"What are you talking about? I'm not being mean to you." I spit at him and prove his point.
His eyebrow lifts right before his million-dollar smile melts my panties away, and the combination sends me backpedaling against the truck, needing space between us.
"What do you call this, then?" He wags his finger, indicating my retreat is 'mean.'
I blush beet red. "I…. I…." I stammer, avoiding his teasing smile. I reach for the bottle in his other hand. "I need another shot of courage."
"Oh, courage is what you need. Why?" His knowing smirk is killing me, but he holds the bottle out without closing the distance. "Just remember, we're in the same boat and on the same team."
I lift the bottle to my lips and mutter right before I chug it. "And in the same house and in the same bed."
He chuckles, "Drink up if that's why you need courage."
Oh. Dear. God!
The way his pecs jumped when he said that makes me whip around entirely too fast to turn my back on his sexy ass and suck way too much alcohol out of the bottle and into my mouth. Swallowing two huge gulps to keep from choking, the blaze of fire lights in my throat when I come up for air. And I double over to catch my breath, coughing out any liquid that didn't go down.
My head spins, so I reach out to brace against the side of the truck to get my bearings.
Blaze gently puts his hand on the small of my back and asks, "Summertime? Are you okay?"
I blurt out, "OH, JUST FUCK ME!"
Blaze
Damn! The booze has hit me too, but ... I didn't drink nearly as much, and I weigh twice as much. I'm tipsy, but she's got to be wasted!
"Bree…" I stutter, shocked, and she interrupts me.
"Blaze, don't make me think about it. Just do it."
I stare at her ass poked out. Her red mini skirt barely shading her pussy. Her thin white shirt with her tits trying to fall out of her bra. Her ponytail begging me to pull it.
God, I want to fuck her so bad.
I shove my shorts off my cock to my knees, intending to do just that. But at the last second, I stave off my bad-boy baseball impulse and stop an inch from her ass.
This is Breezy. Not some baseball fan whore.
I snatch my shorts back up, then ease her against my hips and lean over her, reaching around to remove the bottle of booze gently from her hand.
"Easy there, Breezy. You've had enough courage for tonight." I speak softly so she won't fight me.
"Blaze…." She whispers, letting the bottle leave her grasp. "Don't let me go."
"I got you," I tell her as I set the bottle on the ground out of harm's way. "Don't worry. I'm not going to let you fall."
"No," she whimpers, hanging her head. "Don't let me go. Fuck me now."
My breath locks, and my heart stops beating.
"Please, just do me now." Her voice is husky and thick.
I stand up, stunned.
Is she a horny drunk who just needs a dick when she's buzzed?
"No, Babe, you're drunk." I refuse her.
