Page 81 of Love Undiscovered
Chapter 21
Chance
I’m enjoying the hell out of being with the guys again. It was pure luck that they were playing here in town tonight when I had a date with Remi. But more than just seeing them, is watching them with her. She fits right in with the crude jokes and coarse language. She may be the girliest, most high maintenance female I’ve ever met. But she can hang in the back of the bar trenches with the best of them. I am proud as fuck of her.
A loud knock sounds on the wall by the door. “Ten minutes, Night Moves.”
“That’s our cue.” Carter stands up and says, “Gotta go be famous and adored.”
Remi stands and walks toward the door, and I move to follow her. She pats Carter on the chest as she passes him and says, “Pretty sure you are zero for two there, son.”
And right there, with one line, she gets him back for all the things he’s teased her about throughout the night. The band and I all bust out laughing. Carter is the jokester of the group, and to see him speechless, with his mouth hanging open, is priceless.
I grab Remi’s hand and kiss the back of it. “That’s my girl,” I say with a wink. She blushes ever so slightly. It’s a good look on her.
I turn back to the guys and give them a small salute as a goodbye. “Gentlemen.”
“Aw, what’d we tell you about calling us that,” Carter says. “Not nice, man.”
“She’s a keeper,” Trace yells.
I raise a hand over my head and keep walking. I have to smile when I hear Chad say, “She’s a sassy one for sure, but did you see that ass? Dayum.”
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We get to the main floor and I see the guys have reserved two stools for us at the end of the bar closest to the stage. We get situated and I pull Remi’s stool up close to the front of mine so she is sitting between my legs and can lean back against my chest if she wants. Hopefully she does, because that’s what I want.
“Do you want a martini or stick with beer?” I ask, my mouth close enough to her ear to nuzzle it lightly. I’m rewarded by the slight shiver that runs through her body. She puts her hand on my thigh and turns slightly in her stool to face me, our noses almost touching. Her tongue slips out of her mouth and she licks my lips lightly.
“Mmmm,” she says. “You taste good. I’ll stick with beer.” My cock hardens. My reactions to her are so quick and visceral. She pulls her head back and turns toward the stage before I have a chance to kiss her. But her hand stays resting on my thigh. I order two beers as the guys take the stage.
They open with “The Fire Down Below,”which always gives Taylor a chance to show off his skills on the strings. Remi sways against me in time to the beat and taps it out on my thigh. I feel good sitting like this with her.
“Rock and Roll Never Forgets” is next in the set list. When they transition from one song to the next, Remi goes a little crazy in her stool, screaming, whistling and clapping. She’s in rare form tonight. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so loose and unrestrained.
Except when we kissed.
She turns back to me. “Let’s do shots!”
“Beautiful, I’ve got to drive us home.”
“We’ll Uber,” she says. “Have fun with me.”
“I am having fun with you.”
“Have MORE fun with me.” She places a small kiss on my lips. “Please.”
I caress her cheek with the back of my fingers, enjoying when she leans into it. Then I turn back to the bartender, and when I catch his eye, tell him, “Two tequila shots, please.”
Two songs later we’ve had two shots each and a beer chaser, and we’re standing in front of our stools. I’ve got my arms around Remi from behind, with her pulled tight against me. She’s holding my hands with hers at her waist. I can’t get over how good she feels. How good she smells. How hard she makes me.
I nuzzle her neck and she leans her head to the side to give me better access. I bite her collarbone, a little harder than necessary, but instead of getting mad, she reaches back and puts her arms around my neck, pulling my mouth to hers. The kiss is brief, due to the awkward angle, but she initiated it, and that gives me hope.
Bet or no bet, I don’t want to give this girl up at the end of the month. And the more I can convince her that it’s good between us, the better my chances are of saving this when she finds out.
Because she will find out that she was a bet. And no matter how many times I’ll try to convince her that it only started that way, it’s going to take a miracle to get her to forgive me.
