laughed at his logic. "Then by God, let's go to Sin ."
...
"Let's go" turned out to be famous last words.
"Is that…is that Zack Bradford. Holy shit, it is!" I told Joe with a punch to his shoulder. The two of us were sitting at the bar, and I was drinking like a fish tonight since I could cab it home.
"No way," he said, shaking his head in disagreement before taking a swig of beer. "What the fuck would the Wildcats starting quarterback, the best quarterback in the entire league, be doing in Greensboro on a Wednesday night?" Joe responded, before turning around to look for himself. "Holy fuck, that is him!" he exclaimed.
"Told you!" I laughed.
Women (and even a few men) were falling all over themselves to get to the huge, famous man, but he was undeterred. He headed straight towards a blonde on the dance floor. Not just any blonde, but one with long, strawberry tinted golden hair…
"Wait. Is that Lacy?" Joe asked. "Zack Bradford just kissed Lacy!"
Then it hit me. She said her ex's name was Zack, and I heard her tell Jess I was his opposite. You couldn't get any more opposite than me and football God Zack Bradford. "Fuck. That's her ex."
"No way! Her and Zack motherfucking Bradford dated? But they don't look like exes. My exes don't let me kiss them like that."
"That's real helpful," I told him with a glare.
"Hey, you know what you need to do - make her jealous."
I laughed even though my gut was twisting. "Right. Lacy's the hottest woman in here and she's with a fucking NFL quarterback. How the hell am I supposed to make her jealous?"
"If she's the hottest woman here, and she wanted you, then you shouldn't have a problem snagging another hot woman. And Jess said she heard that the two of you had mind blowing sex! If that's true, which I still find very hard to believe, then Lacy will be jealous to think another woman is going home with you tonight to be the recipient of those…skills."
"You are so full of shit."
"Hey, my argument is sound. If I'm right, you owe me a beer. If I'm wrong I'll buy you one."
"Deal," I agreed.
"Look, there seems to be trouble in paradise," Joe said, nodding towards the couple.
Lacy didn't look happy, now that he mentioned it. Her face was turned away from the quarterback and her mouth was set in a hard line, while her palms pushed flat against his huge chest.
"It's on. Who seems a willing participant?" I asked, looking around the bar.
"Her. The brunette at the end of the bar," he nodded in her direction. "She's on her third drink in like two minutes, so she's probably down for anything."
The woman was pretty, not Lacy gorgeous, but pretty.
"Wish me luck," I said, then made my way toward the end of the bar. If nothing else the location would make me more visible to Lacy.
"Hey, how's it going?" I asked the woman as I leaned against the bar. She smiled up at me, which was a good sign.
"Better now,” she giggled. “I'm Jasmine."
"Will."
"Will what?"
"No, that's my name, Will."
"Oh!" she laughed, clearly tipsy. "Well Will, will you dance with me?" she asked, then laughed hysterically again. Normally I wouldn't attempt dancing, but tonight, all bets were off. I'd had enough liquid courage that I'd try anything right about now.
"Sure. Let's go," I said, grabbing her hand to lead her to the dance floor. We didn't even dance a full minute before she launched herself at me, her tongue prodding my mouth while both her hands held my head in place. I thought I was going to suffocate before she came up for air. Jesus . Joe was right. At this rate she'd have my dick out and be riding it in no time. Not that I cared. The only thing I was worried about was whether or not Lacy had noticed, and if she cared.
When I glanced around I saw Lacy talking to Joe, and quickly looked away. What was her name? Oh yeah, Jasmine was covering my mouth again until I had to pull away to breathe. Looking back over I wasn't sure if I should flag down Joe to save me or keep at it. He gave me a
...
"Let's go" turned out to be famous last words.
"Is that…is that Zack Bradford. Holy shit, it is!" I told Joe with a punch to his shoulder. The two of us were sitting at the bar, and I was drinking like a fish tonight since I could cab it home.
"No way," he said, shaking his head in disagreement before taking a swig of beer. "What the fuck would the Wildcats starting quarterback, the best quarterback in the entire league, be doing in Greensboro on a Wednesday night?" Joe responded, before turning around to look for himself. "Holy fuck, that is him!" he exclaimed.
"Told you!" I laughed.
Women (and even a few men) were falling all over themselves to get to the huge, famous man, but he was undeterred. He headed straight towards a blonde on the dance floor. Not just any blonde, but one with long, strawberry tinted golden hair…
"Wait. Is that Lacy?" Joe asked. "Zack Bradford just kissed Lacy!"
Then it hit me. She said her ex's name was Zack, and I heard her tell Jess I was his opposite. You couldn't get any more opposite than me and football God Zack Bradford. "Fuck. That's her ex."
"No way! Her and Zack motherfucking Bradford dated? But they don't look like exes. My exes don't let me kiss them like that."
"That's real helpful," I told him with a glare.
"Hey, you know what you need to do - make her jealous."
I laughed even though my gut was twisting. "Right. Lacy's the hottest woman in here and she's with a fucking NFL quarterback. How the hell am I supposed to make her jealous?"
"If she's the hottest woman here, and she wanted you, then you shouldn't have a problem snagging another hot woman. And Jess said she heard that the two of you had mind blowing sex! If that's true, which I still find very hard to believe, then Lacy will be jealous to think another woman is going home with you tonight to be the recipient of those…skills."
"You are so full of shit."
"Hey, my argument is sound. If I'm right, you owe me a beer. If I'm wrong I'll buy you one."
"Deal," I agreed.
"Look, there seems to be trouble in paradise," Joe said, nodding towards the couple.
Lacy didn't look happy, now that he mentioned it. Her face was turned away from the quarterback and her mouth was set in a hard line, while her palms pushed flat against his huge chest.
"It's on. Who seems a willing participant?" I asked, looking around the bar.
"Her. The brunette at the end of the bar," he nodded in her direction. "She's on her third drink in like two minutes, so she's probably down for anything."
The woman was pretty, not Lacy gorgeous, but pretty.
"Wish me luck," I said, then made my way toward the end of the bar. If nothing else the location would make me more visible to Lacy.
"Hey, how's it going?" I asked the woman as I leaned against the bar. She smiled up at me, which was a good sign.
"Better now,” she giggled. “I'm Jasmine."
"Will."
"Will what?"
"No, that's my name, Will."
"Oh!" she laughed, clearly tipsy. "Well Will, will you dance with me?" she asked, then laughed hysterically again. Normally I wouldn't attempt dancing, but tonight, all bets were off. I'd had enough liquid courage that I'd try anything right about now.
"Sure. Let's go," I said, grabbing her hand to lead her to the dance floor. We didn't even dance a full minute before she launched herself at me, her tongue prodding my mouth while both her hands held my head in place. I thought I was going to suffocate before she came up for air. Jesus . Joe was right. At this rate she'd have my dick out and be riding it in no time. Not that I cared. The only thing I was worried about was whether or not Lacy had noticed, and if she cared.
When I glanced around I saw Lacy talking to Joe, and quickly looked away. What was her name? Oh yeah, Jasmine was covering my mouth again until I had to pull away to breathe. Looking back over I wasn't sure if I should flag down Joe to save me or keep at it. He gave me a
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