The Bar Scene

by Ginny Frost

  Table of Contents

  Excerpt

  The Bar Scene

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Acknowledgements

  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

  A word about the author…

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  Blond hair poked through the door, and Drew’s dark, luminous eyes met hers. He grinned. She stared, her mouth forming a perfect O, the barrage of cuss words dying on her tongue. The IRS, her personal money problems, her need for a new job vaporized like smoke.

  He slipped into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Leaning against the door, he sent her a cagey smile, mischief shining in those eyes. “Hey,” he said.

  “Hey, yourself.” Thrown, she sat, rooted in her chair, and didn’t know what to think or feel at his unexpected appearance. His boldness, entering her office unannounced, shocked her, but at the same time, thrilled her. Memories of last night fluttered through her mind, and she straightened, attempting to settle her charged nerves.

  “The red dress.” His voice husky. He caught his lower lip in his teeth.

  “What? Drew—”

  He cut her off. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are in that dress? You make every man want you, every woman jealous.” He stepped closer. A weird rush surged through her, as if he were some predator, hunting her. Heat danced over her body and flashed in down below.

  The Bar Scene

  by

  Ginny Frost

  Oakwood Tavern

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

  The Bar Scene

  COPYRIGHT © 2018 by Ginny Frost

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission of the author or The Wild Rose Press, Inc. except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews.

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  Cover Art by Rae Monet Inc Design

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  Publishing History

  First Champagne Rose Edition, 2018

  Digital ISBN 978-1-5092-2105-9

  Print ISBN 978-1-5092-2177-6

  Oakwood Tavern

  Published in the United States of America

  Dedication

  To Ben

  Thanks for changing your mind.

  Acknowledgements

  Without these people, The Bar Scene would still be stuck in my head: My husband, who encourages me daily, supports my efforts and hugs me when I'm frustrated.

  My daughters who tolerate my crazy habit. I promise this is the last paragraph.

  My crit partners, Kari Cole, Cara Connelly, and Autumn Jones Lake. Thanks for kicking my ass and getting me to revise AND edit. I owe you all so much.

  Kimberly Ames, who gave me permission to take the books out of my head

  My writing groups, Capital Region RWA, and the Albany NaNoWri.

  My editor, Judi Mobley, and everyone at The Wild Rose Press. Thanks for your hard work, encouragement, and patience with this newbie.

  My parents who bought me that typewriter back in '85. Whoda thunk?

  Thanks, everyone. I'm truly lucky to have you in my life.

  Chapter One

  The ice-cold beer soothed Drew’s jangled nerves as he leaned against a carved wooden column at the Oakwood Tavern. Tonight, she’d say yes when he asked her out, unlike last time. Terese…

  Behind the giant oak-slab bar, the bartender clanged a bell, indicating last call.

  Time to act.

  As if on cue, Terese Brock wandered over to the waitress station, depositing detritus from several empty tables. Her tight, black jeans and lacy, green tank top accentuated her perfect body. Wooden chopsticks pinned her black hair back into a messy bun. Even after a long shift, her soft lavender perfume tickled his nose. Closing his eyes, he leaned forward and drank in the delicious scent.

  Wiping his palms on his jeans, he counted to ten. “Hi.” The space between them was sufficient he didn’t trap her against the bar, but she’d have to push past him to leave. Terese’s eyebrows raised as he leaned in. Pressing her lips together, she lowered her shoulders and narrowed her eyes, the epitome of cool and calm.

  “Hi,” she said, polite, careful.

  Drew swallowed hard. Every cell in his body screamed run. He’d never been so close to her, and he froze, unable to form words. Her eyes glowed soft blue. Her full lips, purple-red, shone with some sort of glossy lipstick. But she didn’t smile.

  Lips pursed, she laid her hand lightly against his chest, probably to lever him out of her way. He didn’t want to come off as one of the usual drunk pick-up artists. He’d waited weeks to build up the confidence to ask her out. Backing down wasn’t an option.

  He held his ground. Her body tensed, like the night he’d watched her toss a rowdy drunk without any help from the bouncer. Clearing her throat, she broke his trance.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Pushing in closer, he kissed her—a full-on, no-excuses lip-lock. He poured his pent-up desire from the past few months into it. He brushed her cheek with his finger and barely restrained from crushing her into a tight embrace. He yearned to pluck the chopsticks from her hair, letting her locks spill down around her face.

  She didn’t move or didn’t kiss back.

  At first.

  Then all at once, she melted into him, parting her lips, inviting him in.

  Drawing her closer until their bodies pressed together, he lost himself. It was everything he imagined— hot, hungry, and wanton. Restraining so as not to rush, he slowly deepened the kiss. Their bodies pressed together closer. His cock stood at attention, aching for the woman in his arms. He shifted slightly. Accidentally poking her would send him out faster than that drunk. Terese’s other hand slid up to his chest. He finally caught her attention.

  She shoved him backward, hard. Reality crashed over him like a wave as the kiss broke, leaving him feeling lesser somehow. Straightening her shoulders, she dressed him down. “You only get one, mister.” She patted his arm, grabbed a tray of drinks, and sashayed off to a back table.

  Drew stood dumbfounded. Words failed him as he watched her lovely backside sway, the tray poised in her hand. Blood throbbed in his cock.

  She’d kissed him!

  No way he’d let her get away now. He stepped toward her when a tap on his shoulder halted him. Eric, the head bartender, smiled as he polished a glass.

  “Pretty neat trick,” he said, the corner of his mouth twitching up.

  “Huh?” Drew asked, his brain scrambled from the kiss.

  “Let me give you some free advice, pal.” Eric concentrated on his glass polishing. “Don’t mess
with Terese. She’s not some little coed you can bed and forget. She’s a lady. Step off and come back when you aren’t wasted.”

  An image of Terese bouncing the drunk spun in his head. She’d grabbed the guy’s wrist, spun, and twisted his arm behind his back. The move was all fluid grace, subtle, draining the fight right out of the guy. Effortlessly, she dragged him to the door and tossed him out. The effect was awe-inspiring and deeply erotic.

  Drew blinked at Eric, then watched Terese serve drinks, chatting with customers. The tray balanced on her out-thrust hip as she spoke, transforming her simple silhouette into a Greek goddess. Lust fired in his gut.

  “So not drunk, Eric,” he said, matter-of-factly. No amount of alcohol had ever made his head spin like her lips on his.

  ****

  Terese’s back tingled where the blond’s gaze bored into her. Ignoring the impulse to face him, she served up drinks to the last table of the night. Maybe she shouldn’t have let Angelina leave early. Or maybe shaking her ass as she walked away was not the best idea. But she needed to do something with the heat he poured into her. It’d been a long time since she’d been kissed like that. Licking her lips, she tasted him and wanted more. But bringing home a frat guy never worked out.

  Ever.

  Pausing to talk with a couple of customers, she wondered how to avoid the yummy thing at the bar. She had an itch that demanded to be scratched, and tall, blond, and handsome was the perfect way to satisfy it. But ugh, such a bad idea. She strolled toward the bar, scanning for Tom, the bouncer, just in case.

  The blond appeared in front of her. In a rough, sexy voice, he said her name, “Terese.” Her toes curled inside her designer mini boots at the sound of it. “Come with me.”

  He tried to wrap his arms around her and steal another kiss. Oh, these drunk college boys. She held a hand out to keep him at arm’s length. “Sweetie, I can’t.”

  He shifted toward her, disregarding her protest. Normally, she’d have an aggressive guy like him on the floor, squirming in pain from a pinch hold, but there was something about him. Something in those dark eyes called to her. He gazed down at her for a split second before pressing his lips against hers again. Terese folded under the passion of his kiss. The decision easy—she wanted him.

  Now.

  She broke the kiss, drinking him in one long look. That handsome face, the wild, blond hair. He was what she needed. She shifted her gaze to Eric, who sported a huge grin. She nodded and he returned it. A male bartender saved her from spending hours justifying her choice.

  Absently setting down the tray, she linked her free hand with the blond’s. “I’m Terese,” she said, leading him to the front door.

  “I know…” He hesitated. All that bravado and he wasn’t sure now? I don’t think so. Pausing, she popped her hip out, cocked her chin, and stared him down. His expression relaxed, and he pulled her to him, confidence seemingly restored. “I’m Drew.”

  She examined him. Lust, desire, and want reflected back to the nth degree. Much better.

  “Your place or mine, Drew?”

  ****

  Terese didn’t bother to think. It’d been forever since she’d enjoyed the pleasure of a man’s touch. The dry spell left her dying for whatever the tasty blond offered.

  Drew, most likely an underclassman and a virgin too, must’ve been dared to hump the bar hostess. With the level of hormones thrumming through her veins, she only cared he was male, in her apartment, and soon to be naked.

  Once inside her tiny bedroom, she ordered him to strip.

  He raised an eyebrow. “Uh…” He trailed off, his lip caught in his teeth.

  Placing a hand on her hip, she tapped her foot on the faux oriental rug. “You heard me.”

  With an unfazed shrug, he jerked his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Arms out, he stepped closer but paused as she frowned.

  “I said ‘strip.’” Her breathy words hardly concealed her desire. She didn’t care. College man needed to be naked and on his back.

  Right. Now.

  She marched forward and tugged at the button on his jeans. “Did I stutter?” His eyes widened, but his luscious mouth formed a grin.

  After his pants dropped, he kicked them backward, leaning in to kiss her in one smooth motion. His mouth, hot and delicious, and his tongue teased, promising dark and sensual things. A moan bubbled up from her throat. He wrapped his arms around her, deepening the kiss and crushing her body against his. Apparently, he was as happy to be here as she. As he ended the kiss, a shudder of red-hot desire shook her body.

  She raked her hands through his hair, fisting the curls, tugging him down. She pressed her hips against him again but only enough to give him a taste. Breaking away with a pop, she shoved him toward the bed.

  Mouth agape, he staggered back, his knees hitting the edge of the double mattress. He sat down hard. Smiling slyly, she bowed her head and plucked the two chopsticks from her hair. As she flipped her head up, the long, dark hair flowed down her back like a river. She shook it out, loving the feeling of silk on her back.

  Drew groaned, leaning back on his elbows, his boxers tented. She strode toward him, yanking her tank top over her head. Halting at his feet, she placed her hands on her hips. His gaze leisurely strolled up and down her body. But he didn’t move an inch.

  A predatory grin spread across her face. This was going to be fun.

  Teasing him, she removed her jeans slower than necessary. The sheets rustled as he squirmed on the bed. Tossing the clothes aside, she stepped closer, kicking his legs apart to make space between them. He sat up, settling his hands on her hips.

  “Now, Drew,” she purred. “What do you—?” He cut her off, drawing her against him and running kisses up and down her stomach. His hands traced her curves up her back and deftly unhooked her bra. Fire bloomed in her belly, and her nipples contracted into little nubs.

  Still tracing kisses over her torso, Drew spun her down onto the bed under him. He knelt over her, his hands exploring, his mouth finally latching down on a hard nipple. Terese moaned as waves of electricity pulsed through her. His mouth was as magic on her breast as it’d been on her lips. God, she wanted him to go south and stay there for a week.

  His hand slipped inside her panties, causing her to gasp. Damn, he knew what he was doing. Terese groaned and ground her hips to the rhythm he set, enjoying the center stage. She traced her fingers along his arms and back, wanting, needing to touch him too. The angle was off enough that reaching into his shorts was an impossibility, and a little whimper of disappointment escaped her lips.

  Drew glanced up, a sliver of worry creasing his forehead.

  “Come here, frat boy.” She laughed, wrapping her arms around him and turning him over on the bed. Mmmm, that’s more like it.

  Terese attacked his beautiful mouth, kissing him hard and sucking his tongue. Every nerve in her body sang. His hips bucked at her steamy assault. She pressed her pelvis into him until he groaned aloud. Desire crashed through her veins like a freight train.

  She plunged her hand into his shorts and found the length of him. Giving him a tight squeeze, she elicited another substantial moan from his lips. Relenting, she stroked him in long caresses.

  “You ready?” she panted, twisting her hand, and he bucked again. His gaze met hers, his blond hair like a halo around his head.

  Giving her a crooked smile, he gently ran his fingers through her hair. “Hell, yeah,” he whispered.

  Stretching over him, Terese snagged a condom from her nightstand. Drew scrambled under her to remove his shorts. She sat back on his thighs, staring him right in the eye as she rolled the condom down his length. His eyelids fluttered.

  No short trips, cutie.

  Sinking low, she crawled up his chest, kissing here and there, pressing her body against his erection. Practically trembling beneath her, he ran his hands down her back and cupped her ass, as she hovered over him. Hooking his fingers underneath her panties, he yanked them off. Nothin
g between them now but a thin layer of latex.

  Terese crept forward and sat on his stomach, and her gaze locked with his. Something deeper than merely lust and desire lingered in his stare. He traced her thighs with the tips of his fingers, ever so patient. His little, crooked smile appeared again. She burned to taste him once more.

  As she leaned forward, her mouth found his. A yummy burst of heat rushed through her. His tongue rolled with hers, dialing it up to an eleven. Every touch of his lips, his tongue sent her to heaven.

  Lowering her hips, she pushed him inside her. Waves of pleasure and lust danced through her body. Damn, he felt good. So good. Her hips rocked and she started to lose herself. The only thing existing in the world was the place where he filled her, giving her what she desired.

  Sitting up higher, she rode him hard, guttural noises escaping her lips. It was too much. He was too much, filling her so full, stretching her wide. Her nerves burst with electricity and pleasure. Lost in passion, she almost didn’t notice his finger snake under her. But when he found her clit, she panted and ground herself even harder into him.

  A few small, slow circles of his finger, and Terese exploded. The orgasm shook her right down to the bone. Heat bloomed over her skin, and her nipples twisted up so tight, they hurt. She screamed his name as she climaxed, then dropped down on top of him, exhausted.

  ****

  Drew watched the parade of emotions dancing over Terese’s face as she came. She transformed into a glorious goddess above him, bathed in a halo of light. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Cresting the climax, she collapsed on top of him, giving him a small squeeze as she did.

  That was all he required. He spun her on her back. Their bodies still fused together. He gazed down at her, and a powerful urge swept over him. He thrust into her again and again. His whole world centered on where their skin touched, his and hers. Terese. His entire body tensed as it drove harder and faster until his balls squeezed and he came in a torrent.

  He lay on top of her a moment, catching his breath. When her hand reached up, brushing his curls back, he dared to glance down at her. Her hair fanned on the pillow, her face and skin pink from the exertion, and her eyes…those amazing blue eyes shone with satisfaction. Bending down, he kissed her again, long, slow, and sweet.