Three years ago
This brown-haired beauty I’ve been seeing hang around Dusty Rose’s, a low-end bar in Legacy, the next town over takes up the stool next to me. I’ve heard her sing, she has a sultry voice that caresses your senses, and you want nothing more than to listen to her all damn day and night. She can barely hold her head up right now though. She’s as drunk as I wish I were. Her eyes gloss over as they roll back in her head. She slumps against my shoulder and I bump her off. I’m not in the mood for this shit tonight of all nights. Felecia dumped me, called me a loser. Said I’d end up kicked out of boot camp within the first week. Fuck her, I don’t need her.
My brother was supposed to come out with me tonight, but he had to study for some stupid test. Good ol’ Joe always doing the right thing. He’s never missed a day of school in his life. Not even in high school. He would never take part in skip days, afraid it would hurt his precious GPA.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m proud of my brother, I wish I were more like him. One of those guys that always does the right thing. I’m not though. I’m the one that makes all the mistakes and fucks up everything good that comes my way. The military is my last shot to prove to my family and myself that I’m more than a criminal or a low-life loser.
The woman next to me falls against me again, only this time her head lands in my lap. I stroke her dark hair from her face as I down the last of my beer.
“That feels good,” she purrs, looking up at me with half-closed eyes. “Can you drive me home?”
“Where’s home?” I question, not really interested, but her head in my lap, and her pretty mouth have my cock thinking other ideas.
“Motel 6,” she whispers then hiccups.
I know the motel, partied there a few times. It’s just down the street. We can walk if she’s able.
“Come on, I’ll walk you.” I lift her head and try to position her on the stool again. I stand up to get a twenty from my wallet to pay my tab, and she jerks upright before her head can hit the bar.
She needs to sleep this shit off.
“Come on,” I say gruffly taking her in my arms like we’re fucking newlyweds. She drifts in and out of consciousness as I walk down the sidewalk with a would-be corpse, she is so damn stiff. Her head hangs over my arm, lolling from side to side as she moans softly. I hope she doesn’t puke on me. We reach our destination, and I prop her up against the wall by the office. “Room number and key?”
She reaches her hand down the top of her shirt and into her bra. I snort as she hands me a keycard. This drunken hot mess piece of ass kicks her shoes off and starts running for the pool. This chick has some spunk.
Fuck, just what I need, for her to get a second wind and drown.
Picking up her heels, I jog to catch up with her, hooking my arms around her tiny waist before she takes the plunge into the cold water.
“Oh no, you’re going to bed.”
“You going to put me there,” she says with a smirk. Her smile widens to her eyes. Damn, I didn’t realize how pretty she really is. Her dark hair frames her face and she has the most kissable thick lips.
Her nails dig into my arm as I walk her backwards toward the room. She giggles, nearly tripping over a cement parking barrier.
I catch her by her elbow, preventing her from falling.
Her red lips touch against mine briefly, so soft and inviting. I have to remind myself that she’s way too intoxicated for me to let things go further, despite the hardening of my dick against the seam of my zipper begging to differ.
I steal a glance at her key, 102. Thank God, I don’t have to walk her up the stairs. This chick is biting my ear and licking my neck as I unlock the door. She isn’t making it easy for me to put her to bed and end the night there.
I try to put her shoes on the table while she tugs on my hand. “You gonna stop playing with my shoes and fuck me or what?” Okay, yeah, she wants to, but if she wasn’t so damn drunk off her ass would she still want me?
I get her shoes and keycard on the table after a great effort and she pulls me down into the bed. You wouldn’t think someone so small could be so strong. Her long thick hair probably weighs more than she does. Her tongue is in my mouth and her hands are down my pants before I can even take a breath.
I break away from her, trying to think straight.
“Slow down, wildcat,” I say with a chuckle as she tears at my buckle like a rabid animal. “We have all night.”
“You’re hot,” she compliments me, running her hands up my stomach. Her touch is like a match to gasoline. My heart rate jumps through the roof. I want her just as badly as she seems to want me.
“You t
oo,” I reply feeling like an idiot.
“I’ve seen you around. You’re cute.” This hot as hell woman wants to fuck, and all I can do is feel guilty that she’s stupid drunk. Indecision is weighing on me, but I am saved from the choice when she falls back on the pillows and starts to snore.
I roll her to her side, wrestle the covers from under her, and tuck her in. Going to the bathroom, I grab the small trash can, placing it near her head, in case she wakes up and has to puke. Checking the mini fridge she doesn’t have anything to drink. I know she isn’t my responsibility, but I don’t want to leave her without at least making sure she has water, and something to put on her stomach when she awakens.