame your sexy exterior surrounds such a horrible person.”
“Says the horrible person. You’ve been nothing but a jackass to me since forever.”
“How so?” he says, curiously looking at me. The intensity of his gaze causing my body to shiver, a vast difference to how I feel about him mentally.
“Where do I begin?”
“The beginning is always a good start,” he sneers.
Taking a deep breath, I step toward him. His cologne hits me and something stirs within, heating my already thrumming skin. My body is buzzing with hatred for the man before me, yet my blood and traitorous vagina, thrum with desire. Lifting my gaze, I stare up at him. His intense blue eyes stare down at me. My eyes drop to his lips. Lips I suddenly want pressed against mine. Against my skin, my breasts, my clit. I want his lips, and tongue, all over my body.
“Well?” he snarls, the sound of his voice snaps my attention back to the present and away from my dirty thoughts.
“Well what?” I say, stepping back from him, his presence unsettling me.
“You were going to explain how I’m an asshole.”
“Jackass, not asshole.”
“Same, same,” he retorts, angering me further.
“Okay, I’ll tell you why you’re a jackass,” I emphasize the word jackass. “You’ve taunted and teased me since school. You hit my car. You took my job. You just called me fat. You won the bake-off—“
“This is over a fucking baking competition?”
“It’s more than that.”
“You really are delusional, Reese.” He steps toward me, once again invading my space and causing me to lean back to stare up at him. I hate being short, I think to myself, as I rake my eyes up his chest to his face. Staring into his eyes, I notice his gaze raking over me. His eyes are hooded and eating me up. His reaction is totally confusing right now. “You need—”
“Need what?” I breathlessly interrupt him. His presence is doing things to me right now. Sexy things and I shouldn’t be wanting them, especially with him.
He squats down to my height, his breath hot on my skin causing it to break out in goosebumps. He leans into my ear and whispers, “You need to be fucked good and hard, Short Stack. You need me, no want me, to strip you out of this sexy little dress.” He slides his finger down the strap and across my collarbone. “Then you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue and fingers until you are a wriggling, wanton mess. The most intense orgasm of your life will detonate and you’ll be screaming my name for everyone in town to hear. Once you’ve gained composure, you’ll push me to my back, straddle me, and sink yourself onto my cock. Gripping your tits in your hands, you’ll massage them and you’ll ride me until you come harder than when you came on my tongue and fingers.”
Swallowing deeply, my cheeks darken at the scenario he just laid out. My panties are saturated. My clit pulsating between my thighs. My body thrumming at his words. My breathing labored. I stare up at him confused. He’s cool and calm, the compete opposite to my aroused and agitated state.
“Cat got your tongue?” he teases, and instantly any desire and want I felt for this man evaporates.
“You’re a jackass,” is all I mange to say, my brain mush right now. Shoving him in the chest, I step around him, and race out of the bar. My emotions are all over the place.
Stepping outside, I walk down the side of the building. Leaning against the brick wall, I realize I’m panting and breathing heavily. Closing my eyes, I think about everything Jesse just said to me. I groan in frustration when I realize he’s right. Fucking jackass. I do want everything he said…and I think I want it with him.
12
Jesse
Looking over, I’m met with an open-mouthed and stunned Drew and Rusty, I smile and wonder if they heard everything that just went down. Going by the fact Drew is speechless right now, I’m betting, yes, they heard every word. Nodding at them, I turn on my heel and race out of BB’s. I want, no need, to talk with Reese; she’s not getting away from me this time. I want, no need, to find out how she feels too because this woman has invaded my heart, mind, and soul. And if I’m honest, I want it all with her. I want with he
r what Rusty and Drew have.
Stepping outside, I look around the parking lot and find Reese leaning against the building. Her head is back. Her eyes closed. She looks an angel glowing in the moonlight. With the vision before me and my words from what I said inside playing on a loop in my mind, my dick is harder than steel right now. Standing here, I take her in, she really is gorgeous…until she opens her mouth that is, but after tonight; I’m not letting her get away. There’s something between us, and tonight, we will face it head on.
Storming over, I grab her around the waist and pull her into me. Before she has a chance to hit me in the balls—again—I spin and press her up against the wall, cocooning her body with mine. Staring down at her, I notice her pupils are dilated. Her breathing is ragged, as she swallows deeply and continues to stare up at me. Lifting my hands, I grip her cheeks in my palms, lean down, and press my lips to hers. She’s frozen. I begin to think kissing her is a mistake, that is until she throws her arms around my neck, pulling me into her to deepen the kiss. Her tongue slips into my mouth, sliding against mine.
This kiss is full of hate but at the same time, it’s heated and carnal. It perfectly sums up Reese and me.
She lifts her leg and wraps it around me, grinding herself onto my thigh, she moans into our kiss. The sound vibrating through my body. My cock hardening further between us.
“Jesse,” she murmurs against my lips. “Please,” she begs then she pushes on my chest, breaking the connection between us. She stares up at me, her chest rapidly rising. “What the hell was that?” she breathlessly pants.
“A kiss,” I say, resting my palms on the wall beside her head. Trapping her between me and the building.
“I know that, but why?” she snaps, “Why would you kiss me? You think I’m fat. You hate me. You—”
Shaking my head, I interrupt, “I don’t hate you, Reese. Or think you’re fat.” Cupping her cheek in my palm, I rub my thumb along the apple of her cheek. “I—”
She shakes her head side to side, and pushes me back, “I…we…I can’t do this, Jesse.” She ducks under my arm and races back into BB’s. Leaving me standing alone in the parking lot with a rock-hard cock.
A hand squeezes my shoulder and I startle. Looking over, I see Rusty. “Don’t give up on her, Jesse.”
“Are you serious right now? She hates me and thinks I hate her.”
“It’s not you, per se.”
“Then what is it?”
“I don’t know but, Jesse, you’re exactly what she needs. Just maybe tone back on the jackassness.” He pauses, and stares at me. I squirm at the scrutiny in his gaze. “You really like her, don’t you?”
Nodding my head, I smile. “Yeah, I think I do.”
“Well, go back in there and tell her that.”
“What if she decks my balls again?”
“If she’s worth another whack to the jewels, then there’s your answer.”
I laugh and grin back at him. “She is. She really is.”
“Good, now get back in there. Win the girl and win me a hundred bucks.”
“You and Drew bet on us?”
“Yep. Drew bet that you’d wimp out, leave, and piss Reese off even more. I said you’ll man up and get the girl.”
“You have that much faith in me? In us?”
“Yep…I work with the two of you and I have eyes. I see the looks you two give each other when you think no one is looking.”
“She looks at me with hate.”
“No, my friend, she doesn’t. She looks at you the way Drew looked at me when we first started dating. With little Cupids floating about, shooting arrows of love around the place.”
“She doesn’t look at me like that.”
“Maybe not right now, but I assure you, she does.”
“Bullshit,” I scoff in reply.
“Yes, shit. Now go in there and fix this.”
“How?”
“Ask her to dance and go from there.”
“You really think a dance will fix this?”
“If that kiss I just saw is anything to go by, then fuck yes it will.”
Nodding my head, I follow Rusty back into BB’s. When we walk over to the booth, Drew looks shocked to see me but her shock morphs into a megawatt smile.
“God, you make me sick the way you look at your husband,” Reese tells her best friend, unaware I’m standing here too.
“I’m not smiling at that,” she tells her. Drew leans across the table, grips Reese’s chin, and turns her head toward me.
“Hi,” I say, like a doofus.
“Hi,” she shyly says back.
“Would you like to dance?”
13
Reese
Those five words shock me, he wants to dance? With me? After I ran away for him? After I decked him in the balls? Clearly that pain is making him do weird things; like kissing the life out of me and now asking me to dance. After my brush-off/freak-out, I was sure he’d leave but as usual, Jesse Thornton shocks the shit out of me.
“Okay,” I say, surprising myself that I said yes.
He offers me his hand and we walk toward the dance floor, it’s in between songs right now, and it’s dead silent as we wait for the next song. “Need You Now” by Lady Antebellum begins to play. Jesse spins me around and pulls me into him. He rests one hand on my lower back and holds my other hand in between us. I wrap my arm around his shoulder, close my eyes, and rest my head on his chest. My body fits against his perfectly, it’s as if we were made from the same cookie cutter. Which is funny since I’m five foot nothing and he’s a giant six foot whatever, but size aside, we fit and it all feels right.
We sway to the music, and everything around me fades away, it’s just us and Lady Antebellum. His heart is racing, much like mine is. This moment is perfect. Opening my eyes, I realize “The Gamber” by Kenny Rogers is now playing and our swaying is no longer in time with the music. Lifting my head, I glance up at Jesse. He’s staring down at me. Something passes between us, so I lift to my tippy-toes and he lowers his head. Our lips press together for a sweet and sensual kiss.
Breaking the connection, I stare into his eyes. “Thank you for the dance…and the kiss.”
“My pleasure, Reese.” His voice is soft and it vibrates through my body. My skin coming alive.
We both fall silent. It's not awkward. I don't want this moment to end, that is until Jesse says, “I think I’m gonna head home.” I deflate at his words. “Can I escort you home?”
“I came with Drew and Rusty.” Looking over to the booth, I find it empty. Turning back to Jesse, I shrug. “Guess I do need an escort after all.”
He takes my hand in his and we walk over to the booth and grab my things. This about-face is confusing but at the same time, I feel content and happy. I follow Jesse out of the bar and we wait in line for the courtesy van, a new service offered to help reduce the number of DUI’s around town.
The night air is chilly and I shiver, Jesse drapes his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his side. His warmth envelops me and I find myself liking being in his embrace. A smile graces my face.
“I love when you smile like that.”
“I like smiling like this.”
Our moment is interrupted when the courtesy van pulls up. The people ahead of us climb in, when it gets to Jesse and me there is only one seat left. “I can wait with you for the next one.”
“No, it's cold out. You go now.”
“Are you sure?”
He nods his head. “Yes, I’m sure.”
“Okay,” I say.
Slipping out from under his arm, I walk toward the bus but before I climb in, I turn around and kiss his cheek. “Thanks for a lovely night.” I step up into the van and close the door behind me.
I’m the first one dropped off, and I’m thankful for that because someone had horrendous body odor. As soon as I step out, I take a deep nonsmelly breath and head inside. Changing into my flannel pajamas, I climb into bed, and stare at the ceiling.
I think about Jesse and all that eventuated this evening. We went from one extreme to the next and back again. Now I’m confused. Jesse isn’t the arrogant ass I’ve made him out to be. Underneath it all, he’s a sweet and caring guy. I can actually see myself settling down with him. Now that we have crossed this line into whatever this is, I don't know what to do. I lie awake for hours wondering, where we go from here?
14
Jesse
Last night was not what I expected. I was hoping to call a truce with Reese, I didn’t expect to explode like I did. And I certainly didn’t expect to make out with her, but in the moment, all I could think about was pressing my lips to hers. If we hadn’t of been in public, I would have fucked her. And now, that’s all I can think about.
After tossing and turning for hours, I decide to get up and go for a run. Cranking the tunes on my iPod, I close the front door behind me and put one foot in front of the other. I run for a good hour and a half, when I arrive back home I’m all sweaty and panting…and I find myself still thinking about Reese and sliding my cock deep inside of her, seeing her cheeks darken with arousal, and hearing her scream my name as she climaxes.
So much for a run clearing my head.
Once inside, I grab a glass of water and head into my room. Stripping off my running gear, I hop into the shower. Closing my eyes, I drop my head back and let the water wash over me. With a sigh, I open my eyes and pump some bodywash into my palm. When I wash my dick, it hardens from my touch. Gripping my shaft in my hand I begin to pump up and down, squeezing my dick tighter and tighter with each pump. Sooner than I would ever admit, I spray cum all over the shower wall with a grunt, groaning Reese’s name as I do. My eyes snap open when I realize I called out her name, I’ve never called out anyone’s name before.
