Prologue
Kierstie
Well, shit. Pa always told me my mouth would get me into trouble, though I don’t think this is what he was thinking when he said that. Yet, here I am, walking with a stranger to his hotel room. To fuck. A fine ass stranger. He’s got to be one of the sexiest men I’ve ever seen in real life. How did I end up walking down the block to head to his hotel room, on this Friday night? My mouth, of course. As in, I don’t know when to shut up.
Tonight started out the same as all the others when my coworkers have succcessfully talked me into going out. I go out once a month with them for drinks at a local bar. It’s not that they don’t invite me more often, it’s just that, most weekends, I find myself hurrying to head home every Friday after work. Yes, even though I’ve lived here for a while now, I still consider my hometown home. This is just where I live.
But back to me and my big mouth. I’m blaming the two Dirty Shirley Temples I had that helped loosen my tongue. I’m not drunk or anything, just a little less tense than normal when I’m around people I don’t know.
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I’ve been here over an hour and so far have spent the whole time listening to my coworkers, Katie and Marnie, rate the men at the bar, and if they could guess if they’re single or not. It’s not the worst game they’ve ever played, but if they think a ring is the only sign that a man is taken, they’re completely oblivious.
While looking around the bar, I see a man walk up and order a bottle of beer. He appears to be alone, and I have to wipe the drool off my chin. He’s tall, has broad shoulders, and dark brown hair pulled back from his face, not in a ponytail, but tucked behind his ears. It’s probably around shoulder length—more like he hasn’t had a hair cut in a while than anything else. He’s got a short beard, close to his chiseled face. He makes me wish wall sex was a reality instead of just something I’ve read about.
I grab my empty glass and headed over to the bar after seeing there’s an open spot next to him. The bartender is the same one who’s always here when I come. He’s friendly, but not overly chatty. He just gave the sexy stranger another beer and me my third and final Dirty Shirley Temple. I’m getting an Uber back, having taken one here, but I still like to be in control when I don’t know people that well.
“That looks like the drink my little cousin used to get, but I’m guessing it ain’t a Shirley Temple?” Holy shit, he’s got a voice that could read a phone book and I’d listen to him for hours.
“Actually, you’re not far off. It’s a Dirty Shirley Temple. It’s that drink your cousin drank, but with vodka in it.”
I could get lost in this man’s eyes, and at the same time, I feel like he’s seeing through me.
“So, you like things dirty, do you?” His half-grin makes him sexier than any man has a right to be.
“Oh, I can be as dirty as they come, given the right situation.” Holy shit, this guy is giving off major wall-sex vibes. Like, he’s the kind that if you were the woman he was into, he’d pull over and take you in the cab of his truck right there, right then. I’ve never wished to be that woman more in my life.
The band that’s playing tonight switches things up and starts playing a slow song.
Mister-sex-on-a-stick speaks up. “How about a dance, gorgeous?”
Grinning at him, I nod a yes. “As long as you don’t step on my toes too many times, handsome.”
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Him
This woman has to be the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. You can tell she doesn’t think so, and she doesn’t dress to flaunt it. She’s just in jeans, boots, and a top that shows just a touch of cleavage that I’m dying to lick. Her hair is a mass of curls, and it’s all I can do to stop myself from grabbing it to control her.What the fuck? I’ve never had the desire to control a woman, but she’s bringing it out in me. I don’t even know her name.
What I do know is she feels amazing in my arms on the dance floor. I know I can’t think past tonight, as I’m not there in my life, but the desire, no, need, to have her come back to my room to be inside of her is almost overwhelming. We’ve barely said anything to each other past hello and a couple of lines, yet I can’t think of more to talk about before I invite her back to my room. Fuck it. We only live once.
“How’d you feel about going back to my room with me? I’m staying across the street. Are you feeling the heat like I am, gorgeous?”
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Kierstie
Nodding at him, I agree with him about the heat between us.
“I’m gonna need the words.”
“Yes, I’ll go with you to your room. I’m just hoping you’ve got more than your stare goin’ for ya.”
He actually growls and tells me he might just fuck the curls out of my hair.
I might have whimpered out, “Yes please, now.”
That’s how my mouth got me to this moment in time. We walk up to his room, on the first floor of the travel lodge that’s across the street. He takes the key card out and opens the door. Like the idiot I am, I follow him into the room. As soon as I’m in the room, I’m pushed up against the door and he’s kissing me like I’m a glass of water and he’s dying of thirst. Holy shit, he can kiss. Without thought, I try to undress him as I’m definitely dying to see what he looks like without clothes on. He breaks the kiss, grabs my hands, and puts them above my head.
