3. Bewitched
Bewitched
Nash
I t is almost the end of the concert when I decide to walk down to their suite. Clint had let me know they are three doors down from us, and there are only four of them. No party, just a girl’s night out that had been a long time coming. He apparently met one of the other girlfriends named Lana. Just so happens, she is the only one engaged, and word has it, the other three are as single as they can get at the moment. Clint quickly joked with me that he heard redheads were crazy so he will not be touching that one, but he might be all about that petite blonde that was in here earlier. Blake and Alex are already fighting over the fourth girl, when they have no clue who she is or what she looks like. Luckily the ladies do not have to fear for the others, as they are engaged or already married. Willa definitely needs to fear me.
Fletcher follows me down as I prepare, trying to get my nerves under control to knock on the door. Before I can even knock, the door swings open, and a body slams on to mine. Looking down, it is not just anybody, but my bewitching redhead.
“Shit!” she hisses as she steps back to take me in. This time instead of her eyes locking on mine, I can feel her eyes steadily fixate over me. From my boots, up my body very slowly before she gets to my face and finally meets my eyes. I notice her ice blue eyes have more of a glint to them now, and I again find myself lost for words against her alluring beauty.
I hear a sigh, then she utters, “Look, man, I am not sure how much more I can apologize. Trust me, I am completely embarrassed and ashamed of myself that I do not need a lecture from the likes of you. Is it more money? Do I need to grovel?”
My hand quickly goes up in front of her face to tell her to be quiet. She looks pissed, but she snaps her mouth shut. Damn, she is a feisty one, but hell if my cock did not miss the second she became submissive. Good girl.
“No, not at all. I am not here for any of that. I actually came down here to give you your money back because I would not be much of a gentleman if I were to keep it, now would I?” She rolls her eyes at me then looks back to her friends, who are schemingly grinning. My palm twitches to want to spank her for the attitude.
“Please take this back. Really,” I murmur as I extend my arm to hand her money back.
“Fine, if you insist.” She reaches to take it, and her finger tips touch my hand, lighting another fire within. I notice a slight pause in her movement as well, before she moves her hand and puts the money back in what I now deem as a fanny pack.
Ruff, Ruff.
We both look down together at Fletcher.
“Um, did Lassie follow you from home?” she quickly asks.
“Something like that. This is Fletcher, and he goes everywhere I go.”
“Oh. So like a support service dog?”
“Something like that.”
“Something like that, got it,” She says it back with another eye roll. Jesus, she is making it hard to not punish her in the most pleasurable way.
Clearing my throat, I ask, “Look, can we start over? My name is Nash.” I reach out again, this time putting my hand out for her to shake. Without even hesitating, she places her hand in mine.
“I’m Willa. These are my ride and die, Tilly, Lana, and Amity.”
I notice the guys about to walk up. “Can we please walk you down to your car?”
The one I now know as Tilly speaks up, “We are taking an uber back, so no need to wait in that chaos unless you already are.”
“Nah, I just called our driver. He will be at the curb in ten,” Clint speaks up, sending a wink back to her.
Feeling like I am going to lose this battle, I look back at Willa. “Please. I would feel better if I stayed while you waited. A bunch of lovely ladies should not be hanging out there with all the drunken men this late. Besides, I would totally offer to take you back myself, but the car is already full with all of us.”
The dark haired girl named Amity speaks up this time. Her voice is sultry and harsh, “These boys must really not know who they are messing with.” The ladies start to simper with each other.
Clint laughs under his breath, “This is great because they don’t know who we are either.” All I can do is punch him in the shoulder to shut up.
Finally Willa takes another gander at me then speaks back up, “Sure, you can walk us down.”
Trying to keep my Christmas grin under wraps, I nod and wait for the ladies to pass by Willa and me. I place my hand on the small of her back, against her soft velvet skin that her crop top does not cover as we walk down and out of the arena. Once outside, I can tell it has started to get chilly this February evening. Without asking, I take my suit jacket off, placing the jacket around her shoulders. Barely meeting my eyes, I hear a whispered, “thank you” from her. We get to where the lanes split off between those leaving from on one side of the lot, to the ride-shares on the other. The guys go with Clint to get in our car, and we just give a knowing nod.
To my brothers and friends, they probably cannot remember the last time they saw me with a woman I was interested in for more than sex. Let alone held any interest since my high school sweetheart Melanie. That was about nine years ago and not one until now has piqued my interest to have a conversation with and not just a good time. They know I am not leaving here until I have this woman's number.
We make small talk about the rodeo and concert highlights while we wait. Finding out she is a huge Bingham fan herself, even before he became famous for that show Yellowstone. Tilly had informed the group their uber driver is thirty minutes out. So I am taking this prime time to feel Willa out on who she is. I soon notice a couple up against the fence, just making-out like their drunken-selves depended on it. Willa sees me shaking my head, sniggering and staring, so she turns around and proceeds to watch the same drunk shit show I am. The man's hands are above his head locked into the fence, as the woman's fingers are linked through the fence behind the guy's back. I honestly do not think either one of them has come up for air in the few minutes we have been staring.
Shaking her head, she turns back to me and murmurs, “Some people just can’t make it back to their hotel rooms, I guess.” Laughing out loud, I pull my phone out to video tape this.
“Hey, act like I am video-ing you, but I am going to capture this for Clint. He will get a kick out of it.” She nods, and I push play. As I have them in the background, my main focus becomes Willa. She is taking her job very seriously, as she continues to make faces at the camera and does a turn. At one point she scrunches up her nose and makes the cutest face followed by her blowing a kiss at me. Again, I am just in awe of her beauty and her presence, and Clint will no longer be seeing this video.
Then a large group of people walk by with a guy who shouts out, “Damn, I wish that was me right now!” He points to the fence couple, causing everyone nearby to laugh, along with me wishing that was me with Willa up against me. Maybe even have her arms tied to the fence holes so there is no way she can touch me . Only allowing me to tease and pleasure her. Putting my phone back up, I walk up to her with ease and rub my hands up and down her arms like it is the most natural thing for me to do. She doesn’t even flinch but steps in closer to my body for some more warmth. Electricity of familiarity shoots through me, making the hair on my arms stand up. No way she does not feel this same current.
Bringing us out of our little box, she quickly turns around when we hear, “OOOO weee. Look here boys on who I just found. Our favorite buckle bunnies.”
“Son of a bitch,” she whispers while looking back at her friends, then to the guys standing next to us. “Fuck off, Tucker. You cannot still be mad for Tilly and I beating you at ropin’. Besides, the difference between us and your buckle bunnies is that we can actually ride more than just a cock.”
I hear the crowds start ooo-ing, and the girls come together like they are about murder someone. My eyes grow wide as I try to address the situation playing out in front of me. Willa turns to look back at me as if warning me not to engage in this.
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s just because you haven’t let mine break you in yet. Must be why you keep showing up everywhere I am,” this asshole spews out, while I am trying hard not to jump over these girls and kick his ass myself. I see my brothers and friends walking towards me, sensing they must have gotten nosy when they saw the crowd start to circle up.
“Go walk in hell. Besides I have more buckles than you and your crew combined, so who is following who again?” Willa speaks up, and I can tell her cheeks are a fire red, not because she is cold, but because she is pissed.
“Really there, sweetheart? When was the last time you got on that broken horse of yours or any horse at all and took a title home?”
Willa lunges for him, and as her girlfriends have her complete back and about to jump in with her, I am quick to wrap my arm around her waist and pull her back and step in front. “The lady said fuck off, so you need to respect that and leave.” My guys are now behind me, waiting for a good fight.
“Well, what do we have here? Looks like our Willa found herself a new toy! Hey man, I hear she likes it rough.”
With that, my clenched fist meets his jaw, and he goes down fast and hard. I remain posed and unfazed at this point, but I am ready to kill this guy if he speaks one more word. Tucker's friends soon gather around him, and I see one whisper something in his ear, causing him to look up at me, to the guys around me, and back at Willa.
Slowly standing up with what seems the realization of who I am, he chokes out, “Not looking for a fight man. Sorry. Just messing with my girl and her group. No harm, man.” As soon as the last words leave his lips, they all quickly scatter away.
“What the hell is going on tonight?” Alex asks. The rest of us shrug our shoulders as the crowd disperses.
“Ten minutes,” Tilly says nonchalantly about their driver, like I did not just punch a guy nor that they were fired up enough to do some massive harm to those guys.
Willa turns back around to me and nibbles her lower lip. “Um, not sure what just happened, but thank you, even though you didn’t have too. Thank you. And let me profusely apologize on behalf of those assholes. They are just a bunch of shitin’ cock-wad nobodies.”
“Cock-wad. Going to have to add that one to my vocabulary, along with fuckstrating.” This makes her laugh, and god, it is a heart-skipping pleasing sound.
“There is a lot to unpack in what just transpired here in the last several minutes, but I’m going to save that for another conversation.” Handing her my phone, I ask, “Can I please have your number?”
“Very forward, but I like that.” She takes my phone and starts inputting her number then lets out a little giggle to herself.
“What did you just do?” My brows scrunch as she hands my phone back to me.
“I won’t divulge what I thought of doing, but time will tell on me for what I actually did.”
“I look forward to punishing you then.” My voice comes out deep and husky as I give Willa a wink and move on, but keep my eyes on her, waiting as she processes what I just said. My lips tip up in a grin as her eyes go wide with curiosity more than fear.
Looking at my phone, I see nothing un-ordinary. So I hit call, causing her phone to ring. She looks at it and then back at me. “There, now you have my number and know it’s me when I contact you.” I see her smile while programming my number.
“Hey there, hot stuff, I need to steal my girl away because our ride is here.”
“Not a problem.” I lean down and place a kiss on her cheek, with my hand on her arm, whispering in her ear, “Until next time.” I can feel the shiver that runs down her body as she turns and looks at me. Mouths merely inches away before she is pulled away from me and pushed inside the blue Tesla that quickly drives off.