The Shots On Goal Series Box Set

by Kristen Hope Mazzola

  I stalked over to the motorcycle, throwing my leg over and wrapping my arms around his waist. “Nice bike.”

  “Thanks, but you need to put this on.” He handed me his helmet over his shoulder.

  “What about you?” I asked as I fastened the strap under my chin.

  “If we’re not going far, I’m not worried about it.”

  “Just up the road. Feel like a beer and some darts?” It wasn’t like we had a lot of options for places to go in our small town, and being in a familiar place was going to relax me a hell of a lot.

  “Sounds perfect to me.” He kicked the kickstand and we were off to Got the Shaft.

  After a short ride, we walked into the smoky bar. Rhonda raised an eyebrow from the other end, dramatically mouthing, “Who’s that?”

  I waved it off, yelling, “Hey Rhonda, two beers please.”

  Griffin pulled my stool out for me and helped me up onto it. “Thanks.”

  “This place is awesome.” He was looking around the rundown dive of a watering hole.

  Rhonda set two longnecks down in front of us. “Twice in two days, I can’t believe my luck.” She smiled at me.

  “Rhonda, this is Griffin.” They shook hands. “My dad and I used to come here when I was a kid. It’s kind of like my second home.”

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Rhonda.” Griffin was so polite and chivalrous—I could definitely get used to that.

  “Holler if you need anything else, kids.” Rhonda scurried off to talk to patrons not too far down the bar from us.

  “So, come here often?” Griffin turned to me.

  “As often as I can.”

  Silence fell between us. I didn’t know how to keep the conversation moving. I didn’t know what we should talk about.

  I cleared my throat. “So, boxing? How’d you get into that?”

  He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, when I was a kid, my dad tried to get me to follow in his footsteps and play hockey, but that was a bust. The next sport he got me into was boxing, and it all clicked, I guess.”

  As he explained, I took a second to take in his features—the short beard that covered his jawline, his bright blue eyes, the tattoos that covered his entire right arm, how his muscles filled out his t-shirt ever so nicely.

  “Did you always want to be a mechanic?” he asked, and I snapped out of my gawking, hoping he hadn’t caught me staring at him.

  “I used to help my dad fix up old cars in our spare time. It was his hobby, and I just took it one step further. It helps me feel closer to him in some small way.”

  “That’s really amazing. Don’t see a lot of chicks doing what you do. I like that.” He shot me a crooked smile that melted my panties on the spot.

  “It’s challenging sometimes. Men don’t take kindly to women knowing more about engines than they do. Makes them uneasy.”

  “I can’t even imagine how much flak you have to put up with.”

  “Add in the fact that I am a young shop owner, and forget about it. I’m lucky most of people in this town know how good with cars my old man was and have learned to trust me over the years.”

  “I’m sorry for just barging in on you this morning like I did.” His eyes were looking everywhere but mine.

  I put my hand on his shoulder, more for myself than to comfort him. I needed to feel him, needed to make sure he was real and not something my brain had conjured to bring me solace. “I honestly am so glad you did it the way you did.”

  Griffin shifted a little, scooting his seat closer to mine. “Yeah? Are you just saying that?”

  “No. If you had called or beat around the bush about it or something, I probably would have told you to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine and hid from reality in my little bubble.”

  Griffin put his hand on my knee as he sighed. “I get that. Well, then thanks for hearing me out.”

  “Don’t mention it. So, how’d you find me?” I had been curious about it all damn day.

  “I figured out who my donor was by reading all the papers and shit from the day I had my surgery. That was the easy part. Then my sister-in-law and our friend convinced me a few weeks ago, on my birthday that I needed to seek you out to get some closure. A PI helped me put the missing pieces together, and here I am.”

  “I’m glad you did.”

  “So what is the deal with Shaw?” Griffin’s shoulders were tense as he chewed on his lip.

  “Well, to ease your mind, Shaw is gay and has been my best friend since I can remember.”

  Griff let out a long breath as his back and shoulders relaxed. “I was just curious.”

  “Uh huh. I’m sure you were.” I playfully shoved his shoulder as his cheeks turned red.

  “Hey, Olive?” He started to fidget with the soggy napkin under his beer.

  “Yeah?”

  “So, I know this all may be weird…” He kept fighting for the words as his face and neck got red. “But I just wanna show you the respect of being completely honest with you. I haven’t ever felt a connection with anyone the way that I feel with you right now. I get this overwhelming calm when I am near you, like it’s right where I am supposed to be. God, you must think I am one fry short of a happy meal.”

  I put my hand onto his chest, and electricity shot through my body as I felt his heartbeat quicken. “I completely agree.”

  A loud cough came from behind me. Griff and I both looked at the intruder and I sighed. “Larry, what do you want?”

  He was standing with one foot resting on the rung of the stool next to mine. “Hey, Olive. Who’s your friend?”

  I could feel Griffin tense up next to me as he grabbed my hand. “Griff, meet Larry. We went to school together.”

  I turned to glance at Griffin. His jaw was churning as he nodded. “Hey man, how’re you doing?”

  Larry crossed his arms over his chest, trying to look tough but he just looked like a douche. “Tryin’ to figure out why you’re here with my girl.”

  I laughed out loud immediately. “Get over yourself, Lar. I don’t know how many times I have told you that you’re wasting your damn time.”

  Griffin put his arm around me. “I think the lady has spoken, man.”

  I liked that Griffin was being protective but not freaking out. I could tell he wanted to react a little more to Larry rudely interrupting our night, but he held back.

  I waved to Larry. “See you around. I have a date to get back to.”

  His shoulders deflated as he walked away without another word.

  “Date?” Griffin raised an eyebrow at me.

  I threw my hands in the air. “I really don’t know what else to call this,” She pointed between us before continuing, “and it sound normal.”

  “Touché.”

  We shot the shit for most of the evening, shooting darts, playing pool, drinking beer, and getting to know each other. I knew it wasn’t the dinner Griffin had in mind, but laughing at how terribly he played pool and crushing him at darts felt so natural. It didn’t feel like I was hanging out with a stranger; it felt like a reunion of two long-lost friends.

  “One more shot!” I cried out, running up to the bar where Rhonda was starting to clean up for the night.

  “One more and then we are calling it quits.” Griffin sank down onto the barstool next to me.

  “Don’t tell me you’re turning into a lightweight on me now, Griff,” I slurred, leaning into his side as he wrapped his arm around my waist.

  “Nope, I just want to be able to get us back to your place safely and then find a motel to crash in for the night. It’s getting late.”

  Rhonda poured two shots of chilled Jack for us. “I haven’t seen you smile like that since you were a kid.” She chortled before printing out the bar tab for us.

  “Well, it’s the prettiest damn smile on the planet. We need to figure out how to keep this shit up.” Griffin winked at me before grabbing our shot glasses and handing me mine. “May the best of our past be the worst of our future.”
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  We downed the amber goodness. “Okay, take me home or lose me forever.” I flung my arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

  We said our goodbyes to Rhonda and hopped back onto Griffin’s Harley.

  “Can I drive?” I chirped in his ear as the engine roared to life.

  He shook his head. “Next time, not after a night of drinking.”

  I crossed my arms over my chest. “I ain’t drunk.”

  He laughed. “I promise I will let you drive another time.”

  “Fine.” I gave in, wrapping my arms around his broad body and breathing in the faint smell of whiskey and cologne mixing on his shirt.

  Chapter 10

  Griffin

  Having Olive’s arms wrapped around me as we rode in the still night air was perfect. I damned the fact that we were so close to her place—I really didn’t want the night to end. Pulling into the parking lot, sadness settled in deep.

  “Well, I guess this is goodnight.” I knocked out the kickstand with the toe of my boot and waited for her to get off the bike.

  “You know, I have a couch…that way you don’t have to try to find a place to crash this late at night.” She handed me my helmet and I got up from my seat.

  “You don’t mind?” I knew if I stayed on her couch, I would get to see her again in the morning, and that sounded pretty appealing.

  “Come on. It just makes more sense this way.” She grabbed my hand and led me into the dark garage.

  “Holy hell! Is that a Mach 1?” I stood in awe at the gorgeous Mustang that sat in the back of the garage. The layer of dust on it proved that it had been all but forgotten until that moment.

  “Yeah, it is.” Liv walked over to it, running her finger over the fender. “It was the last car my dad and I worked on together.”

  I could hear her voice shake as she stood there staring at the beautiful display of American muscle. When I put my hand on her shoulder, she shook her head, staring down at the floor before she continued, “It just didn’t feel right. I needed for it to be left exactly how he left it. It just made more sense that way. Ya know?”

  I tucked her small frame into my side, trying to be as comforting as possible. “But, don’t you think he’d want you to finish it?”

  She nodded, leaning her head onto my chest. “Probably. My dad was like that. He wouldn’t want me to hold back on something on his account ever. He wanted me to really take life by the horns. That’s why I started the shop right when I graduated mechanic school. Everyone thought that I was crazy for it, but I poured all of my trust fund into starting this business.”

  “Even your stepmom? What happened to her?” I knew I might have been prying a little too much, but the whiskey was steering the conversation at that point.

  “I see her from time to time. We started drifting apart after I graduated school and her obligation was over. She only had to take care of me for a few years until I was out of the house, and then I was not her problem anymore.”

  I pulled her in tighter, kissing the top of her head. “I can’t imagine that you were ever anyone’s problem.”

  She took in a deep breath. “Well, I felt like I was a reminder that her husband died. I wasn’t her kid, and my mom sure as shit didn’t want anything to do with me or him. She was good to me, don’t get me wrong. Maybe it was more me pushing her away. I don’t really know. But, Shaw’s my family now. It’s him and me against the world, or at least this small town or whatever…I don’t know what I’m saying anymore.” She threw her hands over her face as tears started to cascade down her cheeks. The sight broke my heart. I needed to make her feel better, needed to do something, and the only thing I could think of was to spin her around in my arms and kiss her. It was a soft, sweet, simple kiss.

  She pulled away quickly. “I don’t know…” She bit her lip.

  “Sorry.” I dug my hands into my pockets, taking a few steps back until I was leaning against the old car.

  “No. Fuck.” She grabbed my shirt, pulling me down to her. Olive’s lips crashed into mine as I grabbed her hair, and I pulled her into me as closely as I could get her. I was hungry to taste her, know her, feel her. A low moan escaped from the back of her throat as her tongue started to explore my mouth.

  Her fingers started to fumble with my belt as I pulled at the bottom of her blouse. After my belt and jeans were unfastened, I lifted her shirt up over her head and saw a thin layer of unlined lace covered her plump breasts. Right as I started to run my fingers over the delicate fabric, Olive dropped to her knees. She tugged at my pants and boxers until they were around my ankles.

  Slowly, she started to lick and suck on the head of my dick as her hand slid up and down the shaft. It had been so long since a chick had gone down on me, I could barely control myself. Watching her head bob and listening to her slurp and moan, I had to think about dead babies and saggy granny boobs to keep from busting too early. It didn’t help that we hadn’t talked about any of this shit beforehand, and I didn’t know if she found it disgusting when a dude came from oral. My mind was swimming as my body started to shake against the car.

  Grabbing her shoulder, I brought her back to her feet. A look of confusion met me as I ripped off my shirt before fumbling with the button on her jeans. “Was I not good?” Her lips were pouty as her eyes searched mine.

  I grabbed both sides of her face, kissing her lips. “You’re too good at that, Liv.”

  Kicking off my boots, I finished taking off my jeans as Olive followed suit. I grabbed a condom out of my wallet and she took it from me. Ripping the package with her teeth, Olive slid the rubber down over my cock tenderly.

  I took her in my arms, throwing her against the hood of the Mach 1 as I rubbed the head of my dick over her slick lips. Her body started to shudder just from the simple play.

  “Like that babe?” I breathed, kissing along her jawline as her head started to roll back a bit.

  “Mmmmmm, so much.” She breathed heavily, her nails digging into my back a little rougher than I was used to.

  No pain, no gain, I repeated to myself a few times.

  As I pushed gradually into her, I couldn’t believe how fucking tight she was. I’d thought the blow job had made it hard to control myself, but her pussy was almost my immediate undoing.

  “Holy fuck.” I growled into her shoulder as ecstasy started to take over. “You’re so damn tight.”

  She bit down on my neck before purring, “Your dick feels amazing.”

  I let myself keep with a slow pace, thrusting a little farther in each time. My fingers dug into her hips while her nails raked over my back.

  “Fuck me harder,” she demanded.

  “As you wish.” I groaned, thrusting into her as hard and as deep as I could. As I quickened my pace, she started to cry out, calling my name as her voice got louder.

  Grabbing my hand, Olive placed it on her neck. “Choke me.”

  I did as she asked, but I was nervous as fuck to hurt her. I put the slightest bit of pressure on her throat as her head rolled back.

  “You’re not going to break me, Griff.” She pushed my hand down firmer on her slender throat.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” I confessed, lightening my grip.

  “I will let you know if you’re hurting me, but trust me, you won’t.” She wrapped her legs around me, her heels digging into my ass.

  I grabbed her throat, panting as I picked up my pace. “Is that what you like, baby?”

  A low rumble came from the back of her throat as she responded. “Fuck yes! Don’t stop. I’m about to come.”

  Right as her words left her lips, I crashed mine to them. Her pussy tightened and pulsed around my dick as we rode out our climaxes together.

  Out of breath, I held her body to mine. “That was incredible,” I said with a sigh.

  “Holy fuck.” She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, pushing her bangs off to one side. Her chest was heaving as she stood there in my arms, naked against the car. The moonlight silh
ouetted her petite frame, and it was the most gorgeous sight I had ever seen in my life.

  I reluctantly let her go to gather our clothing from the floor. “Here you are, love.” I piled up her clothes on the hood of the car before putting my jeans back on.

  After we were somewhat dressed, Olive took my hand. “Now let’s see how you do in a shower.”

  Chapter 11

  Olive

  I didn’t want to think about how strange this entire thing was as I led Griffin up to my apartment. It all just felt too right to even worry about.

  We tiptoed through the living room, past a snoring Otis, and into my bathroom. I put my finger over my lips, whispering, “The walls are thin. Let’s try not to wake Shaw up.”

  He nodded as he started the shower. “Deal.”

  We stripped down as the steam started to billow up over the shower curtain. In the bright light, I could see every chiseled muscle on his body, and I was instantly dripping wet. Between his rippling abs, his bulging biceps, and the exquisite ink that decorated them, I couldn’t help but feel inferior.

  “You’re gorgeous.” He growled, pulling my body to his.

  I kissed his chest. “I think you’re prettier than me,” I joked with a little giggle.

  He shook his head. “You’re perfect.”

  Letting my fingers trail down his scar, I looked up into his panty-melting baby blues. “I could say the same thing about you.”

  His lips drifted over mine and I pulled him in close. I was drunk with lust as I drank in the passion he poured into every caress. Pulling me up into his arms, Griffin carried me into the shower.

  As the hot water cascaded down our bodies, he held me against the cool tile wall. My fingers rolled through his damp hair as we hungrily made out.

  “Put your legs down.” Griffin helped me get steady on my feet before kneeling down. His hands ran over my sides as he kissed my throbbing clit.

  I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself as my knees started to get weak. His tongue explored me while his nails dug into my ass.

  “You have the sweetest pussy.” He moaned before thrusting his tongue into me.