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CHAPTERTHREE
RIFF
We get drunk, but not so drunk that I don’t know what I’m doing. I damn sure make sure that she knows what the fuck is going on between us, because I’m going to take her to bed with me. She is hot as fuck and I want a fucking taste of her.
Tanner laughs as she tells me a story about how she used to play piano and she was so bad that the teacher finally asked her to just quit. She’s animated and bubbly. Her smile is almost infectious. I chuckle, reaching forward and tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear.
“I’m talking too much,” she whispers. “I do that when I’m nervous.”
“Nervous?” I ask.
She nods her head a couple of times, her eyes searching mine as if she’s looking for an answer to an unasked question in my gaze. She leans forward, her lips almost touching mine before she speaks.
“I’ve never done anything like this before. I came here with a friend, but the reality is, I’ve never gone to a party like this before. And I’ve never…” Her words trail off, though I’m sure I could guess at what she hasn’t done before.
“Let me guess?” I ask. “The last party you went to was after the prom, in a field somewhere?”
She holds up her hand, her fingers covering her lips as she lets out a giggle. It’s cute as fuck, too cute, actually. Instead of tucking hair behind her ear, this time, I wrap my fingers around the side of her neck and extend my thumb beneath her jaw, tilting her head back slightly.
Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss. For some reason that feels far too intimate to do here in an open forum. Though, I almost laugh at my own thoughts because I’ve fucked whores right here on this very bar. I’ve done a lot of shit out in the open here, but it isn’t the same with her. I’m not in the headspace to think about why. I just want to be inside of her.
“Itwasprom,” she says between her giggles, her lips briefly touching mine.
“Come to my room with me, buttercup.”
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t pull away from me. Instead, she slips off of her barstool and takes a step closer to me. I feel her hands wrap around my wrist at her neck. She’s trembling slightly and then I hear her speak. It’s barely above a whisper when she answers. It’s just one word, but it’s the only one I need.
“Yes.”
Standing, I lift my head slightly and look down at her. I realize our height difference this way. Holy fucking shit, I’m at least a whole foot taller than her. She really is a tiny little buttercup down there.
“Let’s go,” I say, my voice coming out on a rumble.
Dropping my hand from her neck, I shift and slide my other arm around her shoulders as I walk through the bar, guiding her toward the bedrooms—towardmybedroom. Another little pint-sized girl speaks when we’re just a few feet away from the bedrooms.
“Tanner?” she asks.
I don’t pay attention to the girls talking because Bans, the newest member of our club, stands at my side. He looks at the girl, then shifts his attention back to me, jerking his chin slightly with a smile.
“You hittin’ that?”
Shaking my head, I shrug a shoulder as I give him a smirk. “That okay?”
He shifts his attention to her, then back to me. “Looks young. Make sure you get some confirmation on that age.”
“Thanks, brother,” I say, lifting my hand and clapping it down against his shoulder, jerking it once. “I’ll double-check.”
“Yeah,” he grumbles. “Seen it a hundred times. Just make sure you do that.”
TANNER
Once I’ve assured and reassured Jenna that I am fine, that I’m not too drunk to make this decision, that I want to go with Riff and she believes me, she eventually takes a step back. Her eyes shift from me to him, then back to me again. It takes a few more words and finally she lets me go, but reluctantly. I can tell that she doesn’t want to leave me here, but at the same time, she can’t stop me.
Riff guides me down a dimly lit hallway and opens a door, standing to the side to let me pass. I do, hesitantly taking a few steps into the room. The room is dark, so I turn and flip the light on.
I’m a bit surprised by how plain it is. There’s nothing remotely fancy or even personal about the space. It’s just a bed, a milk crate turned upside down as a nightstand, and some bottles of beer strewn around.
All in all, it’s not as bad as I thought that it would be. At least it doesn’t smell, and it’s not trashed. Turning around, I look up at him, watching him as he walks into the room, closing the door behind him.
