Page 50 of Hers to Tame
“I know, because you’re putting on something else under that.” He isn’t going to budge, so I stomp over to my dresser. He shoots down the first two pairs of panties I pull out before agreeing to a pair of black cheeky lace ones.
“You’re such a Neanderthal,” I snark, adding a pair of wedge boots and my jean jacket before following him to the door.
“Yep, I was thinking more ‘me Tarzan, you Jane,’ but whatever works,” he agrees, throwing on his leather jacket, topping off his look perfectly. I roll my eyes at him, but he just gives me that shit-eating grin of his. From my house, it takes about twenty minutes to reach downtown. The bar isn’t in the tourist area, but down one of the back streets which is a good omen.
“About time. We figured Colin had found some reason to blow us off,” Lily greets us when we come through the door. She is carrying two pitchers of beer with Matt trailing behind her. “It’s pretty full tonight, but we managed to find a table near the back. Come on,” she says, motioning with her head. We follow her through the bar until we spot the rest of our friends.
“They’ll just let anyone in here won’t they?” Grayson says as we walk up. He stands to shake Colin’s hand. “Look who happens to be in town. Just like a bad penny.” Colin shakes Claire’s boyfriend, Alex’s hand before moving on to Marcus and Matt.
“You need to watch those two, Alex,” Marcus says, winking at Colin. “They’ve done hard time with some nasty gangbangers. Especially Mr. Juvenile Delinquent here,” he says, pointing to Matt. He reaches out for a high-five from Grayson.
“Hasnae everyone?” Alex asks in his perfect rolling Scottish accent before grinning. Yeah, he’ll be just fine holding his own with these guys. When Colin reaches the last empty chair, he sits down, pulling me onto his lap.
I can’t stop grinning, looking around the table. It’s hard to believe that five college friends could have morphed into this happy group of ten. We visit for a few minutes before Colin stands up. Taking me by the hand, he heads toward the dance floor.
The music here is amazing. It’s a blues-rock combination that makes you want to sway your hips. That’s exactly what I do when Colin pulls me to him. I don’t know why we don’t dance more often since he’s like dancing with a hot, flaming piece of sex. I can’t think of any other way to describe how he moves around me, his hands slipping down to rest on my hips. Before the point where I make the questionable decision to drag him to the alley for a quickie against the wall, he leans down to whisper in my ear.
“It’s probably about my turn to buy. Are you ready to head back to the table?” No! I’m not ready! I look longingly toward the back door as we head back to the table. “Hey, I’ve got the next round. Should we up this to shots? Izzy, what would you like?” I follow him to the bar to help with our order. The bartender comes over immediately, which surprises us both.
“Aren’t you the guy that kicked the shit out of Professor Marx? Colin Rhett, right?” He holds his hand out to Colin who shakes it cautiously. “That guy made a play at my girlfriend last year. Next time, you come get me. I’ll help that redheaded guy block the cops.” They nod at each other before he adds, “You’re also the couple that did the shots at my buddy’s bar in KC, right? You have to repeat that here, man. That was hot.” He stands, waiting for an answer.
“I tell you what. You send a round on the house to that table, we’ll do your shots. Seven tequilas and one Sprite. The good stuff too, not that yellow crap,” Colin tells him vaguely pointing at the shelf. How did people down here even find out about that? I do one spontaneous thing in my life and it’s an instant viral sensation.
The bartender grabs the Patrón off the shelf filling a tray of shot glasses before sending it to our table. Then he jumps up on the bar to announce us to a massive round of cheers.
“Apparently we’re celebrities and didn’t know it,” Colin says with a wink as he wraps his hands around my waist, setting me up on the bar. “Try to keep that dress down, okay?”
I look around while the bartender is lining up the first shot, noticing our friends, minus Alex who’s holding the table, have all crowded around the bar cheering. I grin at them which brings on a round of catcalls. Raising my hands, I do a little shimmy for them before laying down on the bar.
The crowd starts a countdown as Colin licks my upper thigh to help the salt stick to it. When the number hits one, I feel Colin run his tongue up my thigh before downing the shot and crashing his mouth against mine, hunting for the lime.
A huge cheer goes up from the crowd before they start the countdown again. This time Colin licks over the top of my breasts before grabbing the tequila glass between his teeth. The third shot has the salt trickled down my neck again.
“Try to remember to turn your head this time,” Colin yells. I shake my head right before his tongue traces a path over my jugular. The crowd goes wild. I start to sit up but the bartender stops me.
“Other bars might stop at three body shots, but here we have the infamous whiskey shot.” When the crowd goes wild the bartender adds, “The only rules are that you can’t use your hands or spill the whiskey.” He turns to Colin. “Good luck, man. Don’t fall off the bar.” He sets a shot of whiskey between my teeth while Colin studies the situation. My friends are yelling suggestions at him.
“Remember when I made you change your panties?” I nod my head, careful not to spill the whiskey. “You’re about to be really glad I did.” He climbs up on the bar to the cheers of the crowd. Settling on his knees between my thighs, he leans over to me. “When I grab the whiskey, wrap your legs around me and hold on to your end of the glass.” I nod again slowly.
He sits back, pulling my thighs on top of his slightly before waving to the crowd to start the countdown. When they hit one, he bends over on top of me taking the other end of the shot glass in his mouth. I coil my legs around him right before he slides his hands under my back.
With one motion, his stomach muscles clench as he lifts me up. Leaning back on his knees he nods for me to release the glass. He drinks the whiskey before handing the glass to the bartender. The noise that erupts around us is deafening.
I’m sitting on Colin’s thighs, my legs wrapped around him and my dress pushed up almost to my hips. It’s probably not the look a private school English teacher should aspire to. Grinning, he looks back at me before pulling me into a kiss. My lips automatically open to him as he possesses me. It’s not a long kiss, but it makes me shiver at its intensity.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the bartender announces, “that’s how you do a shot!”
Colin hands me to Matt and Marcus who help me down from the bar. He hops down to a multitude of slaps on the back. I laugh when Colin looks at me, his blue eyes bright. He catches my hand, pulling me into his arms.
There are people flocking around us, but they might as well be a million miles away. All I need is to be right here, in Colin’s arms. We return to the table where shots start showing up from people all over the bar.
“You’re welcome,” Colin says to our friends. “I just showed every man in this place my girlfriend’s ass, but we should be able to drink for free the rest of the night.” They toast us with their free drinks as I laugh. Sitting down, he pulls me back on his lap. He looks around the table.
“I don’t know if I can even drink this much. Maggie’s ass is that fantastic,” he adds. This time they all toast to my ass. I think we are on a quick road to being drunk.
“I think we need to dance. Come on ladies, let’s go put on a show,” Dia announces before we all jump up.
“I’m going to need to see some good old girl-on-girl grinding. Except for you Lily, that’s just weird.” Lily flips Colin off before taking Izzy’s hand, pulling her up from her chair.
