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currently matches exactly what I want. Score one for the crazy chick. Thank all that's holy.
"Well," he starts, bringing his face close to mine and talking directly into my ear. "It involves vodka, zero clothes, and you screaming my name."
Hot damn. I love a man who lacks any form of romance.
I arch my brow, "I don't even know your name."
"Jake Archer."
"You live in town?" I ask, and this is a very important question. Because if he does, then I'm gone. If not, then game on, Rockstar.
"Nah, just passing through. I'm heading out first thing but staying in that lodge place tonight."
I almost laugh. Looks like I will be getting laid in Park Bay Lodge after all. I swallow the rest of my wine, jump down off the bar stool and spin to face him.
"What the hell are we waiting for?"
His smile is wicked as he practically drags me out the bar, my own laughter echoing over the dated music. I offer a sly wave to Roy on my way past, who shakes his head in mock disapproval. At least, I hope it's mock. I don’t think I could deal with him being disappointed with me, too.
Jake leads me across the square and into the only other place open in town at this time - Al's Liquor. I smile inside at the memories of my childhood, of getting dressed up and strolling here to buy alcohol. Al didn't care that we were underage, but he appreciated the short skirts all the same. Men.
"I wondered when you'd show your face in here," the old man says when I sidle up to the counter. "I heard your crazy ass was back in town."
I drop my elbows on the laminated wood and rest my head on my hands, flashing Al my sweetest smile.
"Awh, did ya miss me and my crazy ass?"
Jake appears beside me and drops a bottle of SKYY on the counter, the glass hitting the wood with a harder than necessary clink. He snakes his arm around my waist, marking his territory by metaphorically pissing in a circle around my reet. My libido hums in appreciation.
"How could I not? You were my best customer," Al replies, then turns to Jake and grunts, "Twenty bucks."
Jake hands him the cash, then offers me a curious glance. What can I say? I was here a lot when I was younger. Vodka is my friend. My very, very close friend. We're practically sisters. Or maybe vodka is a male, which makes us brother and sister. It would make sense for it to be male. Both men and vodka give me headaches in the morning and I absolutely always regret them. High five . I cracked a funny.
"So what's your name, baby?" Jake asks as we exit the liquor store.
I spin and walk backwards, his fingers linked with mine as I pull him along. I love this, love how simple it is. He doesn't know me, or anything about me and vice versa.
"Guess."
He laughs, halts his steps, and pulls me close to him. His arm moves around my waist and down to my ass. I bring my own arm around his neck and press a hard kiss against his mouth. He responds immediately, heating my lower stomach with intense hunger for desire. He smiles against my lips when I end the kiss, and digs his fingers into my ass as a low growl erupts from the back of his throat.
"Let's go play," I whisper, then pull away.
He drapes his arm over my shoulders, and together we head into the direction of the hotel.
Jake pushes my body against the wall the second the door to his room clicks shut. My pussy dampens in anticipation as he runs his hand up my thigh and under my dress.
We've spent the past two hours getting crazy drunk in the parking lot of the lodge, sharing stories about nothing, and giving each other very little of ourselves. It's been pretty damn perfect, and with the way his predatory smile is stretching across his face as he roams my body, this isn't going to disappoint either. In one quick movement, my dress is removed until I'm left in just my stilettos and red, lace panties. His hands work furiously at the fly of his jeans, before pushing them down and removing his shirt. Now it's my turn to roam his body. Hot-fucking-damn . Jake is a
"Well," he starts, bringing his face close to mine and talking directly into my ear. "It involves vodka, zero clothes, and you screaming my name."
Hot damn. I love a man who lacks any form of romance.
I arch my brow, "I don't even know your name."
"Jake Archer."
"You live in town?" I ask, and this is a very important question. Because if he does, then I'm gone. If not, then game on, Rockstar.
"Nah, just passing through. I'm heading out first thing but staying in that lodge place tonight."
I almost laugh. Looks like I will be getting laid in Park Bay Lodge after all. I swallow the rest of my wine, jump down off the bar stool and spin to face him.
"What the hell are we waiting for?"
His smile is wicked as he practically drags me out the bar, my own laughter echoing over the dated music. I offer a sly wave to Roy on my way past, who shakes his head in mock disapproval. At least, I hope it's mock. I don’t think I could deal with him being disappointed with me, too.
Jake leads me across the square and into the only other place open in town at this time - Al's Liquor. I smile inside at the memories of my childhood, of getting dressed up and strolling here to buy alcohol. Al didn't care that we were underage, but he appreciated the short skirts all the same. Men.
"I wondered when you'd show your face in here," the old man says when I sidle up to the counter. "I heard your crazy ass was back in town."
I drop my elbows on the laminated wood and rest my head on my hands, flashing Al my sweetest smile.
"Awh, did ya miss me and my crazy ass?"
Jake appears beside me and drops a bottle of SKYY on the counter, the glass hitting the wood with a harder than necessary clink. He snakes his arm around my waist, marking his territory by metaphorically pissing in a circle around my reet. My libido hums in appreciation.
"How could I not? You were my best customer," Al replies, then turns to Jake and grunts, "Twenty bucks."
Jake hands him the cash, then offers me a curious glance. What can I say? I was here a lot when I was younger. Vodka is my friend. My very, very close friend. We're practically sisters. Or maybe vodka is a male, which makes us brother and sister. It would make sense for it to be male. Both men and vodka give me headaches in the morning and I absolutely always regret them. High five . I cracked a funny.
"So what's your name, baby?" Jake asks as we exit the liquor store.
I spin and walk backwards, his fingers linked with mine as I pull him along. I love this, love how simple it is. He doesn't know me, or anything about me and vice versa.
"Guess."
He laughs, halts his steps, and pulls me close to him. His arm moves around my waist and down to my ass. I bring my own arm around his neck and press a hard kiss against his mouth. He responds immediately, heating my lower stomach with intense hunger for desire. He smiles against my lips when I end the kiss, and digs his fingers into my ass as a low growl erupts from the back of his throat.
"Let's go play," I whisper, then pull away.
He drapes his arm over my shoulders, and together we head into the direction of the hotel.
Jake pushes my body against the wall the second the door to his room clicks shut. My pussy dampens in anticipation as he runs his hand up my thigh and under my dress.
We've spent the past two hours getting crazy drunk in the parking lot of the lodge, sharing stories about nothing, and giving each other very little of ourselves. It's been pretty damn perfect, and with the way his predatory smile is stretching across his face as he roams my body, this isn't going to disappoint either. In one quick movement, my dress is removed until I'm left in just my stilettos and red, lace panties. His hands work furiously at the fly of his jeans, before pushing them down and removing his shirt. Now it's my turn to roam his body. Hot-fucking-damn . Jake is a
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