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My cock pushed against the fly of my jeans, threatening to explode.
When Marley purred out that word, it took everything in me not to reach across the table and pull her over it and into my arms. But I couldn’t. Not yet. She was clearly still pissed over me leaving so many years ago and not making an appearance until now. I couldn’t say I blamed her. I had my work cut out for me but what was a little harm in flirting a bit.
I readjusted my pants, took a deep breath and left the booth. Marley laughed, the husky sound following behind me as I headed to the bar.
“Another round, Atlas?” Ricki asked while serving another customer.
“Please and I would like two shots of tequila as well. No lime or salt.” I felt it ruined the taste and although Ricki’s bar held mostly cheap shit, I knew that he only had the best tequila. It was so damn smooth, it was dangerous. It burned going down but once it settled deep in your belly, it warmed your soul.
“The usual?” He placed two mugs of beer in front of me.
“Please.” I was brought back to a night years ago. A couple friends I had at the time, and I broke into the bar and drank two bottles between us. Ricki was furious but also told me that I had good taste in tequila. It had been a favorite ever since.
“Two shots of tequila. No lime. No salt. Just how I like it.” He placed the glasses between the mugs. “Careful with that one, Atlas.” He nodded toward Marley and went back to serving other customers.
I had no idea what he was referring to, but I took both of the mugs and shot glasses and joined the woman that I hoped I would end up balls deep inside before the night was out.
Marley
It was weird sittingthere with Atlas. I hadn’t seen him since I was a kid and that was definitely before we became old enough to drink. Although, we did sneak some alcohol from his daddy’s collection and from Ricki once or twice.
“What’s that smile for, Marley?” Atlas asked, sitting back in the booth across from me.
“I was just thinking about the time we snuck some of your dad’s whiskey.”
Atlas chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, a grin spreading wide on his face. “Yeah, that was fun.”
My cheeks burned, remembering the intense make out session we had after that. We were each other’s firsts and I knew no matter how many years had gone by; he was the only one I had never forgotten.
“Do you remember dancing for me?” Atlas reached across the table, wrapping his hand around my wrist and brushed his thumb back and forth along my pulse point.
“Do you remember asking me how to put a condom on?”
A booming laugh escaped him. He released my wrist, sitting back in the booth. “I was sixteen. Actually, I think it might have been before my sixteenth birthday. I had no idea what I was doing.”
I laughed with him. “I don’t think either of us did, but it was fun.”
“It was.” His gaze dropped to my mouth.
My heart stuttered.
Atlas lifted the shot glass. “To a rekindled friendship.”
I lifted the tiny glass and clinked it against his. “Cheers.”
But no matter how much either of us said that we were only friends, something was there. Something would always be there.
Three shots later and my head was fuzzy, but a nice warm glow spread over my skin. I rested my elbow on top of the table, leaning my chin on my palm.
“You’re beautiful.” Atlas peered down at me.
When did he join me in my side of the booth? I shook my head. Or I thought I did. I couldn’t be sure. The shots had gone right to my brain and now everything was fuzzy. Nice and warm and…fuzzy.
“You’re really beautiful,” he murmured, inching his face closer to mine.
My eyes widened. I wasn’t that drunk. I pushed him back, needing some space. Or as much space as I could get with us sitting in the tiny booth and all.
“Atlas, we can’t,” I told him.
