I wasn’t sure what Davis was gonna throw at me, and now with Travis snagging his soon-to-be daughter-in-law out from under his son’s nose, who knew what the fuck?
I looked down at the infuriating female that was now clinging to my arm with a stupid ass smile on her face.
“Dana, if I were you, I wouldn’t follow Melissa, just do what I tell you, and we’ll be good.
Now let me go so that I can go do what the hell I have to do.”
She pouted and flounced off.
Damn, not married even one day, and she was starting her shit already.
I’m going to wring Melissa’s neck first fucking chance I get.
She knows I don’t do parties; now I’m sure my wife is going to think I’m some kind of ogre.
My wife, well fuck!
***
CLAY
***
“Clay, your girl Ginger’s here.” Chaz grinned at me, and I wondered what the hell she’d been up to now.
“Thanks, Chaz; where’d she go?”
“The clubhouse where else?”
“Cool, everybody in yet?
It’s getting late.”
“No, there’s still a few left, probably at work.” Damn.
I checked my watch again.
It was getting late, and Law wanted everyone safe and accounted for before the sun went down.
“If Law comes looking for me, tell him where I went.”
“No problem, and if you see him before I do, tell him his prisoner is awake.”
I waved my hand over my shoulder as I headed to the clubhouse and my room there to see my girl.
See what kind of mood she’s in.
It’s three days since I went anywhere near her.
It was ‘that time of the month, or at least that’s the excuse she uses every month around this time when she loses her fucking mind.
The first time she tried to brain me was the last time I messed with her ass and that PMS shit.
Now I steer clear unless she’s sick, then I run to the pharmacy and buy out the female aisle.
Ginger Lee, that’s my hot little number.
She’s a big girl, and she makes no bones about it.
She’s all tits and ass and a sassy mouth.
We met purely by accident and set off a chain of events that turned my life upside down, but you know what, I wouldn’t change it for anything, as fucked up as our beginning had been.
Before I met Ginger Lee, I was in hot pursuit of someone else for damn near my whole adult life. Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
Since high school, I’d been after her, but for one reason or another, we could never get it together.
Cindy was my little reserved banker; she’s not exactly uptight, that’s not my style, but she’s more the shy retiring type.
She needs to be handled with kid gloves and lots of TLC.
She reminds me of the young women in those old black and white movies, so demure and genteel-like, which for some reason, I was highly attracted to.
Now Ginger Lee, on the other hand, would fuck ninety-five percent of the time and make love the other five.
She says what she likes and don’t like no matter who you are.
She doesn’t have a shy bone in her body, and she doesn’t suffer fools lightly.
Half the time, I’m the one talking her down from doing someone bodily harm for saying or doing the wrong fucking thing.
I call her my wild child.
She’s the sort of girl who would let me fuck her in the ass and then suck my dick; a man needs that shit every once in a while.
As with every other fucked up thing in my life, the story of how we came to be sounds like something out of a fucked up TV show.
I’d actually gone out on a date with Cindy the night before I met Ginger Lee for the first time.
But the thing is, though it was just the one date, like I said, Cindy and I had been doing the dance for a while before she finally agreed to go out with me.
After a great night out with the woman I’d been trying to land since freaking high school, I was out on patrol the next day doing my job as a deputy in the sheriff’s office.
The date had gone pretty good, and I was halfway to the moon.
I hadn’t been sitting on my hands waiting for Cindy to come around; one of those things that had kept us apart was the fact that we both seemed to be always involved with someone else.
But I was glad that we had finally got it right.
***
That night was like the beginning of something, or maybe I’d built it up so much in my head by that time that it seemed that way.
I’m no bitch, so I wouldn’t dwell on that shit too much.
Anyway, I was feeling good about the whole thing and pretty much looking forward to next time.
That’s when I clocked this little beamer doing ninety in a thirty-five.
After I’d gotten over the shock of a speeder in our little town, I’d given chase.
Imagine my surprise when I found this beauty behind the wheel.
She gave me the fluttering eyelash routine, and I could see it was all a big joke to her.
Her license said she was from the east coast, yeah, one of those.
“Excuse me, officer, but what seems to be the problem?” Damn, what a voice; she had to be making that shit up.
I would’ve answered her if I hadn’t noticed that her eyes were on my dick, and she wasn’t even trying to hide that shit.
I was almost tempted to cover my shit from the look of hunger in her eyes.
I read her the usual riot act for speeding and gave her a ticket, which she threw in the glove box with what looked like even more tickets.
“So, when are you taking me out to dinner, big boy?” She looked me dead in the eye to let me know she meant business.
“Excuse me?” Are all east coast women this bold?
I grew up in the Midwest, went to school in the Midwest, and don’t really know much else about the outside world except what I see on TV.
I’m not as much of a dud as that sounds; it’s just the truth.
I’m not green by any stretch of the imagination, but I’m not used to such brashness in my neck of the woods.
The women around here save their true colors for behind closed doors.
When I looked back, expecting a blush or at the very least a look of shyness, all I saw was trouble.
I thought of Cindy and how hard I’d tried to win her.
I can’t say that I was at all surprised that this was happening now.
Of course, I would meet her one day after taking Cindy out on our first date; it’s the story of my fucking life.
“You heard me, or are you one of those guys who like to do the chasing?
The problem with that is that I don’t have time.”
“I’m passing through on my way to a conference and won’t be back this way for a while.
And since I don’t believe in letting opportunities pass me by, when I see something I want, I go after it, so what do you say?”