Page 14 of Mountain Daddy
Her gaze darts to my empty glass, and I swear I see disappointment cross her features.
I glance at my glass too, wondering if she wanted to watch me the way I watched her.
Guess we’ll have to order another round.
We set our glasses down at the same time.
“Are we drinking to celebrate or drinking to forget?” Halfway through my question, the music turns up.
Kendra furrows her brow adorably. “Sorry, what?”
We literally never change the volume of the music in here.
Jessie is getting a raise.
Kendra bites her lip as she glances up at the speakers in the ceiling.
Then she slides her beer toward me. She grips the edge of the bar, steps on the brass footrail running the length of it, and slides over onto what has been the empty seat between us.
Jessie is immediately getting a raise.
Already facing her, I reach down and grip the seat of her stool.
My thumb slides between her jean-clad ass cheek and the wooden seat.
I’m not copping a feel.
I’m pulling her closer.
She doesn’t protest. And I don’t stop until my knees are touching the outside of her thigh.
It’s unnecessary.
She could’ve heard me from where she was. But I’m old. And she doesn’t need to know my hearing is fine.
I release my grip but rest my arm on the back of my seat. “I was asking if we’re drinking to celebrate or… the opposite of celebrating.”
Kendra tries to turn toward me. But my legs are in the way.
I’m about to move back, but then one of her hands lands on my knee—the knee closest to the bar, the one blocking her from turning.
Her touch feels like a live wire.
She applies pressure, pushing my knee toward the bar. “Just move for a second.”
I follow her direction and spread my legs.
I’m not so hard I’m tenting my jeans, but I’m notnothard.
When I’ve made enough space, Kendra twists to face me, putting her knees between mine.
This girl is bold.
And I fucking love it.
So I’ll be bold back.
I close my knees around hers, and I can almost hear her quick little inhale at the contact.
