Drunk Girl's Fantasies Bundle: 3 Short Story Collection (Restless, Reckless & Rowdy) (The Intoxicating Trio)

by Evans, Lily

  My need grows again as he pumps deep, his chest glistening with a fine sheen of sweat mirrored on his back as I rub my hands over his sides and up and down his spine. He’s sleek and muscly and tanned and beautiful and I’m completely enthralled.

  “I’ve been dying to know what it would feel like having you squeeze my cock with your tight little body, Ashley.”

  I moan loudly as he reaches between our bodies and circles my clit, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb at the same time thrusting deep and shallow. Deep and shallow.

  “I’m coming again, Gage.” I cry out as another orgasm rocks through me. So boneless I don’t know if I will ever be able to move again even though the walls of my pussy are rippling deliciously still as my head falls back against the mound of pillows.

  He grabs my hips, sits back on his heels and rams his cock deep over and over frantically pounding into my slick opening until finally with a guttural roar, his orgasm rips through him.

  I watch as he sits back on his heels, his head bowed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cock still firmly planted in my body. I feel his cock jerking inside of me as his breath slows.

  Pulling out, he moves from the couch to discard the used condom before lying back down and pulling me tight against his body. “That was fuckin’ hot, Daredevil.”

  I grin and I know he can feel my lips move against his chest. “Yeah, fuckin’ hot.”

  ***

  “Huh,” I mumble sleepily, tucked up good and tight, my head lies on his shoulder as my hand rests comfortably across his ridged abdomen, his wiry chest hairs tickling my cheek as we are now comfortably ensconced in his king-sized bed.

  “Why were you dancing tonight at that club?”

  Sheets rustle as I push myself up and prop my chin on his chest so that I can see his face. I blow out a breath. “It’s silly really. Actually kinda embarrassing.”

  “More embarrassing than dancing on a pole in a club full of strangers?”

  I snort at his question that in no way takes me by surprise. “I guess you have a point.” So I relay the whole sad story about too much tequila and how each of us wrote down a dare or our deepest darkest fantasy and that’s how I ended up dancing around a stripper pole.

  “Damn.” He gives me a look that scorches all the way down to my toes and even more so since we are lying naked together in his bed. “You girls are crazy. I didn’t realize that before I moved in across the street.” He leans up on his elbows and places one hand behind my head dragging me up his body until we are nose to nose.

  “It’s not the norm…”

  He cuts me off, lifts his hand to frame one side of my face, his thumb sweeping across my bottom lip.

  My breath comes out a little fast at his close proximity.

  Grinning, he leans even closer, his eyes roam my face while his thumb does another sweep of my lip. “So are you done pole dancing in public?”

  “God yes.” I shudder at the thought of ever stepping up on a stage again.

  He kisses my nose. “Good, because I’m laying claim.”

  “You’re what?” Even though inside I’m feeling all warm, toasty, and fluttery.

  “I know you heard me.” He chuckles. “I’m laying claim.”

  “But you haven’t even heard what the other girls are doing yet.”

  He flashes a smile. “I’ll worry about that tomorrow.”

  “Okay, but I’m warning you…”

  “I’ve been warned.” His voice drops right before he flips me over and settles himself right between my thighs so he can look me in the eyes. “I guess the only way I’m gonna get you to shut up is to kiss you, right?”

  I nod my head and don’t say a word, but I sigh loudly, restless and ready for more.

  And with purposeful movements his mouth claims me, his tongue claims me, and his body claims me.

  RECKLESS

  I thread my fingers through the chain-link fence that surrounds the race track and watch the cars go round and round and round until I think I’m gonna be dizzy. Now that I’m standing here, I don’t even know if I can go through with it. Ashley will kill me if I don’t. She’s already danced around a pole and hooked up with her neighbor, Gage, the hot detective guy. That now seems way easier than what I’ve got planned.

  The crappy part about the whole thing is the write down the fantasy stuff was all my idea. Yeah, let’s write down what we want most of all and have at it. I must have been out of my damn mind. I’ve been kicking myself ever since. I had to go and write down a fuck fest with my high school sweetheart. Really? Oh, yeah, Georgia. Good idea. So what that he’s super famous now and surrounded by super models and car calendar chicks all fucking day long.

  Real smart.

  “Car number ten?” Ashley asks, her fingers gripping the metal links as well, her face turned my direction.

  I move my hot pink acoustic earmuffs. “Huh?” The cars are so damn loud I haven’t a clue what she just said.

  “Number ten?” Ashley holds up ten fingers with her brows raised.

  I smile and nod. “Number ten.” I turn back to the track and watch the cars come around the curve again. God he’s good. Rumors abound that he might even win the Indy 500 this year or die trying. Which is not what I like to hear. Die trying? Do they really feel that strongly about their sport? Does he?

  Hailie touches my arm and as I turn to her she mouths, “This is fuckin’ hot, chica.”

  I grin back and mouth, “Yep.”

  “How were you able to get us in here?” Halie asks as she flips her long blonde hair back over her shoulders glinting in the sun. I grin. It really is a lost cause. The wind is so high today we should have all just worn ponytails. Would have been a whole lot smarter.

  I lean in close so she can hear me. “My dad has done some work for the track.” I shrug. “He’s here today. Somewhere.” I put my hand above my Fendi sunglasses with black and pewter crystals on the sides and scan the pit. There are so many guys running around in jump suits I couldn’t pick him out if my life depended on it.

  Hailie gives me a thumbs up and a smile.

  Jake Mitchell. My first love and so far my only love. I’ve yet to meet anyone that makes me want to give up my fantasy of being his wife, bearing his children, white picket fence and all that jazz. I ‘ve actually had dreams of standing in the winner’s circle with my magnum of champagne and pouring it over his head as he holds up his arms waving to the crowd. I’d call myself a loser, but I refuse to do that. So we’ll just move on. I chuckle at the thoughts running through my head.

  My dad has worked on cars his whole life and he’s really good, so when the Nashville Motor Speedway was actually open for races they would sometimes have him on site. Just in case. Growing up around the guys was fun. I was sad to see the track close so close to home. Now if you want to see a race, you have to drive to Bristol.

  Jake’s dad and my dad are friends, have been for years. We lived down the street from each other, ate dinner, played outside, all the things that children do together. In high school we started dating when I was a sophomore and he was a senior. Both our parents thought it was cool. I definitely thought it was cool. Jake thought it was cool long enough to take my virginity after prom his senior year, then dump me in the fall when he went away to the University of Tennessee in Knoxville.

  Wham Bam thank ya, ma’am.

  Fuck me. And he did.

  I learned a lot that summer.

  I cried a lot that summer.

  And I put Jake in a file in the back of mind that sometimes surfaces when my life isn’t going to way I want it to. Like now. So when Ashley, Hailie, and I sat down with a full bottle of tequila a few weeks ago and ended the night with a slip of paper with a fantasy written on it, I didn’t hesitate to write down fuck Jake Mitchell like there’s no tomorrow.

  So here I am with the girls calling in any favor I can to get us here today while they are doing some practice runs in Jake’s new car. He asked my dad to go on the road
with him this year during the season and Voila! Here I am. Front row seats for the practice. It’s definitely worth the noise.

  Hailie grabs my hand, taking my mind off Jake for a minute. “How much longer?” she mouths. She mimes taking a drink. “I’m thirsty,” she mouths.

  “Okay,” I mouth, tapping Georgia on the arm and say, “Drink?”

  She smiles, putting her hand around her throat like she’s dying of thirst.

  I slap her on the arm. “You’re silly.”

  So here we are three city girls dressed in fuck-me heels and dresses that barely cover our asses in the middle of the day at a race track with a bunch of hot guys in jump suits and good ole boys in the stands staring holes in our already barely there clothing. We skip down the concrete steps to the soda machines to get something to ease the dryness of our throats.

  “I’ve gotta pee,” Hailie shouts as we walk into the concrete tunnel where it suddenly gets really quiet and we all giggle. She dances back and forth on her strappy sandals. “Now.”

  “Fine.” I grab her hand and we all clomp the rest of the way down the stairs.

  Ashley trots next to us, trying to keep up with our long-legged strides. “Why aren’t we taking the elevator?”

  “We’re burning more calories this way,” I say.

  “Good idea,” Ashley laughs. “But can I eat something that needs burned off before we do that, please?”

  “Quit your whining,” Hailie cries. “I’m getting a hot fudge sundae when we leave this place.” She fans her pink cheeks. “It’s too hot to be standing outside this long. I’m dying for some air-conditioned air.”

  “Georgie Porgy.” I’d know that raspy, gravelly voice anywhere.

  Now this would be funny if it was anyone else, but seeing as how it’s happening to me, I find it quite horrifying. You have to understand the sound of his voice is ingrained in my mind. No matter how long it has been since I’ve actually been face to face with him. His is the voice I hear when I think of my future. So now, all the sudden, I’m too nervous to turn around. I’ve changed my mind. Now where’s the exit?

  “Georgie Porgy,” he repeats. Fuck, I can’t even pretend I didn’t hear him now.

  I freeze, my spine stiffening and straightening as I slowly pivot on my Alti Spiked Louboutins which cost me every bit of last month’s bonus, then some. I thought them brilliant for a race track, very edgy. Pasting a brilliant smile across my face, widening my cherry red stained lips I cry out, “Jake, what a wonderful surprise.” My breath whooshes from my lungs and I’m barely able to control my reaction to him, my belly flutters as our eyes meet. He has grown into one magnificent specimen of manhood. I had thought him fantastically gorgeous in high school, but now I can find no words to describe him. Short blonde hair spiked up at the front, but not styled. It’s as if it’s sticking up because he can’t keep his hands out of it. Delicious and completely and utterly masculine. I love it, which bites the big one. Damn, damn, and triple damn.

  Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen him on TV hundreds of times. He does commercials for his sponsors, I’ve watched his races. You can’t miss his face. It’s everywhere, but up close and personal he’s almost too much to take. He’s a few inches over six foot, dark blond hair, emerald green eyes, tanned skin, and muscles. Lots and lots of muscles. Normally he would be way taller than me if it weren’t for my Louboutins.

  I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he grasps me around the waist hugging me tight and spinning me around. “Damn girl.” He whistles, just like he used to. “They sure did grow ya right. You look hotter than a two dollar pistol.”

  “Thanks, Jake.” I smile at him and think the only reason I look hotter than a two dollar pistol is because he’s touching me and setting me on fire. “But can you stop with the southern colloquialisms.”

  He chuckles and a slow easy smile crosses his face. “Sure thing, darlin’.”

  Quickly, I add, “Let me introduce you to my two best friends.” I link my arm with his, pulling him closer. I did the introductions and pretend that being pressed up against his side isn’t burning me alive.

  “Holy cow,” Ashley whispers under her breath stepping closer than really necessary and holding out her hand. “You’re way better looking than on TV.” She lets out a deep, deep sigh that if Gage heard, he’d have steam coming out of his ears. “Wow,” she drawls out.

  Jake takes her hand and carries it to his lips, brushing a kiss over the back. “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.” He sure doesn’t waste time. Sheesh.

  “She has a boyfriend, Jake.” I turn to Ashley. “You have a boyfriend,” I remind not too subtly.

  Ashley looks at me with a wide smile. “I’m very much aware that I have a boyfriend, Georgie Porgy.”

  I glare at her with my lips pursed like I just licked a sour lemon.

  “How about you, sugar?” He turns to Hailie and grins. “Well aren’t you a tall drink of water.” And she is. She’s tall, slender and could eat you out of a week’s worth of groceries in one sitting, so don’t let her slender frame fool ya. She’s dangerous with a fully-stocked fridge.

  Hailie rolls her eyes; her arms cross over her chest and her Jimmy Choo shod foot taps out an irritated staccato. She turns her head with the hint of a grin kicking up her lips. “You weren’t kiddin’ when you said he was fast.” She shifts her eyes back to Jake, one brow lifts and she gives him the once over from head to toe and back. “Now if only he can be that fast on the track I’d be impressed.”

  Jake lets a slow easy smile cross his face before he throws back his head and laughs loud and deep drawing undo attention. “Love your friends, Georgia. Frisky.” His green eyes hold mine for maybe a second longer than necessary. “Nice.”

  “She’s not interested.” I slug him on the arm which doesn’t bode well for my fuck fest I have planned for him. “Really, Jake? Cut it out.” I know I sound annoyed to the Nth degree.

  He gives me a sideways glance. “I haven’t seen hide nor hair of you in almost eight years, darlin’, I think you could cut me a little slack.” Jake’s arm slides along my shoulders and he pulls me into his side, leaning in, his hot breath brushing past my ear sending shivers down my spine. “You’ve come here for a reason and I want to know what it is, darlin’?”

  I look at him in surprise, opening my mouth to say something but he doesn’t let me. He wraps his arm more tightly around my shoulders. “What do you want, Georgie Porgy?” The more aggressive images pop into my mind. White picket fences, 2.5 children or whatever the number is now…

  I scowl at him making a scoffing sound. “What makes you think I want something?” I try to hide the nervous edge in my voice. I did want something. I wanted to have sex with him one more time. Hot monkey sex, then I want to be the one to dump him without looking back. I don’t know why, I just need it.

  “Georgia.” Saved by my daddy. Thank you, Daddy. He’s getting a great Father’s Day gift this year.

  I shrug my shoulders to shake Jakes arm off of me and turn, moving from his side. “Daddy.” I run over to him as fast as I can in five inch heels and throw my arms around his waist but looking at Jake all the while. His brow quirks slightly which annoys me. His look puzzles me. He doesn’t look upset, he looks more curious than anything. Like he really wants to know what I’m up to. Truly interested in what’s going on. He stares at me for a long second, then shakes his head.

  “Hey honey.” My daddy wraps his arms around me and squeezes me tight. “Having fun?” He tilts his head and looks at me, then at Jake. Some look passes between the two of them that I don’t like.

  “It’s great, Daddy.” I don’t even have to rise up on my toes to kiss him with these shoes on. All I do is lean against his shoulder and brush my lips over his leathery cheeks. “You’re the best.”

  “I saw you watching and I wanted to say hi. Can’t stay long.” He chucks me on the chin. “Gotta go.” He grins.

  “See ya, Daddy.”

  “See ya, honey.
” He smiles. “See ya, girls,” he calls over his shoulder. “Later, Jake. Be good.” And there goes that look again, which surprises me. It’s almost a look of warning, then he stops. “You coming to dinner Sunday next?”

  “Let me check my schedule,” Jake says.

  I stiffen, listening with I know my mouth hanging open wide. Dinner? What the fuck?

  “Love to have ya,” my dad replies.

  “Simon.” Jake gives my dad one of those two fingered salutes, then turns back to us with his arms crossed over his chest. “So what is this I hear about hot fudge sundaes?”

  “Dinner?” I grit out knowing I’m living in a dream right about now.

  “Yeah.” Jake laughs. “It’s a meal you eat at night time.”

  “I know what the fuck dinner is Jake.” I step closer, so close I can see the gold flecks in his green eyes. “Why are you eating dinner with the parents?”

  He snorts. “I get with your folks every month or so when I’m in town.” He shrugs his wide shoulders, then continues, “No biggie.”

  I just stand there staring at him. Why hadn’t my parents said anything to me? Definitely be calling my mom tonight. I’m seething inside. They have a lot of explaining to do.

  “I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work,” Hailie states, making me almost choke on my own saliva. I swallow thickly and glare hotly at her as my stomach turns over in nervous flips.

  Jake turns, his grin dying, his facial muscles tightening. “What does she mean this isn’t how it’s supposed to work?” he demands roughly, all the humor vanishing from his green eyes leaving them hard. His eyes skate over each one of us but come to a stop on me and don’t budge.

  My poise slips at his rough tone and I clamp my eyes tight as shame strikes me at the sound of his taut voice. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. This definitely isn’t how this is supposed to go. He’s supposed to see me, fall deeply in lust and drag me back to his house, hotel, whatever, I’m not going to be too picky and fuck the shit out of me so that I can’t walk for a week and say his goodbyes. If I wasn’t wearing my Louboutins, I’d stomp my feet like a spoiled child because I’ve had this planned out in my head for over a decade. I really want to growl. I want to roar. I want to throw something against the wall that shatters really, really loud. That’s how irritated I am. Instead I flash him an innocent smile. “I don’t know what you mean?”