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Wyatt

I stepped inside the dark and ss, Nebraska It wasn’t far out of North Platte, but it was the nearest place to hang out without going into the city I squinted as my eyes adjusted and scanned the roo ht the eye of Wendy, the bartender I liftedone heavily kohl-lined eye before grabbing a beer, popping the top, and sliding it down tohand

Wendy’s smile widened and she flipped her bleached blonde hair over one bony shoulder She swept her eyes over my body before she turned to help the next custo to this bar since ere of legal age Wendy hadn’t stopped trying to get into noring the fake boobs in et a clue And yet, there I was, practically being violated by her direct and clearly dirty stare Not that I had a proble filthy things to me, but I did have some standards

“Neat trick”

I froze with my beer halfway toheart Yes, fro voice However, ot a look at the owner of the sexy voice Long, glossy red curls, large, round, bright blue eyes, high cheekbones, and the most kissable lips I had ever seen inwere her curves She had an hourglass figure that would give Marilyn Monroe a run for her money Her tits would spill out of my hands, her hips were perfect to hold while I pounded into her fro off a good a up as she sat on a stool I had a sudden urge to either tug it down as far as it would go or throw a jacket over thehs, but , at her and pried round

I put onsure my dimples popped “Trick?” I asked

She sht the bottle If I tried the sa into the person behind enuine sound was the last straw, the one that tipped over the mountain of hay

I fell

“Wyatt Kincaid,” I infor out ht it to my lips and brushed a kiss across the back She blushed, and h my veins

“Bailey Cross”

“Are you new in town?” I asked, taking a seat on the empty stool next to her

She took a sip of her aze returned to mine, a blush had stolen across her cheeks and she shifted in her chair, suddenly nervous “I just finishedand I’m out for the summer So, I came here to…” she trailed off and sed

“I’ulped down the rest of her lass away

“Another?” I asked, and when she nodded, I signaled to the other bartender, Brad, grateful Wendy was busy I excused myself for a minute to pull out my phone and send a text to my best friend

Me: You’re late, asshole Find yourself another winght

Jack: Is that code for you found pussy to chase instead of my finely sculpted ass?

Me: Sure If that makes you feel better

Jack: Breaking bro code, dude

Me: Bro code is null and void if there is a chance to get laid And, when the fuck did we go back to being teenagers?

Jack: Fuck off

Me: No, that’s what YOU’LL be doing tonight

Jack: Truth :(

I laughed and stuckherfor over half an hour before I led her to a quiet booth in the back For another two hours, we talked about our jobs, friends, childhood—pretty rade teacher, was still best friends with a girl she went to high school with, and had grown up with a singleup every little ave me

After our third drinks, we both switched to water There was so to sweaty, naked bodies wrapped up in sheets I was going to do my best to make those vivid daydreams a reality, and I wanted her sober so she would remember every second

At soet as near to her as possible, under the pretense of hearing her over the noise of theso close, I could s of freckles across her nose She earing a loose black sweater which drooped off one shoulder, revealing light freckles there as well I wanted to connect the dots with le one was on her body

Our conversation lulled and we stared at each other, the silence thick and heavy ant Her eyes were filled with need, so I closed the distance between us and gently placed entle behind asto deepen the kiss I dove a hand into her lustrous

hair and the other landed on her hip, bringing our bodies as flush as possible considering ere seated side by side The air heated up, and I was no longer satisfied with the angle of our bodies, so I grasped her hips and started to lift her over to straddle me—

Bang!

I jerked back at the loud crack and Bailey’s muffled cry of pain as she flopped back down besideher knee She’d obviously hit it on the wooden table

“Well, that was sle “How about we try that again?”

Bailey eyed the tabletop skeptically “I hate to break it to you Casanova, but I think the booth wins this round” She glanced around as though just re where ere “Besides, I think the direction ere headed was bound to end up with us getting arrested for public indecency” She laughed and shook her head ruefully

“You’re right,” I agreed “I’er fan of private indecency” I leaned down and putain somewhere else?”

Bailey tilted her neck, giving me better access to the colu delicious

“Urabbed onto my biceps—“have in mind?”