"I told you, I’m not fragile. I’m impressed, more than anything." Smiling, I make my way over to her, handing her a fresh pint of beer.
"You know," she says after taking a sip, leaning her back against the wall. "I may be tiny, but I’m not fragile either." She nibbles at her bottom lip. I slowly close the gap between us, resting my arm on the wall behind her.
"Oh, yeah?" I whisper as my head dips so low, my lips graze against her ear.
"Why don’t I take you upstairs and show you?" She intertwines our fingers, and I follow her without a second thought, both of us placing our fresh beers on the nearest table.
Letting her lead the way behind the bar, she drags us toward the stairs that lead up to her office, but not before an eerily familiar voice stops me in my tracks, body tensing.
A voice I haven’t heard since high school. It’s slightly deeper than it used to be, but I would recognize it anywhere.
"Are you sure you want to go up there with him?" he says, and I roll my eyes as I turn to face him.
"I see you’re still not over your obsession with me, Anderson." I’m only half joking, but I know just the right thing to say to get under his skin. His laugh is loud and obnoxious. I’ve struck a nerve.
Good.
"I’m living the life you wanted, remember? I got the girl. I got the superstar dad," he reminds me, like I could forget. But inhigh school, he made it impossible. He always liked to remind me that my father abandoned me and that his dad not only stuck around, but he just happened to be my sporting hero, too.
The icing on the cake was when he hooked up with the first girl I’d ever been in love with. Actually, the only girl, still, to this day. But to me, it wasn’t enough to lose our friendship. I would eventually get over losing her (I hope. Still waiting on that to happen), but he and I had been best friends all my life, so that loss hit me hard.
Bros before hoes, right?
Wrong.
He reminded me every chance he got that she was on his arm, and that his dad was in the stands watchinghimplay and mine was nowhere to be seen. 'Where’s your daddy, Wingrove?'he would mock me, trying to make me lose focus as if we were on opposing teams, but it never worked.
I was too determined, and that aggravated him even more.
"Are you following me, Austin?" I ask, frustrated that he’s trying to ruin my week of celebration, delaying the fact that I’m about to get laid for the first time in nine months.
"You wish." He scoffs, inching closer, his nose a hairline away from mine. "Enjoy the high you’re on,superstar.It won’t last," he whispers in my ear, shoving his way past me to head back to his group of friends.
"Are we heading up?" the blonde asks, and I realize I never found out her name.
Nodding, she grabs my hand again, leading me up the stairs and I follow behind her, even more desperate for the distraction.
I don’t bother to take in my surroundings, and she seems more than happy with it as I scoop her tiny body up with ease, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I’m not a selfish lover under typical circumstances. If we had come up here without the interruption of Austin, I would haveworshiped every inch of her body before fucking her like both of our lives depended on it. Maybe in a different universe, I would've gotten her name and taken my time with her. Right now, though, I just want to chase that release and hope she doesn’t mind.
Her mouth slams down on mine, and I stop her before it gets too intimate. I don’t want her to get the wrong idea. I don’t want her to think that this is more than it is.
A one-night stand.
No strings attached.
She rips my t-shirt over my head and I’m thankful she’s wearing a short, denim skirt that I can slide up and a white, spaghetti strap singlet that I easily pull down to reveal her tits, as it bunches with her skirt around her waist. Pulling a condom out of my back pocket, she unbuttons my jeans, reaching for my already-hard cock before I slide the condom down the length of my shaft.
Her eyes widen as she sees my size, and I wear a shit-eating grin across my face. "Are you sure you’re not fragile, Blondie?"
I don’t want to hurt her, so I ask to be sure. I may be arrogant, but I’m not an asshole. Taking one last glance down, she nods frantically, and that’s all the permission I need before I finally slide inside of her.
I’m feeling selfish tonight and fuck, she feels so good wrapped around my cock, but I’m not selfish enough to be the only one who comes. Lucky for her, I know my way around a woman’s body and know how to get them off quickly.
"Yes, right there," she moans into my ear as I pound hard inside her. Screaming out in pleasure, she begs me to fuck her harder, shaking the pictures that hang on the wall behind her. "Oh fuck, I’m going to come," she says and a heartbeat later, I feel her pussy pulse around me as I fill the condom, coming at the same time as her.
Leaning my head against the wall to catch my breath, I slowly slide out of her, placing both of her feet firmly back onto the ground before I head toward the bathroom in her office.
