Whiskey Girl (7 page)

As they left the bar, Doug took her hand.
She shouldn’t enjoy such a small thing as much as she did, but there was no
help for it. She was tired of fighting every little gesture he made, and so she
took it for what it was.

Although quiet, the ride to his place felt
completely different. Ausha didn’t feel as out of sorts as she usual did when
she was around him. Oh sure, she was still jittery and leery of exactly what he
wanted, but she was starting to realize he would do nothing to truly harm her.
Besides, what could he possibly do that was any worse than what she’d already
been through?

Ausha used the same old example but was
having a hard time believing it this time around. She could feel the walls
she’d protectively built around her starting to crumble, and deep inside knew
if she allowed him in and things didn’t work, the pain would be unbearable.

She was coming to the conclusion she wanted
to live again and even to love again. It didn’t change things. She was scared
to death and would probably go dragging her feet the whole way, but with him
maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Doug had a way of making things seem so easy.
Ausha only wished some of his calm would rub off on her because, right this
very minute, she was feeling like the virgin schoolgirl she’d been on prom
night.

When they pulled up to his place, she put
aside her thoughts and focused on the place Doug called home. His house was
single story. There was a porch off the front with a couple of folding chairs
and a small table between. It looked quaint, rustic and manly all at the same
time. Ausha stayed put when Doug put the truck in park and got out. Who was she
to take away such a simple pleasure as helping her from the cab of his truck?
She would admit though, even if only to herself, that his doing so was
flattering, exciting and uncomfortable all at the same time. It amazed her how
he made her feel so much when for the last two years not one other man had
caught her attention.

His hands as he helped her down were so
warm and solid it was hard not to ask him to keep holding her. Ausha couldn’t
bring herself to be needy and clingy though. She wasn’t sure if it just wasn’t
a part of her makeup anymore or if she was still afraid to let go too much
because then she might actually feel and have to deal with everything. Putting
a chink in her armor could cause a flood, one she wasn’t sure she would ever be
ready for. Her latest attempt at normalcy was to pretend everything was okay.
As long as she kept up the ruse, life seemed pretty good. It helped that no one
locally knew of her past, of Lauren—her precious baby girl—or the man she used
to love, the one who’d stolen her future.

Ausha shook those thoughts away. She was
going to enjoy tonight. When Doug leaned in for one of his fan-fucking-tabulous
kisses, she knew it had started right.

“You taste like Jack.”

His words worried her. “Is that a problem?”

“Not right this minute it isn’t, but I’m
not sure I’ll always want to think of you as my whiskey girl.”

“Well, I’ve been a fan of the drink since I
was old enough to buy it, so that probably isn’t going to change anytime soon.”
Ausha needed to clarify. With a hand on his arm she asked him to stop. “I don’t
overdo, Doug. Not even when I have a bad day or when times were really rough. I
have a drink or two, sometimes every day, but that’s it.”

Doug patted the hand on her arm then tucked
her beneath his shoulder like a mother hen protecting her young while herding
her toward his front door. “I’ll remember that as long as you remember you’re
no longer doing this alone. We’re in this together from here on out, through
good and bad, even when you want to kill me.”

Chapter Six

The roast was melt-in-your-mouth tender,
cooked to perfection. Doug watched as Ausha enjoyed the meal. She had a
sensuality about the way she moved, even when she ate. It wasn’t because she
was dainty or took those tiny nibbling bites women who were overly worried
about their figure seemed to. No, it was more in the way she savored each and
every bite. The movement of her mouth as she chewed, the way her tongue peeked
out to clean up the mess when she took too big of a bite. It all drew his
attention to her lips, which made his cock hard and his brain work overtime
wondering exactly what else she could do with a mouth like hers.

“Doug?” There was humor in her tone.

Busted!

Doug looked up and grinned. “Yeah,
darlin’?”

“I can’t eat when you watch me like that.” Her
voice wasn’t much above a whisper. Sexy as all fucking hell.

Doug noticed they were both pretty much
done with their meal so he pushed his chair back from the table and held out
his hand toward her. “Ausha. “I can solve that.”

Instead of questioning him as he half
expected, Ausha stood as well then put her hand in his. He knew she wanted to
ask where they were going, what they were doing. Doug wasn’t even sure himself
so he remained quiet as he led her to the overstuffed couch taking up the
majority of his small living room.

“I like your place.”

It pleased Doug to hear the compliment. Her
eyes roamed the room, causing Doug to allow his gaze to follow. He looked at
the pictures cluttering walls and tabletops then remembered the starkness of
Ausha’s apartment. He wanted nothing more than for her to once again open her
life to friendship and love.

When they were seated side by side, he
turned to her. It was nearly impossible not to kiss her every chance he got.
Doug had always enjoyed the art of kissing but couldn’t for the life of him
remember being as drawn to a woman’s lips as he was to Ausha’s.

“I’m going to kiss you again, darlin’.”

He didn’t ask or wait for an answer. He
took, dominating her mouth, loving every gasp, every whimper as she snuggled in
closer. She felt lush against him, her breath warm as it mingled with his own.
“I want to kiss you just like that all over,” he murmured against her lips.

Having finished the sentence, Doug was
prepared to make his fantasy a reality when Ausha pulled away from him long
enough to pull her blouse over her head. She threw the article of clothing on
the floor, not caring where it landed. She was straddling his lap, her hands
clenching his shoulders in desperate need. “Please, Doug. Please touch me
again.”

Ausha wiggled against him wantonly. Doug
saw stars, his need was so great. Prettier words had never been spoken. “I’m
going to stand up, baby. I want you to wrap your legs around me.”

Once he was standing, he cupped a hand
around her ass to ensure she didn’t fall. “My first time with you isn’t going
to be on the couch like some randy teenager who can’t wait. We’re going to my
room to do this right. Slow and oh so fucking right.”

She was shaking her head before he’d even
finished speaking. Doug sat her down on the edge of his bed then lowered to one
knee in order to remove her shoes and jeans.

“I don’t want slow.”

Understanding her need didn’t change his
mind. “Too bad, darlin’. I want you screaming my name by the time we’re done.”
He moved in closer, until they were face-to-face. After nipping her lower lip,
sucking it into his mouth, he said, “I want you to know exactly who’s fucking
you. This isn’t going to be something you use to escape.”

Ausha’s eyes flashed. He evidently hit a
sore spot for her and felt the need to make sure she understood why, where he
was coming from. “I want you with me every minute. I
need
you with me
every minute. If you can’t be here too, then it’s too early for us to be in my
bedroom or yours.”

She glanced away from him, her posture
uncomfortable as he continued to watch her and wait. “My way, Ausha.
Understand?”

She nodded but it wasn’t enough. “Say the
words.”

Her tone was somber when she answered, but
her gaze was direct. Doug knew she did understand the magnitude of what he was
asking of her.

“I understand, Doug. I’m staying and it’s
your way.” Her chin held high, her shoulders no longer stooped. She was such a
strong and beautiful woman.

“Good girl.” He finished removing her
clothes in record speed, leaving her in nothing more than a lace bra and
matching barely there panties. “Fucking gorgeous.”

Ausha put her hands on his head as he bowed
low to nuzzle her through the silky wisp of fabric covering her mound and
keeping her from him. Her thighs quivered slightly, causing a heady sensation
of power to run through his veins. She was so small, so damn perfect his mouth
watered at the thought of finally tasting her.

Doug sat up, dislodging Ausha’s hands from
his head. “Time for these to go.” He rubbed a single finger down the crease of
her nether lips, causing Ausha’s panties to become wet with her juices. She
hissed on an exhalation. “Please hurry.”

With her trying to help, it took him twice
as long to get her panties over her hips and down her legs. It would have been
comical had he not been so hard his zipper caused a painful pinch against the
raging erection bursting to get free.

As soon as she was free of the offending
garment, her scent permeated the air around him. Doug’s mouth watered in
anticipation as he lifted her legs, placing her knees over his shoulders.

“Oh my God.”

Doug peered up from the creamy white flesh
of her thighs only to see her wide eyes trained on him. He guessed by her
reaction, she wasn’t so used to being in such a position. The thought made him
smile.

“You might want to lie back and relax for
this, darlin’. I plan to be here for a while.”

The first swipe of his tongue up the length
of her folds was like honey across his tongue. She was sweet, warm and wet.
Just the way he preferred his women. Her legs didn’t stay splayed over his
shoulders for long. She moved until her feet took their place allowing her
thighs to open wide.

The new position gave Doug much-needed room
in which to maneuver his hands. Sliding one finger just inside the opening of
her tight channel, he continued to lick and suck the tight bundle of nerves
forming her clit. Ausha bucked against his hand while fisting the fabric of the
comforter. She looked stunning sprawled out across his bed, her thighs wide and
welcoming him, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Most of all, Doug enjoyed the way the walls
of her pussy milked his finger, attempting to pull the digit in deep. When he
added another finger, fucking in and out of her slickness, reveling in the
erotic sounds her body made, she moaned deep and low.

“You like that, baby?”

He knew she did, but the look on her face
when she lifted her head to stare at him proved so. Her gaze was wild with
desire, her body glistening with perspiration.

“Oh Doug! More please. I’m so close.” She
allowed her head to fall back onto the bed. Her hips kept time with the thrust
of his fingers.

“Close is good. Very good, but coming yet
isn’t. I want you to hold it back.”

Doug couldn’t wait to see her explode, to
feel her inner walls quiver around the length of his cock, but he wasn’t ready
to stop what he was doing. He also wasn’t sure if Ausha was the type to orgasm
once and then drift off to sleep, especially after being celibate for so long.
He decided from the start to bring her to the edge and keep her there until he
was ready. And he wasn’t quite there just yet. She tasted far too good to rush,
he thought as he licked her slit as it stretched around his fingers.

“Fuck.”

The word reached Doug on a whisper. He
wasn’t quite sure whether it was a plea or a curse. He smiled then continued to
erotically tease and torture the now swollen bud vying for his attention.

Ausha’s legs quivered as if she’d run a
mile. She wasn’t going to be able to hold it, and yet she wasn’t quite there
enough to come. She was stuck somewhere in between and it was making her crazy
as hell.

“Please, please, pleaassseee.” The last
came out on a moan of longing. She didn’t even recognize her voice as being her
own. This person was needy, not at all how she normally was. It was as if she’d
been taken over by someone who gave a shit, who enjoyed touching and being
touched. “Doug!” It was too much and not enough. It had to end before her heart
leapt out of her chest. It pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. “I
can’t, Doug. Please. Now!”

One last flick of his tongue and then he
was gone. Ausha missed his warmth instantly and nearly begged him to come back.
She must have made some type of noise though because he touched her knee and
murmured unknown words. All she knew was they acted like a soothing balm even
though her whole body still burned bright, humming with unquenched arousal.

After what seemed like an eternity he was
back. This time instead of kneeling between her legs he crawled up her body to
lie fully atop her. He was heavy and hot and so safe she felt the need to cry
for some reason.

Emotions whirled around inside her until he
tangled a hand in her hair, breaking her focus. “We need to move up on the bed,
darlin’. Can you do that or do you need me to move you?”

She could do it herself. Needed to do it
herself. His courtesy only added to the tears threatening. She had no clue what
to do with such niceness. It definitely made it harder to keep everything
buried deep. “I can do it.”