I hoped I was reading him right. Why was he grinning like that? Shit .
“What?” I asked.
He pulled on his lip ring and shook his head, his eyes wrinkling in the corners. “God, you’re cute.” He latched an arm around my neck, and started walking.
“I’m not cute,” I said, incensed. However, in my head I was Rudolph leaping around yelling; I’m cute, I’m cute!
“You’re damn cute when you’re flustered.” He took another swallow from the bottle, and I grabbed it, following suit.
Even though I was flirting rather boldly right now, I felt without some help my courage might suddenly flee, leaving me squealing and running for the sanctuary of my trailer.
Zane stiffened, letting loose of my neck as he stepped away from me. He glanced towards Chuck’s trailer and the well-attended bonfire.
“I take it you don’t want to head down there?” I hadn’t even considered being seen, but Zane seemed to be on his toes.
“No. Neither do you.”
I rolled my eyes. “It wouldn’t be the first time they bashed me.” I took another drink, and handed the bottle back to Zane.
“They’re not bashing you specifically.”
“Mm.” I noticed the fierce look in his eyes. “Or you specifically?”
He sneered. “Precisely.” Another long shot traveled down his throat.
We wandered around, the easy banter coming back while Zane’s hand crammed into his coat pocket, and remained there. I wasn’t really shocked to discover I missed his arm around my shoulders. That was just another confused part of me finally finding purchase.
Zane thought it was the coolest thing when one of the bulls rubbed his big head against his hand. I didn’t have the heart to tell him most bucking bulls loved a good scratch. I didn’t really want Zane to think he could climb into the pens with them either, so I kept my mouth shut and acted amazed.
By the time we reached the bottom of the bottle we weren’t drunk, but we were louder. Zane pulled out a flask.
“How many pockets does that coat have?”
“Um, four?” He held up his arms, grinning wickedly. “You want to check?”
“You’re just trying to get me close so you can take advantage.”
“I already told you I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“That’s not exactly what you said. But, um, did you mean ever, or just tonight?”
“My shits kinda fucked up.” He scrunched his face up. “Wait. That doesn’t sound right. My heads still fucked up.” He took a swig from the flask, licked his lips, then gave me a serious appraisal. “I think just tonight.” He passed me the flask, and I squinted into the tiny opening, trying to ignore the light feeling that just swooshed through me.
“What is it?”
“Brandy. It’s the only thing Merrill drinks. Sandy has him so pussy-whipped. You know he grew up in Boston just like my mom.”
“Aren’t they brother and sister?” I sniffed the brandy. It smelled sweet, and irritated my nose a little.
Zane sputtered, and bent over laughing. “Duh, I forgot.” He straightened, letting out a noisy sigh, and pointed at me. “Just drink it. It makes you warm all over.”
“You make me warm all over.” I leered at him. Ooo, maybe a little drunk .
I stared, entranced, as his tongue shot out, and ran deliberately across his lips before he busted up laughing again. I snickered as I tipped the flask up. The liquid burned across my tongue and all the way down my throat, lighting my belly on fire. I made a face and shivered. I think whiskey set with me better. Zane downed the rest then lit a cigarette.
He smoked as we weaved our way among the trailers until we stumbled upon mine. I couldn’t find the right key in the dark, and after trying three, Zane reached out and pulled the latch. The door opened. I giggled. I must have forgotten to lock it, oops .
I wrestled what I saw was the truck key from the lock as Zane climbed the two steps. I’d never really looked at his rear before, but it was impossible not to when it was
“What?” I asked.
He pulled on his lip ring and shook his head, his eyes wrinkling in the corners. “God, you’re cute.” He latched an arm around my neck, and started walking.
“I’m not cute,” I said, incensed. However, in my head I was Rudolph leaping around yelling; I’m cute, I’m cute!
“You’re damn cute when you’re flustered.” He took another swallow from the bottle, and I grabbed it, following suit.
Even though I was flirting rather boldly right now, I felt without some help my courage might suddenly flee, leaving me squealing and running for the sanctuary of my trailer.
Zane stiffened, letting loose of my neck as he stepped away from me. He glanced towards Chuck’s trailer and the well-attended bonfire.
“I take it you don’t want to head down there?” I hadn’t even considered being seen, but Zane seemed to be on his toes.
“No. Neither do you.”
I rolled my eyes. “It wouldn’t be the first time they bashed me.” I took another drink, and handed the bottle back to Zane.
“They’re not bashing you specifically.”
“Mm.” I noticed the fierce look in his eyes. “Or you specifically?”
He sneered. “Precisely.” Another long shot traveled down his throat.
We wandered around, the easy banter coming back while Zane’s hand crammed into his coat pocket, and remained there. I wasn’t really shocked to discover I missed his arm around my shoulders. That was just another confused part of me finally finding purchase.
Zane thought it was the coolest thing when one of the bulls rubbed his big head against his hand. I didn’t have the heart to tell him most bucking bulls loved a good scratch. I didn’t really want Zane to think he could climb into the pens with them either, so I kept my mouth shut and acted amazed.
By the time we reached the bottom of the bottle we weren’t drunk, but we were louder. Zane pulled out a flask.
“How many pockets does that coat have?”
“Um, four?” He held up his arms, grinning wickedly. “You want to check?”
“You’re just trying to get me close so you can take advantage.”
“I already told you I don’t want to sleep with you.”
“That’s not exactly what you said. But, um, did you mean ever, or just tonight?”
“My shits kinda fucked up.” He scrunched his face up. “Wait. That doesn’t sound right. My heads still fucked up.” He took a swig from the flask, licked his lips, then gave me a serious appraisal. “I think just tonight.” He passed me the flask, and I squinted into the tiny opening, trying to ignore the light feeling that just swooshed through me.
“What is it?”
“Brandy. It’s the only thing Merrill drinks. Sandy has him so pussy-whipped. You know he grew up in Boston just like my mom.”
“Aren’t they brother and sister?” I sniffed the brandy. It smelled sweet, and irritated my nose a little.
Zane sputtered, and bent over laughing. “Duh, I forgot.” He straightened, letting out a noisy sigh, and pointed at me. “Just drink it. It makes you warm all over.”
“You make me warm all over.” I leered at him. Ooo, maybe a little drunk .
I stared, entranced, as his tongue shot out, and ran deliberately across his lips before he busted up laughing again. I snickered as I tipped the flask up. The liquid burned across my tongue and all the way down my throat, lighting my belly on fire. I made a face and shivered. I think whiskey set with me better. Zane downed the rest then lit a cigarette.
He smoked as we weaved our way among the trailers until we stumbled upon mine. I couldn’t find the right key in the dark, and after trying three, Zane reached out and pulled the latch. The door opened. I giggled. I must have forgotten to lock it, oops .
I wrestled what I saw was the truck key from the lock as Zane climbed the two steps. I’d never really looked at his rear before, but it was impossible not to when it was
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