by Jade Allen
"No woman ever says anything without meaning something by it."
"Oh, really? And why do you say that?"
"Because all women are bitches. All of them. Every single last one of them."
"That seems like a fairly pessimistic perception of your own sex."
Missy sidled back up to the table and settled two shots along with a bowl of lime wedges between them. Nixie picked up one of the shots and tossed it back.
"I'm just a realist," she said, hissing through the burn of the tequila.
Damian laughed and took his shot with a bit more poise and control than Nixie had, sucking a lime wedge after. His eyes met hers as his mouth pulled across the wedge, the tip of his tongue slipping out to run across it as he took it from his lips. Her body tightened and she licked her lips unconsciously.
Missy appeared back by the side of the table and put two more shots on the table, this time with a touch more force than was probably necessary, but even the clink of the glass hitting the wood didn't pull Nixie's attention away from Damian's mouth and hot chocolate eyes. He reached over and took her fingers in his hand again, gently pulling her off of the stool toward him.
****
Damian was sitting facing her and as Nixie stepped down from her stool and toward him, he parted his knees so he could pull her to stand between his thighs. His hands came to her full hips and kneaded gently into them. She sighed and leaned closer, letting her body brush against his.
"You know, everyone is looking at you," he said softly, "It's not every day a woman that looks like you comes in here."
"Oh, really?" she said, nudging her hips against him subtly, "and what exactly is it that I look like?"
"The pin-up model of the damned," he said and laughed softly, "Luscious," he ran his hands down her soft waist and the swell of her hips accentuated by the tight black wiggle dress. "Tempting," he cupped his hands around her plump ass and pulled her in a little closer. "Sexy as hell."
"Let's give them a little more to look at."
Nixie reached beside her to pick up a wedge of lime and the saltshaker. Tucking the lime into his mouth so that he gripped the rind between his teeth, she ran her tongue along the side of his neck and coated the damp skin with salt. She picked up one of the new shots and leaned against him. Damian groaned as she licked the salt from his neck, took down the shot, and then bit down into the lime in his teeth, sucking the juice into her mouth.
His hands tightened on her hips and she felt him harden at the front of his pants. He released her hip with one hand and reached between their mouths to remove the lime, tilting his face up so that his lips settled onto hers. She sighed and relaxed into the kiss, bringing her hands to the back of his neck so she could hold on to him as he parted her lips with the tip of his tongue and explored her mouth. After a few seconds she pulled back slightly and ran her tongue along his bottom lip. He tasted just as sweet as his eyes looked and she dipped in for another kiss.
"I leave you alone for five minutes and this is what happens."
Nixie's mouth tore away from Damian's and she turned to see Patrick standing beside their table. In her indulgence of Damian's hot chocolate eyes and citrus-flavored tongue, she had completely forgotten that Patrick was supposed to meet them and the sight of him suddenly standing there startled her. The look of him against the backdrop of the cowboys with the strains of a heartbreaking Patsy Cline ballad made all the more painful by the fact that it was sung by a woman who seemed almost incapable of standing was somewhat disorienting.
She glanced down at Damian's watch and then back at Patrick.
"Technically it’s been forty five minutes. You're early."
"I managed to claim emotional distress and get out of my shift early."
"Emotional distress?" Damian asked, "Is that a legitimate excuse?"
"You would be surprised," Nixie said, running her fingers through the thick, silky hair at that nape of his neck and leaning in to touch a soft kiss to his lips again.
"I'm just going to take this seat right here," Patrick said.
He squeezed between Nixie and the stool she had recently vacated and hopped on.
"I guess you're just going to have to sit right here," Damian whispered against her hair and turned her around to lift her up into his lap.
Patrick picked up one of the slices of lime and sucked on it, grimacing at the sour flavor.
"I need something with a little more substance. I think I'm going to make a visit over to the bar."
Patrick hopped down again and started over to the bar.
"Is he going to be ok?" Nixie asked.
Patrick weaved his way through the crowd of men standing three deep at the bar and slipped his way in between two to stand up against the edge. Some of the men gave him confused, appraising looks, but none seemed outwardly disturbed at his presence.
"Yeah, he's going to be fine. Cris'll take care of him."
"Cris?"
Damian gestured to the bar and Nixie saw a strong-looking woman with short hair the color of flames step up to Patrick. She gave him a grin and patted him on his cheek.
"Everywhere he goes, he collects people. It's pretty impressive."
"I bet you get your share of attention."
Damian's mouth was tucked close enough to her ear that she felt his lips move across it as he spoke and his hands grazed against her generous thighs. She nestled into his lap and felt him twitch in response.
"I got your attention," she said.
"Not just me," he replied, "You have this entire room in the palm of your hand." She looked at him skeptically. "You don't believe me? OK," he turned so that she was facing the stage and could see the man standing at the microphone, waiting for his song to come on so he could sing. "That is my buddy Remy. Look at how he's watching you."
Nixie saw Remy's eyes burning into her, scanning her hungrily as the first notes of a song built around him. It was not a country song like the last string of karaoke performers had attempted, but a metal song that brought much the same shocked stares from the assortment of men throughout the bar as she had when she first walked in. He licked his lips and she moaned softly. Remy was just as beautiful as Damian and filled out his jeans in the same irresistible way.
The song's introduction ended and Remy started to sing. His voice was rich, deep, and just growly enough to send a shock through her core and make her wriggle slightly in Damian's lap. Damian made an approving sound and lifted his hips just enough to press against her.
"You like him, don't you?" he murmured into her ear.
Nixie bit her bottom lip and ran her hand down to the side of Damian's rock-hard thigh, digging her nails into him. Remy continued to stare at them, his gaze on her getting hotter and more intense the longer he sang. Damian ran his hand up her waist, just barely grazing along the underside of her breasts as he dipped his mouth to nibble on her earlobe.
"Well I think I have just enough tequila in me to get me up on that stage. What do you say we let Remy take care of you while I sing?" Nixie turned to look at him, her eyes searching his. He smiled at her and kissed her. "Don't worry. I'll be right back."
He kissed her again, scraping her bottom lip between his teeth as he pulled away from her. The song ended and she heard Remy put the microphone back into its stand. Damian carefully eased her off of his lap so that she stood beside him. He stroked her face gently and walked toward the stage, giving Remy a meaningful glance as they passed.
Nixie's belly trembled as Remy approached her. The faintest hint of a smile curved his full, soft lips and his smoky grey eyes slumbered at her from under long, dark lashes.
"Hi," he said as he got to within a few steps of her.
His speaking voice was just as sexy as his singing voice and she felt a tingle between her thighs.
"Hi," she said back, her voice dropping so low she didn't know if he could even hear it.
Without another word, Remy's hand came to her stomach and he led her backward a few steps until her b
ack touched the wall behind her. His mouth crushed down on hers and she felt her body respond immediately. She ran her hands up Remy's chest, feeling chiseled muscles beneath the soft fabric, and onto his neck so she could bury her fingers in his hair and hold his mouth against hers.
****
Nixie whimpered into Remy's mouth, putting a voice to the desire that had been building since she first saw Damian. He gripped her hips tightly, pulling them against him so that she could feel the already-hardening erection pressing toward her. A moment later she felt him pull her away from the wall so she was up against his chest, led her sideways a step, and then pushed her back.
She expected to hit the wall again, but instead, she felt her body come into contact with someone else. His hands came to her ribs and she felt him ease her back so that she rested her head against his shoulder. She breathed in the scent of Damian and her body tightened again as if seeking their touch.
"It seems that someone else got to the DJ before I did," he said into her hair, and then kissed the side of her neck.
"Who?" she managed to say through her labored breath.
The opening strains of "These Boots Were Made for Walking" game over the speaker and she knew exactly who. She opened her eyes and glanced around Remy's shoulder to see Patrick in the middle of the stage, his back to the rest of the bar and his hips bouncing to the beat.
"Oh, lord."
Patrick suddenly whipped around and started singing, his heart pouring out every ounce of Nancy Sinatra he could muster as he performed a dance that looked like this was not the first time he had done this song. She waited for the redneck renegades to start an uprising. Instead, it seemed that Patrick's retro venture had touched something inside them and several of the women streamed onto the small dance area in front of the stage to reminisce about their teen years. Many of the men were nodding their heads and she even saw a few mouthing the words.
Well, damn. Patrick was apparently the cowboy pied piper.
"I don't even know what I'm supposed to say right now," the DJ said over his microphone as Patrick dropped to his hands and knees and started crawling across the stage, "I usually heckle new people, but I just don't even have any words for what's happening."
"I think that he has found his new home," Nixie said.
She felt Damian's arms encircle her waist and he bent over slightly so that he molded to her body.
"I guess that means we have a little bit of time on our hands. Let's take a walk."
"A walk?" she asked, her hand coming up to cup the back of Damian's head as the tip of his tongue played across the curve of her neck and shoulder.
When Remy first pressed her to the wall she had felt the eyes of everyone in the bar on them, but now that Patrick was in full diva mode she probably could have taken off all of her clothes right then and no one would have noticed. No one, of course, but the two men she very much wanted to notice her naked.
"Mmm-hmmm," Damian murmured affirmatively, "That field across the street backs right up to Remy's ranch. I've walked through it a thousand times."
Nixie leaned her head back to afford Damian better access to her neck and bent her knees slightly so she could stroke her body against him. Remy's hands were still gripping her hips and she felt his thumbs massaging in circles into the front of her pelvis.
"Is Remy coming with us?" she asked breathlessly.
Damian let out a soft, short laugh and kissed her shoulder.
"Why don't we let Remy stay here and keep an eye on Patrick there while he regales the bar with a few more numbers?"
Nixie nodded and Remy leaned forward to catch her mouth with his, slipping his tongue between her lips again. She wrapped her free hand around the back of his head so that she held both men, her body closed tightly between them.
When the kiss ended, Remy backed away from them and Damian led her out of the front door of the bar. The glow of the neon sign made shadows on the ground but it offered just enough light that she could see the edge of a field stretching into the darkness across the street.
Damian held her hand as he led her across the street and into the grass.
"Why is there a bar across the street from a ranch?" she asked, trying to navigate the grass but having a difficult time in her spiked heels.
"The ranch was here long before the bar was," Damian answered, walking calmly and securely across the field, "Some kin to Remy started a tavern here more than a hundred years ago, then once the travelers stopped staying there, they turned it into a bar."
She nodded and the gesture took her concentration away from walking enough that one heel sank into the ground and she stumbled. Her hand grabbed for Damian and he caught her, sweeping her up into his arms so that he cradled her against his chest. She squealed and he gave a deep laugh before taking off at a faster pace into the darkness of the field.
They had gone on for a few more minutes when Nixie noticed the dark outline of a barn ahead of them. Damian carried her to it, releasing the arm that supported her back long enough to open the door and carry her inside. The interior of the barn smelled sweet and earthy, and provided a barrier from the chilly breeze outside. Damian reached beside them to touch the wall and she saw an electric lantern turn on so it filled the space with a warm, comforting glow.
He carried her a few more steps forward and then she felt the strong support beneath her disappear as he tossed her forward. She let out a short scream, but a second later she landed in a deep, soft pile of hay.
****
Damian crossed to one of the stalls along the wall and took a blanket from where it was draped over the gate. He carried it over to the hay and spread it out beside her, and then reached for her hand.
Nixie rested her fingers across his palm and let Damian pull her to her feet with a hard enough tug that her breasts crushed into his chest and her breath caught in her throat.
"Where are all the animals?" she asked.
She felt his hand come to the zipper at the back of her dress and start to ease it down.
"In a different barn. It's just us."
The zipper went all the way to the bottom of the dress, allowing him to release it into two pieces and peel it away from her. He groaned when he saw her black mesh bra, matching panties, and the garter belt holding up her fishnets. She had worn the lingerie hoping it would make her feel better about herself as she faced down the embarrassment of being in the same bar as the party earlier, but she was much happier with the function they were serving now as Damian lowered to his knees in front of her and buried his face between her breasts.
His tongue slid across her skin and Nixie gasped, arching her back slightly to press into the feeling. The air in the barn was still cool and the contrast with his warm, damp breath along the middle of her soft stomach as he eased his way down made her shiver. Damian dipped the tip of his tongue into her navel, working his way gradually down her body as his fingers moved to the buckles on her shoes to release them and pull the heels off of her feet.
His mouth had come to the waistband of her garter belt and he traced it with the tip of his tongue as he unhooked the garters from the tops of her hose and eased the belt down her hips and onto the ground. Hooking his fingers in the tops of the thigh highs, he rolled them down her legs and let them join the rest of her clothing.
She felt his breath on her core and suddenly his mouth closed on the front of her panties, sucking on her gently through the mesh fabric. He continued the tender torment as his hands ran up her back to the fastening of her bra. With a single flick of his fingers it opened and she moved her arms to let it fall away from her body. Suddenly she was in nothing but the scrap of her panties and Damian hadn't even taken off his boots.
"Hold on, cowboy," she said, easing his head away from her so that he looked up at her, "Aren't you going to take anything off?"
He smiled at her and let his hands travel down her body, moving slowly as if luxuriating in all of her soft curves and swells. His head shook from side to side and he
dipped forward to kiss her stomach again.
"I want to see all of you," he said, his voice low and raspy with arousal.
"I want to see all of you, too."
He guided her back, crawling forward with her a few steps before pushing her so that she tumbled down onto the blanket.
"Me first."
"You certainly are spoiled," she said teasingly as he crawled forward until he hovered over her.
"I'm an only child," he said.
"So you don't share very well?"
He got a devilish glint in his eye and bit his bottom lip.
"Oh, I share extremely well," he said, sitting back on his knees and taking the sides of her panties in his fingers, "especially with my very favorite playmates."
Nixie felt him pull the last of her clothing off of her and toss it away, leaving her completely bare in front of him and craving him like she had never craved anything in her life.
"How do you like to play?" she asked.
Damian growled low in his throat and flipped her onto her stomach. Nixie gasped and looked back over her shoulder to watch him lick from the small of her back up to the base of her neck as he used one hand to part her thighs and push her leg up so her knee bent and tucked up against her side. He moved his body down and a second later she felt his tongue flick across her core, teasing through the folds to bring her taut, sensitive nub forward.
Nixie buried her face in the blanket to muffle her cries and Damian continued, swirling his tongue along her until her hips bucked involuntarily against his mouth. His teeth nipped at her thigh before his tongue delved into her, wrenching a scream from her chest. She heard the sound of a belt buckle being released and boots hitting the floor. Her hips rolled as Damian continued to lick and suck her, bringing her so close to the edge that she was gasping for breath when she felt him move away from her.
A moan poured from her lips as one hand pressed into her thigh and the tip of his erection stroked against her, nudging her closer to climax. She pressed her hips back, trying to will him to enter her, and he complied, sinking into her in one smooth thrust.
