Page 3 of Cold Snap
That sounds wonderful, but…I think we need more this time.
“We need to go out, get shitfaced, and forget all about men that don’t come for their princesses.”
“Or that’s something we can do, I guess. But how are we going to get shitfaced? We can’t legally drink.”
“I have an idea. I think we might be able to drink at Land’s End.”
“The bar Landry owns? How do you figure that? He’s not going to serve us when we’re underage.”
“I was at Land’s End the other night…,” I trail off, thinking about what to say. I want to tell her the truth. She is my best friend after all. But if she knows Land is serving us because he thinks I’m legal, she won’t go with me. She’ll be too nervous and will give us away before we even make it through the door. “And I caught Land watering down the beer. He told me if I didn’t say anything, we could come drink there.”
Oakley pulls back to look at me with shock on her face. “You’re blackmailing, Land!”
“If you want to call it that. Sure.”
“He said he would serve us alcohol if we didn’t tell?”
“Yeah, but you have to not say anything to anyone about it.”
The indecision is there in her eyes, so I press my hand.
“We can grab Lucy and make a girls’ night out of it! We’ll show Tommy how exciting you are! Fuck him!”
And while we’re at it, I’ll show Land just exactly what he’s missing!
Chapter Three
Landry
As soon as she comes in, I know she’s here. Teresa.
And damned if I’m not going to have to beat men off her tonight. What the hell is her brother doing letting her out wearing what she’s got on! If she were to bend over, I would easily be able see her panties, which she better be wearing.
I keep my eyes on her while keeping my distance. Teresa Abernathy is not for me. She’s young and sweet and too pretty for some rough ass bar owner that has had a hard life and started over more times than I should have been allowed to. I’m thirty-two. My world is this bar. It’s all I’ve got in this world.
Not that I don’t have some good friends and my volunteer work, but most often it’s this bar. Land’s End. I’ve been told by more than one person -especially the old women who come in on Wednesday nights and call themselves the Matchmakers Club- that I need a woman. And just like every time they say it, I ask the same question. What would I do with one if I had her?
My eyes drift back over to Teresa. Terry. Everyone calls her Terry, but I just can’t make myself call her that. It’s a short, blunt name, and the woman is soft and…curvy. She’s clearly a Teresa.
And what would I do with a woman like Teresa? She’s not had the life I’ve had. She grew up with two loving parents who made sure she had everything she needed. I hardly know my parents, and what I do know, I don’t like. She’s bright and hopeful. I’m…well, I’ve become somewhat jaded to life.
I'm friends with her dad; he’s a good man. I play poker with him on Monday nights when I’m not on call. And I rub shoulders with her brother, who is a police officer, when I volunteer for the fire department. There’s no way I’m doing anything with her, but every time I think about having a woman, it’s her I think of. Lately, it’s been getting worse with me waking up at night, hard and throbbing and covered in sweat. Dreams of her cloud my mind, and if she were anywhere near me, I would say fuck it to everything and do something both of us would probably regret.
Now she’s in my bar, wearing a dress that barely covers her ass, offering me nothing but temptation, and all I can think about is spanking her ass. Flipping that little dress up and spanking her soft, round ass until she cries out my name and begs me to…nope! That can’t happen. I left the life of a bad boy, trying to start shit and break hearts behind me. The last thing I need is…Teresa.
That doesn’t mean I can’t look. And threaten to beat the shit out of anyone looking too long. Hell, I can even lie to myself about it and say I’m doing it for her dad and brother. Does it make me a bastard? Yes, it does. Is it going to stop me? No, not a chance.
She walks over to me and leans those soft tits against the bar, making me want to kick everyone out and fuck her right here and now.
“Hey, stranger. What can you get a girl with a broken heart?”
“Who the hell broke your heart?”
She giggles at my anger as I’m reaching for the gun I keep for safety right under the bar. “Not me, silly. Oakley. She got dumped by that ass, Tommy.”
“Stay away from him. I don’t like the look of him.” And I would know. I used to run with guys like him when I was younger.
She giggles and leans forward even more. I can’t help but lower my eyes and look. “You sound just like a father.”
