Drunk Girl Page 9

  “I like that idea. Saves us from having to come back over here again tomorrow,” he says, tugging on my pockets until I’m standing between his spread legs. His hands slide around my hips as he grips them. I lean down to meet him for a chaste kiss before pulling back.

  Back in the kitchen, I give my mom a hug. “Have a good night, Mom. I’ll call you tomorrow after work and let you know how it goes. Love you.”

  “Love you, too, sweetie.”

  “Are you sure you don’t need any help?” I ask as I sit on a chair on Nick’s deck an hour or so later, while he mans the grill. I’m nursing another one of his homemade root beers that are quickly becoming my favorite drink.

  “I’ve got it all covered,” he assures me. “Not much to it but flipping things when they need to be flipped.” He does just that and flips the steak, vegetables, and potato wedges he has all lined up on the grill. “If you really need to do something, can you run in and grab a platter, two plates, and some silverware? We can sit out here and eat tonight.”

  “Sure can,” I say, hopping up from my seat. I stop to give him a quick kiss before I head inside and find everything we need.

  11

  Nick

  I watch as Ashley disappears into my house to grab the plates and silverware. I admire the swing of her hips as she does and wonder how we can just click so easily together. How, this time last week, we’d never crossed paths and, as of today, I don’t want her to leave my side. Fuck, I’d be happy if she just moved all her stuff into my house and called it good. I know that isn’t an option yet, but damn, if it doesn’t feel right to have her here in my space, cooking dinner together and just living life.

  “Here ya go,” she says, pulling me from my daydream, then sets the plates and silverware out on the table. “Do you need anything else?”

  “Nope, this is all,” I tell her before turning back to the grill to remove the food.

  “Oh my god, this steak is amazing,” Ashley moans a little while later, as she takes a second bite.

  “Thanks, I’ve perfected grilling over the years. I do a lot of it, with only cooking for one most of the time. I can only eat so much bar food before it gets old.”

  “I bet. Have you always enjoyed cooking?”

  “Not really. I don’t necessarily enjoy it, just a necessary part of life. Once I was on my own, and realized quickly that I couldn’t survive on takeout and freezer meals, and the leftovers my mom likes to send me home with after a meal at my parents’ house only lasts me a day, if that. The only thing I miss about living at home is my mom’s cooking. What about you, are you much of a cook?”

  “I guess so. I’ve been cooking since I can remember. I don’t usually go all fancy, but I’ve got the basics down and can put a well-rounded meal on the table. I’m also the queen of making entire meals out of the random things I can pull out of a pantry. Sometimes money was super tight, and we’d have very little to get us by until the next payday or food pantry date. Even after those days, it was still sometimes a meal pulled together from a mish-mash of random items from the pantry and freezer. If I never have to eat another bag of frozen mixed vegetables, it will be too soon.”

  “I can’t even imagine what it must have been like to go through days like that,” I tell her honestly. I never had to wonder where my next meal was coming from, and I’m thankful for that every damn day.

  “The ironic part about it was that for most of my childhood, I didn’t even realize that we were poor. Since all my friends lived in the apartments all around us, I didn’t know better. I try and focus on the happy moments more than the crappy ones.”

  We fall silent as we focus on eating and not talking. The flavors from the fresh grilled vegetables and steak are bursting on my tongue and satisfying my hunger.

  We finish up eating and work together to get our dishes cleared and into the dishwasher. I tried to insist I didn’t need any help, but Ashley wasn’t having it.

  “Thanks for helping clean up. You ready to relax some before you need to go to bed?”

  “That sounds perfect,” she says, stopping in front of me and lifting up on her toes to kiss me.

  I cradle her face between my hands, loving the feeling of her soft skin against my callused hands. “Or, I could take you to bed now,” I say against her lips before I dive back in for another demanding kiss. She wraps her arms around my waist, closing the small amount of space left between our bodies.

  I have no idea how much time passes as we stand here in the kitchen, exploring each other. We’re a mess of lips and tongues, teeth occasionally clinking together. I eventually slide my hands down her body until I can grasp her thighs just under her ass.

  “Jump,” I instruct, breaking the kiss for a second as I hoist her up into my arms, then place her down on the counter. I make sure her ass is close to the edge and step between her legs, pulling us close together.

  I trail my hands along her hips and then under the fabric of her top. My fingertips brush along her skin, as I slip higher and higher up her body. “You can take it off,” she whispers next to my ear.

  I don’t need to be told twice, so I grab the hem of her shirt and pull it up and over her head. My eyes drop to the roundness of her tits on display for me in her lacy bra before I start covering the pillowy tops with open-mouthed kisses. Ashley arches her back as she pushes her chest further into me. I slip a hand around to her back and easily open the clasp of her bra. I stand back long enough to remove her bra completely and toss it behind her on the counter, out of our way.

  “Your tits are perfect,” I growl, just before I suck one of her nipples between my lips. I lightly bite the tip, then run my tongue over it to soothe the sting. I switch to the other, where I do the same, which causes Ashley to moan in frustration.

  “We need to move this to the bedroom,” she says, pulling my head from her tits.

  “I could fuck you right here,” I suggest, a smirk on my lips.

  “You could,” she muses, reaching for the button on my shorts. They drop to the floor a second later, followed by my t-shirt and boxer briefs. I pull her shorts and panties down her legs, then lean over and grab my wallet off the counter, pulling out the condom I keep in there, just in case. “Let me,” she says, grabbing the packet from my fingers as I toss my wallet back on the counter.

  I watch as she tears the package open and then rolls it down my shaft. The contact of her hand to my cock has me ready to bury myself inside her. Once the condom is in place, she strokes up my cock from the base to the tip.

  “That’s enough,” I growl. “I need inside you now.”

  I slip my fingers through her wet folds, sinking two fingers inside her pussy to make sure she’s wet and ready for me, then tug her ass to the very edge of the counter, line myself up, and thrust inside her.

  “Fuck!” I yell. The heat. The wetness. The all-encompassing feeling I get when I sink inside her. It feels like home. Like this is where I belong. Like she’s my forever.

  “Lean back, hold yourself up with your hands, baby,” I tell her as I grab her hips. Once she’s supporting her upper body, I start thrusting. I watch as my cock disappears inside her, only to come out covered in her. The sight has my blood boiling and my orgasm quickly shooting down my spine.

  I move one hand from her hip so I can strum her clit with my thumb. “I need you there, babe. I’m not going to last much longer,” I tell her as I speed up my ministrations. I feel her walls start to pulse around my cock as I drive into her, harder and as deep as I can get.

  “Yes,” she hums and her legs lock around my hips as I pump faster and faster. I work at hitting her g-spot, all while still strumming her clit. “Ahhh!” she finally cries out a few moments later, and collapses forward, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing her upper body flush with my own. I thrust through her orgasm until I’m spilling my release into the condom.

  I rest my forehead against her shoulder as I suck in large amounts of air. The counter isn’t the greatest height
for sex, so I soon slip out. I take care of the condom, then come back to stand in front of Ashley. Her body is still flush from her orgasm. She pulls me back between her legs, wrapping them, along with her hands, around my body.

  “That was…” She trails off as I kiss her lightly. “Perfect,” she finishes once our kiss ends.

  “It was,” I agree, a dopey smile on my face. “Are you ready to call it a night?”

  “It’s only eight thirty. How about we watch something for a little bit? I’ll head to bed closer to ten.”

  “Sounds good to me but, babe,” I say, looking down at her still-naked body, “if we’re going to actually watch TV, then you need to put some clothes on.”

  “I know that,” she says on a laugh. “Same goes for you.”

  Ashley pinches my side, then pushes me back so she can hop off the counter. She picks up her clothes that are either on the counter behind her or on the floor with mine. “You coming?” she asks as she turns to head for the bedroom.

  I pick up my own clothes and follow like a puppy behind her. We toss our clothes into the basket in the corner, then pull out some lounge clothes. I laugh a little when we both pull on some athletic shorts and a tank top.

  “What’s so funny?” she asks as she grabs her toiletry bag from the larger bag she packed earlier.

  “Just that we practically match. We already think too much alike,” I muse, pointing back and forth between us.

  “We’ve both got good taste, then.” She smiles, then heads down the hall and into the bathroom. I continue down the hall into the living room, making a quick stop in the kitchen to grab us each a glass of water before I plop myself down on the couch and turn on the TV.

  I start scanning the guide as I search for something we’ll both like to watch, and see one of the Stanley Cup finals games is on. If I’m not mistaken, the Indianapolis Eagles could win the cup if they beat Columbus tonight. I flip to that channel and find the game is about halfway into the first period and the Eagles are currently winning, one-nothing.

  Ashley comes out a few minutes later, her face scrubbed clean and her long blonde hair pulled up in a mess on the top of her head. “Hockey okay with you?” I ask, holding out my hand to her so she can cuddle up next to me on the couch.

  “That’s fine. I don’t know much about it, but that’s okay.”

  “If the team in white wins tonight, then they win the cup,” I tell her.

  “I’m guessing they want to do that, then?” she asks, obviously knowing nothing about hockey.

  I laugh at her lack of knowledge about the sport. “Yeah, something like that. The Stanley Cup is said to be the best trophy in team-based sports. It’s the only trophy from the four major sports played in the United States not to be reproduced each year. Instead, it travels from city to city, team to team. Each player from the winning team actually gets a day with the cup during the offseason. They can do whatever they want with it on that day. Many players will take it to local children’s hospitals or just have a day with it and their families.”

  “Cool. So, I take it you like to watch?”

  “I’m a lover of most sports. Plus, we play the games at the bar, especially if the Preds are playing.”

  “Duh.” She smacks her forehead with the palm of her hand. “I forgot that you guys play games at the bar on a regular basis. Wait, what just happened?” she asks, pointing to the screen.

  “They just scored.”

  “Wow, the crowd really gets into it.”

  I once again laugh at her ignorance to the game. “That’s because they’re one of the hottest teams in the league the past eight or so seasons. And as I said a little bit ago, if they win tonight, they’ll win the cup. And they’re on home ice, so that stadium is packed full of Eagles fans.”

  “Do you ever go to games here?”

  “I love going to games. We should plan on going to one next season. I think you’ll like it. I have a buddy, Ethan, who used to play for the Preds, that I usually go with. He’s now a tattoo artist at a shop not far from the bar.”

  “Sounds fun!” She bounces lightly next to me as she watches the game. “Holy crap!” she says as we watch a defenseman from the Eagles hit a Columbus player against the boards. She turns to look at me. “They can do that?”

  “Yep. It’s a pretty brutal game sometimes.”

  “But he just popped back up like nothin’ happened,” she says, flabbergasted at the play.

  Laughing once again, I tug her a little closer. “Just all part of the game. The Eagles are going to do everything in their power to close out the series tonight, and the other team is going to do everything they can to keep the series alive. Keep from ending their season as the losing team.”

  Our conversation lulls as we watch the remainder of the first period. “This is so exciting,” she says, once the game breaks for the first intermission.

  “I’m glad you think so,” I tell her as I reach for the remote. I mute the TV while the intermission report comes on. “So, are you all ready for your new job tomorrow?”

  “Yes. I’ve got the address already programmed into my phone. I’m going to get up at six, shower, have breakfast, and leave around seven twenty. That should give me plenty of time to drive there, even with morning traffic. The GPS on my phone says it’s only a fifteen-minute drive from here, but I know with morning traffic, that can easily double. I also don’t want to be late for my first day, so having a little buffer of time will be good, I think.”

  “Sounds like a great plan,” I tell her, then get up and head into the kitchen. I grab a spare key off a magnetic bar I have mounted on the wall, then walk back into the living room. “Here, take this.” I hand over the key. “This way, you can lock up when you leave in the morning and you can come back here once you’re off work. I’ll be at the bar, but you’re welcome to come back. I wouldn’t complain about finding you in my bed when I get home from work tomorrow night.”

  “Thanks,” she says, accepting the key. “You’re sure you’re ready for me to have this? Kinda a big step, isn’t it?”

  “It is, but it makes sense. Especially with our schedules not really lining up once you start tomorrow. You can come and go as you want. Just promise me that you’ll be in my bed when I get home on the weekends. It might be late those nights, but I can promise you I’ll be ready to sink inside you after my long shifts, take my time making you come.” I watch as her breath hitches and I know my words are turning her on. I can see her nipples harden beneath the thin cotton of her tank. My cock swells in my shorts and there’s no hiding it.

  “I’ll think about it,” she says, a smirk filling her lips as she looks up at me.

  “Don’t make me come hunt you down when I get off work Friday night.”

  “Who says you’ll have to hunt me down?” she says coyly. “Maybe I’ll come keep you company at the bar. Sit at the end all night, sipping on a drink, eating some nachos, driving you crazy with some low-cut top…”

  “Woman,” I groan.

  “What?” she says on a laugh.

  “With you there distracting me, I won’t get work done.”

  “You were just fine the last few times I was in there.”

  “Yeah, but that was before I knew what it was like to be inside of you. To see your perfect body without clothes on. Before I knew what your nipples and pussy feel and taste like against my tongue,” I tell her, then pull her against me and capture her lips in a demanding kiss. She immediately opens to me, straddling my lap an instant later.

  We make out like teenagers for a few more minutes, neither one of us able to get enough of the other. If I could keep my lips on this woman twenty-four seven, I would. I’m becoming that addicted to her.

  “Game’s back on,” she says, after we break apart and she looks over her shoulder at the TV.

  I grab the remote and un-mute it as we both settle back in beside each other. I watch her reaction as the Eagles continue to dominate the game. They easily keep control of the lead a
nd finish out with a win. We watch a bit longer as the teams complete the handshake line, then the team is awarded the cup.

  “That was so cool how they all shook hands. I’ve never seen something like that,” she tells me while we watch all the guys pass the trophy around as they each take a lap around the ice.

  “It’s a hockey tradition. At the end of each playoff series, the teams come together and form the handshake line. It’s a great show of sportsmanship. These two teams battled it out and unfortunately for one team, they go home the losers and the other team will be out celebrating all night long. Then, in a few days, the home team will have a big parade in their town. In most cities, it draws hundreds of thousands of people out.”

  “That’s pretty cool,” she says on a yawn, then looks over at the clock on the wall. “I need to get to bed. It’s already past my bedtime.”

  “Then let’s get you off to bed,” I tell her, standing and offering her my hands to pull her up.

  “You don’t have to go to bed with me. I know you like to stay up later.”

  “I’ll be fine. I just want to hold you.”

  “Okay.” She grabs the two glasses I’d brought out here earlier for us and places them right into the dishwasher, then pushes the button to start it.

  We both head down the hall, each taking a turn in the bathroom as we get ready for bed. When I return to the bedroom, she’s dropped the shorts and is sliding into bed in just her tank top and panties. My cock hardens at the sight of her ass that’s on display in her cheeky cut underwear. I breathe in deep through my nose, blowing the breath out through my mouth as I will my cock to stand down. We’ve already fucked tonight, and I need to let her get some sleep, so she’s well-rested in the morning.

  I slide into bed a moment later, and she moves right up to my side, cuddling in. I wrap my arm around her, pulling her another few centimeters closer as we both melt into the bed and each other.