by Aliyah Burke
They are not triplets at all but three good friends and you can always find one with the other two.
Jordan’s eyes lock on mine and something sparks within their depths. My knees threaten to buckle.
Whoa.
That’s never happened before. There was something in his stare. Something more.
“You ever gonna do more than eye-fuck that gift from God?” Cally asks in my ear.
I jump and hit her in the hip with the tip of my towel.
“Shut your whore mouth.” I smile.
She licks her lips and smacks them together.
“At least I get to use these whore lips, Virgin Mary. Or should I say reborn Virgin Mary?” she snips back.
“I’m trying to be a good girl. Bad girls only attract bad boys. I want a good one this time, damn it.” I pout.
“I know, sister. I’m just giving you a hard time. Lord knows it’s the only hard thing that you get anymore.” She winks and jumps out of reach from my towel snap. Gotta give her credit; she is starting to catch on.
Fuck, she’s right though. My handy toys just aren’t cutting it anymore. Something about having a warm, hard body next to mine can’t compare to my cold toys.
I hear loud cheering and look up to see one of the bar customers has climbed onto a table and is dancing her life away.
Now, I wouldn’t care if the others would leave the girl alone and just dance, but these guys will turn into wolves and rip out each other’s throats over a girl like that. I gotta go get her down and ruin the fun.
That’s me, the fun stopper.
“Want me to get it, boss?” Gabby asks while flexing her arm.
I laugh and shake my head. “Nah, I got this one, babe. Thanks, though.” I wink as I place my hands on the bar and hop over it.
I always feel like a badass when I do that. One of these times, my hand is going to hit water and I’m going to slip on my face. That would be something to watch. I laugh.
I shove my way through the bar and when I finally break through to the table top my customer is dancing on, I let her finish out the song and reach my hand up for her to take so she can get down.
She looks at me like I’m crazy and I arch my one brow at her wishing she would test me tonight. I’ve had a lousy last few days. I need to get laid and the only damn man my body wants is a fucking player. Oh, yeah, he’s also my damn father’s boss.
Another song blares through the speakers from the band and I am getting damn tired of standing there with my hand up. I lift my fingers from my other hand into my mouth and let off a shrill whistle to get this girl’s attention.
“Look Barbie, this ain’t Coyote Ugly. Get off my damn table top before you have these men wanting to kill each other to get closer,” I holler up.
“Back off, bitch!” she yells down.
“Uh oh, boss! You gonna let her talk to you like that?” one of the guys yells from the crowd.
“If you don’t get down, I will make you get down, sweetheart.” I try to reign in my temper.
“I got twenty bucks for anyone who can loosen up this tight wad!” the girl calls out.
I drop my head back with a groan and roll my neck out.
“Fuck it. I’ve had a rough day,” I reply to no one in particular.
I reach out and grab her ankle in one hand. I jerk it toward me and twist her leg so she spins and lands on her stomach and chest on the table.
She flies up ungracefully because she’s had one too many tequila shots and tries to swing at me. I grasp her fist and spin her around, shoving her arm behind her back and holding her chest with my other arm. She is breathing hard as she tries to fight her way out, but it won’t work.
“Calm the fuck down, Barbie,” I shout in her ear.
“My name isn’t Barbieeeeee.” She whines as she finally gives up trying to get out of my hold.
“I don’t care what your name is. All I care about is getting you home. You’ve had way too much to drink, girl, and I ain’t letting you leave with one of these dudes. I am not fond of watching my customers end up on the five-o’clock news.” I guide her to the bar.
Once at the bar, I call her a cab and make sure she gets in it, alone. I give the driver her ID address and send her off. I dust my hands off as I walk inside.
Just another night at work.
I make it back behind the bar and fill a few more drink orders when I look up to the clock once again.
Finally.
It’s time for last call. I give Gabby the last call signal and she nods, handing the customer his beer. She jumps up onto the bar top and lets off two shrill whistles to get everyone’s attention.
“Last call for alcohol! Last call, ya’ll! If you got a tab, settle up or we will keep your cards! Last call!”
The crowd has slimmed down some but the people still here all boo at the notion of their fun Friday night coming to an end.
I smile at the thought of going home and propping my feet up in the bathtub while drinking a glass of wine.
“Hey, I gotta question.” It’s his voice behind me and I groan.
“You can ask but I’m not sure I’ll answer.” I paint the sweetest fake smile on my face.
I’m not sure how much longer I can keep denying him; hell, how much longer I can deny myself of him.
“Alright, fair enough.” He chuckles and my ovaries die a little. “About that offer earlier for the twenty bucks; that still on the table?”
I belt out a laugh that came out of nowhere as I wipe the bar top down. “Oh God! I forgot she said that. What a little twat waffle.”
“So I see you’re not going to answer then.” He winks at me.
He winks!
Before I can answer him, he asks another question.
“Alright, nix that question and tell me what had you smiling so hard a second ago,” he says with a tilt to his brow.
“I wasn’t smiling that hard, Jordan. It was just a nice visual I was having.” I shrug.
“Which was?”
I rest my forearms on the bar and exhale.
“I was thinking about how happy I was that it’s last call so I can go home and prop my feet up in my bathtub with a glass of wine in hand.”
“Yeah, that visual makes me smile, too.” He grins a cheeky grin at me.
“Oh, you’re smooth, mister.” I point to him. “I’ll give ya that.”
I turn around to start the restock of my bottles and closing the spouts.
We chat for a little longer and I notice most of the people have left. I’ve been slacking off with the closing tasks. I walk around the bar and start lifting chairs onto the tables. Jordan lends his giant muscles and helps stack the extra chairs. As I’m leaning over to wipe down my last table, I feel him lean over me, pinning me to the table in the most delicious way.
“Come on, Kayla. Let me draw your bath for you,” he rasps in my ear as his nose runs along the tender flesh, inhaling my scent.
I drop my head back and groan out loud while my body wages the same fucking war it does every single time he asks to take me home.
Except this time, I’m throwing in the towel, literally, and going with the damn flow. My body has needs, damn it.
“Fuck it. Let’s go.” I stand up and see his cocky smile spread across his face.
“Oh, don’t let this go to the big ass head of yours. I have needs and wants, too, ya know.” I roll my eyes. I go to the bar top and holler into the back room where Gabby and Cally are counting down the drawers.
“Girls, I’m done for the night. Close up behind you and don’t drink all my booze!”
“Have fun, boss, and don’t forget to wrap it before you tap it!” Cally calls back.
“Yeah! Don’t be a prick; cover your dick, Jordan!” Gabby yells.
I cover my mouth to stop the laughter. Those girls are awful.
“Fuck off, you whores!” I holler back as I walk away.
“They are characters, ain’t they?” Jordan asks as he throws his arm around m
y shoulders.
“Oh God. I love those girls. All the girls I have working for me are wonderful. They keep me sane.” I chuckle.
“Well, that’s good. They seem fun.” He leads me away from my car.
“My car is over there.” I point to my old Trans Am.
“I’m driving. I’ll bring you back here to get your car later but I want you in my front seat.”
“So bossy,” I say dramatically.
“You won’t be complaining later.” He smacks my ass and opens my door.
“We shall see.” I smirk.
Chapter Five
I walk into my bathroom and hear her gasp behind me.
“Oh my God. This bathroom is to die for.”
“Yeah, I like it. Whoever built this place didn’t spare any expense on it.”
I turn the handles for the hot water and just a touch of cold. I reach under the faucet and grab some bath bubbles. I pour them into the water and watch them foam up for a second. When I turn around, I notice she’s still looking around in awe.
I wish I could see everything for the first time again through her eyes.
I walk to her and my hand goes to the back of her neck as I pull her in for a kiss. Once her sweet fucking lips touch mine, I’m a goner. For good.
I am not ever letting this woman go.
When her lips part on a sigh, I thrust my tongue into her mouth and groan into her lips. She tastes like heaven, mixed with a little hell. The perfect amount of both—good and bad.
I back her up against the wall. I take my hands and reach them up under her shirt and take a handful of her perfect breasts. Her size is a little more than a handful. Her needy little moans has my dick hard as a rock and my hips automatically grind into hers. I break the kiss so I can pull her shirt over her head. Once the t-shirt is gone, I stand back and take a look at her.
She is tall with beautiful brown hair that falls in curls to her mid-back. Her chest is rising and falling at a rapid pace and her mouth is still parted open, waiting for me to come back. Her eyes; they are as blue as a summer sky; so vibrant I almost want to ask if they are her real color.
Her hips are the perfect size to grasp ahold of from behind and the legs on the girl are long enough to make any man fall to their knees to be able to get a closer look. Her tiny shorts are short enough that the bottom of her front pockets hang out.
I walk back to her and drop to my knees. I unbutton her shorts and I run my nose along her stomach and down her middle as I lower her shorts to her feet.
She places her hand on my shoulder as she steps out of them and then leans back against the wall.
I look up at her from my squatted place and I burn this image to my memory. She is wearing a matching deep purple lace bra and underwear. I run my fingertips along the top of her underwear and watch as the gooseflesh rise in the wake of my touch.
I hook her underwear with my fingers and pull them down her thighs slowly. Once they are by her feet, I take my hand and grip her behind her knee and bring her leg up to my shoulder, letting it rest there.
I flick my eyes up to see hers locked onto me and when I lick my lips, her eyes darken.
I run my nose up her crease and inhale her perfect scent. God, I’ll never get enough of this woman. I just fucking know I won’t.
I run my tongue up her center and I nearly come in my pants at the knowledge of how wet she is.
She is soaked.
I swallow down her juices as I eat her. Her hands are in my hair, pulling. She is crying out and I know she’s close to coming all over my mouth. I move my mouth to her clit and I insert two fingers into her tight pussy.
My cock throbs at how tight she is. I groan out loud as I withdraw and thrust my fingers back into her.
Her heel is digging into my shoulder blade now and I know she’s almost there. I take my teeth and pinch her clit as I thrust into her again, harder.
“Jordan!” she screams out and her essence is all over my hand.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” I groan.
Once her aftershocks wear off, I stand up and unclasp her bra. Once it’s laying in the pile of clothes on the floor, I lean down and suck her nipple into my mouth, letting it release with a pop.
She reaches down and grabs the hem of my shirt and pulls it up over my head. She finds the button to my pants and undoes it. She pulls my pants and boxers down at the same time and my cock is harder than it’s ever been. She grasps it in her fist and before I know what’s happening, her mouth is on me. She sucks my head for a few seconds before taking nearly all of me in her mouth. I feel the head of my cock hit the back of her throat before she slides her mouth back up me again.
“Fuckkkk,” I hiss between my teeth.
I take my hands and pull her off me. Before she can rant about not getting to play, I crash my mouth to hers. She opens immediately and her tongue is pushing in my mouth.
I break the kiss once again with a bite to her lower lip as I walk backward to my counter top. I get in one of the drawers and grab a condom. My teeth rip the wrapper open and I roll it onto my dick.
I walk back to her and grab her chin and lift it up. I kiss the base of her throat, to her collarbone, then end with a bite to her shoulder.
Her mouth finds mine again and I lift her by the hips. Her legs wrap around my waist automatically. I step up the two steps into my bathtub and as I sit down, she lifts her hips up and slides down onto my hard cock.
We both groan out at the connection and I bite her bottom lip before I rest my head on her shoulder.
“Fuck, woman. You feel so goddamn good.”
“I’ve waited too fucking long for this.”
She starts to move and I can’t handle her slow thrusts. I grip her hips and move her up and down my cock, pumping her faster and faster.
I lean forward and suck her nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue across it. I take my fingers and pinch her other nipple at the same time as my teeth clamp down.
“Oh my God, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up!” she cries out. Her head is thrown back, her eyes screwed shut, her hands on my shoulders.
“Give. It. To. Me. Kayla.” I grunt with each thrust, bringing myself that much closer to my own release.
I reach my thumb down and rub her clit. Her hips jump and I know she’s close.
“If you don’t let go, I’m going to spank your ass until it’s bright pink, then I’ll slam my cock into you from behind. Hard,” I rasp to her.
With those words, she explodes all over my cock, screaming my name. Her tight walls ripping my release from me. I lift her up and slam her down on me once, two more times as my come warms her from the inside.
The water in this tub has made one hell of a mess and I couldn’t give two fucks less about it.
She rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling up into my neck. I run my hands up and down her back and just sit there and relax for a few minutes basking in the afterglow.
“Best bath ever,” she murmurs sleepily.
Yeah, it was.
Chapter Six
“Rise and shine, sweet ass,” I call out as I smack Kayla on that perfectly round butt of hers.
“Go away,” she mumbles into her pillow.
“Nope, I can’t. I have an early meeting with my PO today. You can either get up, go get some breakfast with me, then wait around at the shop, or you can sleep in and walk around my house in your undies like you do any other day.” I smirk at her when she tries to swat my wandering hand away from her panty line.
“Fineeeee,” She drawls out. “I’ll take a quick shower. I need food.” She puts her arms above her head and stretches and I can’t pull my eyes away from her natural beauty.
Kayla and I have spent nearly every night with each other since the night she finally agreed to come home with me from the bar. That was a little over two weeks ago and I’m finding it hard to let her sleep in her own damn bed. I never thought I would connect with someone so well.
It’s her.
She’s strong-willed and bullheaded. She wants to open the pickle jars without my help. She’s as beautiful on the inside as she is out but she has no clue how beautiful she is. She’s bat-shit crazy with the heart of a saint. She sees the romance in the adventure. She can eat off paper plates and still feel as fancy as eating on china. She has a smile that wrecks me. It’s the kind of smile that starts off small and shy. The longer she thinks of what made her happy, the smile grows into this beautiful masterpiece that has my heart thumping like a teenager who sees the love of his life for the first time.
She wants to save all the puppies in the world but at the same time she isn’t scared to throw down if she feels threatened. I’ve seen her single-handedly throw out some guys twice as big as her from her bar when they get to be a bit too much for her comfort.
There is something there that happened in her past but I won’t pull it from her. I want her to tell me when she gets comfortable enough. Her father told me some of the story but it feels like there is something more. Something worse.
I walk down the hallway to get my boots on. I think I will take the bike today and get the feel of her pretty little body wrapped around me.
We have to be careful because her father doesn’t know about us yet. I know he won’t give two shits, but she is worried about it for some reason.
I pull on my boots and check my phone for any messages from last night when I remember I need to text her dad and tell him to take the day off. Kayla is gonna hang at the shop today and if her dad’s working, that will for sure raise some questions.
Her perfect ass getting off my bike and her mouth on mine before she goes inside will not be exactly friendly, so it would be better if he’s not there today.
Her dad has pleasantly surprised me. That man knows his way around my shop and I didn’t have to teach him one damn thing about mechanics.
