Chapter 9
Trevor
“This place is more crowded than I expected,” I yell over the sound of Sia playing in the background. The small pub has a central dance floor surrounded by booths and dark wood tables and chairs. The bar is the star of the show with various libations backlit by colorful lighting. Even without the boisterous patrons, this bar has a party vibe.
“Well, it’s practically the only place in town.” Jason chuckles. “So the weekends can get busy.”
Looking about the moderately-sized bar, I locate a few women not on social security yet. They aren’t necessarily unattractive, yet there’s no desire to try for more. But it’s early. I need to remain optimistic. There’s got to be some hot little number in this town.
As if on cue, the front door opens, bringing uproarious laughter and with it a stunning blonde and a familiar sassy brunette.
Be careful what you wish for.
From the corner of my eye, I catch the moment she’s noted my presence. I keep my gaze trained on the mirror over the bar, watching them as I finish off my pale ale. She strolls arm-in-arm with the blonde stunner to a corner booth. They’re barely seated before multiple men stop by their table to greet them.
“Hey, Alden,” Jason greets the last of the trio, who strolls over to our spot at the bar.
“How’s it going, Jas?”
“Good. Have you met Trevor?”
“Not officially. You were at Sam’s party, right?”
“Yes. That was quite the shindig.”
“With Sam, it always is.” Alden looks over his shoulder, and a bright smile takes over as he finds the blonde in the corner.
“That your girl?” I ask.
“Cece? Yeah. I hit the jackpot there. If you’re in the market for some good honey, try What’s the Buzz. It’s the best around.”
“She sells honey?” Seems like such a random thing to sell, but in this town, nothing surprises me.
“She’s a beekeeper,” Jason says as Alden strolls toward Cece and Addison’s table. “It’s fuck hot. He really did hit the jackpot.”
The other female at the table is the one I can’t stop thinking is fuck hot . This thought bubble has barely popped from overhead before I see her leaning over the bar just to the left of us. Her sweet tits are straining against the fabric of her bright blue top. They’re almost too perfect.
Why is this girl at the bar? I think the cocktail waitress has delivered about ten drinks to their table from hopeful men wanting an in. It wouldn’t surprise me to see this sassy little number ignore all of them, strolling up here to order a completely different concoction if nothing more than to show everyone how unimpressed she is.
The bartender gives her a basket of pretzels and a wink. Watching my makeshift television in front of me, my heart rate picks up as she heads our way, leaning in to give Jason a quick peck on the cheek before returning to her table. Hell. I don’t even get a hello?
Staring back at my reflection, I practically flip myself the finger. Why am I getting irritated? You want zero to do with this temptation, Trevor. Zero. Nothing but trouble, remember? I look over my shoulder, scanning the bar. There has to be one semi-attractive woman here who doesn’t look like a clinger.
My gaze lands on Cece and Alden, and I realize Addy’s no longer at the table. My eyes flick about until they spot her standing at the end of the bar. A large muscular man is aggressively holding her elbow as he speaks to her. Her face looks… what? Irritated? Pained? What’s he saying to her to cause this strong willed woman to have such a pensive expression?
I take a sip of my beer, scanning the room to see if her friends are watching the interaction unfold. Yet, Jason is speaking with an older guy who’s just entered the place, and the other guys are in the corner playing pool. Is anyone here going to step in?
Glancing back in her direction, I realize now her face is red. She appears to be trying to withdraw her arm from his clutches. What the fuck? Am I reading this right? This feisty woman can surely defend herself from unwanted advances. Right ?
Addison’s other hand reaches over, attempting to unfurl his grasp from her arm, and my frayed indecision finally snaps. That’s it. I can ask for forgiveness later.
“Come on, doll. You know you miss it.”
“Hey,” I say, pulling her to my side. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you. You promised me a drink.”
Stunned, Addison peers up at me, eyes wide.
Come on, sassy pants, play along.
“You’ve probably forgotten. Last weekend, at Sam’s party. You said you owed me a drink.” I nod, hoping she’ll join me in this charade.
“Oh, yeah. I forgot.” Her voice sounds tremulous. This is definitely not the ballbuster I met the other night. My spine stiffens. Who is this guy? And what’s he done to her to cause her to cower like this?
“You were so busy with all of your friends. It’s no wonder you forgot.” I force a laugh. This asshole still has his hands on her, and I’m about to fucking lose it. “Sorry to interrupt,” I lie. I reach over with my left hand, so he’ll have to shake with the arm currently restraining his unwilling companion. “I’m Trevor. Just moved here.”
Dropping his hold on her, he extends his left arm. I take the opportunity to pull her closer and away from this fucktard. “Yeah. Marcus,” he responds without a hint of genuine interest. He finally shifts his gaze from Addy to me, appearing to size me up.
“You got a drink for me?” I ask her, trying to push this conversation along so I can get her away from this neanderthal.
“Uh, yeah. Several. Come with me.” She lets out a flat snicker. Her laugh is hollow, not the carefree merriment from the other night. This only makes my jaw tighten further.
Dropping my arm from around her waist, I follow her to the table covered in various cocktails. The act is now over. I can’t continue staying this close to her. It’s bad enough I’ve been obsessing over this woman since I got here. Now I’m going to replay the scent of cupcakes as I jack off to her at night.
Addison waves her open palm in front of the drinks, silently offering me to choose. I have no idea what I’m looking at, but pick up one that looks to be a vodka tonic.
“Does this happen every time you go out?”
“No. We didn’t date long. He’s a dick. But you saw that.” She tucks her hair nervously behind her ear. “Thank you for rescuing me.”
“You’re welcome. But I meant this,” I answer, pointing toward the cocktail collection.
“Oh.” She giggles. Fuck that sound. My dick just woke back up. “Sometimes.” She shrugs her shoulders playfully as if she doesn’t think it’s a big deal. The fact she doesn’t take this or her magnificent looks seriously is a real turn-on. Hell, Ashley would be making sure everyone in the bar knew who the star of the show was.
“Well, thanks for the drink.” I tip my chin in her direction before returning to the bar. Hmmm. Gin, not vodka. Close.
“What was that about?” Jason prods.
“I wasn’t sure. That Marcus dude was man-handling Addison. It rubbed me the wrong way.”
He shakes his head in disgust. “That guy’s a roid-filled asshat. Think too many days in the gym have fried his pea-sized brain.”
I take another sip of the clear liquid in my glass. “You known him long?”
“Nah. Don’t know much about him. From what I hear, he wasn’t a bad guy when he was younger but he’s turned into a real pill.” Jason places his palm on my shoulder before tilting his glass in my direction. “Thanks for looking out for her. I have no idea why she ever hooked up with that one.”
We continue to people-watch through the looking glass above the bar, Jason giving me the play-by-play on the more popular people in town. I occasionally interject while keeping Addison in my crosshairs, pretending to be interested in what my friend is saying when my thoughts are squarely on her. Glancing in the direction of her table, I notice she’s gone.
My head snaps, catching sight of Marcus trying to score with the redhead I’d spotted earlier in the evening. He can have her. Let’s face it. I don’t think I could get it up unless I was picturing a sassy brunette anyway.
“Can I have a shot of tequila?”
Peering over my right shoulder, my eyes connect with Addison’s baby blues. They’re alight with mischief. I have to fight to keep from returning her flirtatious grin. I can’t give this woman any indication of her effect on me. I’m already fighting this battle like a five-alarm blaze.
“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” I utter sarcastically.
The bartender places the shot glass containing a clear liquid in front of her. Addison curls her fingers inward repeatedly in a ‘give it to me’ motion. Abruptly a salt shaker slides down the bar just before he hands her a slice of lemon with his silver tongs.
My hand is suddenly in hers before I can force myself to look elsewhere. A cool sensation draws my attention back to my index finger as Addison glides the lemon slice over it. She throws back her shot, sprinkles salt onto my finger, and raises it to her supple pink lips. My pulse quickens as the vixen darts her tongue out licking the salt from my skin. My dick jumps in my pants as she wraps her plush mouth around my thick digit and sucks. A moan escapes, and I can’t tell if it’s her or me.
Her deep blue eyes burn into mine as she draws her teeth down the length of my finger. Addy’s lips curl in a wicked grin before licking the tip. Now all I can think about is having those plump red lips wrapped around my cock.
Holy shit, this girl.