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“I guess we could have another drink then. Why don’t you buy the next round?”
“Mike, I think we’ve reached the end of our night. I think you’re a good guy. Probably. But this isn’t going to work out for us. It was nice to meet you.” It wasn’t.
“Really? Because I can totally see this working out for us. You’ve got really great tits.”
Keeping a polite smile on my face, I nod at him. “Thanks. I do know that. I’ve seen them once or twice, since they’re—you know—attached to me. Do you need a ride home? Do you need me to call someone for you?”
When he grins at me, I think we’re having two very different conversations. “Are you playing hard to get? Because, baby, I can play all night long.”
“Oh, wowza. We could not be on more different pages right now…”
He’s not trying to touch me or grab me or anything, so I’m not intimidated. I also think maybe I could take him if I had to? I’m feisty, and I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty. So, I’m not scared. But I am getting annoyed. I need an exit strategy.
Glancing around the bar, I wish I hadn’t been too embarrassed to tell anyone about this. I wish I’d brought someone with me to rescue me from the TumbleWed Mikes of the world.
And that’s when I remember Jameson is on the other side of the bar. Ready and willing to help. Or at least incapable of saying no to his brother’s best friend in her time of need. He actually did a pretty good job of scaring away the cowboy I was dancing with at the Western Springs carnival a while back. I just need him to put those skills to use again to get rid of TumbleWed Mike, so I can get on with my night.
chapter two
jameson
After a long day working the farm, I was restless when I got home tonight. I should have been bone-tired after a long day out in the fields, but I wasn’t. I needed something to keep my mind busy, or at least my hands busy, or maybe both. So, I ended up driving one town over from Western Springs to the nearest bar.
The Goldrush isn’t anything fancy. But it’s got beers, it’s usually got women, and it’s usually got some fun. Tonight, I’m interested in all the above.
“Is that right?” I haven’t been paying any attention to what the woman next to me is saying, so asking a vague question is the best I can do. I feel like a jackass for it, but my eyes haven’t left Lily across the bar all night.
She looks good tonight. She always looks beautiful. But she did something different with her face and her hair. And she’s wearing a little black dress that’s different from the type of stuff she usually has on. She looks sexy as hell tonight.
When I saw the guy she’s on a date with put his hand on her thigh, I almost went over there and kicked the shit out of him. And it would have been his own fault for touching her leg like an asshole. If I was on a date with Lily, we’d already be in the back of my pickup truck fucking by now.
A while back, she licked two strips of salt off my fucking treasure trail when she did a body shot of tequila off of me about two feet from where she’s sitting right now. I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. I didn’t take her home that night, and I’ve regretted it every night since then.
But everyone was here at the Goldrush. All four of my brothers, our cousin Gunnar. Lily and her girlfriends. Jacks had just brought his fiancée, Selena, home for the first time. Lily and Selena snuck off to meet her friends at the Goldrush for a girls’ night, and the rest of us followed them.
That night was the first time I thought about Lily Wilson. Really thought about her. I’ve known her my whole life. But she was always just Lily. My brother, Jacks’, best friend. Lily’s always been a friend to me and every one of my brothers.
But then she decided to go and do a body shot off of me inches from my dick and change everything. I just happened to be standing next to her when her arm shot out to grab the nearest guy. Luckiest night of my fucking life. I think about the big smile she gave when she saw it was me, as her fingers latched onto my t-shirt every damn night. Every night, when I think about how that tequila shot should have ended. With her dragging her tongue down to my dick and taking me in her mouth.
Lily arched her eyebrow at me that night, and asked, “You up for this, kid?” She had no idea how up for it I was. She still doesn’t.
She handed me the tequila shot, the salt, and then the lime. Then she ran her hands down my chest, feeling my pecs and abs until she bumped up against my big silver belt buckle. I was torn on whether I wanted her to keep going all the way down to feel my dick over my jeans or back up under my shirt so I could feel her fingers on my skin.
She went up.
She pushed my t-shirt up and then leaned down and licked her warm, wet tongue over my abs. Right on the two lines of muscle that point directly to my dick. Then she held her hand out for the salt. I pressed it into her outstretched hand but didn’t take my eyes off the top of her head as her warm breath rushed against my skin, inches from my dick. My fingers grazed against hers as she took it. Then she pelted me with salt and ran her tongue over me again, lapping and licking it off my skin.
My dick strained against my jeans. When she stood up and looked at me, she had a big grin on her face. The woman knew exactly what she was doing to me. She tipped her chin up at me and I held out the tequila to her. She didn’t take the glass. Instead, she grabbed my hand in hers and poured the shot into her open mouth.
Her head tipped back like that—her throat working to swallow the tequila—made me think of one thing. And one thing only. Lily on her back taking my hard dick in her mouth so deep she could barely breathe. Her working that jaw, sucking hard on me until she had a mouthful of my cum to swallow.
“Lime, please.”
When I held it out to her, she took it from me and pressed it against my lips until I bit into it.
“Here’s good.”
She reached up on her tiptoes. But I still had to lean down so she should suck the lime wedge while I held between my teeth.
