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“Roane can’t take his eyes off you,” Pam whispers in my ear and slaps my ass. I let out a yelp winning me the attention of half the clubhouse.
“Ow. What was that for?”
“Nothing. Listen, if you want to hook up with someone here tonight. You can’t go wrong with Roane. He’s been burned in the past by his ex, so he’s not looking for anything but some fun. I’m just saying and before you get all I’m not fucking anyone on me. Hear me out. You dated loser Sam and you said yourself the sex was awful. I’m here a lot and I hear things ya know and well let’s just say the girls around here talk and Roane...the brother can lay it down. But I guess you already know that. Didn’t he punch your V-card?”
“Stop it. I swear you were dropped on your head as a kid. No. If you must know I was still a virgin when we dated. And you did this on purpose. You knew he’d be here.”
“You need to get back on the horse. Go for a ride.” She cackles like the witch that she is. “Giddy up.” She motions her hand over head like she’s swinging a lasso.
“I hate you sometimes.”
“You love me. You know I’m right, and you hate it when I am smarter than you. But I’m older and wiser. Listen to me. You guys had chemistry then, just imagine how explosive it will be now. You’re both older and more experienced. I’m almost jealous of the amazing sex you’re going to have tonight. Fuck. You are going to have so many O’s.”
“I’ve always fantasized about you being a real cowgirl,” Link teases and goes in for a big sloppy kiss, interrupting our conversation. The tender moment makes me a little sad. Pam is crazy but she has a man who loves her deeply. I’m not sure I will ever find that all consuming passion. I want it, but even with Sam I was going through the motions. He was too. I don’t know why were even together as long as we were. I think I was more in love with the idea of finding someone than actually being with him. Growing up our parents were always fighting. When Dad went to jail and Mom took off, I moved in with our paternal grandparents and they were together over sixty years. I envied them. I’ve always wanted that kind of love for myself. But I don’t think I’m ever going to find it.
I catch Roane eyeing me from across the room and flames lick up my neck. My sister is right though. I could have worse prospects. Roane is sexy. He has this look that you know he’d be a good lover. He’s grown into a man, but to be fair we were only kids when we dated. He puts Sam to shame in the looks department. Tribal tattoos mark his tanned skin. He has this rough edge to him. Dark eyes and facial hair that you know would scratch the right spots. Big hands. I look to his boots. Large feet. Pam always told me that big feet and big hands on a man meant a big dick.
The thought of sex makes me nervous. With Sam it wasn’t good, but it was comfortable. I knew him. I know Roane but fifteen years is a long time. People change.
I don’t know if I can do that again. Put in so much effort to be disappointed. Sam didn’t break my heart, but our split hurt. I’ve come to realize I broke my own heart by being in a relationship I knew wasn’t going anywhere, but I have this empty feeling. I’m lonely. A one-night stand isn’t the worst idea. Maybe Pam is right, and I need to put myself back out there again. I glance around the room. There’s plenty of sexy men here. The scene isn’t as vulgar as I imagined it to be. Sure, there’s drinking, smoking, dancing, and half naked women all around, but these are simply good people having fun. If Sam could see me right now, he’d shit his pants. He’s a suit and tie guy.
Roane is as anti-Sam as I can get. All the men here are though and there’s a lot of them to choose from but there’s something about Roane that makes me want to see if there could be something between us, even if it’s for one night. I always thought he was going to be my first. He’s sexy and dangerous. Everything I should stay away from and yet I find myself returning his gaze and smiling. The way he’s looking at me, makes me feel wanted. It’s been some time since anyone has awakened that inside me.
“Let’s dance,” my sister shouts in my ear and grabs my hand. She drags me out to the floor where there’s an empty space. I close my eyes and let the music carry me away. Swaying my hips side to side I get lost in the song. I look to see where Pam is and find her in Link’s arms. He’s kissing down her neck and squeezing her ass. I continue to dance alone and shake my booty to Cherry Pie by Warrant.
A firm pair of hands land on my hips and a large body presses into me from behind. “Make an old man happy.” I turn my head up to see Grudge I think is his name. He’s old enough to be my dad but handsome none the less. I nod and keep dancing. He seems harmless enough. I bump my ass up against him figuring I may as well give him a thrill. I came here to have fun tonight. I dance through another song with him then excuse myself back to the bar where Pam is waiting with another drink for me.
I knock it back and when I finish Roane is grabbing me by my hand and leading me back to the floor where it’s gotten a lot more crowded. Closer by Nine Inch Nails is playing. This song simply put oozes sex. The beat makes my body move in ways that should be reserved for behind closed doors. I can’t help myself. I’m feeling good and Roane is hot. He holds me close, knee pressed between my thighs. I grind against him. The beat of the music drums through my veins, pulsing through my blood as it pumps faster. His hands are on me everywhere. Desire burns between us. I want him. There’s a primal attraction that I can’t explain screaming for me to take control and take this man to bed.
Roane is staring at my lips and I wonder if he’s as good a kisser now as he was back then. His gaze is intense. I spin around and press my ass against his crotch and holy shit either he’s got a gun in his pocket or he’s really fucking hard. His hands are rubbing up and down my sides. Lips at my ear, the man’s voice sounds lethal. Dark and gritty. He sings the lyrics that talk about wanting to fuck like an animal. The sensation of his facial hair scraping over my skin mixed with his words has warmth pooling between my thighs. I’m so damn turned on right now.
The music cuts off and the countdown to New Year’s begins. He holds me still, an arm across my chest. His thick hardon pressing into my ass. Roane’s lips move against my neck. God his lips feel good. I count from ten with him. On five he tilts my chin upward and at one his mouth claims mine, searing my soul. Tasting of liquor, his tongue dominates mine. Deep and wet. Hard and slow the man makes love to my mouth with his kiss. It’s a kiss that makes time stand still. The kind of kiss that makes you forget who you are and where you’ve been. When he palms my breast, I return to Earth and pull away absolutely breathless. I’ve never been kissed so erotically in all my life. My knees feel as though they may give out any minute now. I could fuck him right here I’m so aroused.
Roane doesn’t relent or give me any reprieve. Those big hands grab my face, and he comes in hot and fast kissing me again with so much fire I might combust. Tongue thrusting deep in my mouth, his hands are on me. The world around us melts away. Right now, I don’t even know my own name. “Upstairs,” the word comes out in a growl that vibrates down my spine as he squeezes my hip, fingers biting into my skin with possession.
“Okay,” I whisper. I think in this moment I’d go anywhere with him if he’d kiss me like that again. He’s a better kisser than I remember. I didn’t think that was possible, but the man has skills.