Page 23 of Heat Wave
“That’s horseshit, Lucy. Oakley isn’t that kind of person, and Waylon doesn’t do anything he doesn’t want to do, and he wants to do Oakley.” Not helping, Terry. “You saw them out there dancing.”
“I think people are believing it because…well, Waylon is a ten and you…aren’t really on the same level as him. At least that’s what Tommy said.”
The words just keep repeating in my brain over and over again, and suddenly, I’m pissed. I turn around and start walking over to where Waylon is standing with his friends. Tommy is on the other side of a long table.
“You guys can’t do shit to me. All of you are fucking goodie-two-shoes. You can’t touch me.”
I walk around the table without anyone noticing since most of the bar is paying more attention to the men’s standoff. By thetime I am standing right beside Tommy, my temper -very hard to find most days but very hot when you find it- boils over.
“What do you want? A second chance to be my girl now that you’ve found out I can do it better.”
I rear back and with every ounce of power I can find in my body, I let my fist fly. The bar goes dead quiet, and Tommy falls back almost in slow motion.
“You can’t find your penis, how did you expect me to?”
“You bitch!”
His friends start coming at me, but Terry is right beside me, knocking one of them on their ass beside Tommy. And then the whole bar is in it.
I hear a ‘shit’ growled out beside me before I am flipped upside down over my favorite shoulder.
“Waylon!” Landry calls out while grabbing Terry around the waist to keep her from kicking the shit out of one of the guys on the floor.
“Yeah, I know! I’ve got her, Landry.”
“Waylon, put me down!”
I get a smack to my ass cheek, causing me to squeal. My hands land on his ass, and I can’t help but give it a little squeeze.
“You have a really nice ass, Waylon.” Oh, God! Why did I say that? What the hell?
“Terry?” I try to raise up to look for her.
“I got Terry, Oakley. You two go on!”
Waylon turns to look at where Landry is. He has Terry wrapped in his arms. She wiggles, but Landry isn’t letting her go.
“You sure, man?”
“Yeah, go!” He starts for the room in the back where his office is. Waylon heads to the door, and then everything is silent and dark.
“Are you drunk again, baby?”
“I don’t think so…yeah, maybe. Terry kept shoving those pinkish-purple drinks at me. How did she even get them when she’s not old enough to drink? Are you going to arrest me?”
He lets me slide all the way down his body. Normally, I would worry about my dress being bunched up, but he’s so warm and so…hard. Is that his…?
“No, baby, I’m not going to arrest you, but I might use my handcuffs.”
“Oh! That sounds like fun! Kinky fun!”
“Yeah, you are drunk. In the car now, sweetheart.”
“But what if I want you to use your cuffs and press me up against the car? What if I want you to do an anal search?”
His brows go up, and I have to go back over my words. I realize I said something wrong, but I can’t figure out what it was.
“You mean… A cavity search?”
