Drunk Girl's Fantasies Bundle: 3 Short Story Collection (Restless, Reckless & Rowdy) (The Intoxicating Trio) (6 page)

“Georgie Porgy,” he repeats.  Fuck, I can’t even pretend I didn’t hear him now.

I freeze, my spine stiffening and straightening as I slowly pivot on my Alti Spiked Louboutins which cost me every bit of last month’s bonus, then some.  I thought them brilliant for a race track, very edgy.  Pasting a brilliant smile across my face, widening my cherry red stained lips I cry out, “Jake, what a wonderful surprise.”  My breath whooshes from my lungs and I’m barely able to control my reaction to him, my belly flutters as our eyes meet.  He has grown into one magnificent specimen of manhood.  I had thought him fantastically gorgeous in high school, but now I can find no words to describe him.  Short blonde hair spiked up at the front, but not styled.  It’s as if it’s sticking up because he can’t keep his hands out of it.  Delicious and completely and utterly masculine.  I love it, which bites the big one. 
Damn, damn, and triple damn
.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve seen him on TV hundreds of times.  He does commercials for his sponsors, I’ve watched his races.  You can’t miss his face.  It’s everywhere, but up close and personal he’s almost too much to take.  He’s a few inches over six foot, dark blond hair, emerald green eyes, tanned skin, and muscles.  Lots and lots of muscles.  Normally he would be way taller than me
if it weren’t for my Louboutins. 

I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he grasps me around the waist hugging me tight and spinning me around.  “Damn girl.”  He whistles, just like he used to.  “They sure did grow
ya right.  You look hotter than a two dollar pistol.”

“Thanks, Jake.”  I smile at him and think the only reason I look
hotter than a two dollar pistol
is because he’s touching me and setting me on fire.  “But can you stop with the southern colloquialisms.” 

He chuckles and
a slow easy smile crosses his face
. 
“Sure thing, darlin’.”

Quickly, I add, “Let me introduce you to my two best friends.”  I link my arm with his, pulling him closer.  I did the introductions and pretend that being pressed up against his side isn’t burning me alive.

“Holy cow,” Ashley whispers under her breath stepping closer than really necessary and holding out her hand.  “You’re way better looking than on TV.”    She lets out a deep, deep sigh that if Gage heard, he’d have steam coming out of his ears. 
“Wow,”
she drawls out.

Jake takes her hand and carries it to his lips, brushing a kiss over the back.  “Well aren’t you a pretty little thing.”  He sure doesn’t waste time. 
Sheesh.

“She has a boyfriend, Jake.”  I turn to Ashley.  “You have a boyfriend,” I remind not too subtly.   

Ashley looks at me with a wide smile.  “I’m very much aware that I have a boyfriend, Georgie Porgy.”

I glare at her with my lips pursed like I just licked a sour lemon.

“How about you, sugar?” He turns to Hailie and grins.  “Well aren’t you a tall drink of water.”  And she is.  She’s tall, slender and could eat you out of a week’s worth of groceries in one sitting, so don’t let her slender frame fool ya.  She’s dangerous with a fully-stocked fridge.

Hailie
rolls her eyes; her arms cross over her chest and her Jimmy Choo shod foot taps out an irritated staccato.  She turns her head with the hint of a grin kicking up her lips.  “You weren’t kiddin’ when you said he was fast.”  She shifts her eyes back to Jake, one brow lifts and she gives him the once over from head to toe and back.  “Now if only he can be that fast on the track I’d be impressed.” 

Jake lets a slow easy smile cross his face before he throws back his head and laughs loud and deep drawing undo attention.  “Love your friends, Georgia.  Frisky.”  His green eyes hold mine for maybe a second longer than necessary.  “Nice.”

“She’s not interested.”  I slug him on the arm which doesn’t bode well for my fuck fest I have planned for him.  “Really, Jake?  Cut it out.”  I know I sound annoyed to the Nth degree.

He gives me a sideways glance.  “I haven’t seen hide nor hair of you in almost eight years,
darlin’, I think you could cut me a little slack.”  Jake’s arm slides along my shoulders and he pulls me into his side, leaning in, his hot breath brushing past my ear sending shivers down my spine.  “You’ve come here for a reason and I want to know what it is, darlin’?” 

I look at him in surprise, opening my mouth to say something but he doesn’t let me.  He wraps his arm more tightly around my shoulders.  “What do you want, Georgie Porgy?” 
The more aggressive images pop into my mind. 
White picket fences, 2.5 children or whatever the number is now…

I scowl at him making a scoffing sound.  “What makes you think I want something?”  I try to hide the nervous edge in my voice.  I did want something.  I wanted to have sex with him one more time.  Hot monkey sex, then I want to be the one to dump him without looking back.  I don’t know why, I just need it. 

“Georgia.”  Saved by my daddy. 
Thank you, Daddy
.  He’s getting a great Father’s Day gift this year. 

I shrug my shoulders to shake Jakes arm off of me and turn, moving from his side.  “Daddy.”  I run over to him as fast as I can in five inch heels and throw my arms around his waist but looking at Jake all the while.  His brow quirks slightly which annoys me.  His look puzzles me.  He doesn’t look upset, he looks more curious than anything.  Like he really wants to know what I’m up to.  Truly interested in what’s going on. 
He stares at me for a long second, then shakes his head.

“Hey honey.”  My daddy wraps his arms around me and squeezes me tight.  “Having fun?”  He tilts his head and looks at me, then at Jake.  Some look passes between the two of them that I don’t like. 

“It’s great, Daddy.”  I don’t even have to rise up on my toes to kiss him with these shoes on.  All I do is lean against his shoulder and brush my lips over his leathery cheeks.  “You’re the best.”

“I saw you watching and I wanted to say hi.  Can’t stay long.”  He chucks me on the chin.  “
Gotta go.”  He grins.

“See
ya, Daddy.”

“See
ya, honey.”  He smiles.  “See ya, girls,” he calls over his shoulder.  “Later, Jake.  Be good.”  And there goes that look again, which surprises me.  It’s almost a look of warning, then he stops.  “You coming to dinner Sunday next?”

“Let me check my schedule,” Jake says.

I stiffen, listening with I know my mouth hanging open wide.  Dinner? 
What the fuck?

“Love to have
ya,” my dad replies.

“Simon.”  Jake gives my dad one of those two fingered salutes, then turns back to us with his arms crossed over his chest.  “So what is this I hear about hot fudge sundaes?”

“Dinner?”  I grit out knowing I’m living in a dream right about now.

“Yeah.”  Jake laughs.  “It’s a meal you eat at night time.”

“I know what the fuck dinner is Jake.”  I step closer, so close I can see the gold flecks in his green eyes.  “Why are you eating dinner with the parents?”

He snorts.  “I get with your folks every month or so when I’m in town.”  He shrugs his wide shoulders, then continues, “No biggie.”

I just stand there staring at him.  Why hadn’t my parents said anything to me?  Definitely be calling my mom tonight.  I’m seething inside.  They have a lot of explaining to do.

“I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work,”
Hailie states, making me almost choke on my own saliva.  I swallow thickly and glare hotly at her as my stomach turns over in nervous flips.

Jake turns, his grin dying, h
is facial muscles tightening.  “What does she mean this isn’t how it’s supposed to work?” he demands roughly, all the humor vanishing from his green eyes leaving them hard.  His eyes skate over each one of us but come to a stop on me and don’t budge. 

My
poise slips at his rough tone and I clamp my eyes tight as shame strikes me at the sound of his taut voice. 
Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck. 
This definitely
isn’t
how this is supposed to go.  He’s supposed to see me, fall deeply in lust and drag me back to his house, hotel, whatever, I’m not going to be too picky and fuck the shit out of me so that I can’t walk for a week and say his goodbyes.  If I wasn’t wearing my Louboutins, I’d stomp my feet like a spoiled child because I’ve had this planned out in my head for over a decade.  I really want to growl.  I want to roar.  I want to throw something against the wall that shatters really, really loud.  That’s how irritated I am.  Instead I flash him an innocent smile.  “I don’t know what you mean?”

“Georgie,” he drawls out in his thick, masculine, deliciously deep southern accent that does wicked things to my insides. 

My eyes fly up to meet his narrowed green gaze.  “What?”  I wail, throwing my hands in the air and want to kick myself even if I’m wearing fifteen hundred dollar shoes. 

I watch as his jaw clenches and unclenches and he appears to be taking in deep draws of air.  The next thing I know he grabs me by my wrist turns back to
Hailie and Ashley and commands in clipped tones, “Stay.”  Now he’s dragging me around the nearest corner out of their view. 

Clearly not a very patient man. 
Oh fuck, I’m in trouble.

Georgia calls over her shoulder, “Ta
ta.”  I narrow my eyes at the mysterious grin on her face.

“We’re going to head to the restroom,”
Hailie calls with laughter in her voice and I hear the sound of their heels tapping along the concrete fade until it’s eerily quiet. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” I pull at my wrist, but his grip is like an iron cuff. 
Arousal mixed with a potent dose of anxiety skitters through me as I question what he plans to do to me.  For some reason I have a feeling I’m not gonna like it.

A fierce grin lights his face.  “I’m
gonna find out what’s going on in your devious little brain, Georgie.”  He tugs at my arm and I slam against his hard body, his eyes fixed on my mouth. 

I growl and stomp my foot barely missing his size thirteen boots.  Knowing that they are probably steel-toed and would only do damage to my own foot pisses me off even more.  “Stop
calling me Georgie.”  I know I’m practically yelling, but I can’t help it.  I yank hard, still unable to pull away from him.

He let
s his hand trail softly along my skin starting at the curve of my shoulder, down my arm and back up again.  Before I realize his plan, he palms the nape of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss but I palm his chest and push at the same time.

Though I push as hard as I can, he doesn’t budge.  So I go with it.  What’s the phrase?  If you can’t beat ‘
em, join ‘em?  I find myself melting into a molten puddle of goo at his feet.  The only thing holding me up is the bulging bicep of his arm wrapped around my waist, his large callused palm and long fingers gripping my nape, and his firm yet pillowy soft lips suctioned to mine.

I thought I remembered his kisses.  I thought the memory of them was plenty.  Boy was I mistaken.  Memories suck!  Reality is so much better than fantasy.  Maybe they’ve changed?  I sure hope so.  With age comes practice and with practice comes expertise.  Or so I’ve heard.  This kiss is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before in my life.  He’s making love to my mouth with his, and I don’t want him to stop.  Ever.  His tongue thrust deep and precise.  Perfect swipes, perfect pressure,
perfection in everything he’s doing. 

Grabbing onto his head, I force my fingers into his short blond strands and match his tongue’s movements thrust for thrust, swipe for swipe.  My pussy throbs and liquid is gushing out of my body soaking my panties even though his hands haven’t even left my neck or the small of my back yet.  Squeezing my thighs together on instinct, he suddenly pulls back at the movement.   A devilishly, sexy grin covers his lips glistening with our saliva and stained by my red gloss. 

I’m panting.  He’s panting and I can’t help the bewildered expression that flitters across my features.  I take deep gulping breaths.  “What was that for?”  My hand presses against my heaving breasts and I’m afraid I won’t be able to hear his reply over my rapid heartbeat thumping frantically against my eardrums.  My tongue comes out to slick over my lips and I hold my breath.

His head tilts, his eyes now roaming freely from the top of my head to the tips of my spiked toes.  “I like those fuck-me shoes.”  He stares down at my feet, slowly his emerald eyes rise to mine.  “They look dangerous,
darlin’.  You know how much I like dangerous.”  He places his mouth near my ear.   His mouth finds my earlobe, his tongue flicks out, licking and teasing, then swiping across my lobe before he captures it with his teeth nibbling right before he actually bites down hard and shooting stars flash before my eyes. 

I sigh and let my head loll back. 

“I don’t even have to bend down to kiss you.”

His words diminish the haze of passion that clouds my brain and I jerk my head up to stare at him dumbfounded.  “What the fuck are you doing, Jake?”  I ask the question in a different way.

He turns me at that question, shuffles me back a few steps and presses me up against the wall, his hands bracketing my head as he presses into me from hips to breasts.  My nipples pull tight and press almost painfully against the bodice of my dress.  I’m certain he can feel them through the thin cotton of his black T-shirt as I can feel the thick length of his cock against my pelvis.  A thrill shoots through me at his obvious arousal. 
Damn
.  I should have thought this plan through a little bit more.