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Chapter Nine
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After texting Emmathe watered down version of my lunch with Hudson, I gave my sister and the other girls the same info. I left out the fact that he kissed me or that I kissed him, figuring it would probably incite more questions which I had no clue how to answer.
It wasn’t long after I arrived back from lunch that we all started to get ready for our night out. I hadn’t realized it at the time, but Hudson and I were at Mimi’s for over three hours, something my sister instantly pointed out when I walked in the door at nearly four o’clock.
Now here we are four hours later, dressed once again in matching shirts. Tonight’s attire is almost identical to the tanks we wore yesterday, but the words are different. The front of Starr’s shirt reads,I’m getting married, withBrideacross the back. While ours say,So we’re getting drunk,with our role in the wedding on the back. The colors are also flip-flopped. Instead of white with red writing, tonight’s shirts are red with white writing.
I partnered mine with short jean shorts and a pair of black chucks, while the other girls–minus Sandy–are sporting big fluffy tutus and heels. They tried to sell me on wearing one, but there was no way I was bar hopping in downtown Nashville looking like a wanna be fairy princess. Not to mention their feet will be killing them all night.
We’ve just stepped into the fifth bar of the night and I’m already rocking a pretty solid buzz. Our goal is to walk into every bar on the strip, do a shot, and stay for one song. So I’ve had four shots in the matter of thirty minutes; a blowjob, a buttery nipple, sex with an alligator, and my favorite in name only–slut juice.
With each stop we rotate who orders and pays, and since everyone has paid but me, minus Starr who’s not paying for anything tonight, I instantly head toward the bar. Since it’s my turn to pay, I get to pick the shot. Problem is, I have no idea what the hell to order.
Sliding over to the far side of the bar away from where several people have congregated, I wait patiently for someone to come take my order, still not sure what the hell I’m going to get.
I pull out my phone thinking I can look up inappropriately named shots to get an idea of what to order. Based on two of the four drinks we’ve had, I don’t think they’re basing them off taste but the name alone.
I’ve just pulled up a list of shot names when my phone pings in my hand, a text notification at the top. Hudson’s name catches my eye instantly.
Quickly exiting out of the web browser, I click on the message, my eyes going wide the moment I do.
Hudson:I think I liked Luscious Lennon better. Though I have to admit red is definitely your color.
Looking up, my eyes trail down the bar. Hudson’s here. He has to be. It’s the only way he would know what I’m wearing. Not able to hide my smile, I turn my gaze the other way and freeze when I meet a pair of dark brown eyes, semi hidden under the same black baseball cap Hudson wore earlier today.
He flashes me a wide smile and instantly my heart does something funny in my chest.
Of course, the bartender chooses this moment to stop in front of me, barking out a rough, “What can I get for you?” as he wipes the bar in front of me where someone had spilled something.
“Oh, um...” Completely off my game, I stutter over my words several times before managing to say, “I need six shots named after something sexual.” My cheeks redden when I hear Hudson’s low chuckle as he slides up right next to me.
“How about a piece of ass?” the bartender suggests, his thin mouth twitching slightly.
“I’ll take six pieces of ass,” I say, blushing further when I feel eyes shift my way. “Perhaps I said that too loudly,” I say, turning my gaze toward Hudson.
He’s smiling widely when he leans into me and replies, “I’d settle for just one piece of ass.” His sultry look pins me to the barstool.
“What are you doing here?” I ask after I’ve somewhat composed myself.
“I wanted to see you.”
“How did you know we’d be here?”
“You said every bar on the strip. I picked one and hoped you’d show up sooner rather than later.”
“Hudson,” I start, but he quickly cuts me off.
“Don’t worry. I know tonight is about your sister. Which is also kind of why I’m here.” He knocks his shoulder gently against mine.
“What are you up to?” I turn to face him, crossing my arms in front of myself.
“Guess you’ll have to hang around long enough to find out.”
He leans down and kisses me softly on the cheek. His hot breath on my face has my body tingling in all sorts of places. If it wasn’t for Starr and this being her bachelorette weekend, I’d be begging Hudson to take me with him so I can quench this sudden and relentless thirst I feel to be pinned beneath his body with him moving inside of me.
Hudson pulls away just as the bartender reappears balancing six shot glasses in two hands.
