Dakota bringing me back to the room, getting my meds, and giving me a massage. The best massage of my life. She’s strong for such a small chick. And her hands . . . my dick twitches just thinking about them.
But then everything in my memory goes dark. Lights out.
I hate to say I hope nothing happened between me and Dakota, ’cause God knows I really fucking want something to happen between us. My blood hums around her. Makes me want to fuck the sass right out of her.
But not when I can’t remember. Not when I’m not on my A-game. A feisty beauty like her deserves my best performance.
Damn, I can’t believe I blacked out. Fucking Tori and her sick-ass germs. At least I feel a hundred times better today. Only I’m not sure if I’m going to see Dakota again before we leave on tour tomorrow. I need to see her. She’s making me crazy. I don’t know if that’s good or bad yet, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t get a taste of that sugar and spice.
With a sigh, I reach over, grab my cell phone from the nightstand, and call Emmy Sue.
“This is the second fucking morning in a row you’ve called me before seven. The day of my wedding and the day after,” she accuses. “Do you know what happens after a wedding? A. Wedding. Night. I love the shit out of you, Levi, but I hope this isn’t going to be an everyday thing. I didn’t exactly get much sleep last night. I was a little busy.”
I hear Gunner in the background, yelling there was nothing little about it.
Peering over at the clock, I confirm it’s indeed ten minutes ’til seven. Fuck . It feels much later. I scrub my hand over my face, trying to rub that unnecessary visual out of my brain. Too late, my dick is already hard.
“Sorry, Emmy Sue, I didn’t realize it was so early.” I mumble my apology, feeling like a dumbass. “I just woke up and called you first thing. I wanted to say sorry for bailing last night and everything . . .” I’m not sure what else to say or how to ask about her friend.
“It’s okay, honey. You were sick.” Her tone is softer now, understanding and soothing. “I’m happy you managed to be there for as long as you were. Dakota told us you were out like a light. Your body must’ve been exhausted.”
I jackknife up to a sitting position, her name demanding my full attention. “Dakota? You saw her again after I went to bed?”
“Yeah, she came back down and partied with us. I think she was still dancing when we left. Why? What’s going on?”
“I . . . uh, I just didn’t get a chance to um . . . thank her for helping me out.” I fumble over the words, hoping she’s too sleepy to buy my bullshit lame excuse. “I guess the medicine knocked me out, and when I woke up, I was a bit off on time and shit. I’m glad she was able to go back down and hang out with you guys.”
Before Emmy Sue can reply, Gunner snatches the phone away from her and roars into the receiver, “Dipshit, it’s the morning after our wedding night. Leave us the fuck alone. I need to bang my wife again! Fucking cockblocker!”
Giggling as she gets back on the line, Emmy Sue says, “Yeah, so we’ll see you at breakfast, Levi. Ten o’clock. Downstairs, where you had brunch yesterday. Dakota will be there too, and you can apologize to her then.” Then she hangs up without waiting for a reply.
Very rarely do I feel nervous. I fly through the air on a dirt bike for a living, for fuck’s sake. My nerves are made of steel.
In my twenty-seven years, I’ve never been nervous around a girl. Not my first kiss in kindergarten. Not even the first time I had sex at thirteen. I know it sounds arrogant as fuck, but I’ve never had to work for pussy. It’s always just found me. And it’s rude to say no, right?
As I shower and get dressed to head downstairs, I can’t help but wonder at the queasy feeling in my gut. Is it because of Dakota, or can I blame it on whatever those pills were I swallowed last night? What is it about this girl
But then everything in my memory goes dark. Lights out.
I hate to say I hope nothing happened between me and Dakota, ’cause God knows I really fucking want something to happen between us. My blood hums around her. Makes me want to fuck the sass right out of her.
But not when I can’t remember. Not when I’m not on my A-game. A feisty beauty like her deserves my best performance.
Damn, I can’t believe I blacked out. Fucking Tori and her sick-ass germs. At least I feel a hundred times better today. Only I’m not sure if I’m going to see Dakota again before we leave on tour tomorrow. I need to see her. She’s making me crazy. I don’t know if that’s good or bad yet, but I wouldn’t forgive myself if I didn’t get a taste of that sugar and spice.
With a sigh, I reach over, grab my cell phone from the nightstand, and call Emmy Sue.
“This is the second fucking morning in a row you’ve called me before seven. The day of my wedding and the day after,” she accuses. “Do you know what happens after a wedding? A. Wedding. Night. I love the shit out of you, Levi, but I hope this isn’t going to be an everyday thing. I didn’t exactly get much sleep last night. I was a little busy.”
I hear Gunner in the background, yelling there was nothing little about it.
Peering over at the clock, I confirm it’s indeed ten minutes ’til seven. Fuck . It feels much later. I scrub my hand over my face, trying to rub that unnecessary visual out of my brain. Too late, my dick is already hard.
“Sorry, Emmy Sue, I didn’t realize it was so early.” I mumble my apology, feeling like a dumbass. “I just woke up and called you first thing. I wanted to say sorry for bailing last night and everything . . .” I’m not sure what else to say or how to ask about her friend.
“It’s okay, honey. You were sick.” Her tone is softer now, understanding and soothing. “I’m happy you managed to be there for as long as you were. Dakota told us you were out like a light. Your body must’ve been exhausted.”
I jackknife up to a sitting position, her name demanding my full attention. “Dakota? You saw her again after I went to bed?”
“Yeah, she came back down and partied with us. I think she was still dancing when we left. Why? What’s going on?”
“I . . . uh, I just didn’t get a chance to um . . . thank her for helping me out.” I fumble over the words, hoping she’s too sleepy to buy my bullshit lame excuse. “I guess the medicine knocked me out, and when I woke up, I was a bit off on time and shit. I’m glad she was able to go back down and hang out with you guys.”
Before Emmy Sue can reply, Gunner snatches the phone away from her and roars into the receiver, “Dipshit, it’s the morning after our wedding night. Leave us the fuck alone. I need to bang my wife again! Fucking cockblocker!”
Giggling as she gets back on the line, Emmy Sue says, “Yeah, so we’ll see you at breakfast, Levi. Ten o’clock. Downstairs, where you had brunch yesterday. Dakota will be there too, and you can apologize to her then.” Then she hangs up without waiting for a reply.
Very rarely do I feel nervous. I fly through the air on a dirt bike for a living, for fuck’s sake. My nerves are made of steel.
In my twenty-seven years, I’ve never been nervous around a girl. Not my first kiss in kindergarten. Not even the first time I had sex at thirteen. I know it sounds arrogant as fuck, but I’ve never had to work for pussy. It’s always just found me. And it’s rude to say no, right?
As I shower and get dressed to head downstairs, I can’t help but wonder at the queasy feeling in my gut. Is it because of Dakota, or can I blame it on whatever those pills were I swallowed last night? What is it about this girl
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