by Alex Grayson
“No.” She licks her lips. “No, you shouldn’t be worried. You’ll have fun.”
Brandy eyes her friend, like she’s unsure whether to believe her or not, then turns back to me.
“Send me the address and be ready at nine,” I tell her.
Still looking suspicious, she nods slowly.
Her big green eyes look up at me when I step up closer. I reach around and grab a fistful of thick, black hair, pulling her head back gently. I bend down until my mouth is at her ear.
“And Brandy… wear something sexy and easily accessible,” I whisper, then nip her ear before pulling back and giving her a smile I know will melt her panties.
I’m satisfied when I see her eyes are glazed over and her breathing is faster than normal. Her face is a delicious shade of pink. I can’t wait to see the rest of her body that color.
She shakes her head, pulling herself from her desire-induced fog, and turns to her friend. “You ready?”
Minnie nods, eyeing me curiously. I give her a wink and smile.
Without saying a word to me, Brandy turns on her heel, but before she takes two steps, she turns back.
“Willow,” she says, confusing me. “My name’s Willow.”
She doesn’t give me time to respond, just turns back around, leaving Minnie to follow behind her.
I chuckle inwardly. She gave me a fucking fake name on the side of the road. So she wasn’t completely reckless.
I retake my seat and turn back to Nathan and Ava, who are watching me with interest. They’ve been unusually quiet, especially Ava. She normally has many things to say about the women I pick up, some good, but most of the time not. I admit, I usually pick the bimbo shallow ones. But that’s one thing Willow isn’t.
I like the way her name sounds in my head, but I bet I’ll like it even more when I’m groaning it in her ear.
I look over to Nathan, smile at him, and ask, “Got plans tonight?”
He looks back over to the door when it jingles, indicating Willow, Minnie, and the baby have left, then looks back at me.
“Nope,” he answers in his deep voice.
“Be ready,” I tell him, my body already anticipating what’s to come.
Chapter Four
Willow
I swipe a soft peach gloss over my lips, then rub them together to even out the color. Throwing the tube into my makeup bag, I take stock of my appearance. I’m decked out in all black. From my tube top that accentuates my boobs, but flows loose below my breasts and gives peeks of my stomach when I move, to the skirt that floats down to the middle of my thighs, to my strappy high-heeled sandals. One of my best features is my flawlessly smooth skin. I don’t need much makeup, just a swipe of eyeliner, with small wings at the outside corners of my eyes, and a touch of dark gray eyeshadow. My naturally thick lashes means I only need a thin layer of mascara. My hair is in a loose braid that drapes over one shoulder, with a few stray tendrils that hang down the other side of my face. To finish off my outfit, I have on a pair of black pearl earrings and matching silver necklace with a single small pearl teardrop.
I have to admit, I look hot as hell.
I look at Minnie in the mirror. She’s sitting on my bed with her back against the headboard, breastfeeding Luna. A small smile tugs at my lips as I watch her staring lovingly at her daughter. I love Minnie, and couldn’t be happier for her and Logan, but I also envy her. To have the love of a man like Logan and a beautiful child is something I’ve dreamed about. I had a good childhood growing up. I had the love of my parents, a twin who was my best friend, and another best friend that I adored, but I wanted a family of my own to love and cherish. I know one day I’ll get it, but my maternal inner clock has been ticking since Minnie had Luna.
I spin around, throwing my hands on my hips.
“So, what do you think?”
Minnie looks up from Luna, her eyes raking me from top to bottom, then gives a whistle. “I think you’re going to have a hard time keeping Tegan’s hands off you. I’d totally do you if I was into chicks, but unfortunately for you, I’m not.” She gives me a wink, and I laugh.
I walk over and sit on the other side of the bed. Kicking off my shoes, I cross my ankles and smooth out my skirt, leaning back in the same position as Minnie.
“I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want to keep his hands off me,” I tell her, resting my head back and turning it her way.
She unlatches Luna from her breast, tucks her boob back into her bra, pulls her shirt back down, then places Luna against her chest and starts lightly tapping her back.
“Are you sure that’s the smart thing to do? You don’t know anything about him.”
I turn my head back and stare across the room at the artwork Minnie and Logan put on the walls of their guest bedroom. I’m staying with them until I can find a place of my own. I’ve been here a week and have a couple places to look at tomorrow. Luckily, the job I had back in Texas paid me pretty well, so I have a decent amount in my savings account. I won’t be able to live off it long, but it should last long enough for me to find a job.
When I first told Minnie I was moving and she informed me I was staying with them, I refused. Although I didn’t want to think Bryan would hurt me, let alone bring trouble all the way to Georgia, I still didn’t want to take the chance. Minnie huffed and puffed, refusing to take my no for an answer. She ended up putting Logan on the phone and he told me there was no way they were letting me stay in a hotel until I found a place. He knows of the situation with Bryan and reassured me that everything would be fine.
“It may not be smart, but it’s what I want. For the past several years, all I’ve thought about is Bryan, and trying to fix him. I haven’t had any fun in that time and damn it, I’m horny.” I cross my arms over my chest in a playful pout, then look back at her.
She laughs, which makes me laugh with her.
“Well, okay then. Go out and have fun.” Her laughter dies and her face turns serious. “Just promise you’ll be careful.”
I turn on my side, drawing my knees up and propping my head on my hand.
“I promise. Now, tell me more about this Blackie’s. I could tell by your expression it’s more than just a nightclub.”
She chews on her bottom lip undecidedly for a second before answering. “The thing about Blackie’s is people there are… more loose.” Intrigued, I sit up. “Inhibitions are lax and it tends to get a little wild. People are more free with showing themselves and doing sexual acts. It’s not a sex club, but it comes damn close.”
The place sounds interesting. While I’ve experimented to an extent, I know there is a whole other world out there. Now I’m even more curious than I was before.
“And you and Logan used to go there?” I ask, shocked Minnie would be into something like that.
Her cheeks turn pink and her eyes leave mine for a moment. “Logan had a membership there before he met me. We’ve been there a few times.”
“Hmm… I think my friend is more wild than she’s led me to believe.” I laugh when she bites her lip again. “So, tell me, what kind of naughty things have you and Logan done there?”
After Luna lets out a loud burp, Minnie swaddles her back in her blanket and lays her on her side on the mattress so her back is against Minnie’s thighs. Luna’s lips are pursed in her sleep. She looks absolutely adorable.
“Umm… I may have let him finger me while we were on the dance floor.” I raise my brow, but before I can comment, she continues, shocking me even more. “And I may have given him a blowjob underneath the table we were sitting at.” My mouth drops open. “While his friends were sitting at the same table talking to him.”
Damn… I have a very naughty friend. While I’m up for experimenting sexually, Minnie has always been straitlaced. She can have an attitude as big as Texas and if you mess with someone she cares about, she won’t hesitate to take you down a peg or two, but for the most part, she’s always been the good girl. What she just told me shocks the shit out of me.
“Wow, Minnie, you bad girl.” I laugh.
“Does that make me dirty?” she asks, a look of real concern on her face.
I reach over and tug a piece of her blonde hair. “No. It makes you adventurous, and there’s nothing wrong with that.”
“Good,” she whispers. “Because I really like it and want to do it again.”
We both laugh this time.
I grab my phone off the nightstand and check the time. “He’ll be here soon.”
I get up from the bed and slip my shoes back on. Minnie picks up Luna and follows me out of the room. Logan is sitting on the couch when we walk into the living room, game controller in his hand. When he sees us, he drops the controller on the coffee table and walks over to Minnie, giving her a soft kiss on the lips, then plucks a sleeping Luna from her arms. With his ripped jeans, wallet chain included, old Nirvana shirt, shoulder-length brown hair, and golden eyes, Logan is the epitome of hot rocker.
His whistle is soft when he sees me standing there. “Damn girl, you look hot.”
I smile at him in appreciation, knowing he’s being nice and his eyes are only for my friend. “Thank you.”
I walk to the kitchen and grab my purse. Just as I’m crossing the threshold back into the living room, the doorbell rings. Nerves skate down my spine. My belly flutters when I remember how good Tegan made me feel last week on the side of the road, and what all he could do to my body if I allow things to go further.
With Luna still tucked against his chest, Logan answers the door. What greets us has my breath catching and my thighs clenching. Tegan, decked out in a pair of dark-wash jeans, worn at the knees, black thermal shirt with the sleeves pushed to his elbows showing off bulging muscles with a hint of tattoos peeking through, black biker boots, and messy hair, sunglasses again perched on top of his head, even though it’s dark out, looks like every girl’s dream. My first thought is I want to climb him like a tree and grind myself all over his hardness just like I did that first day, and fuck anyone that’s in the room to witness it.
Logan extends a hand for Tegan to shake. “You must be Tegan.” After he release his hand, Logan steps back to allow Tegan to enter. “I’m Logan.” He turns and gestures to Minnie. “And I believe you’ve already met my wife,” he finishes, his eyes dancing with laughter.
Tegan looks cute when he shifts uncomfortably on his feet, and I barely suppress a laugh.
“Uh, yeah.” He looks at Minnie, a sheepish expression on his face. “Sorry about earlier,” he mutters, then looks at Logan. “I meant no disrespect.”
“No worries, dude,” Logan alleviates Tegan’s worry. “I know what my wife looks like.” He turns and throws a wink at Minnie, who blushes. “Just as long as that shit doesn’t happen again, we’re cool.”
Right at that moment, Tegan’s eyes meet mine across the room. The look he sends me has my toes curling, and I swear my clit does a little jump. The heat he’s emitting can be felt all the way over here, and it’s scorching. I lick my suddenly dry lips. His eyes track the movement and his jaw hardens. How in the fuck can we both have such a strong reaction to the other when we’re virtual strangers? The answer eludes me, but I don’t give a rat’s ass. I just know I want him more than I’ve ever wanted a man before, even if that does make me stupid. I want him to make me feel what I felt a week ago. I want his hands on me and mine on him. I want to lick him from top to bottom, paying extra-close attention to his cock. I want to see how fast he can bring me to orgasm.
“I have my eye on something else.”
His words are husky and bring me back to the moment, reminding me we’re not alone. Even with the distance between us, anyone could see us eye-fucking each other. I squeeze my legs together, and even knowing it’s not possible, pray no one can smell my arousal.
Minnie clears her throat and walks over to me. “Can we expect you back tonight?”
I’m surprised she would ask such a thing right there in front of Tegan, but then again, we’re talking about Minnie here. She may be more reserved than me, but at times she has no filter.
At the same time I say “I don’t know,” Tegan says “No.”
Logan chuckles lightly. I lift a brow in Tegan’s direction. Cocky bastard. He may be able to see my reaction to him, but I do have self-control.
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” I half tease.
“Yep,” he answers without cracking a smile.
Rolling my eyes, I turn to Minnie. “I’ll call you later to let you know.”
After saying goodbye to Minnie and Logan, Tegan and I leave. He takes me to the same truck he was in a week ago, and helps me climb inside, his hands lingering on my waist several seconds longer than necessary. He gives me a smug smile when I look over at him.
Rounding the truck, he climbs in, then starts the engine. Some rock band comes over the speakers.
“Logan,” he starts, turning down the volume, then backing out of the driveway. “He’s the lead guitarist for Deep Rush, isn’t he?”
I look over and I’m once again hit with a strong blast of desire. He looks hot sitting there comfortably driving; one wrist thrown over the steering wheel, while the other arm sits on the armrest between us. I’ve always found watching a man drive incredibly sexy.
“Yes.” I blame my breathless voice on the seat belt being too tight.
“I thought I recognized him. I’ve been to a couple of his concerts here in Atlanta.”
“You’re lucky. It’s hard to get tickets, especially since they’ve cut back on tours.”
I shift in my seat to face him more. The light from the streetlamps we pass causes his appearance to seem darker. The fingers hanging over the steering wheel tap against the dash. His left leg is bent and resting against the door. My eyes land on the tattoos peeking out of his shirt. In the dark cab, I can’t tell what they are, but from what I saw earlier, they seem very detailed and colorful. His delicious scent fills the space between us, making me want to lean over and run my tongue up his neck and taste him.
Need coils in my belly, and although he has the air conditioner on, I suddenly feel very hot. I flip the vent so it blows on my face.
Tegan looks over and remarks, “Hot? I can turn the air up more if you need.”
He reaches for the controls, but I put my hand on his, stopping him.
“No, I’m fine.”
He looks over again. I’m sure, even from only the occasional streetlamp, he can see my cheeks are flushed. His lips tip up at the corners, but the returned desire I see in his eyes, tells me he feels it too.
At least I’m not alone in my sexual haze.
Instead of putting his elbow back on the armrest, he reaches over and puts his hand on my upper thigh, just below where my skirt stops. The move is bold, and normally it would raise my hackles—after all, I don’t know this guy—but something in me wants his hand there. For some reason I feel comfortable in his presence. Maybe I’ve been deprived of sex for too long and my body would appreciate any guy’s hands on me. For some reason I don’t think that’s it though.
“So, what brought you to Atlanta?” Tegan asks. His hand is warm and rough against my skin, sending shivers up and down my legs. I know he’s got to feel the goose bumps he’s causing. His thumb is rubbing lightly, which totally obliterates my train of thought. All I can think about is shoving his hand underneath my skirt and panties and riding until I reach oblivion.
Hell, Willow. When did you become such a single-minded hussy? My far more reasonable mind chastises me.
“Willow?”
Tegan calling my name reminds me he asked me a question. I shake my head, ridding my mind of all things naughty, and try to remember what he asked.
Oh yeah. Why did I move to Atlanta.
“Uh…” My voice comes out squeaky, and I flick my eyes to him, then clear my throat and try again. “Minnie’s been wanting me to move here for years. I don’t have anything keeping me back home anymore, so I figured now’s the perfect time.”
“So, you’re here to stay?”
I glance at him. His eyes are still on the road, and his expression is neutral, but there’s no mistaking the hope I heard in his voice.
“That’s the plan for now, but I haven’t made a definite decision yet.”
It’s small, but I see his smile.
“Where is home?” he asks.
“Austin, Texas.”
He whistles. “You’re a long way from there. How do you like Atlanta so far?”
“It’s different, but not a bad different. It’s a nice change.”
It turns quiet after that. The music is just loud enough to keep it from becoming an uncomfortable silence. His hand moves a fraction, not down my leg like a good guy would do, but up it, like a bad one would. My breath hitches and my hands fist in the seat beside me. I can feel his eyes on me, but I keep mine on the road. It takes everything in me to not take his hand and shove it the rest of the way up my skirt.
He doesn’t move his hand further up my leg, much to my disappointment, and ten minutes later, we’re pulling into a well-lit parking lot. By the time he turns the truck off, hops out, and comes to my door and opens it, I’m damn near panting. I may not know Tegan, but I do know that before the night ends, my dry spell will be over. Label me a slut if you want, but I’ll be feeling damn good tonight.
Tegan helps me down from the truck and tucks me into his side as we make our way across the parking lot to a brick building. It looks nondescript from the outside. The windows are blacked out with a string of purple lights outlining them and a simple lit sign hangs above the door that says Blackie’s. The place doesn’t look like much, but from the long line I see out front, obviously it’s a gem in disguise.
