Page 4 of Out of the Blue

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The four-letter word makes me want to throw up in my mouth. The place my mother raised me, nurtured me, comforted me when I was sick. My jaw clenches. It was all a lie.

Glancing over my shoulder, I notice Hot Chick’s sitting alone now. My eyes travel from her face to her fingertips, with fuck me red polish to match her lips. I bet she knows what to do with those sexy hands. My cock perks up.

I continue my perusal of this beauty, noticing how her full tits fill out her t-shirt. It has some sort of saying on it I can’t read from my angle. I take a smaller sip of my beer, mentally stripping her out of it.

The woman in question turns her head and we stare at each other. Her eyes are an unusual shade. Not quite dark brown, but not light either. Maybe mocha? They are captivating. And they’re assessing me right now. I sit up and flex.

Her lips tip upward, her teeth biting her lower one. Her skin seems soft. I wonder what her most intimate part would feel like as I pound into it? Despite the beer I’ve been drinking, my mouth goes dry.

I raise one eyebrow toward her.

She runs her index finger down her cheek.

Fuck.

She’s what I need at this moment. A random chick who will take my mind off how my life has made such an unexpected U-turn. Maybe she can give me some “peace” right now?

Leaving my half-drunk Bud on the bar, I get up and advance over to the woman on the bar stool. She’s wearing sky-high heels and jeans. Fucking my troubles out of my system seems like a good idea, and she’s the lucky candidate.

I stop behind her. “Hey.”

Hot Chick swivels to face me, her features even more entrancing up close. Not that it matters, but they’ll make this encounter all the more pleasant. Her gaze roves up and down my length before locking with mine. “Hey.”

My stomach clenches at the throatiness of her voice. Sort of like Regina King or Scarlett Johansson. With only one word, I can tell she’s been through a lot in her life. I twist one of my short dreads. “I’m not looking for anything more than tonight.” Might as well be upfront with her.

She circles the straw in her drink for a moment. “Sounds good to me.”

I pull an empty stool next to her. Resting against it rather than sitting properly—because nothing is ever proper—I cross my arms over my chest. “What brings you here tonight?”

She blinks, her fake eyelashes sweeping off her lids. “Needed a night away, you know?”

Fuck yes, I do. Clearing my throat, I tip my head toward her drink. “What can I get you?”

“I’d love a seltzer with lime.” She draws the straw into her mouth, releases it, and I sport a semi. “And vodka.”

My hand raises, finger pointing to the roof. When the bartender comes over, I order a round for us and offer him a grin. Understanding what I’m conveying, he returns with two drinks. On my coaster, he wrote. “Peace.”

As I pay, I say, “Keep the change. Peace out.” And then I return my attention to the woman who promises to fulfill all my needs. At least for tonight.

She lifts her glass. “To unexpected delights.”

I’ll drink to that. I clink my beer to her glass, and we tip our drinks back. Her throat bobs as the liquid slides down, and, in response, endorphins flood my system. Lowering my voice, I ask, “And what kind of delights might those be?”

“Hopefully,” she licks her lips, leaving them glistening. “Ones that will make me scream.”

Before I know what I’m doing, my thumb reaches over and swipes the moisture from her lip, and I bring it into my mouth. “Sounds dirty.”

“Aren’t they the best kind?”

Hell, yes. One last item to check off my list before we get this party started. I push her dark hair away from her face, luxuriating in the texture. “Especially when they come with no strings attached.”

She motions me closer, her red fingernails undulating to the beat of a siren song only she can hear. When I’m kissing distance from her lips, she replies, “Those are the only types I do.”

The fact she’s not interested in any sort of relationship seals the deal. Closing the gap between our mouths, I touch my lips to hers and fireworks explode inside my brain. I press harder against her mouth and it opens for my tongue, which steals inside and swirls against hers.

Noise from around us penetrates my lust-filled brain, and I pull away. We stare into each other’s eyes, her pupils dilating as I watch. The need to fuck screams throughout my body. I jut my chin toward the restrooms.

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