5. What are you Going to do About it?
five
What are you Going to do About it?
Dylan
“ Y ou know, I’m not going to let you keep paying for drinks,” I say as our third round of shots shows up.
She cocks one eyebrow. “You’re not going to let me?” She takes a step closer. “What are you going to do about it?”
Usually, I would have a smart-ass response locked and loaded, but I’m three shots, and who knows how many beers in. All I can think about is pushing her up against the wall and kissing those red lips of hers. She must notice me staring because she gives me a wicked smile.
This woman has trouble written all over her, and I’m dying to know what kind.
I walk over to grab the darts out of the board. She continues to wipe the floor with me, but I don’t give a shit. I’m having too much fun with her .
Plus, I love standing behind her and watching that juicy ass of hers.
I could do this all fucking night.
Once again, it’s as if Leah can read my mind. As she lines up her shot, she says, “You may hit closer to the bullseye if you stop staring at my ass.”
“Can’t help it,” I reply while taking a swig of beer. “It’s a nice ass.”
She glances at me over her shoulder. “You’re not so bad to look at either.”
I told myself I was going to take it easy tonight and go home alone. I’m supposed to be thinking about the future and settling down. But ever since Leah ran into me, all I can think of is getting her into bed. I’d love to watch that perfect ass bounce as I fuck her.
But I’m getting way ahead of myself here. Hell, I’m not even sure if she’s interested, or if she just enjoys whooping me at darts.
I wouldn’t mind if it’s both.
Leah hits another bullseye while my shot gets even further away from the target.
“How does alcohol make you better but me so much worse?” I ask.
“Alcohol fuels me,” she jokes. “Well, everything besides wine. That shit knocks me on my ass.”
“Seriously? You are mixing Jack Daniels with tequila and are killing it, but a little bit of wine is what takes you down?”
“Yeah, I guess I’m a little ass backward.”
We each take another shot at the board, and she says, “Do you want to make things a little more interesting? ”
“What did you have in mind?”
“A friendly wager.”
“Is that right? Because you know that no matter what, I’m going to lose. What do you want to bet?”
“If I win, you come into the shop and let me give you your first tattoo.”
My eyes go wide. “Man, that’s a hell of a bet—a bet that you know I’m probably going to lose.”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Maybe. What if I try to make it a little more even?”
“How do you plan to do that?”
She taps her finger on her chin while she thinks. “Hmm. What if I do it with my eyes closed?”
“You want to play darts with your eyes closed?”
“Sure. Why not?”
Because it’s insane.
“Let’s say I agree to this. What do I get if I win?”
She steps closer to me, looking up at me with her sexy eyes. “How about you and I could get out of here, and I’ll let you do whatever you want to me?”
“That’s what you’re offering? Consider me intrigued.”
“Do we have a deal?”
The thought of her pretty eyes looking up at me while I fuck her is enough to make my cock begin to harden in my jeans. I’d never make a woman hold up her end of that bet if she didn’t really want to.
I don’t care how drunk I am.
But just the idea of her being equally interested makes me horny as fuck .
She looks up at me, waiting for an answer. But before I can give her one Amy comes walking over to us. We pause our conversation to see what she wants.
“Hey, Jamie and I are going to get out of here.”
Leah says, “Alright. You good?”
With a grin, her friend replies, “I’m great. Just want to go somewhere a little quieter.”
She gives her friend a quick hug. “Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Leah, you’ll do damn near anything.” She giggles and then leaves hand-in-hand with Jamie.
I say, “Glad those two hit it off so well.”
Immediately, Leah gets back to the matter at hand. “So, do we have a bet?”
“Let’s do it.”
We each take our three darts.
“You go first,” she prompts. “Since I’ll have to shut my eyes for the whole thing.”
I stand back to take my first shot. Before I swing my arm back, Leah stands right next to me. I feel her side pushing against mine.
“Don’t mess up,” she taunts.
“Really?”
“I have to do something to keep my edge. I’m going to do this blind, Dylan.”
I look down at her and smile.
She pokes her finger into me. “Don’t you flash those dimples at me, sir.”
“Oh, I’m going to do it so much more now.”
I feel her hand graze my thigh, and I figure it was an accident.
Until I feel her reach a little higher.
“Leah,” I warn.
She holds her hand up. “Hey, I’m not doing anything.”
Man, this girl is wild.
I love it.
I do my best to focus on the board, which has gotten way more blurry since we first started.
I take a deep breath and let the dart fly. Much to my surprise, I hit pretty damn close to the bullseye.
The second shot gets me even closer.
“Getting nervous, gorgeous?” I ask.
She leans it. “No. Because either way, I win.”
Holy fuck. If I wasn’t horny before, I sure as fuck am now.
Another deep breath.
Third shot.
Bullseye.
“Not bad,” she says, getting ready to take her turn. “Have anything that could double as a blindfold?”
I pat down my pockets as though something is going to magically appear.
“I’ve got nothing.”
“Me either. Just stand behind me and cover my eyes.”
I’m not sure if she’s serious, but when she grabs my hand and pulls me into place, I see that she is. I gently put my hand over her eyes while trying not to pay attention to the fact that Leah’s ass is grazing the front of my jeans.
She pulls back and lets the dart soar through the air.
Holy shit, it’s a bullseye.
“How the fuck did you do that? Can you see? ”
“No, I’m just really good.”
It becomes clear that I’ve committed to getting a tattoo if she wins.
All for the possibility of getting some pussy.
I should probably be able to see what’s wrong with that, but right now, I’m too drunk to care.
To ensure that she really can’t see, I use my other hand to aid in covering her eyes. Her second shot is right outside the bullseye but still pretty damn close.
“You really are Rain Man,” I tell her.
I peek around to see her face. Convinced, she’s already won, she sticks her tongue out.
“Is your tongue pierced?” I ask, seeing the shiny barbell.
“Yes. And you should see what I do with that tongue ring,” she teases.
I know she’s trying to drive me insane. Let’s see if I can return the favor.
I lean in, dragging her hair behind her neck so that I can whisper in her ear.
“You should see what I can do with my tongue without a tongue ring.”
I swear I see her breath quicken a little, but she tries to play it off. “I guess we’re about to see if you’ll get the chance.”
Anxiously, I await what’s about to happen. When the dart flies and doesn’t even hit the board, I exhale a sigh of relief.
I remove my hands, and she takes a look. “Well, shit. Guess you win.”
She turns to face me with a sexy smile. That smile makes me wonder if she lost on purpose .
She looks over at her empty glass. “One more for the road?”
“Let’s do it. I’m buying this round.”
Since I don’t see our waitress anywhere, I head toward the bar and wait for what feels like an impossibly long time. I half-expect Leah to be gone by the time I get back, but she’s still sitting at the high-top table, waiting for me.
I set the two drinks down and have a seat across from her.
“Okay, I have to ask,” I begin. “How did you get so good at darts?”
She swallows a large drink. “I’ve had a lot of practice. Spent my fair share of time in bars.”
“So have I, but damn. I’m not nearly that good.”
“I’m just a beast,” she boasts.
“Can’t argue with you there.” Trying to fill the silence, I ask, “So, how do you know Amy?”
“We work together. Technically, she’s my boss, but we’re also roommates and best friends.”
“That’s awesome.”
“How do you know Jamie?”
“We also work together. Friends, I guess, but I wouldn’t consider us besties.”
She laughs. “What were you two doing out tonight?”
“Another guy we work with turned thirty, so we all came out to celebrate.”
“And you and Jamie were the only ones left standing?” She asks.
“One guy is engaged and went home to his fiancé—who happens to be my sister. And the other one decided to end his night at the strip club. ”
“No naked ladies for you?”
“Well, I wasn’t hoping it wasn’t no naked ladies,” I say with a wink.
“Okay, let me get this straight.” She takes another drink. “You didn’t go get your jollies off, staring at multiple sets of titties, but instead decided to come take your chances with me and maybe only see one set?”
“Pretty much.”
“Either you are really interested in my tatas—which I doubt because there’s not much there—or you thought I was a sure thing.”
“Believe me, I did not think you were a sure thing. But in my book, taking a shot on some boobs I might get to touch is better than just staring at some that I won’t.”
“How very philosophical of you. They should put that on the inside of a fortune cookie.”
I like her witty sense of humor.
“What about you?” I ask.
“Oh, I didn’t plan on seeing any boobs tonight, but I guess if someone offered—”
“I meant why did you come out tonight?”
She swirls her straw around the walls of her glass as if trying to figure out what answer she wants to give me.
“Well, Amy convinced me to come out and have some fun, but really, it was just so she could give me some shitty news.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Nope,” she answers. “I want to forget about it.”
“How’s that going? ”
“Well, this helps.” She holds up her drink before gulping the rest of it down. “Think you can help me finish the job?”
I follow suit and take the last swig from my beer bottle. “I think I can help with that.”
She stands up and walks over to my side of the table. I turn sideways in my chair so that we are face-to-face.
“I think that you and I had a bet that I need to pay up for,” she says while positioning herself between my knees. She shakes her hair out of her face, and I get a whiff of strawberries.
“You know I won't hold you to that, right?” I ask. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to.”
She gives me a small nod. “I know.”
She steps in a little closer and grabs my hands. She pulls them behind her to set them on her hips before wrapping her own around my neck.
I’m used to being the one making the first move, but fuck, I’m not complaining.
Leaning in, she presses her lips against mine. When her tongue sweeps into my mouth, my hands move down to palm her ass.
Breaking the kiss, she asks, “What if I want to make good on the bet?”
“Then, I think you and I should get the fuck out of here.”