Chapter 6
CHAPTER SIX
MICAH
Wilder. The friend I could remember calling wild boy. He used to come up with some crazy schemes that usually resulted in us getting into trouble. And one time, it involved a trip to the hospital for both of us. We wore matching casts for a few weeks after we fell out of a tree trying to see how high we could go. Too bad a bird scared us, and we lost our footing.
When I was a kid, I longed to see him again. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, but like much of my childhood, it always happened. Friends moved. I moved. Cities wound up blurring together, and sometimes, I didn’t know if my memories were real or fantasy.
He’d grown into a man who had my insides clenching and my hands itching to reach out. We flirted back at the house. Hopefully, it wasn’t just harmless fun because while it might have just been all friendship and games when we were younger, I was inexplicably drawn to the man he had become. Sure, it was a physical attraction to a guy who made me laugh and feel that rush, but I definitely wanted to see if there was more, which was saying something since the last guy I was interested in hid me away, ashamed of what he felt. In the end, he wound up marrying a girl he was seeing in another town, someone he wasn’t terrified to be seen with, and left me hurt and bitter. It had been three years since he’d left me standing in front of this bar. I’d run into him a few times, and he always pretended not to know me. I deserved better than that.
As the night wore on, we joked, reminisced, told each other what we’d been up to in our lives, drank a lot, and genuinely had a great time. I didn’t want it to end.
“So, what really brought you to our little slice of heaven?” I asked Wilder.
He dropped his gaze down to the bar and chewed on his bottom lip. “Truthfully, I just needed a change. I was lost and done with the way my life was going up in Kentucky. My ex, who had called me earlier, wanted more, and I finally admitted she didn’t do it for me physically. Don’t get me wrong, I had a great job, and my parents are there, but I needed more. I needed…” He laughed almost derisively. “I don’t know what I needed or wanted. I just knew that wasn’t the place for me. So, I started to see what I could find as far as a job, looked at the housing market, and here we are.”
“Here we are.” I had a feeling there was a lot more to it than that, but I wasn’t going to push. Instead, I looked around to make sure my dad was nowhere to be seen, picked up a pretzel, and threw it at him. It hit him on his ear.
His head whipped around, his mouth agape, and his eyes wide. “Are you challenging me? I seem to recall that the last food fight we were in, you lost.”
“No. The last food fight we were in was a draw. Our parents stopped it before we had a chance to really get it going. If I recall correctly, you had blue icing in your hair from your going away cake?—”
“And you had it on your face where I got a direct hit.”
“But you forget, I opened my mouth and ate a good portion, which means you definitely did not win.”
“You’re lucky your hair is dark. He looked like a Smurf for a couple of days,” my dad inserted himself into our conversation and placed two more beers in front of us before walking away again. We were already feeling the effects of the alcohol, but since neither of us had to work tomorrow, I wasn’t going to decline.
Grabbing my beer, I yanked on his arm with my other hand and began walking toward the pool tables, miraculously finding one free. The bar was hopping, as it usually was on a Saturday night, and getting a pool table wasn’t always an easy feat.
Once we started, though, I realized the error of my ways. Watching him bent over the table, his gaze meeting mine over his shoulder as he shook his ass a little more than necessary, had me adjusting myself when it was my turn to hit the little balls into the pockets. My head was not in the game if I was thinking of them as little balls. Did he have big balls? A good size dick? No, I did not need to focus on that, but when he brushed up against me to grab the chalk, I could feel his hard cock rub against my hip.
All I did was shift my head a little, and our lips met. Had it been me? Him? I didn’t give a fuck. I pressed myself against him, leaning into the kiss, opening my mouth when I felt his tongue sliding against my lower lip.
The sound of something clanging against the concrete floor had us breaking apart.
I looked down and found both of our pool cues on the ground. Shit! Quickly, I scanned the bar area, searching for my father, and found him bullshitting with one of the regulars. He hated when others threw the cue sticks and balls around. He’d probably beat my ass if he knew I’d done it too.
“Ready to get out of here?” Wilder’s breath on my ear and neck was like a shot of adrenaline straight into my bloodstream. I craved more. Were we moving too fast? Probably, but who the fuck cared. We were adults, and this was the 21 st century.
“Yes!” I groaned as I linked our hands together and marched out the front door without bothering to tell my father I was leaving as I pulled up the Uber app on my phone and ordered a car. Thankfully, we would only have to wait five minutes. Five minutes where he pulled me against him with his hands on my ass and ground his dick against mine. I doubted a thin piece of paper would be able to get between us. Clothes were uncomfortable, and I wanted them gone, but I also wasn’t about to strip in front of my dad’s bar and have him thrust his cock into my ass. We were drunk, but I was nowhere near that drunk. I’d tried it without lube one time and one time only. Never again.