Page 3 of Wrecked

“Leah, stop touching my boobs!” Jessica hits my hand as I try to push her double Ds out of her tank top.

She has big breasts, and I just want to play with them.

Jessica is another friend of mine from childhood. She is petite and pretty with long, wavy brown hair. With these knockers, she’s every guy’s wet dream.

I place my head on her chest and smile. “They’re like giant pillows.”

She pushes my head away. “You’re drunk.”

“I am.” I fall forward and use her shoulder for support.

“I think it’s time you went home.”

I salute her and then walk away, looking for Suzanne.

Of course, Victoria is in my way.

“Where’s Suzanne?” I shout to Victoria.

She has been talking to some guys from a local motorcycle organization all night. They’re not Bucking Bronco regulars, and I’m surprised to see them in here. They’re the type Adam Reingold would be interrogating.

“She’s sucking face with Rory O’Toole.” Victoria makes a gagging face. “He’s such a geek.”

She looks over to the make-out session that is indeed happening in the back of the bar. She might think Rory’s lame, but I happen to know he is the sweetest guy in Cedar Ridge and would make an excellent boyfriend, unlike some of the questionable characters I’ve seen Victoria roll with.

I twist my mouth and think of how I’ll get home. I wasn’t planning on drinking tonight, so I drove. “I’m leaving my car here and calling a cab.”

“I’ll drive. Give me your keys.” She holds out her hand, and I questioningly look at her. She feigns annoyance. “I only had that one drink earlier. I’ll drive you home and then walk from there. Your parents’ house isn’t far from my apartment.”

She’s being oddly nice, and it’s making me wonder what she has up her sleeve, but damn, it would be nice not to have to come back for my car in the morning. She appears to be sober, and I haven’t seen her drink anything other than that one mojito.

I nod and accept her offer as I hiccup. “I’m gonna get Sue.”

When I make it to Suzanne and Rory, I awkwardly tap them both twice to get their attention. They pull away from their embrace. Suzanne uses the back of her hand to wipe her mouth, which is glistening with Rory’s slobber while his mouth is covered in pink lipstick.

“Victoria and I are leaving. You ready?” I have to use the wall to brace myself.

Suzanne looks up at Rory, who raises his brows at her. She nods and then turns back to me. “Actually, I was planning on staying with Rory. Maybe going back to his place.”

I look over at Rory, who is looking at my best friend like she’s the greatest prize of the night. I’m pretty sure he’s had a crush on her since tenth grade.

Suzanne’s a big girl. She doesn’t make bad choices, and Rory’s a stand-up guy.

So, I give her a kiss and ask, “Do you have protection?”

“Leah!” She hits me on the arm. Then, she leans in, and with the tiniest of whispers, she says, “Of course I do.”

With a slight stumble, I walk out of The Bucking Bronco and hand my keys to Victoria.

“Which one is yours?” she asks as we make our way to the parking lot.

I motion toward my car. “The blue one.”

“Oh,” she says, unimpressed by my adorable little four-door sedan that was in my budget. I know it pales in comparison to her red Mercedes-Benz.

When you save every penny to fulfill your dream of buying a bar, driving a fancy car is not in the cards.

We climb into the Blue Whore, as I like to call it, and Victoria has the car in reverse before my seat belt is even buckled. The car pops into gear with a jolt, forcing my back to mold into the seat.