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“How ab
out I give you my number? We can figure it all out.” She starts to pull away, but I lean in and press my lips to her incredibly soft ones not wanting to let her go just yet. I lick the seam of her lips seeking permission and she complies. Once our tongues meet, it is fucking electric. I know I just met this girl, but I can’t seem to get enough of her taste. I’m craving it. We continue our slow kiss, our lips dancing to a beat all their own until I hear a throat clear.
“I think we should give them a few more minutes.” We break the kiss but I’ve not let go of her yet. We turn our heads to the voice; it is her friend Rowan. Hunter tries to put his arm around her, but she moves out of the way. Ouch.
“Ro, you’re not interrupting anything. We were just saying good night.” I smile at her choice of words. Good night, not good bye. I lean down, and place my arms under her ass, hoisting her up. She wraps her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I smile as I sit her on the hood of my truck.
“I need to give you my number before we say goodnight, doll.” She laughs and reaches into her pocket. I turn my head to see that the parking lot is filled with people, some waiting out the massive crowd leaving, some still partying, and others like us, wrapped around each other. The guys have Emma’s friends laughing which makes me happy; in case this does turn into something, at least we all get along.
“I think you need your phone too, cowboy.” I slowly turn my head back to her grinning at her nickname for me. I pull my phone out of my pocket and we exchange numbers. Before I let her down and get everyone home, I need to taste her one more time. I lean in and kiss up her neck, and she turns her head giving me better access so I take advantage. I’m nipping her smooth skin then licking it to stop the sting. She’s run her hands up into my hair tugging every time I nip again. Once she lets out a moan I can’t take it, I slam my mouth to hers. There is no seeking permission this time. This is a rough, passionate kiss that has my dick begging for more.
“Shit, we are never going to get out of here with these two,” Hunter says. I literally want to punch him in the jaw for pulling me out of this trance. We pull back and I kiss a slow path to her ear.
“I had such an unbelievable night, doll. I’ll talk to you soon.” I kiss the soft skin beneath her ear and help her down off the truck. She looks up at me with sad eyes, breaking my fucking heart.
“I did too, Cooper.” She starts to walk away toward her friends and for the first time since I lost my dad, I feel like something special just left me. I watch her hug her friends and they begin to walk away. I don’t even realize they said goodbye or that my friends are staring at me, I keep my eyes on them until she turns her head to look back. She smiles that smile at me and I give her a grin and nod.
“Coop, are you done eye-fucking the back of her yet? Can we get the hell out of here?” Fucking Hunter. I turn when I can no longer see her.
“You jealous, Hunter?” Hunter growls and goes to punch my arm. I laugh, moving to the left. “Knock it off, asshole. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
After I drop everyone off at home, I make my way back to the bar. It is after two o’clock, but the bar is still busting at the seams. I walk in the front door and take everything in. Roy is working his ass off, the waitresses are hustling, and thankfully, everything looks to be completely under control. I breathe a sigh of relief. I walk behind the bar and slap Roy on the shoulder. “Everything looks to be under control. How was it tonight?” He pops the top off a Miller Lite passing it to the older man sitting at the bar.
“Boss, I told you we had it under control. Everything went fine, no problems to report. We’ve been busy as fuck though, so if you’re not too tired, help a brother out.” I laugh at him while I turn to wash my hands in the extra sink.
Roy wasn’t kidding when he said the bar was busy. Before I know it, it’s final call and we are finally starting to wind down. We still have some people who linger; as always, I make sure to call them a cab or have someone come pick them up. I never want to feel responsible for someone leaving my bar intoxicated and getting behind the wheel. After the last person is picked up, I lock the door and lean up against it. I check the clock seeing that it is now after four. Damn, I am exhausted.
“Cooper, we just need to sweep then everything is done on our end,” Nikki, my head waitress, yells over to me. I turn my head to see them all busting their asses to get it all cleaned up. I am lucky as hell to have these amazing people working for me. It wasn’t something that happened right away, it’s taken years and a bunch of asshole employees to now have what I have. Taking over the bar has been more than I ever expected it to be. I thought it would be easy, just make the drinks and serve them. Little did I know everything that actually goes into it, from the paperwork to ordering new glasses. It’s taken a lot to get the bar to the point it’s at now. I had taken out a loan to fix everything that was neglected over the years, got all the books in order, and started trying different things. I’ve been doing Saturday night live bands for almost a year now and it has been a lifesaver. I’ve paid off all the debt that I had, so I am finally making a profit now.
I pull myself out of my memories and walk behind the bar to help Roy get it all cleaned up. He is washing cups, so I grab a rag and begin to wipe everything down. “Thanks again for keeping everything under control tonight. I’ll make sure it reflects in your paycheck.” He is dipping the glasses in the sink, but turns to look at me.
“Boss, I told you whenever you need a night, I’ve got this. How was the concert anyway?” I spray more cleaner on the bar top using a new rag to wipe it all.
“I had a great time. Glad I actually took the night off to go.” I feel his wet hand slap my shoulder and I turn to look at him. He’s got his pierced eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face.
“What did you meet a chick or something? You’ve only taken off one night in the last two years and you sure as hell weren’t this happy about it.” Well shit, I didn’t realize I was acting happy. Although now that he brings it up, I guess I am.
“I may have hung out with a girl tonight.” He throws his head back and laughs. We don’t mention anything else about it and we finish cleaning everything up. Nikki, Wendy, and Ally, my waitresses, all left so it’s just me and Roy. “Roy, there is hardly anything left to do. Go home; tomorrow is going to be another busy night.” It takes some convincing, but I finally get him to leave. By the time I get everything done and set up for tomorrow, it is quarter after five. I turn off all the lights and drag my tired ass to bed. I don’t even bother showering. I just strip down to my boxers and fall onto my king size bed. I am asleep within minutes.
I wake up the next morning, well, early afternoon, and stretch my arms above my head. I fold them under me, staring at the ceiling. I had the most intense dreams about Emma; I usually wake up with morning wood but this is a raging hard on. I’m lying there thinking of everything that happened last night, wondering if it seems too eager or desperate to text her already. I decide before I do anything, I should take a shower and check in with my mom. I take a quick shower, washing away the scent that still lingered on me from Emma. After, I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a T-shirt with ‘James Bar’ on it. I make my way to the kitchen for a much-needed cup of coffee. After I have it brewing, I pick up the phone to check in with my mom. It rings twice before she answers.
“Hey, Cooper. How was your concert?” I smile when I realize she is having a good day. I’m leaning on the counter watching the coffee slowly drip into the pot.
“Hi, Mom. It was good. I had a great time. How are you?” She gives a small sigh and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly because I don’t want to hear the heartbreak in her voice.
“Today is a good day, Cooper. I’m going to do a bit of gardening; I am even going to try to read that book I’ve been putting off.” Shit, I don’t want to hear about the books she reads. I mean, good for her, but shit, when your son comes over put that away. I made the mistake of flipping through one once. If it wasn’t my mom reading them it may be different, but I can’t think of her reading that stuff. I grab a mug and pour myself a huge cup of coffee.
“Great, Mom. Well listen, I was just checking in, but I’ve got a shit load to get done before I open tonight. If you are sure you are good, I’ll talk to you later.” I take my coffee to the couch and sit down.
“Oh Cooper, you are such a good boy. Quit worrying about me. I’m fine. You go do what you need, and I’ll talk to you soon. I love you.”
“I love you too, Mom.” I hang up and drop my phone on the couch next to me. Whenever she is having a good day, she tells me to quit worrying, but when it’s a bad day, she is begging for my help. I’m just glad today is a good day. My phone keeps vibrating next to me, but I’m flipping through the channels, figuring I’ll just text them back. I end up putting Bad Ink on. This guy is unreal with how he can cover up shitty tattoos. I don’t regret any of mine, but if they looked like half the shit I see on this show, I’d be pissed. Levi owns a tattoo shop and he’s done all of mine but one. I would never let anyone else ink me now; he is the fucking best. My phone keeps going off so I grab it and drag my finger across to unlock the screen. Ten messages, fuck. I start reading through them. It’s all the guys thanking me for driving last night, asking about Emma, and telling me they will be in tonight for the live music. I just let them all know that I’ll see them later. I’m tossing my phone from hand to hand trying to build up the courage to text Emma. I finish off my coffee and pick my phone back up. “Fuck it.”
Me: Morning/Afternoon, just wanted to make sure you all made it home safe.
I feel like that is a good opening line. I shake my head and get up to grab another cup of coffee. Never have I cared about what I texted a girl before, why am I letting it bother me now? I make my coffee and sit back down. My phone vibrates and I pick it up. I can’t even help the grin I sport when I see she texted me back.
Emma: We made it home safely, thanks.
