"Don't do that, baby girl," he growled. "Don't give him the satisfaction of you looking over there. You're better than that. You're better than him."
I didn't even have to look up or turn around to know who was talking. I knew that voice. I knew exactly who it belonged to. It had haunted my dreams for the better part of a year.
"Go away, Jim. Nobody wants you here." I groaned.
I could feel the warmth of his muscled body pressing against my back. It reminded me of the first time we made out. His chest pinning me to my own car as his mouth and tongue ravaged me.
"Are you sure?" He chuckled, moving in even closer. I had forgotten the older man had no personal space.
"Yes," I hissed. "I told you last weekend that ship sailed last year. It's not my fault you fucked up. I delivered Michelle to you on a silver platter."
I shivered as I felt his hand brush the hair away from my neck. "I didn't fuck up," he whispered harshly against my ear. "After tasting your delicious pussy all last year, I told you I wasn't interested in her anymore."
I smirked.
"I know that look," he chuckled. "I don't even have to see your face, little Feather."
"Just admit it, I'm the sex goddess of your dreams." The fact that he called me little, did not go unnoticed.
"I don't know," he said as he nuzzled my ear. "Do you still taste like gingerbread and cupcakes?"
He always had a way of doing that. Of being too close. His head was right beside mine, and I couldn't help but remember how his teeth were always so straight and white. They looked good against his tan skin and his perfectly trimmed salt and pepper beard. And let's not forget, those adorable old man crinkles by his kind, chocolate colored eyes-- have mercy. I was still disappointed that he'd let his last girlfriend talk him into trimming his shoulder length hair though.
I could feel his hand slowly gliding across my lower back, something he always did to show the entire bar you were his. Only this time it felt different. Of course his touch was rougher with that freakish strength of a man who had worked hard and played harder his whole life. But this time the fingers seemed longer-- thicker.
"Promise me one thing," he hummed against my skin. "Promise me that when he gets bored with her-- and he will get bored-- promise you won't take that manchild back."
Jim growled once again, sending shivers down my spine. I could still remember every curve of every muscle in his hard, sexy body. We had fucked so many times last year between March and June, I could have perfectly sculpted his body out of clay. Right down to every vein and fiber.
With my eyes closed.
I could feel the blush creeping up my cheeks so I turned my head away and pretended to focus on the band.
"Let's get out of here," he suggested. "Anywhere. Even your stupid dive bar, Silver Bullet."
"You hate Eminem and metalcore," I chuckled. "And mosh pits. And people my age."
He laughed at that. "You're right, it's probably past my bedtime." When I didn't say anything he pressed. "C'mon, let me buy you a drink."
"No. Every time I let you do that, I wind up going home with you," I said honestly.
"You say it like it's a bad thing."
I didn't even have to look to know he had let his big arms settle across his even bigger chest
"Besides, if you think I'm going to let you drive home now--" he paused, gesturing wildly to the numerous empty glasses in front of me, "-you're wrong."
He dug into my purse, whistled and tossed my keys to the bartender with a nod so fast, I barely registered what was happening.
"Hey!" I shrieked, but Jim cut me off. He gripped me so tightly by the waist and turned me to face him. And I mean really face him.
"You're my responsibility now."
I gasped as my eyes raked over him. The way the gray shirt clung to his chest and shoulders-- and those sleeves! They looked like they would burst open around his arms at any minute.
Was he-- bigger?
He gave me a cheeky grin as he tossed his head back and shook the hair out of his eyes. I swear he pulled a lat spread as he let his curled fists rest on his trim waist. "Like what you see, baby girl?"
My mouth opened and closed a few times. Maybe I really was too drunk to drive home. That, or my horny, muscle drunk mind was playing tricks on me. No one could pack on that much size in a week.
I needed a distraction. This wasn't me. I didn't stare or lose my cool. I was sex personified, goddamnit. And I certainly. Didn't. Simp.
I hopped up out of my chair with glee as Chronic Flannel started playing Smells Like Teen Spirit. I smiled as I looked down at Jim. He may have gotten a little broader, but he was still just as short as ever. That was all the clarity I needed. All was right in the world and I wasn't too drunk after all.
I'd wrestle the bartender for my keys later.
"Are you coming?" I smirked as I pulled Jim towards the dance floor. His little five foot seven self groaned, growled and snarled the entire way, but he went.
"You're still the only one who can get him out on the dance floor," Robbie laughed as he approached us before pulling me in for a quick hug. "What's up Feather, it's been a while."
Robbie was one of Jim's "old man friends", as I liked to call him. They both worked at the same auto body shop and could pretty much be found together every Friday and Saturday night.
"Was she even born when this song came out?" Robbie teased as he elbowed Jim. I gave them both a dazzling smile as I sang along and jumped with the crowd.
It was towards the end of the song when I felt a very hard tap on my shoulder.
"Seriously? You just can't get enough of that old man dick, can you!"
I stumbled backwards, but Jim was right there. With one arm he had pulled me against him for safety.
"Daddy," I whimpered. And fuck, did his hold ever tighten around me.
"You need to go home, son. You're drunk." I found myself fixated on the vein bulging out of his neck. His voice left no room for argument and his entire body thrummed with power.
My drunk ex looked down at the both of us. But I saw how his eyes followed the thick vein sprawling over the massive muscle in Jim's outstretched arm. Much to my surprise, he turned and tucked tail, back towards his new red headed slut. I watched them argue for a bit before they headed for the door.
"Do you think he'll come back?" I asked softly.
"Dunno," Jim replied. "But we aren't sticking around to find out."
I started to protest, but the words were caught in my throat. I gave a little squeal as I was unceremoniously lifted and tossed over one very broad shoulder.
"Wait. What the fuck? No!"
Jim stopped barreling through the crowd but didn't set me down.
"You really want me to leave you here?" He growled.
"No. Well... wait! I mean--"
But Jim had started moving again, and it was all I could do but cringe. Especially as mutual friends spotted us heading out the door.
"I knew it was only a matter of time before they got back together," Ashley elbowed her husband who then gave me a grin and a thumbs up.
"We're not together!" I called back to them. But that just didn't suffice.
Jim swung back around, "She's a stubborn little thing, isn't she?"
"And in denial!" Robbie, who had moved to where Jason and Ashley were sitting, added.
I found myself staring at asphalt, listening to his boots heavily stomp across the parking lot. He swung open the passenger side door and then uprighted me inside. Not a word was spoken as he buckled me in.
It was a three minute drive to his house and ten seconds in he was grabbing for my hand. I surprised myself when I didn't pull away but instead inner laced my slim fingers with his calloused ones.
"I can take you home," he offered. "If you don't want to go back to my place."
I smirked and rolled my eyes. "And say no to a chance at seeing your cute little ass in that silk robe? I don't think so."
He lifted my hand and brought it up to his lips. "I was hoping you'd say that."
We rode the rest of the way in silence and soon enough we turned down the familiar road. My heart started racing a mile a minute. It was slightly intimidating afterall. I was confident for the most part, but he was so much older and experienced. Seasoned, as he preferred.
"Nervous?" He chuckled. He had cut the engine to his truck and backed into the garage. I watched the door close before forcing a smile.
"Nope."
"Liar."
"Whatever!" I hollered after him as he got out and slammed the driver's side door. "Why would I be?" I continued as I followed him into his kitchen before leaving my shoes at the door. "It should be you that's nervous. I mean, you've never actually even made me cum," I taunted.
"That's true," he said as he spun around to face me. "But that's only because you're a stubborn little brat."
"Am not! I just know what I like."
