The woman’s head turns toward me, a smile gracing her full lips as she looks me up and down. “Sure.” She puts out her hand. “Tara.”
“James,” I reply as I push myself away from the wall and place my hand in hers. I lock eyes with her, and for just a second, she reminds me of someone, but I brush the thought away.
Hitting the basement level, I gesture for Tara to go first and follow behind her as the doors open, placing a hand on her lower back. I direct her to my car—a gunmetal gray Dodge Challenger—and open the passenger door. She gracefully slides in, and I close the door behind her.
Jogging round the front of the car, I get behind the wheel, start the engine, and make the short drive to a bar downtown.
Chapter Five
JAMES
Fuck my life, I’m so bored.
The minute we walked into Danny’s bar, you could tell this woman wasn’t impressed. Her nose turned up at the, what I would call, a pretty ordinary bar, asking to go somewhere else. Why I didn’t turn around and leave, I have no idea; apparently, I’m a glutton for punishment. I’ve never been the type of guy to dine at fancy restaurants. I’m a down-to-earth guy who loves my creature comforts, and Danny’s is one of those places.
Once we were seated and ordered, Tara seemed to chill out a bit, but my god,she won’t stop talking. I’ve had her whole life’s story from beginning to end in the space of an hour, and fifty-nine of those minutes I’ve been thinking of an excuse to leave. I feel like the world’s biggest asshole, and to be fair, I probably am, but Christ, a guy can only take so much before enough is enough.
I wonder if I shove my cock down her throat far enough, she’ll stop, or if she’ll keep going?
I kinda wanna find out, but at the same time I don’t. She’s been making sly comments and using any excuse to brush up against me while we’ve been here, so I think she’d be a safe bet, but honestly, this is fucking torture. Her shrill voice is really starting to irritate the shit out of me, and I rub my temples to ease the headache that’s beginning to form.
Just as I’m thinking about getting the hell out of here, Tara leans across the table, places a hand on my arm, and leans in to whisper, “Wanna get out of here?”
The smell of her perfume starts to make me feel nauseous, but the overriding want to get my dick sucked wins—I’m an asshole. Sue me.
I nod my head, and she jumps out of her chair, excitement clear on her face as I give a small smile in return. I say smile, it’s more of a grimace.
We drive back to mine and fall through the door. When I say fall through, I meanfallthrough—Tara practically tackles me in her haste to get her hands on me—groping everywhere. I’m about two seconds away from kicking her out, dick be damned.
I put my hands on her arms to hold her in place, the smile on her lips is kinda creepy looking as she runs a finger up my chest. Tara launches herself forward, trying to capture my lips, but I turn my head at the last second, not wanting her lips on mine.
Removing myself from her grip, I walk into the living room and head to the bar with Tara hot on my heels. I can see her looking around with dollar signs in her eyes. After so many years of people using you to get your money, you kinda get a sixth sense for people who are genuine and people who aren’t—she isn’t.
Tara comes up behind me and starts rubbing my shoulders. Her touch causes me to involuntarily shudder, and not in a good way.
Having had enough, I turn around and bring my hand up, grabbing a fistful of her hair. “Be a good girl and suck my dick,” I demand.
I let her hair go and she immediately drops to her knees, fumbling with my belt buckle. Her enthusiasm should be praised, but I feel nothing.
She pulls my dick free from my slacks, but I’m still soft, not even the slightest bit interested in what’s happening. Tara tries working me with her hand, but it’s not working. I throw my head back and stare at the ceiling, willing something,anythingto happen.
Fuck!
Bringing my head forward, I glance down, ready to put my dick away when I see the back of her head, and that’s when it comes crashing into me who she reminds me of—Raven. Blood rushes to my dick, and I groan.
Oh shit.No, no, no, no, no.
Thinking of anything other than Raven and my dick starts to deflate. I can’t let Tara suck me off to thoughts of Raven… can I?
Yes. No! Maybe?
Guilt churns through me, but what no one knows can’t hurt, right?
Closing my eyes, I think back to the night of Raven’s party, of her in the silky white dress that made her pale skin glow. The way her green eyes brightened and the soft smile that pulled at her lips as soon as she saw me.
I finally open my eyes, and I watch as Tara gets an excited gleam in her eyes that I’m finally hard. Unfortunately for her, though, she’s not who my body’s reacting to. She engulfs my dick with her mouth, making these weird noises in the back of her throat, almost like a feral cat, and begins to bob her head up and down.
My mind wanders to another redhead, one I shouldn’t crave, but do anyway. I think of Raven on her knees in front of me, of her pouty pink lips wrapped around my cock as she chokes on it. My dick jerks at the vision, and my hips shift forward, causing Tara to gag and moan.
