Undescribable

by Tessier, Shantel

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  Undescribable

  Copyright © 2013 by Shantel Tessier

  All rights reserved.

  Editing by Jennifer Roberts-Hall

  Cover design by Sarah Hansen of Okaycreations

  Formatted by JT Formatting

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without the written permission of the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  I want to dedicate this book to my wonderful husband, Jason.

  He has supported me every step along the way to help make my dream come true. He was there through the hard days when I wanted to give up, and he believed not only in me but in this book, as well.

  Baby, I love you and I don’t know what I would do without you.

  Thank you for always encouraging me to keep going.

  And to our daughter, Shyley.

  Never give up on your dreams because you never know where they might take you.

  The choices are endless.

  I love you!

  Adjective

  Too unusual, extreme, or indefinite to be adequately described; indescribable

  I toss back the rest of my Red Bull, then throw it in the trash at the end of the bar before I order a beer. I have no idea why I am even at this bar. I spent the first half of my day in airports. I’ve been away in San Francisco on a case for the last three weeks, and it finally wraps up this next week. I flew home to be with my family on my father’s birthday, and after we had dinner at my parent’s house this evening, Josh talked me into coming out with him.

  I lean up against the bar as I take my beer from the bartender. I bring the bottle to my lips as I spot a blonde at the other end sitting on a bar stool. I tip my beer to her and give her a small smile, before taking a drink. As I set the bottle down, she is already standing in front of me. I watch the overly perky blonde smile as she looks up in my eyes.

  “Do you come to Big Daddy’s often?” she asks, bringing the pink alcoholic drink up to her mouth. She parts her dark red lips and lets her tongue guide the straw between them, sucking on it seductively.

  “Yes, you?” I can feel my dick getting hard as I imagine her calling me daddy while she gives my cock the same attention she is giving the straw.

  “No.” She smiles sweetly and shakes her head, causing her light blonde curls to bounce. Then she gets a serious look on her face and leans in towards me. “Why don’t you show me around?” she asks as she runs a finger down my chest.

  I look down at her massive cleavage. That must have cost her several months of paychecks. “What is it you want to me to show you?” I ask, placing my hand on her hip and pulling her closer to me.

  She grinds into my hard cock and moans. “I have something in mind,” she whispers, placing a hand over my bulging zipper.

  I look down to her hand, then back up to her eyes. “So do I.”

  She licks her red lips seductively. “Well, then show me.”

  I bring my beer to my lips and finish it off in one drink before tossing it into the trash. Taking her hand, I pull her away from the bar. Wondering where I can take her, I spot the dark booth over in the far corner. I place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her to it.

  “Someone might see us.” She looks around with a smile on her face, then straddles me and licks her lips. “I like that.”

  Her kiss is desperate as her lips attack mine, and her tongue forces its way into my mouth. I place my hand between her thighs, thankful for the easy access her short denim skirt allows, and pull her panties to the side. I slide a finger into her and her lips pull away from mine, releasing a moan and laying her head on my shoulder, grinding her hips on my hand.

  I notice a guy walking towards the booth. It’s so dark back in this corner that he probably can’t see us, but even if he can, I don’t care. I’m known for this kind of thing; fucking a girl that I don’t know somewhere in a corner. It’s nothing new.

  “I’ve wanted you for the longest time,” she says as she fumbles with my zipper. I don’t comment because, honestly, I have no idea who the fuck she is and could care less.

  “Wait. I have to get to my wallet.” There is no way I am fucking without a condom, so I always keep a stash in my wallet. She sits up on her knees to allow me some space, then squeals as she is pulled from my lap.

  “What the fuck?” I ask, looking up at a bald biker wannabe. I look to my left and watch as the blonde chick storms off towards the exit, not even bothering to look back.

  Well, shit!

  Two hands slam down on top of the table in front of me. “Were you about to fuck my woman?” he growls.

  I look down at my hard dick bulging through my jeans. “Yes.” I lean back, placing my arms on the back of the booth. There’s no reason to lie; he knows what I was about to do. “Although,” I look up at him. “She never mentioned she had a boyfriend.”

  I should have asked. This isn’t the first time this has happened. I have always let my dick control my actions, but I’ve never met a woman with enough balls to fuck a man while her boyfriend was in the same room before. I have a feeling she isn’t very smart, but she is hot.

  The Mr. Clean look alike leans over the table. “You’re lying. You just didn’t give a fuck. Thought you would get some pussy, even if it didn’t belong to you.”

  “Look, it’s not my fault she wanted to have some fun, and didn’t inform me that you may want to watch,” I say with a smile on my face. “I would have let you.”

  I have never been one to hold my tongue. I’m pretty cocky, and my mouth has gotten me into more fights than I can count. Some people only get that way with alcohol, but I’ve only had one beer so far. I’ve never needed the help of the liquid courage to get my mouth running, and this guy is pissing me off. He just ruined any chance I had to fuck his hot ass girlfriend.

  He grabs a fist full of my shirt. I stand and bring my right arm up, then back down quickly, hitting his forearm. He lets go with a grunt, and I grab his shirt in both of my hands before he can get away. I sit and pull roughly on his shirt, slamming his chest and side of his face down onto the table, then pull him roughly towards me.

  “I was telling you the truth,” I growl, beyond pissed he would want to fight with me. “The bitch obviously doesn’t care about you, and all I wanted to do was fuck
her.”

  “You son of a—”

  “Do you want me to kick your ass?” I question. “Because to me, she is not worth fighting over. Just another bitch who can’t stay faithful. You think I’m the first? She didn’t even bother asking my name.” I’m pretty sure she knew who I was, though. “You want her? She’s yours.” I shove him, then lean back in the booth as he stands up. “Now, you can go fuck the slut and leave me the hell alone.”

  He stares at me with narrowed eyes, his jaw twitching, and his breathing heavy I know that look; he wants to beat my ass, but that’s not going to happen. I get out from behind the booth and cross my arms over my chest as I straighten my back.

  “Something else you would like to say?” I ask with a smile on my face. He fists his hands down at his side a few times before he turns around to walk away. He spins back to face me and pulls his fist back. I duck as he takes a swing at me, then stand up and punch him in the stomach. He hunches over and I take advantage of the situation, grabbing the back of his neck and shoving his face into the table. He moans as he falls to the floor.

  “I suggest you get the fuck out of here before you piss me off,” I growl, leaning over him.

  “You fucking bastard!” he spits out as he tries to stand.

  “Is there a problem over here?” Josh, my best friend, asks as he comes up behind me.

  “No. Just a… misunderstanding,” I say watching the man fumble as he stands.

  “Stay the fuck away from Maggie.”

  “Who’s Maggie? Oh, your woman.” I nod. “Right. She’s all yours,” I say with a smile.

  He gives us one last look, then turns to walk away.

  “Let’s go get some more drinks,” Josh says with a grin.

  “What is so funny?” I ask.

  “We saw you with his girlfriend,” he laughs.

  I don’t find it funny. The bitch had to have known her boyfriend was here. Was she trying to get my ass kicked? Maybe she was hoping I’d kick the fuck out of her boyfriend. Either way, she wasn’t worth the fight. I would beat his ass for pulling on my shirt. But for her? Fuck, no!

  “Come on, man,” Josh says as he turns away from me. “I have someone to introduce you to.”

  “Let’s leave and take this party back to my place,” I say, rolling my shoulders.

  “Already knew you were going to say that.” He smiles as we approach a group of people by the entrance. I spot some guy making out with Bridgette. She is one crazy bitch, but not too bad of a fuck. I catch sight of Josh as he stares at them in confusion.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He shakes his head. “Stupid fucker,” he mutters under his breath. I don’t quite understand what he means, but before I can think much about it, he has my arm draped over a woman. “Slade, this is Jessica.”

  “Well, hello there, Jessica.” I smile at her.

  “Nice to meet you, Slade,” she purrs like a kitten in heat, placing her hand on my chest.

  I look over at Josh. “Let’s have a few more beers, then head to my house,” I say, unwrapping my arm from Jessica.

  “May I come?” she asks, smiling softly while eyeing me up and down.

  This is why I don’t fight over any woman. There’s no need for it. There will always be another one willing to lie down and spread her legs. Jessica’s cute, but I’m still kind of pissed off about the bitch that had me knocking her boyfriend’s head into the table. As much as I fuck around, I can’t stand bitches who can’t be faithful. If you want to fuck someone different every night, then stay single. It’s not fucking rocket science.

  I turn to Jessica. I’m still horny as fuck, and I’m not going to let Mr. Clean keep me from getting a piece of ass tonight. I place a charming smile on my face and take a step towards her. “I assume you’re single?”

  She takes a deep breath as her eyes meet mine. “Of course.”

  I push her hair away from her ear as I lean down to whisper, “Then yes, I’ll have you coming all night.”

  Where in the hell is he?

  I roughly place my phone on the bar and run a hand through my ponytail.

  “Jax still not answering your texts?’’

  Holly always seems to know when I’m in a bad mood. I can’t hide much from her. I haven’t really made friends with anyone other than Holly here at Larry’s. I’m a part time bartender and waitress and I’ve only met the owner, Carlson, once. Holly pretty much runs this bar herself, including all the scheduling, so she always makes sure to schedule me on a day when she will be working. Holly and her boyfriend Micah have become my best friends in the last few weeks. They are actually my only friends in this town.

  When we moved here, Jax didn’t want me to work. He said I didn’t need to, and I didn’t think twice about it. I’m a bit of a loner and like keeping to myself. I’ve dealt with a lot of loss in my life. If you don’t get close to someone, then you won’t miss them when they’re gone, but it was different with Holly. She is too sweet not to be friends with. And Micah has been helping me out since the moment I met him.

  I look down at the clock on my phone. Almost ten. Last time he texted me was a little after six, and I could barely read that text because he had already been drunk off his butt.

  I hope nothing has happened to him.

  “He’s either too drunk to feel his phone vibrate in his pocket, or he is ignoring me.” I’m thinking the latter.

  I look up from my phone and catch Holly’s sympathetic eyes staring at me. She is about my height, 5’4, and petite in size. She has thick, black hair which she wears in a short bob. Her hair frames her heart shaped face, accentuating her big, creamy brown eyes. Right now, those eyes are telling me that she thinks Jax is up to no good. I’ve thought that same thing the last couple of weeks, but wouldn’t I know if he was out with another woman? I’m sure word would get back around to me, or someone at Larry’s.

  Someone would tell me...

  Don’t get me wrong. We’ve had a pretty good relationship, even if it has been only eight months. We had never really argued until we moved here. Something has changed though, just in the last couple of weeks, and I have the feeling that he is up to no good. He would rather go out and party with friends, than be with me. Friends that I haven’t ever met. I went out with him a couple of times, but it didn’t go very well. We ended up getting into it, both times, so I stay home now if I’m not already scheduled to work.

  “Know what I mean?’’ Holly interrupts my thoughts.

  I shake my head no, not having a clue what she has been saying to me. “I’m sorry?”

  I take two Bud Light out of the cooler and scan the bar, checking on my customers. A few more regulars walk in and seat themselves.

  Holly lets out an exasperated sigh, telling me she has something to say, so I put down the beers and turn my body to face her. My friend is obviously going to tell me how she feels about my situation.

  “I don’t want to put bad thoughts into your head, but I don’t know how you can put up with all this shit. He goes out every night, comes home late, and ignores your phone calls and texts.” She crosses her arms over her chest, and I get the feeling it’s so that she doesn’t start shaking me.

  Maybe I need to be shaken.

  “Not everyone has a perfect relationship like you do, Holls.” I grab the bottle opener out of my back pocket and pop the top on the beers. Holly and Micah have been together for three years. They have a wonderful relationship and are madly in love.

  “I’m not saying it needs to be perfect. Look, I don’t know how to explain what I’m trying to say. Let me try again.” She takes a deep breath. “You’re beautiful, and could have any guy you want. When you first started working here, you guys were a little rocky, but you were still smiling and happy. This past week, you’ve seemed so…..down.” She frowns.

  “Geez, thanks.”

  I know she’s right, but I just can’t seem to get out of this funk that I’m in. It’s hard to be happy twenty-four seven when you’re alway
s wondering what, or who, your boyfriend is out doing.

  “I’m sorry,” she says sadly. “It’s just that—” She uncrosses her arms and slumps her shoulders, clearly defeated.

  “No, don’t worry about it, Holly.” I put a hand up, interrupting her. “I promise to work on my happiness.” I give her one of my big fake smiles as I walk out from behind the bar to deliver the beers. I hear Holly laugh.

  “I’m going to hold you to that.”

  I deliver the two beers and check on a new table that was just seated. “Hey, Sam. What’s going on tonight?” Henry, one of my regular customers asks as I walk up to their table.

  “Not much, Henry. Just trying to stay busy working.”

  I give the three business men a smile. I waited on them the first night I worked, and have seen them every night I’ve worked since. They always come in together, dressed in suits. I don’t ask questions, but I’m guessing they tell their wives they are working late and hit up the bar instead. “The usual?”

  “You know it,” Henry nods, and I head back to the bar.

  “Holls?”

  She looks up from the cash register.

  “After I deliver these three beers, I’m going to run to the restroom real quick. Everyone should be ok, but can you just keep an eye out for my tables? I only have the two.” I pop open three Budweiser.

  “Sure, no problem.” She waves me off.

  I pick up the beers and place my tray on top of the bar. “Here you go, boys.” I place each beer in front of them.

  “I’m buying the first round, Sam.” Henry pulls out his wallet, handing me a ten. “Keep the change, darling,” he adds, giving me a smile.

  “Thanks, Henry. I’ll be back to check on you three in a few minutes.” I turn and walk off, heading for the restroom.

  For a bar restroom, it is very clean. Well, it is when Holly and I work. I walk over to the counter and take my phone out of my back pocket to check it.

  Nothing.

  I’m really starting to get mad. You know when you’re so mad that you want to cry in frustration? I’m almost there.