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wanted to smash my face in after he caught us down in the mud.”
    Ellison laughed a deep belly laugh and her head fell
backwards. My eyes ran down the smooth stretched skin on her neck and then
lower to her chest before lifting again to catch her twinkling blue eyes as she
straightened. I couldn’t help but smile and I knew the two dimples on my cheeks
were standing front and center due to my beaming grin. Her laughter was
infectious.
    “Finn? Smash your face in? Hardly. He may be a redneck, but
he’s not a hot head. If anything, he would diffuse a fight before he would join
one. That’s what I liked about him at first. He didn’t feel the need to puff
out his chest at every insult. He just let shit roll off his back and kept
doing his thing.”
    She looked up at me and the light bounced off her golden
hair, making it look like she was glowing. I should have been paying attention
as she sized up the competition for me, but I was too damn distracted by the
beauty of the woman in my arms. My hands brushed down her back and I
instinctively pulled her closer in to me. I stared down at her silently and my
eyes focused on the pout of her lips and the way the lip-gloss she wore glistened.
I wanted nothing more but to reach down and taste her lips to find out what
flavor she’d chosen. Her eyebrow cocked over her eye in question after I’d been
staring for too long and she placed her hands on my chest to push me away.
    “Think we’ve danced enough, big guy. You want to split
another pitcher?”
    “Sure do.” I wanted to get her drunk. I know it’s awful and,
under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t attempt to get a girl wasted, but
Ellison seemed to have opened up some and I figured it had to do with the
alcohol. I wasn’t planning on doing anything with her; I just wanted to keep
her talking.
    And that’s when I realized that something was definitely the
fuck wrong with me. Never before had I given a shit what a girl had to say.
Typically, I would lose interest after the first few sentences they uttered and
focus my attention on what their body could offer me. But Ellison was
different. She didn’t talk about normal shit like clothes and celebrities and
the next opportunity she had to get fucked up. We were on opposite sides of the
line when it came to our lifestyles, but I was damn interested to find out more
about her.
    We made our way to the booth and I sat down hoping she would
slide in beside me. My body already missed the heat I felt rolling off of her
when we’d been dancing. My feet were killing me because she was right —
she was a horrible dancer. Every time we rotated, her heel found the arch of my
foot and I wondered how it was possible for her to hit the same spot every
single time. But I didn’t care. If she’d been kicking me in the shins, I would
have bit my tongue and endured it just to hold her for a few minutes longer.
    El slid in the seat facing me and waved over at the waitress
to indicate we needed a refill. Looking towards me, she smiled. “How much can
you drink, big guy?”
    I smiled. Now we were in my area of expertise: Drinking,
partying and drugs. I’d built up quite a tolerance through the years and I
chuckled to myself when she appeared to be challenging me to a drinking
contest.
    “You think you can drink more than me?”
    She smiled. “No. Drinking contests are dangerous. You can
poison yourself that way. I just want to make sure you walk out of here with a
pretty good buzz.”
    I returned her smile because I liked where this was going.
Clenching my cheeks to present my dimples, I pulled out all the stops to
attract her attention. Girls always loved my dimples and I wasn’t ashamed to
admit I used them to my advantage. “Why? Do you want me buzzed?”
    She looked over to the bar and grinned as she considered
some inner thought. Turning back to me she winked when she said, “No reason.”
    Oh yeah. This was going to be a good night.

 

Chapter Six
    “Boy! Can you explain to