5. Matteo
5
Matteo
“Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.” – Mark Twain
W hat was that?
I take my fingers off the glass and rub them against the palm of my hand without breaking eye contact with possibly the most gorgeous blonde I have ever met.
And trust me, I have quite a list to compare her to. But not one of the previous girls who happened on my way of life could hold a candle to her with those magnetic brown eyes, makeup-free face, plush lips, and curves for days.
I mean, have you ever seen tits as magnificent as hers? Because I have never had the pleasure and it has been all I could think about. Especially when she sat down, and I had an obstacle free view of her low-cut cleavage.
Talk about instant hard-on.
I noticed her even before she opened the front door to my bar. She was standing outside, contemplating something when I saw her through the windows and used all of my inner will, that my mother has been preaching about since I was born, to send her mental messages to come in and sit at the bar.
It worked. But don’t tell my mom. The woman doesn't need any more encouragement.
Thank God she’s not here already, plotting and cooking her life away for some new girl in town who just came here and apparently was taken under the local crazies wing.
My condolences.
Because if she saw me now, saw the way my breath hitched as we touched, there would be no more plotting. Nope, she’d go straight to planning our wedding. Like I said, Willa Loverson is obsessed with finding me the love of my life and apparently the whole town is in on it now too.
What they all seem to forget is that I am not interested in marriage and babies. Only good times.
Yet something happened when she brushed her fingers against mine. Something scary.
Probably chemistry. Yeah, our bodies are just trying to clue us in and I’m all ears.
So, I decided right here and now that I must have her. It’s my last night in my hometown before I head back to college and not once during this spring break did I want to take a girl home as badly as I do Sunshine. Not even the brunette I was flirting with a second before she walked in.
And look at that, I even gave her a special nickname already. Something that never happens since usually they are all darlings to me. Why waste my imagination and creativity on someone who won’t be there the next morning, yet when I saw this one, she reeked of that pure sunshine. The kind that can get you through the worst days full of lightning and thunder. And that right there is the first time I’ve ever said anything poetic about a girl.
Fuck…
I am not a poetic kind of a guy. I am the one who is there for the good time. One maybe two nights of wild sex and a kiss goodbye. But something about Sunshine here has me thinking I’ve been doing this life wrong.
Fuck! Wrong train of thought, Matteo. Abort! I repeat, abort!
Yet…
What was that? I am still rubbing my fingers against the palm of my hand when she breaks our eye contact, clears her throat, and takes a sip of the water cocktail I made for her.
Water fucking cocktail. Yes, I’d do just about anything to drink her cocktail later today. And I know she’s interested in that too, but this little touch we shared spooked her. I see it in her eyes, so I gotta get to work. Gotta prove it was nothing, right?
“Can I get you anything else?” I ask, and she shakes her head. Sunshine here is clearly dismissing me but what she doesn’t know yet is that I don’t know how to take a no for an answer.
“Are you visiting our overly loving town or moving here?” I keep asking because I have zero desire to move on to other customers. Someone else can take care of them.
“Visiting.”
Look at that, all the stars are aligning already.
“So, a tourist?” I start wiping the glasses that were just washed so I can at least pretend to be busy.
“You can say that.”
“Is it living up to your expectations?”
“Not sure yet. What is with all these questions?”
“Just trying to get to know you.”
“What if I don’t want to get known.” She frowns, and for a second I contemplate if I chose the right nickname for her.
“Why?” I ask, genuinely curious and she narrows her eyes at me.
“You’re still asking your questions.”
“Can’t help it, Sunshine. I have a curious nature.”
“No, you have a flirting nature,” she says, and I throw back my head, laughing.
“That I do, Sunshine.” Her eyebrows raise.
“You won’t even deny it?”
“Why would I?” I shrug and continue cleaning the glasses. “I don’t pretend to be someone I am not.”
The mysterious girl lifts her water cocktail to those plump lips and as she takes a sip, I hear her mumble quietly to herself, “Well, there’s a unicorn,” and I can’t help myself but let out a “neigh” king of noise, imitating a horse.
As soon as I do it, the water she was trying to drink comes right out—or more like sprays—as she laughs, and I would gladly continue cleaning the water spills and making an idiot out of myself to hear that laugh again.
“Jesus Christ.” She wipes her face with a napkin I give her. “You are ridiculous, you know that?” she asks but there is still a small smile lingering on her lips. “Never have I ever met a guy like you.”
“Oh.” I snap my fingers, following with pointing my index one at her. “That’s an excellent idea. Let’s play Never Have I Ever.”
She looks at me like I’ve grown two heads just now.
“Don’t you need to make drinks or work or something?”
“Nah, don’t worry about that. It’s my bar so I can do whatever I want.”
“It’s your bar?” she asks with raised eyebrows and takes a sip of her water again.
“Well, technically it’s my mom’s still while I’m finishing up the school.” Anddddd there goes that water back on my bar top as she spits it out again.
“Oh my God, how old are you?”
“Twenty-three.”
The girl slaps her hand over her face and starts mumbling something about, Oh my God, that makes me a cougar. Sure, let’s add that to list of my ever-growing issues , and I lick my lips with growing anticipation.
“It happens to be my favorite print.” I wink and watch a beautiful blush creep onto her cheeks. “So, I take it you’re older?”
“Oh, that I am.” She suddenly turns around on her stool eyeing the people, then turns around with a grimace and says, “And I don’t see you being into that.”
Ah, she wasn’t eyeing the people, she was looking at all the girls who’ve been eye-fucking me and killing her with their eyes and it clearly bothered her.
Why does it make me feel irrationally euphoric about that?
“Well, I am now.” I smile, running my tongue over my lips as I let my eyes roam over her body that I can see. And me likes what me sees. Very much.
Sunshine’s mouth props open, those plump lips falling apart and my already hard dick, strains against the zipper more and more with every passing second that her cheeks grow pinker and pinker.
Does she even realize how fucking sexy she is? Fuck the number that comes with her age. I couldn’t care any less.
After a long beat, she swallows hard and I just about come in my pants, imagining my cum down that throat as it bobs with each swallow.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because you’re hot.”
She rolls her lips to hide her smile. “You’re very good for my self-esteem right now.”
“Then keep me.” I lean forward.
“As who or what?”
“Oh, Sunshine, take your pick.” I smile and start ticking off my fingers. “Personal wish ball, bestie, speed-dial fun, personal trainer, but I must warn you, my workouts all require naked bodies.”
“Of course they do,” she sasses back.
“Hmm, I promise they won’t disappoint. So? What’s it going to be?” I lean closer just as she backs away.
“Neither. I’m not going to sleep with you. So, it was nice to meet you. Thank you for the cocktail or…eh…water…whatever…bye.” She starts to get up from the chair, all flustered, but I catch her hand with mine and there goes that electric shock to my system once again.
Fuck, I am not letting her leave just like that.
Her eyes shoot up to mine and I see the equal parts of fear and desire swimming in those dark pools. She wants me just as much as I want her, but something has her scared and that just won’t do.
“What are you afraid of?” I ask without letting go of her hand. I know I was being bold just now, but I simply don't waste time dancing around. Usually.
“Nothing,” she says too quickly.
“Come on, you can tell me. It’s not like you live here and will see me again. I’m off to college again tomorrow so I am the perfect person to unload to.”
“Well, that just solved the problem then because my unloading would take at least two full days. So, it’s a no go.”
She’s sassy, I like that. And not at all the warm sunshine I pegged her to be at the beginning. More like something with claws.
The question is, how sharp?
My lips curve up into a small smile. “Then let’s just play the game.”
She doesn’t seem all too keen on staying but at the same time she is no longer trying to release her hand from mine, and I am not eager to let go. So, we stay just like that. Her watching and calculating something inside her head and me still asking myself: What was that?
“Never have I ever slept with a girl,” she says all of a sudden, her face all serious but I see the little glint she’s got going in her eyes and I like that a whole lot better than the fear that was drowning out all the light from within her.
I shake my head while that small smile turns into a huge grin.
“First of all.” I lift up one finger. “We need to get some drinks going if we are playing. And secondly.” I lift up another finger. “Really?” I pretend to be offended by her comment while secretly throwing parades inside myself that she is playing along. “Did you have to stoop down to the teenage level?”
“First of all,” she imitates after me. Finger and all. “I don’t drink alcohol. And secondly, you just crawled out of the teenage crib, so it seemed fitting.”
“Oh, you are hilarious, Sunshine.” I grin at her. “Please don’t hold back,” I tell her and pull out the ingredients for non-alcoholic cocktails. But they still have some secret ingredients that I am counting on.
No, nothing illegal. Simply weird herbal concoctions my mother creates to induce them with secret powers. Her words, not mine and I’d question it if I didn’t see them actually work.
For example, we have a drink called Downer’s Luck. After you drink it, your luck turns up. I swear! Just ask Jimmy Jay who won a fucking lottery after drinking that crap. Or April who got married for the seventh time after drinking those the night before meeting the unlucky dude.
And so, the list goes on. We also have Cupid’s Arrow for falling in love, Mellow-Yellows for just relaxing and taking it easy, Fry is very self-explanatory as well and then there is The Eros Spell which we will be drinking.
What? I never said I’ll play fair.