by C. S. Gunn
“My best friend, Aly, forced me out.” I give him a small smile, embarrassed that I sound so lame.
“Well, I’m glad she did.” He gives me a sexy crooked smile. “Do you want to go back out and dance?”
“Okay, I’m not very good at the whole dancing thing, but the alcohol has made it easier to not care.” I laugh.
He grabs my hand. “Come on. I’ll teach you.”
We dance for a few songs, I’m actually having a really good time, Jake is a fantastic dancer and has been showing me some moves. A slower song starts to play….thank you lord! I’m all sweaty and panting. I probably look gross. He presses his body against mine and his lips to my ear. “You don’t dance nearly as bad as you think. I think you move like you’re fucking. It’s sexy as hell.” I feel something hard against my stomach.
“Uh, um…thank you?”
“You wanna get out of here and go to a less populated place? My car is parked out back.” He grinds his erection against me. His car? Is he for real?
“No, I don’t think so. I can’t leave Aly and I’m not really into sleeping with guys I don’t know.” Or any guys for that matter, but nobody needs to know that.
He pulls me tighter, one hand squeezing my ass and the other palming my breast. “Come on baby, I’ll have you back before she even notices you’re gone. We’ve been having fun, haven’t we? And the way you’ve been moving that body, I know you want it. Let me give you a night you won’t forget.”
“I said no. Let go of me!” I try to pull away.
He grabs me tighter. “You’ve been teasing me all night making me hard as fuck. I think you owe me. You won’t regret it I promise.” He leans in and tries to kiss me.
“I said let go you asshole.” I slap him as hard as I can.
“You little bitch.” He reaches down and grabs me in my most private place while his other hand goes around my neck. “What would you do if I just took it, huh? I could drag you out to the alley and fuck you against the wall right now. I bet a little tease like you would love that.” He sneers.
I knee him in his crotch and back up quickly. Aly comes running over in a panic. “Are you ok? What did this asshole do?”
“Just wouldn’t take no for an answer. Can we get out of here, please?”
“Of course.” She puts her arm around me. Looking over at Jake she says through clenched teeth, “If you come near my friend again, I’ll tie you up and skin your dick. You hear me?”
“Fuck off. You two are some crazy bitches.” He manages to get out as he’s clutching his balls.
As soon as we get into the car Aly looks me over. “Are you sure you’re ok, Aspen?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. He just seemed like such a nice, normal guy….this is why I don’t date anymore.” I sighed.
“I’m sorry, that guy was an ass. But don’t count out the whole gender.”
“I think I’m done with guys. I’m going to become a lesbian…or a cat lady.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, you’re allergic to cats and you barley touch your own vagina.”
I laugh. “How would you know?”
“Our walls are paper thin, believe me, I would know. Let’s get you home.” She starts the car and shifts it in gear.
“Actually, I think I need another drink. Know of any good bars? No dance clubs.” I give her a stern look.
“There’s one close to here. Kind of a dive, but I heard the alcohol is cheap and the bartenders are sinfully hot.”
“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Hey, I can look.”
Ten minutes later we pull into the parking lot of The Asylum….odd name, but who am I to judge. We walk into the door and I take a look around, it’s a dive alright. The bar looks like it’s a hundred years old, the tables are chipped, the pool table is faded and stained, and one of the beer signs behind the bar is blinking. It’s busy in here though, and not the classiest of crowds either. The men look like outlaw bikers, and the women look like they except money for sexual favors. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.” I grab Aly’s arm.
“Don’t be a baby. I’ll be with you the whole time, you’ll be fine. Come on, let’s get a drink.”
“Fine, lead the way Miss Bossy.”
“Don’t sass me, you wanted to go to a bar and here we are, now come on.” She pulls me behind her. Ugh, why is she so damn strong?
We get seated at the bar and I look up and see the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my twenty five years of life. The rumors Aly heard are true, he’s sinfully sexy and I can’t look away. He’s staring back at me with the most intense blue eyes. His black hair is completely out of place like he’s ran his hands through it repeatedly, making him look like a wild animal. The t-shirt he has on does nothing to hide his muscles, he looks like he’s been chiseled out of marble, and from what I can tell, he’s covered in tattoos. I suddenly feel hot and my core clenches. I imagine tracing each line with my tongue. Do the tattoo lines go all the way to his….what the hell is wrong with me? I don’t even know his name and he looks like he could eat me alive. He walks toward us and I lose my breath, I bite my lip to prevent the gasp that is threatening to escape. This should be interesting. Maybe I should run.
Chapter Three
Stone
Ilook up from pouring a shot for a guy that’s probably had more than enough, and my eye is caught by this insanely gorgeous woman walking through the door. There’s a familiarity about her, but I know I’ve never seen her before. I would remember a face like that, and I would definitely remember that body. She has long brown hair that makes you want to run your fingers through it, and curves that would make a man kill just for one touch. She puts all the other girls in here to shame. Fuck, she puts every other girl to shame period. She crosses the floor and takes a seat at the end of the bar. She looks up and her eyes focus on me. She’s even more beautiful up close, her eyes are a stunning green. As I walk toward her she bites her bottom lip. My cock twitches….I can’t help but wonder what those pouty lips would look like stretched around my hardening dick. She looks scared….she should be.
“What can I get you?” I ask.
“A dirty martini please.” She says in a soft voice.
“This place does dirty but not martinis.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Are you telling me you aren’t going to make me a drink? What kind of bar is this?” Her voice hardens, and it has me smiling.
“What I’m telling you is we don’t serve martinis. You get a shot or a beer. As for the kind of bar this is, maybe it’s not the right one for you, sweetheart.”
She clenches her jaw. “I’ll show you sweetheart. Give me a shot of your best whiskey, and make it a double.”
“Are you sure you can handle it? You don’t look the type” I arch an eyebrow.
“Of course I’m sure. Just bring the damn shot.” She spits out. Fuck she’s even sexier when she’s pissed.
“I’ll have one too.” The red head she came in with says.
“Okay, two double shots of whiskey coming up.”
I set the shots down in front of the girls a moment later. Not taking her eyes off of me, the hot girl in the red sweater throws back the shot. Instantly she starts coughing….little girl bit off more than she can chew. But to her credit, she didn’t spit any of it out. “Well, you showed me.” I chuckle.
“You know what, I’ll have another.” She glares at me.
“Are you sure? You don’t drink, like ever, and that’s some strong shit, Aspen.” Red says.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve had a rough night, and now this asshole bartender thinks that he can treat me like I don’t belong here and act like a….a….well an asshole.” She huffs. She’s cute, she can’t even insult me right. She definitely doesn’t belong here.
“Okay, well I’ll just have a beer. That stuff was too much for me.” At least Red knows her limit.
I grab Red a beer and another shot for Aspen….fuck, even her name is sexy. “Here you go ladies.” I watch
as Aspen hesitates before taking her shot.
“Oh my God!” she says with a shiver. “That stuff is worse the second time around!”
Laughing I pour her another. “Are you ready to admit defeat, or do you want another?”
She takes the shot. “No defeat here.” She’s starting to slur a little. “Give me another!”
“How about a beer? I think you’ve had enough shots.”
“I’ve only had three.”
“No, they were doubles, so you’ve had six.” Her friend tells her.
“Six? Well shit. A beer it is then.”
“Don’t worry, I’m still impressed.” I smile handing her a beer.
“Who said I wanted to impress you?” She rolls her eyes. “Come on, Aly. Let’s go sit at that open table over there.” She grabs her friend and drags her off. I watch her plump ass sway as she walks toward the table….my cock stirs at the thought of that ass bouncing as I thrust into her…I need to get a grip, this girl couldn’t handle what I’d do to her.
Aspen and her friend order a few more beers and they look like they’re having a really good time. I can hear her laughing and it’s the most amazing fucking sound I’ve ever heard. I see Ashe enter the bar, twenty minutes late for his shift of course. But for the first time I don’t mind, in fact, I kind of wish he didn’t show up at all. He walks over with a look in his eyes, one I know too well…he’s spotted the girls. “Who’s the two knockouts over there? Damn.” He says adjusting his junk.
“Leave them alone, they don’t need you perving around them.”
He sees me eyeing Aspen and points. “You into that one?” He has no idea. My thoughts, and eyes, haven’t left her since she walked in.
“No. And she isn’t your type either.”
“What exactly is my type?” He cocks his head to the side like a confused dog.
“Slutty. She doesn’t belong in a place like this, being hit on by guys like us, so keep your dick in check.”
“Guys like you maybe.” He walks over to her table, ignoring everything I just said…I like Ashe, but really want to punch his face in right now.
I can’t hear what they’re saying to each other but I hear her laughing with him and I feel anger wash over me….why do I care? I don’t even know her. I see her reach out and touch his forearm and I almost jump over the bar and tackle him. “Keep calm Stone, you have no claim over her.” I tell myself. Ashe makes his way back to me with that stupid grin on his face.
“What?” He says with his hands up as I glare at him.
“Did you ask her out?” I clench my fists, trying not to let my voice sound too bitter.
“No, I just went over there to piss you off. She’s cute, but she was too sweet for my blood.” I relax a little. “I did hit on the redhead though, she’s fucking hot. She says she’s already taken.”
“Since when does that stop you?”
“Who said it was going to? But she’s kind of drunk right now and my shift just started so convincing her will have to wait.”
The girls have been here a few hours, and I still can’t keep my eyes off of Aspen. Every once in a while I catch her glancing over at me before she quickly looks away, she doesn’t think I notice, but there’s nothing I haven’t noticed about her since she’s walked in. The way her hips move when she dances to one of the horrible songs she’s been playing, the little dimple that appears on her right cheek when she smiles, or the way she tucks the same strand of hair behind her ear every few minutes….every move this girl makes is sexier than the last, and she doesn’t even realize it.
She finishes her beer and gets up from the table to stumble over to the bar. “Two more beers bar keep!” Bar keep? Yeah, she’s drunk.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?”
“I’ll let you know when I’ve had enough.” She hiccups…fuck she’s adorable.
“You’ve definitely had enough.” I grin.
Hiccup. “I’ve been trying really hard all night to not look at you. You’re scary and you have muscles, and pretty eyes, and ‘I just got fucked’ hair. How can you be sexy and scary?” Hiccup. There’s a good chance she won’t remember any of this.
“Let me get you an Uber okay?” What I really want is to take her upstairs, but she’s too drunk. I may be an asshole, but I’d never take advantage of a girl like that.
“Yeah, I think I need to go home before I get alcohol poisoning!” Her friend yells our direction.
“Fine, I guess we should be getting home.” She says, almost as if she’s trying to convince herself.
About five minutes later the Uber driver arrives and I walk the girls outside. There’s no way I was letting them come out here alone this time of night.
“Will my car be okay?” Aly asks.
“Yeah, I live upstairs so nobody will touch it.” I assure her.
“Cool, thanks.” She climbs in the car.
“We didn’t pay for our drinks.” Aspen says still standing, and swaying, next to me.
“On the house.”
“Thank you for getting the Uber…and the alcohol.”
“Sure. Next time maybe just beer for you though.”
“Who says there’s going to be a next time?” She attempts to step closer to me but only stumbles forward, her body slamming into mine. I close my arms around her small frame…I tell myself it’s just to steady her, but I really just want to hold her against me. She looks up at me with her innocent eyes…damn she’s breathtaking.
I lean my head down and her eyes widen. With my lips only inches apart from hers, I raise my hand to cup her cheek and rub my thumb just under her eye. “Goodnight, Aspen” I whisper. Reluctantly, I release her. I see a mixture of relief and disappointment spread across her face as she enters the car. She felt so good against my body. I didn’t want to let her go. I want to know what she felt like pressed against me skin to skin. Part of me hopes she comes back, and the other part hopes she’s smart enough to stay away. Adjusting my hard shaft to a more comfortable position, I head back inside to finish the night.
After Ashe and I close the bar I head up to my apartment. I can’t get Aspen out of my mind. I’ve been distracted since I first saw her. I lay down on my bed and attempt to go to sleep but sleep doesn’t come. I decide to clean my apartment, it needs it and I need to keep myself busy before I go crazy. I get all the beer bottles picked up, the laundry done, every surface wiped down, and the trash taken to the dumpster behind the bar. Once the cleaning is finished I hop in the shower to wash the grime of the day off of me. As I stand under the warm spray my thoughts drift to Aspen again. I fist my cock and slowly start stroking. The damn thing has been hard since the first moment I looked into her eyes. I imagine that her fuckable lips are around my shaft and I see her big green eyes looking up at me. I jerk myself faster and slam my other hand against the tiled shower wall. I think about how tight her pussy is and how it would feel to be inside her, thrusting from behind watching her perfect ass jiggle as she calls my name. The thought of sinking into her makes me fuck my hand harder and faster. I’ve never been so hard, and she’s not even here. I think of slamming her against the wall, driving into her with everything I have, fucking her like the animal I am. I picture myself tasting her, licking every inch of her, drinking her sweet nectar. I feel my balls tighten and I come harder than I ever have before. Chanting her name like it’s a prayer through my climax.
I enter my bedroom and throw on some sweat pants before getting into bed. My thoughts are still on Aspen, sweet sexy as fuck Aspen. I’ll see her again, and I’ll have her begging me to take her. Just for one night she’ll be mine. That’s all I need. Finally darkness claims me and I know tonight, my dreams belong to her.
Chapter Four
Aspen
Shit my head hurts. “Aly, where’s the ibuprofen?” I ask from her bedroom door.
“Shhhhh! Why are you sooo loud?” She covers her face with her pillow, so dramatic. “I think it’s on the fridge.”
I shou
ld not have taken those shots last night. I vaguely remember leaving the bar. Last time I drank like this I was in college. I should have learned my lesson then.
I find the ibuprofen on top of the refrigerator and pop two in my mouth then gulp down enough water to practically drown myself….what I need now is a whole pot of coffee. All of a sudden a memory comes flooding back. “Oh my God!”
Aly comes running into the kitchen. “What happened? What’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself? Did you see a spider?”
“No, I just remembered that I was trying to act seductive and fell into that bartender. I’m never drinking again.” I’m absolutely mortified. What was I thinking?
“So, it’s only your pride that’s hurt? Good to know. Now be quiet.” She turns to go back to bed only to stop and turn around again. “And don’t think I won’t laugh about this when I feel better, because it’s hilarious.”
“I’m sure you will.” I shake my head.
“I need to go get my car. That’s a shitty part of town and it’s already been there overnight.” She says rubbing her temples.
“I’ll go get it after I down some coffee and take a shower.” I heard that moving around helps the hangover go away faster, I hope the rumors are true.
“Are you sure? What if you see Stone?”
“Who’s Stone?”
“That bartender you fell into. At least that’s what another customer called him.” Stone, from what I can remember, that name definitely fits him.
“I’ll be ok. I’ll just jump in the car as fast as I can, he won’t even know I’m there.” Part of me hopes he notices me….I can’t figure out why, I don’t even know him.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to just go?”
“No, it’s okay. You want coffee? I’m going to make some before I go shower.”
“Absolutely, none of that sweet stuff though.” Yeah, she’s definitely hungover. Aly loves her coffee as sweet as she can get it.
After we polish of the entire pot of coffee, I shower and brush my teeth. I throw on a little makeup and pull on my yellow sundress. I’m finally starting to feel like myself again. I grab my jean jacket and head to the living room.
