She goes wide eyed as we walk up to Slade’s truck. “What?” I put her luggage in the back seat.
“Of course he has a big bad ass truck.” She climbs in.
I laugh. “You should see his bad ass car.”
“Can I say something?” She turns to look at me while I start the truck
“Sure.”
“I never liked Jax.”
I give her a quick look. No shit! “That’s not something I didn’t already know, Courtney. You always voiced your opinion of Jax, but I don‘t understand why you didn’t like him. You had never even met him,”
“I know,” she sighs. “I can tell I already like this one, though.” She shows me a toothy smile.
“How so?”
“You seem different. I mean, you still look just as gorgeous and you haven’t changed you’re sexy style, but you hold yourself different. Like you know that someone knows you’re special.”
“I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.” I shake my head, laughing at her.
“With Jax it was like you were with him, but he made you feel like you weren’t worth him. He never made you feel special. I know you loved him at the time, but it was like you felt you had to earn his love. Now when I look at you, I can tell you belong to someone. Someone who thinks you’re special.”
I have no idea what to say. Everything she just said was the truth.
“So, where we headed?”
“We are heading to Slade’s house. Josh is already there. We’ll pick up the guys, then head to the hotel.”
“What’s up with this Josh guy? Is he cute?” She pulls down the mirror to fix her lipstick.
‘”Yeah. He’s real sweet.”
“Uh-oh.”
“What?”
“You said sweet. That’s code for ugly.” She scrunches her nose.
I laugh at her. “First of all, I’m not trying to set you up. Second of all, he’s very cute. He has the whole surfer look going on. Third, his fiancé broke his heart like eight months ago. Slade says he’s still trying to drink her memory away, but I don’t think it’s working. He always seems so depressed.” I frown.
“Well I will help him forget her,” she says as she pops her lips.
“You already plan on hooking up with him?”
“I don’t plan on it. But if it happens...” She shrugs.
Good God. I’m going to have to warn Slade to keep them apart. This could be a potential for disaster.
She whistles as I pull into Slade’s driveway. “This is a nice house. And he does have a nice ass car.” She’s eyeing the silver two door beamer out front.
“That’s Josh’s car.” I open my door to climb out.
“What does he do?” she asks, still eyeing the car.
“He owns a chain of jewelry stores with his dad.” Her eyes go wide and I laugh. “Come on. Let’s go in so you can meet the guys.”
As we walk in the house, I hear the guys laughing in the living room, watching TV.
“I’m back!” I holler as I close the front door.
“We’re in here, Angel,” Slade calls out.
“Angel?” Courtney lifts an eyebrow. I just shrug.
Courtney follows me as we walk to the living room. As soon as we enter, Slade stands up and walks to me, giving me a big hug and kissing me on the lips. It’s a slow soft kiss and I wrap my hands around him as I start to feel his dick grow hard against my hip. I hear laughing and I pull away.
Courtney is looking at us, and Josh is looking at Courtney with a half open mouth. I smile to myself. Of course he would have that reaction to her. What guy doesn’t? She has beautiful blonde hair that is almost as long as mine, beautiful deep brown eyes and long legs. She towers over my 5’4 at 5’10, and her light creamy skin makes her look like a porcelain doll.
“Courtney, this is Josh.” I gesture to Josh who still continues to stare at her. “And this is Slade.” I gesture to Slade who is standing behind me with his arms wrapped around my stomach, resting his chin on top of my head.
“It’s nice to meet you, Courtney.” Josh holds out his hand to her. She takes his hand and gives him her flirtatious smile. Oh dear God! I know exactly where this is going to lead.
“Nice to meet you, Josh.” Her eyes never leave his as she speaks to Slade. “Nice to meet you as well, Slade.”
Slade and I just laugh. “Well,” I clap my hands together. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“I’ll go get your bags, Angel.” Slade taps me on the butt as he walks to his room to retrieve my bags.
I clear my throat, getting Josh and Courtney to look at me. I smile “So, are you guys ready for the game?” I didn’t have anything to say. I just needed to fill the silence in the room and by the smiles on their face, they knew exactly what I was doing.
Josh looks back at Courtney. “Where are your bags? I can get them for you.”
How sweet, but it’s not like she’s going to need buttering up.
“They are in the truck, ready to go,” she says playfully with a little laugh.
“Oh, right.” He runs a hand through his long shaggy hair nervously, and I try to hide my smile.
“I could go with you to get your bags,” she all but whispers. Josh’s face lights up. He grabs her hand and they go to unload his bags from his car, striking up a conversation about her flight here.
I’m still laughing as Slade enters the room with our bags. “What’s so funny?”
“Those two.” I point a thumb behind me. “I have a feeling Josh is going to need to cancel the third room he purchased.”
“As long as he is happy, I don’t care what he does.” He bends over to place a soft kiss on my lips. “Come on, let’s get out of here. I want to get settled into the hotel and have some alone time with you before we get back out tonight.” He rubs a palm over my left breast as I moan and lean towards him. He chuckles, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.
I huff now that he has me turned me on and turn away from him, walking towards the front door.
I open the back door of Slade’s truck. I had planned on sitting in back with Courtney and letting Josh sit up front to guy visit with Slade, but when I open the back door, I see that Josh and Courtney are in the back holding hands.
“Oh did you want to sit back here?” Josh asks.
“No, no. I’ll sit up front.” I close the door and climb up in the passenger seat, laughing to myself.
“We all ready to roll?” Slade asks as he gets in and starts the truck. We all give a yes and he pulls out of the drive.
“So, Courtney,” Slade starts in once we get on the highway, “Is there anything you can tell me about Angel?” He slides a look my way with a smirk on his face.
“Well, she is obsessed with the color pink if you haven’t already discovered that,” she giggles. “I mean obsessed! In high school, her entire room was pink. I remember us standing in her mom’s bedroom and she asked her if she could paint her room pink. Her mom said no.” She laughs. “That next day, her dad picked me up from my house and took us to Lowes. Sam picked out two pink colors. One baby pink and one a bright pink.” She shakes her head. “We went right back to her house and painted two walls bright and two walls the lighter color. Her mom was so mad, she was grounded for two weeks.” We both laugh.
“Yeah, but I won in the long run cause she was too lazy to repaint it herself.” I shrug my shoulder.
“Oh, but don’t let the girly pink fool you. She’s into all those blood and guts action movies. She loves them. Anything with Tom Cruise and Bruce Willis in it.” She rolls her eyes.
“What? You love action movies, but you made me watch The Vow?” Slade asks amused.
I shrug. “I was in the mood to have a good cry.”
“What? You wanted to cry?” He’s clearly confused.
“Sometimes a girl needs to have a good cry,” I say with a big smile.
“So true,” Courtney agrees. “And the girl needs therapy when it comes to her buying he
els. It’s sickening how many pairs she owns.”
“That I’ve come to figure out. There now sits, like, fifty pairs in my closet. And she wears a different pair every day. The other day I had to make her wear a pair of tennis shoes.” He reaches over, picking up my hand and kisses the back of my knuckles. “I love that she wears high heels. They turn me on.”
I feel my face heat up.
“Like you need help getting turned on,” Josh quipped. We all laugh. “Anyway,” Josh changes the subject, “what do you do for a living, Courtney?”
“I’m an event planner.”
“Is that what you went to school for?” Josh continues to question her. We can all tell he is interested in her, even Courtney, and she is eating it up.
“No,” she shakes her head. “I went to OU in Norman, Oklahoma for a bachelor’s degree in Accounting, but halfway through my senior year I got offered a job at SpiritBank Event Center. After I graduated, I packed up my stuff and went back to Tulsa.”
We pull up to the valet and the guys grab our luggage. As we walk in the building, I pull Courtney over to the side as the guys continue to the reception desk. “Are you going to share a room with Josh? He got three rooms so you would have your own,” I whisper in her ear.
“Well he doesn’t have to do that.” She gives me a shy smile. “He could just get one room with two beds.” She walks over to Josh, whispering in his ear. He gets a huge grin on his face, and steps up to the desk as Slade walks over to me.
Sure, two beds my butt.
“We are going to head off to our room and start getting ready,” Slade says as he pushes me towards the elevators. Josh doesn’t even turn around; he just waves a hand over his shoulder as Courtney rubs his back with one hand.
“Those two are going to share a room,” I say as we enter the elevator.
“I know.” Slade rocks back on his heels.
I turn to face him. “Do you know something that I don’t?”
He shakes his head. “Not unless you can’t see how much they like each other.”
“No, I see it all right,” I laugh.
He takes my hand and leads me out of the elevator, down the hall and to our room. I close the door, and turn to face Slade. He drops the bags and picks me up by my thighs. I yelp as I wrap my legs around his waist, and he carries me to the bed, falling on top of me.
“Now, I’m going to show you how much I want you,” he says, unbuttoning my jeans.
I laugh.
I’m naked in our hotel bed, watching Angel dress. She slips on a pink lace thong and the matching bra. Just the thought of tearing them off makes my dick twitch. She then pulls on a black pleated short skirt, followed by a black sleeveless shirt that makes my mouth water. She sits down on the end of the bed as she produces those heels that should come with a permit out of her bag. I watch as she slides each one on, then stands to face me. I can’t help but smile at how beautiful she looks.
And that she is all mine.
She places her hands on her hips. “Are you going to get dressed?”
I get on my knees and make my way over to her. I put my face in her hair as my hands settle on her bare thighs. I trail them up her legs to cup her ass, and moan. “This skirt is too short, but I do love the access it gives me to your ass,” I murmur in her hair.
She laughs. “It is not too short.” She pushes me back as I fall onto the bed. “I’m going to go fix my makeup and hair. Get up and get dressed, or we will never get out of this hotel room.” She turns and walks to the bathroom.
I groan as I get up off the bed. I would be perfectly content staying in this bed with her the rest of the day, but her friend is in town and she never gets to see her. I reluctantly get up and throw on a pair of jeans with a dark blue button down shirt and roll the sleeves up while I slip on my black shoes.
“You’re so sexy.”
I look up from my shoes to see Angel leaning on the door to the bathroom. I walk up to her, slowly shaking my head. “No, you are fucking sexy.”
I lean down and give her a small peck on her lips as she leans into me, wanting more. I can’t give her more, though. If I do, we will both be stripped naked in two seconds.
“Knock knock. Sis, quit fooling around and come on!” Courtney yells from the other side of the door.
Angel pats my chest. “We will finish this later.”
I lift up her skirt and smack her ass. Hard. “Yes, we will.”
Angel opens the door to a very happy looking Josh and Courtney. They both have huge smiles on their face as Courtney giggles.
“Kitty.” Angel gives her a look I don’t quite get. Must be a girl thing.
Josh laughs. “Kitty?”
“Yes I call her Kitty. You know how I am obsessed with high heels? She is obsessed with Hello Kitty.”
We all laugh.
“Ready to get our drink on?” Courtney wraps an arm around Angel and they start walking to the elevator. As we trail behind them like little puppies.
“Can I help you?” the man at the podium asks when we enter the hotel’s restaurant.
“Four please,” I answer. I hold Angel’s hand as the man leads us to a table.
“Thank you,” she says as he seats us in a booth.
“How did you two meet?” Josh asks as he leans back in the booth, placing an arm around Courtney.
The girls laugh. “Well. I was six, so I was in first grade?” She tilts her head, then nods. “Yeah. Anyway, there was this boy in second grade who asked me to be his girlfriend. Of course I said no, so he started throwing rocks at me while I yelled at him. This pink blob runs towards us and jumps on his back, taking him to the ground.”
She gives Angel a huge smile. “After the boy ran off crying, Sam stood up, her pink shirt and pigtails covered in dirt, and introduced herself. We’ve been best friends ever since.”
“That… explains a lot,” Josh says. Making us all laugh.
“She got grounded for that one.”
“I stayed grounded,” Angel shrugs.
“But every time you got grounded we would call your dad and he would come and pick us up, then take us to a movie.”
Angel nods her head and smiles like she’s remembering a fond memory. “Yeah, he was always fighting with my mom because it seemed like I got grounded at least once a week, and he always defended me. I felt sorry for him, though. He had watched every chick flick there was to see.” She shakes her head.
“Remember the first time we cried while at the movies?” They both laugh. “We were bawling, so he ran out of the theater and came back with two handfuls of napkins. He looked terrified, trying to figure out what he could do to cheer us up. After that, he took us for ice cream and started keeping tissues in his pockets.”
“He was a great dad,” Angel sighs.
“Yes he was. He was like my dad. He always let me tag along.” Courtney looks over at me, then to Josh. “My mom didn’t know who my dad was.” She shrugs.
We all got quiet for a few minutes.
“Enough with all this. Let’s start drinking and telling embarrassing stories about one another,” Courtney says, trying to lighten the mood.
“Oh no,” Angel shakes her head. “No embarrassing stories.”
“What are you worried about? You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,” she laughs.
“I don’t know about that.” She looks over at me.
“I’m sure I could tell a few.” I lean up, placing my elbows on the table like I have some juicy gossip on her.
“Oh no. Don’t you dare.” She pulls on my arm as she laughs.
Josh starts telling Courtney how drunk Angel got off of the tequila on her birthday. I tune them out and lean back, watching Angel. I feel sorry for both Angel and Courtney. I can’t imagine not having a family. I have to keep reminding myself that Angel is very strong willed.
The rest of dinner goes by in a blur as I continue to think of a way I can get her to once again open up to me without running off scared aft
erwards.
“You want to have our usual?” Courtney asks Sam as we all sit down at the bar.
“I haven’t been to many of the bars here in town, but the ones I have been to don’t have tequila rose.” Angel frowns.
“We have it,” the bartender says, overhearing the girls conversation.
“Do you have butterscotch schnapps?” Angel sounds hopeful.
“We do,” he nods his bleach blonde spiked tips, giving her a big smile. I don’t like this guy very much. He looks like he wants to take her home. I saddle up closer to her and wrap an arm around her shoulders. She gives me a look that says she knows exactly what I’m doing. I just shrug and give her a light peck on her lips. I pull back, giving her a wink. She laughs.
“Okay, then. We will take four Wet Pussies,” Angel says to the bartender. I lift an eyebrow at her while I hear Josh choking.
“You okay?” Courtney pats him on the back.
“Yeah.” He clears his throat. “What are we drinking?”
“Wet Pussies,” Angel repeats deadpan.
I pull her close to me as I whisper in her ear, “I bet you have a wet pussy.”
“Always ready for you, baby.” She smiles and it makes my dick stand up. She’s right. She is always wet and ready.
“Here you go.” The bartender places the shots in front of us.
“To old friends and new friends,” Courtney says as she raises her glass. We all nod our heads and down the shot.
“Shit! That is good,” Josh says as he puts his shot glass down. “A little girly tasting, but good.”
“Girly?” Angel laughs. “It tastes like strawberry milk. There’s nothing girly about strawberry milk.”
“That was good. What made you start drinking that?” I look to the bartender to single another round as he nods his head.
“A month after my dad had passed, I got into a huge fight with my mother, so I left, and picked up Court. We went to hang out at my dad’s house, and decided to go through all of his liquor. He wasn’t much of a drinker, but he was always throwing parties for all his employees or Christmas parties for companies, so he had a huge wet bar. Anyway, we just started mixing things together and ended up liking it.” She shrugs “Three years later I was in a bar and when I asked for that he told me it was a Wet Pussy.” The girls laugh. “I was disappointed. All those years we thought we had come up with it ourselves.”
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