Catching Haley (Falling for Bentley Book 2)

by Unknown

  “One hundred dollars!” someone shouted.

  “Oh, hell no!” I yelled back. “You’re not buying her for the night, asshole!”

  The shouter walked up to the bar. “No, but I do want to take her home. Then, when she is in my bed, only wearing my T-shirt, I’m gonna ask her to marry me.”

  Liz’s head snapped down to see Brad standing in front of her. “Wha-what did you just say?” Liz barely whispered.

  “Baby, I have loved you since the moment you first walked into my frat house. I knew then that you were going to be my wife—someone to share my success with, someone to share my goals with, and someone to give me my children. Liz, I love you because you bring out a side of me that I never knew existed. You make food taste better. Since I met you, I can feel the rhythm of the music, and I haven’t had heartburn over stress anymore. When we are not together, you are always in my mind. I feel loved, and that is the best feeling ever. I’ll never hurt you. I’ll love and cherish you for as long as I live. I know it’s going to be hard. I know that Kirsten and you come as a pair, and I love that about you…”

  Liz looked down to me with tears in her eyes. “Did you know about this?”

  “Yes. He asked me last week.” I wrapped my arm tighter around Owen’s waist.

  Again, Liz asked, “You knew about this?”

  “Yeah, but if I would have known about him getting all girlie and shit, I would have told him no,” I replied while looking at Brad.

  “He asked for your permission to marry me?”

  “Yes, baby, he did,” I said while wiping a tear off my cheek.

  “He knows that we come as a pair, and he loves that about me.”

  “Brad loves you. He’s loved you forever. Now, put the damn man out of his misery.”

  Liz got on her knees and held Brad’s face in her hands. Then, she kissed the hell out of him.

  The whole bar broke into cheers. Brad picked Liz up, lifting her off the bar top, and he carried her outside. The girls all knew that we wouldn’t see her for breakfast in the morning.

  “Could this night get any better? Five hot chicks walked into my bar and put on one hell of a dance show followed by a marriage proposal and body shots. Hell, boys, I think I’ll die a happy man. Now, who’s up for the beautiful Amanda?” He looked over to Amanda.

  “Babe, from what I’ve seen you do with a shooter glass, I can only imagine—”

  “Stop right there.” I placed my hand on Owen’s chest.

  “All right. I’m gonna run upstairs, shower, and change quickly. Then, I’ll meet you on the dance floor.”

  Meg, Caroline, and Amanda all stared at me with glistening eyes before they jumped off the bar top.

  “Someone is going to get laid by the very hot bartender,” Sandra giggled as she joined the girls.

  “Shut up,” I said.

  “Here. Put this in your purse.” Meg pushed something in between my fingers.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “It’s a high-tech condom.”

  “High-tech condom?” I held it in my hand. “What the hell?”

  “Girl, it’s got ginkgo biloba in it. It stimulates the clit something fierce.”

  “Really?” I put the clit-stimulator condom in my purse. Oh hell. “I need a drink.”

  After two shooters and one dance, I felt a warm set of fingers sliding over my dress.

  “I love the feel of this material between my fingers.”

  The way Owen’s breath moved over my neck sent shivers all the way down to my toes. I could actually feel the warmth starting to build between my legs.

  “Is that so? I’m happy to inform you that what’s underneath is even softer.”

  I could hear his growl in the back of his throat. A couple more growls like that, and I wouldn’t need the clit stimulator.

  “Kirsten…” Meg interrupted.

  I looked over to see the rest of the girls.

  “We’re going to go. We’ll see you at breakfast?” Sandra snickered.

  “How are you girls getting home?” asked Owen.

  “I called a cab. We’re going back to my hotel.” Caroline hiccuped. “Breakfast will be in my room at ten.”

  I gave Caroline a nod.

  “I’m just going to pay our tab, and then we’ll be on our way,” she said.

  Owen grabbed Caroline’s wrist before she got too far. “I’ve taken care of it.”

  I looked at the hot bartender. “That isn’t necessary.”

  “I know it’s not, but when six hot chicks walk into my bar and entertain a crowd like that…well, believe me when I say, I owe you girls another night out.”

  “Well, thank you, hot bartender Owen,” Caroline blurted. She leaned toward me. “I truly don’t mind sloppy seconds.”

  I started laughing, and Owen just stood there with his mouth hanging wide open.

  “Night, girls. I’ll see you for breakfast.” I waved as they walked away.

  “Never in my life have I met a set of girls like the five of you.”

  “Shit, this was a tame night. You should have seen us back in our sorority days.” I laughed.

  “So, uh…how close are you and Liz?”

  “Pretty close. We’ve known each other since junior high. We did track and cheerleading together, and then we went to the same college and obviously joined the same sorority. If you are asking if we’ve ever actually muff-dived together…well, I’m not telling. Liz and I made a pact to never let anyone know one way or another.” Although, we never did. We both liked penis too much.

  “Fucking hell,” growled Owen.

  “Wanna get out of here?” I asked.

  “Thought you’d never ask.”

  OWEN PLACED HIS hand against my back and guided me through the bar. I noticed his head nod toward his staff at the bar, and then he fist-bumped the bouncer as we walked past. So, this is how guys do it. They announce it on their way out the door. I guess I don’t have to worry about the walk of shame in the morning since they already know.

  We walked down the hallway and stopped at the last door on the right. He pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door.

  “No one needs to be in my loft who is uninvited.” He opened the door and invited me in. “Can I get you something to drink?”

  I turned around, pushed him against the door, and kissed the hell out of him. I kissed him for all my pain, I kissed him for all my sorrow, and I kissed him because he was one hell of a kisser. I pulled away, so we could breathe.

  “Wow. I take that as a no,” he said.

  I looked into his eyes. “No.”

  He grabbed my legs, lifted them, and wrapped them around his waist. His fingers slid under my dress and over my ass cheeks. “Your ass is firm,” he said, playing with the lace of my thong.

  “The girls and I take pole-dancing classes to stay fit.”

  His head dived into my neck, kissing and sucking it. “Fucking hell,” he muttered.

  Knowing this was a bad idea, I didn’t care. I wanted his shirt off and his pants down.

  Owen sat me on his kitchen island. He stepped back and took a good look at me. “Kirsten, I know that you had a lot to drink tonight.”

  “Shut up, Owen. I willingly came in here. When I say willingly, I mean, I want you to do dirty things to me.”

  He took that step back toward me. Sliding one hand in my hair, he asked, “Are you sure?”

  Am I sure? Is this guy not with it? Can he not feel how wet I am through my thong or how hard my nipples are against this dress? I guess not. Looks like I have to take matters into my own hands.

  I grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt and yanked it over his head. I bent my head down and gave his nipples a little tug with my teeth. Well, that definitely got things started.

  Before I knew it, I was lying down on the island with my legs over Owen’s shoulders, and he was going in for the kill. “Ah!” I shot up onto my elbows. “What are you doing?”

  Owen lifted his head and grinned.
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  I pushed his head back down. “I didn’t say stop!” Lying back down, I enjoyed what he was offering with his teeth and tongue. First, he teased his tongue into my lips and licked up the wetness that was there. Then, he swirled around my clit. Slowly, he took his fingers and teased me before he slid them in. I rode his fingers as I felt the desire beginning to grow.

  “Don’t stop, Owen! Don’t stop.”

  Owen lifted his head while twirling his fingers. “Babe, I don’t plan on it. Let it go.”

  And let it go, I did.

  Owen let down my legs and started kissing my stomach as I caught my breath. “How about that drink now?” he asked.

  “I’m good.”

  I heard my hot, sexy bartender laugh as he opened his fridge and grabbed two bottles of Powerade.

  “Drink this.” He tossed a bottle to me.

  I opened it and took a huge gulp. “That’s gross. What is it?” I asked, wiping my mouth off with the back of my hand.

  “It’s an energy recovery drink. It will give you back your endurance, and you won’t feel so bad in the morning.”

  I hopped off the island and took off my shoes. I absolutely frickin’ love these shoes. I started to lift up my dress. As the dress was over my head, I felt two large hands cover my stomach and slide their way up to my breasts. As he flicked my nipple, I moaned a little, and then those hands helped me finish undressing.

  I took a step into Owen and took his lips with my teeth. I started unbuttoning his jeans. I wanted his cock in my mouth so bad. Just the thought of it made me start to tremble all over again as I kneeled down.

  “Kirsten, that’s not—”

  I placed my lips over the head of his penis and let my tongue do a quick sweep.

  “Oh, I think it is,” I replied, lifting one eyebrow.

  “Carry on then,” rejoiced Owen.

  I could taste a tiny amount of pre-cum, so I took him as deep as I could while stroking him with my hands. That sexy growl was coming out of his throat once again. How does he manage to keep turning me on? I bobbed my head once…twice…three times.

  “You gotta stop. Oh god…” He gripped the edge of the island, “I knew with what you did to that shot glass, you could…”

  Before he finished that sentence, he picked me up and moved us over to the couch.

  “Babe, I’ll be right back.”

  “No, don’t. I have one in my purse…wherever that landed.”

  I saw his magnificent ass walking over to the door and pick up my purse. He’s totally doing that on purpose. No man alive walks with a sway like that. As he turned around, I saw his entire manhood. From top to bottom, what mama saw, mama liked.

  OWEN AND I were lying there, trying to catch our heavy breaths. Thank God for all those exercise classes I take with the girls. I’m almost starting to think I’m too old for the shit that I just pulled off.

  “Where did you learn how to do all that? And after everything tonight, where did you get all that energy from?” Owen asked.

  Lying on top of him, I played with his soft chest hair. “Maybe the recovery drink?”

  Owen lifted his head and looked at me. “No way,” he said, shaking it.

  I giggled. “Nah, I read Cosmo. They have some great tips in there. Some of it, I just wanted to try, and that was a super high-tech condom. It had ginkgo biloba in the lube. That, sir, totally put my orgasm over the top.”

  He kissed the top of my head and played with my hair falling over my shoulders. “I don’t think I can do any more tonight. Kirsten, that was—”

  I snugged deeper into his chest. “Good night, Owen. I needed that.”

  Chirp, chirp. What the hell is that?

  Chirp, chirp. Is that my phone?

  I slowly rolled off Owen and went searching for my phone. After I found it, I saw a text from Caroline.

  Caroline: I sent a cab your way. It will be there in seven minutes.

  Me: What?

  Caroline: Good Lord. It was a quick fix. Now, get your ass out!

  Me: On it.

  Just as I was reaching for my dress on the kitchen floor, I saw Owen looking over his couch.

  “Skipping out already?”

  I looked up in shock. “Uh…” I held my dress tight against my body. All of a sudden, I was feeling shy. “I’m, uh…”

  Owen seemed to be enjoying my stuttering moment. “Kirsten, come back.” He reached out his arm toward me.

  “I can’t. The girls and I are having breakfast, and they sent a cab for me. I should get dressed and head outside. The cab is probably already here.”

  I slipped into my dress, and Owen put on his pants. He walked me over to the door and picked up my thong.

  “Missing something?” He gave me a cute smirk.

  “Keep them.” I winked before heading out the door.

  He grabbed me around my waist. “Stay,” he whispered in my ear.

  I turned in his arms and kissed him good-bye.

  “GIRL, GET YOUR skinny ass in here!” Caroline yelled when I opened the hotel room door.

  “Well, well, it looks like someone is doing the walk of shame.” Sandra laughed.

  I looked at the girls and stuck out my tongue. “No walk of shame here, girls—”

  Meg cut me off. “That’s only because we knew what you were doing, and some of us were mentally living it out with you.”

  We all busted out laughing.

  “Seriously, honey, how was he? And don’t hold nothing back.” Caroline poured me a glass of champagne.

  “Owen was fun. He was willing to try things, and he knew his way around.” I saluted my glass to them. “It was just what I needed.” I stretched out my legs on the couch in Caroline’s hotel suite. Yep, I think this is going to be the new me—the one who takes control and who never looks back. Watch out, kids. Kirsten Backhard is back!

  “Holy crap, Caroline. We will never be able to eat this amount of food,” I said looking over to the table.

  “Oh hell, who cares? That rich jackass, cheating ex of mine is paying for it anyhow!” Caroline cringed while shrugging her shoulders.

  Leaning over to her, I whispered, “Do you want to talk about it?”

  She gave me a cheap smile. “I’d rather know about how that high-tech condom worked.”

  “Please tell me you tried it!” cried out Meg.

  “Of course I tried it. I wasn’t going to let the prime piece of ass slip away.” I laughed. “I don’t know what ginkgo biloba is, but holy fucking hell, I have never in my life come that hard.”

  Meg started laughing. “I know, right? I told you!”

  “Where did you buy those? Not only do I want shares, but I also want to buy massive quantities,” I said.

  “I was doing business in Chinatown, and I went into this dingy drugstore and bought them.”

  “Next time you go, get me a few boxes,” I begged.

  “Me, too!” the rest of the girls shouted and laughed.

  BREAKFAST WAS JUST starting to wind down when we the door opened.

  I looked over at Caroline. “Are you expecting someone? Oh, like, I don’t know…a stripper?”

  “No…” Caroline answered. “But I should have thought of that.”

  Liz walked in with a huge smile on her face.

  “Oh my god! Check out that ring!” I yelled.

  We all got up and rushed toward Liz to see her shiny new addition.

  “Girls, it was the most beautiful proposal ever,” cried Liz.

  “We want to hear all about the proposal with you at home in his T-shirt,” Sandra declared.

  “Girls, I don’t even know what to say.” Liz sat at the table while Caroline grabbed her a glass of champagne. “After we left the bar, Brad had a limo waiting outside for us. Believe me, we took full advantage of all that room. I think Brad even told the driver to drive around the city two more times.”

  We all started laughing.

  “This morning, while lying in bed, he told me all about what made ev
erything fall into place for him and how I was a part of each one of those steps. Then, he got down on one knee and asked for my hand in marriage.”

  “What did you say back after hearing him declare his undying love?” asked Meg.

  “Nothing.”

  “What do you mean, nothing?” I asked.

  “Well, I kinda said, ‘If you are going to be on your knees, you better make better use of them.’”

  Sandra high-fived Liz. “That’s our Liz.”

  “Then, I said, ‘Without any doubt, Brad, I will marry you with all my heart. I’ll be honored to call you my husband and start a family with you.’”

  “Gag me,” I teased.

  “Shut up, bitch.” She smiled at me, walked over, and gave me a big hug. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me enough to share me.”

  “There is nothing to thank me for. He loves you, Liz, and that’s all I could ever ask of him. Well, that, and to never promote my ass to his lame friends ever again.”

  “Well, girls, as much fun as this has been,” I said, getting up from the lounge chair, “I gotta take my ridden ass home. I need to soak in a nice warm bath and have a long nap.”

  “Oh my god! You totally forgot to tell me about the hot bartender!” shouted Liz.

  “Hell, can’t you tell by the way she’s walking?” Caroline busted out laughing.

  With that, I bowed and walked out of the room with Liz following behind me.

  AS I OPENED our front door, I pouted. “I guess this means that you’ll be moving out, huh?”

  “Yeah. I’m gonna miss you like crazy. This is the only part of me that doesn’t want to marry him, you know. I don’t want to leave you behind.”

  “I’m not being left behind, sweetheart. You’re moving on to the next chapter of life—a chapter where I plan to walk right beside you. Just remember when you buy that big fancy house, you will always have a bedroom for me.”

  “Like there wouldn’t be. Where do you think Brad will sleep when you come over?”