I am not able to put up much of a fight anyhow. I am too embarrassed by what I just admitted to him. He leaves me alone for a moment to go pay our bill. I tried to pay for my drinks, but he wasn’t having any part of it. I watch him at the bar as a woman runs her hand up his arm. Shit, there goes my ride home. Is she why he is in a hurry to take me home? Maybe I am stupid. I thought he liked me but maybe he really does only want to be my friend. My head is swirling with so many scenarios and I don’t know why I care so much about that woman rubbing up against him, but I do.
I continue to watch as she tries to whisper something that is probably provocative and seductive in his ear. Maybe he will take her in the bathroom and fuck her before he takes me home. But I am shocked when he gently blows her off. He looks in my direction and I try to look away and pretend I wasn’t just watching him with her.
Zane walks back over to me with a strange look on his face. “You ready to go?”
I don’t know why but I am not ready for him to take me home. I like that he turned that woman down and now I want to rub it in her face that he is with me. I know it’s petty and childish, but I don’t care. I am relishing in the thought that he chose me.
“Dance with me,” I say with a wink, making my way to the dance floor with the other couples who connected at tonight’s speed dating thingy.
The song is upbeat and flirty. I can see him watching me. He looks like he is unsure of his next move. I want to ask him what has him suddenly so shy. I have seen Zane in action. I know he is a smooth operator, so why isn’t he making a play at me? I work my hips, swaying and rocking in what I hope is a sexy manner. Who knows at this point? I feel invincible right now.
Moments later, I feel him coming up behind me. Electricity and excitement is coursing through my veins. He wraps his arm around my waist and I lay my head back on his shoulder as we move together. We fit together nicely, and he isn’t half bad at dancing. He sings the song low in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. My arm is stretched, wrapping my hand around his head. God, it feels good to touch him. I feel so turned on right now.
We continue to grind and press our bodies tightly together until I feel like I am about to burst. I want Zane to have his way with me. I don’t care what I said about him before. If dancing with him can feel this good, I can only imagine what doing other things with him could feel like.
“Take me home, Zane,” I say, grinding my ass into his crotch. My panties are soaked. I can feel that he is aroused.
He basically laughs and says, “Sure thing, tight ass.”
Chapter 8
Hattie Mae
I awaken to the sounds of birds chirping and insects buzzing. My head is pounding. I squint, trying to avoid the sunlight that is beaming down over me with warmth. The night before comes rushing back—me in Zane’s truck, nuzzling up against him, and purring like a cat in heat. Oh my God! I can never look at him again. Ever.
My cheeks redden. I don’t remember even getting into my bed. Did Zane have to carry me in? My head continues to throb as I attempt to retrace how I got into my bed. Slowly peeling my blanket back, I am only in my bra and panties. If he stripped me down and copped a feel I will kill him. But there is that whole I am never going to look at him again thing. So there goes that plan. I slip on a tank that is lying on the floor and stumble my way to my bathroom.
After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I work my way into the kitchen for some aspirin and water. I am so thirsty. I quickly down a glass and my pain reliever. Immediately, I fill my glass again and start to chug, and then I get choked and spit the water out as I see him…Zane. He is sleeping on my couch peacefully and very much only in his boxer briefs.
Regaining my breath and composure before I awaken him, I seriously debate on slipping
out before he wakes. Shit. Did we mess around last night? I can’t help but blush at the thought as I remember the way he felt pressed against me on the dance floor. Oh hell, the dance floor. I wanted him. I asked him for a ride and not just for a ride in his truck!
Breathe, Hattie.
Think!
I press my fingers to my temples and rub softly to alleviate some of the pressure. A soft moan leaves his throat. I can’t help but look over at him and wonder what he is dreaming about.
He is way too big for my tiny couch, it is almost comical. His tan, lean, muscular body is draped over the cushions and his feet are hanging over the arm. He cannot be comfortable. Serves him right for getting an unwarranted peek at my goods.
I don’t know what to do. I grab my phone from the counter as it begins to vibrate with a text from Kiesha.
K: I was going to ask how last night went, but considering I can see Zane’s truck parked at your trailer… it went really good. ;)
Me: This is all your fault and no we didn’t do anything. At least I don’t think. Shit! He is asleep on my couch. What do I do?
K: There is a hot guy on your couch, stop talking to me and go give him a happy wake up!
Me: No! I need to get him out of here before the whole trailer park is gossiping about us.
K: LOL! You totally told on yourself I was only kidding about the truck.
Me: I hate you!
K: Have fun! I am currently discussing your love life with Bert and Henrietta
Well that is just great. Bert and Henrietta are the nosiest bunch of old turds ever. Knowing Henrietta, she will have everyone thinking Zane and I are married by tomorrow. I throw my phone onto the counter with too much force and it makes a banging noise. I groan, afraid to see if I just cracked my screen.