“No, it’s okay. I am well aware that there are some pretty distinct differences between that dickhead and me.” I attempted to laugh it off. “Thank fuck.” I nodded towards the skid marks from where the dick had peeled out. “Seems as though your grand plan to cut him loose didn’t really do the trick, though, huh?”
Sophie pursed her lips and shook her head. “It doesn’t matter what really happened. It’s all just how it looks on the outside. Lifestyles of the rich and famous.”
“So, they all left you here. Do you need a ride?”
“I can, um…” She dropped her gaze and caught her lip with her teeth. “Well, maybe? But…” Her voice trailed off.
“But what?” I asked.
“Well, I don’t really want to go home yet. And, while I don’t want you to think I’m trying to… because we, well, you know what we did. But,” she asked hesitantly, “did you have any plans?”
I slid a lazy grin across my face as I felt the confidence flow again through my veins. She was totally into me. I could see it. The sweet pink flush to her cheeks and the way she tried to sound all casual, like it was nothing. But her voice was hesitant and shaky. Her eyes darkened just a touch when they met mine, and she cocked her head coquettishly.
“Well,” I grinned, "the Mofos are playing at the Copperline tonight. Would you want to go?”
“The Mofos?”
“They’re friends of mine. It was their party that we, um, yeah…” Her flushed awkwardness seemed sort of contagious and had me feeling slightly self-conscious about saying what I normally would have been happy to blurt out, complete with loads of expletives. “Anyway, they’ve got a band, the Bangin’ Mofos.”
“Seriously? Are they any good?”
“I imagine it depends on what you think is good,” I shrugged, "but I like ‘em. They’re kind of a little rock, a little alternative, with a bit of Irish flair from Denny’s roots.”
“Your friend is Irish?”
“Born and raised in Dublin. Has some distant relatives in Butte and wanted to go to Tech. Met up with Justin there, and Justin knew all us other guys. Denny loved it here, didn’t want to leave. I’m not one-hundred-percent sure he’s legal, though,” I laughed.
Sophie grinned. “Sounds kind of crazy and wonderful. I’d love to go see them.”
“Great, let’s do this,” I said with a smile, then frowned when she looked a bit startled. “Soph, you okay?”
She smiled and glanced down at her feet, flushing slightly. “Yeah,” she assured me, “just… a flashback.”
Let’s do this… Sophie had said that the night I fucked her. Her voice had been breathy and determined, and now it echoed through my head. Along with the moans and gasps, the little sounds she'd made when I was deep inside her.
Fucking hell, I wanted more of her.
“Good flashback?” I murmured, watching the rise and fall of her breasts. She nodded slowly, meeting my eyes full-on, and that thrill rippled through me. We just sorta stared at each other for a minute. “So, anyway, my car is back this way,” I finally said, motioning over my shoulder with my thumb.
Any awkwardness that had existed evaporated the minute Sophie saw my car. Fuckin’ gunmetal grey 1968 Cougar with a Cobra Jet engine, one of the only possessions I had worth anything at all.
As I unlocked the passenger side and opened the door for her, she stared at in awe.
“Wow,” she softly murmured, “this is quite a car.”
“Mmm… my baby.” I tapped the shiny deep gray roof. “It was my grampa’s. He was a mechanic, and I hung out in his shop a lot as a kid.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“He got her at an auction when I was about eight or so. Over the years, we searched high and low for parts, which, honestly, were hard as fuck to find. But it was awesome to watch her slowly roar back to life, to once again take the form of the thing of beauty she had once been.”
Sophie’s eyes grew wistful as I talked. Dreamy, yet a little sad. “Sounds like it means a lot to you,” she said softly. “Like he meant a lot to you.”
“He was a great guy,” I smiled. “When he passed away, he left me the garage, which was cool. But he left me this which was way cooler. It’s about time for her to hibernate, though.”
“Hibernate?” Sophie tilted her head in confusion.
“I don’t like to drive her in the winter, so she hibernates in the back room of my shop, safe from all the crazy fuckers who can’t drive in the snow.”
“Oh my,” she laughed. “I’ve gotta say, knowing how much it means to you—”
“She,” I corrected her.
“Fine,” Sophie said with a smile, “knowing how much she means to you makes me kind of afraid to touch her.”
“Nah, she’s stout, and today is an awesome day for a ride in some good ol’ American muscle. With fall coming, we won’t get too many more days like this. We can roll the windows down and hear my Cougar roar. “
“Cougar?”
“Yeah… She’s a Mercury Cougar. Kind of like a super fancy Mustang, except a Mustang just runs fast. A Cougar runs fast and eats Mustangs for breakfast,” I grinned wickedly.
“Richard drives a Mustang,” she laughed.
“Yeah, I noticed… pussy,” I grinned back.
Sophie got the most incredibly mischievous look in her eyes. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s see your baby in action.”
As we hit the highway, Sophie pulled her hair out of her tight ponytail and let it blow wildly in the wind. Her wide open smile was infectious, and I laughed as she stuck her arm out the open window to feel the force of the air currents. She was like a kid with a new toy.
Fucking amazing and beautiful, and the addition of her excitement and lust for life made her surreal.
The Copperline was about halfway between Ophir and Butte, but I took a long detour, hitting the interstate to let the Cougar run wide open. We made a wide arc to the next turnoff about thirty miles away before heading down the two-lane road back to the bar.
An old stage stop from the gold-mining days, it was off the beaten path, which made it an awesome place to hang. Bands always played the loudest. The fights were always the craziest. The girls were always the easiest.
Shit, I thought momentarily. Maybe bringing Sophie here wasn’t the best idea. I really hoped there wasn’t anyone I’d slept with. At the very least I hoped there were none I’d slept with recently.
But, it was kind of too late to worry about that now. Besides, in all reality, she already knew I was a total manwhore. That’s why Lily had pointed me out the night of the party.
I pulled up in the back of the bar next to Denny’s pickup and away from most of the other vehicles in the lot. I was a regular here, and being tight with the band had earned me a few perks, like a relatively safe place to park where nobody would fuck with my car. As I climbed out, I noticed Sophie watching a few scantily clad girls giggling across the parking lot, all cleavage and bare thighs.
I did mention the girls here were easy, right?
Sophie looked down at her cardigan ruefully for a minute and climbed out of the passenger seat with a troubled expression on her face. “I’m dressed like I should be going to church,” she frowned, looking over at me.
I laughed. “Well, your hair is looking sort of wild. Pretty fuckhot, actually.” I could see a slight flush color her cheeks.
“Yeah, but my clothes…”
She took a deep breath and fixed her gaze at me. Then, her expression shifted and totally took me back in time. It was the same look she’d gotten right before she crossed the room to me that night of the party.
Defiant. Resolute. Audacious.
Then she flipped her sweater up over her head to reveal a thin, super sexy red little shirt thing. It was sleeveless with thin straps and delicate lace that edged a mouthwatering neckline, revealing just a hint of cleavage. It was made from some kind of shimmery fabric that highlighted the slender curve of her waist and ended just above the l
ow rise of her slim-fitting skirt. The skirt hugged her curves in just the right spots to make the swell of her ass just beg to be groped. She reached down and grasped each end of the short slit that went just above one knee and tugged, ripping the seam and making the slit go about halfway up her thigh.
I could literally feel the blood leave my face. And flood straight to my dick. Suddenly, all I could remember was the silky feel of her legs. The way her skin had tasted that night. The soft, carnal sighs and moans that had echoed in my ears. The way she felt in my arms. On top of me and all around me. The way it felt to lose myself in her soft curves.
Awe, fuck. Down, boy.
“There, that’s better,” she said, pulling me out of my consuming memories.
“Fuck, yeah,” I murmured with an animalistic groan. That was all I was capable of for a second, and she grinned and turned towards the entrance.
“Shall we?” she asked.
Fuck yeah, we shall.
“Sophie!” Lily cried as I led Sophie through the crowd. “Oh my gosh, girl! Good to see you!”
Lily was apparently about four sheets to the wind, based on the excited shouting. She scampered over from the bar to give Sophie a quick hug. Then she glanced up at me, and gave a wide-eyed look back to the slightly overwhelmed blonde beauty beside me. “You’re here with Brannon? Ooh…”
Sophie laughed nervously. “Yeah, um… we’re just… it’s not… um…”
“We just ran into each other,” I said, coming to her rescue by brushing off Lily’s surprise. “I offered to give her a ride out here to see the guys play.”
Sophie shot me a somewhat unreadable smile. Seemingly grateful, maybe a little longing as she dropped her gaze a bit, then looked back at Lily who was still talking.
“Well, Brannon,” she slurred, confirming my earlier suspicions as to her state of intoxication, “I’ve never ever seen you bring a girl to the Copperline before. I’ve seen you leave with plenty—”
“Okay, Lily, that’s good—” I tried to interrupt. Unsuccessfully, I might add.
“But I’ve never ever, ever seen you come in with one.” Lily looked back at Sophie with incredulous awe. “Who knew when you came into my shop that day that it would result in such an amazing accomplishment.”
Sophie laughed. “Accomplishment?” she asked.
“Well, yeah,” Lily replied with a wide smile. “Bringing a randy stud like Brannon to heel.”
“Way to take my balls away, Lily,” I said as I finally stepped between the two girls to physically end this appalling conversation. “Excuse us, we need to get a drink.” Lily just smiled even wider as I began to guide Sophie away towards the bar, but thankfully didn’t say anything else. I glared at her with every ounce of ominous warning I could conjure up on my face, but she only laughed.
“Well, have fun, kids,” she joked.
It wasn’t until we’d stepped a few feet away that I realized I’d placed my hands on Sophie’s hips to guide her towards the bar. I could smell the sweet, fresh scent of her hair in my nostrils, rising above the smell of debauchery that typically filled this rowdy establishment. I fought the sensation to bury my face in the soft, tousled waves, to press a kiss against her delicious neck. To taste her skin and get her to make one of those dick-hardening little moans.
The crowd was tightly packed close to the bar, and I could feel my body responding to her ass pressed against my dick. No doubt Sophie could feel it too when my arm slipped around her waist to keep her from running into a boozer stumbling across our path. Her own small hand closed over mine, holding it low on her stomach until we had reached the bar. My voice sounded thick as I murmured into her ear to see what she wanted.
“Um,” she hesitated, looking back up into my face. I was so close that I could have kissed her with barely a movement, only an inch or so away. “I don’t really know. A beer, I guess?”
I nodded coolly, and pressed against her to lean towards the bartender, not really intentionally, but I sure as fuck enjoyed every second of it. I could feel every little tremble in her body as I ordered two bottles of Bud.
“Thank you,” Sophie said, taking the bottle I held out to her.
“Anytime,” I smiled, and turned to look around the dimly lit barroom, trying my damnedest to chill the fuck out a little.
The key word there was trying. Because, even though I wasn’t looking directly at Sophie, I could feel her there, and it was so fucking hard to keep my eyes from straying in her direction as she watched the crowd with a wide-eyed fascination. I leaned into her a little and pointed towards the stage at the far end of the bar.
“There’re the guys,” I said. “Denny is the lead singer and plays a little guitar, Justin’s on the bass.” Sophie’s body sort of curved into mine a little as I spoke, tilting her ear up to my lips to hear me more clearly. I had to clear my throat to continue, like the raging stiffy I had going was starting to affect my ability to articulate. “Drew is the lead guitar, and Cody is on drums. Cody also works in my shop.”
“They’re very good,” she mused back at me, halfway shouting to be heard over the gritty, unruly chords and heavy beat. The guys always played intensely loud, and she turned slightly towards me, bracing her hand against my chest as she rose on her tiptoes and leaned into me to speak. The gentle touch burned through my shirt, clear through to my bones, as her words blew softly against my skin. “Have they been playing for very long?”
It was starting to get to where I just wanted to throw her over my shoulder and haul her into the restroom to fuck her silly. I instead looped my arm over her shoulder and tugged her closer to reply. “Yeah, since college. Denny came to Montana to go to Tech. He ended up in a quad with Justin, and they had a weekly radio show on the campus station. Once they started playing music with Cody and Drew, the four of them would bring instruments in to play live on the show. By the time Justin graduated and Denny dropped out, everyone in Silver Bow County knew who the Bangin’ Mofos were.”
“I bet,” she grinned as her body rocked a little to the beat, and her firm breast brushed against my chest.
“Wanna dance?” I asked.
Sophie shot an alarmed look up at me. “I can’t dance,” she started, shaking her head.
“You’re practically dancing right now.”
“No, I’m just… I can’t. Not to this.”
“Anyone can dance to this, Sophie,” I laughed. “It isn’t even really dancing, you just kind of move around a little with the rhythm.”
“No, really. I can’t. I only ever did ballet.”
“Ballet?” The image of Sophie’s curves encased in a sleek ballerina outfit did nothing to tamper down my growing need.
“When I was little, I took lessons.” She shook her head. “But never anything like this.”
“What about school dances,” I asked, placing my hand on her hips and pulling her close as I began to move. “Homecoming? Prom? I’d have bet money you were a prom queen.”
“I was, but I didn’t dance. Just one slow one when I was crowned. My mother—” She abruptly cut off her words and shook her head. “It was just something I wasn’t supposed to do.”
Dismissively, she dropped her gaze, taking a long tug on her beer to finish it off. I took the bottle from her hand and set it on the bar behind her.
“Come dance with me, Sophie,” I insisted, then took her hand and gently pulled her towards the dance floor.
Turned out, she actually could dance. Pretty well, really, once she came out of her shell and let the music flow through her body. I wrapped my arm around her, guiding her movements with my own at first until she got the idea, but before long, the rhythm took over. From one song to the next, she swayed against me as I pulled her closer, then rocked to the beat as I stepped back a bit. She even did a little head-banging-type thing which tossed her light blonde hair around her face in a way that was really fucking hot. Turned me on just as if she had her hand right on my dick, and I growled against her ear as I pulled her close. Sh
e laughed and radiated a pure revelry, so alive and stunning.
I was torn. Every movement of her body against mine had me raging. Painfully craving her nakedness. I was pretty sure my balls were going to be permanently damaged from the strain.
Yet, the light in her eyes made me want to dance with her forever. Watching her come alive as she explored this newfound freedom.
While the band ran through their set, other people came and left the dance floor. Lily showed up at one point and encouraged her to do a little girl-on-girl type thing that gave me all kinds of raunchy ideas. A few others gathered around us, frequent partiers that hung out with us guys a lot. The crowded floor kept the group tight, and, more often than not, Sophie seemed to gravitate towards me, as though I was her anchor in this sea of writhing bodies.
And, with every touch and word and smile, I fell a little harder for this enigma of a girl. Every layer I uncovered revealed another facet of her personality. Another fascinating enticement that drew me closer, making her even more desirable than before.
I was so screwed.
I was dying. It was nearly one-thirty in the morning and the bar was gearing down to close at two. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I needed to get home and sleep. I was trying to finish up an overhaul and really had to get into the shop tomorrow morning, even if it was a fucking weekend.
But I didn’t want to leave her. I didn’t want to go another month or so without seeing her.
Sophie was quiet as we began the drive back to Ophir, staring out into the dark night, at the blanket of stars that settled over the mountaintops. Her hair was delightfully messy and limp from sweating it out on the dance floor, and she still hadn’t pulled her sweater back over that sexy little red shirt.
“I don’t ever want to go home,” she murmured absentmindedly.
Fuck, I didn’t either.
“How about breakfast?” I offered.
She looked over at me with a skeptical raised brow. “It’s the middle of the night.”
“No,” I grinned, “it’s really early in the morning. And Perkins is calling my name.”
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