Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 466(@200wpm)___ 373(@250wpm)___ 311(@300wpm)
I let out a deep sigh, turned in Max’s arms, and stomped off. Grabbing Ember’s arm as I passed her, I strolled into the bar, looking over my shoulder once or twice, or maybe three times to get another glimpse of Sam. I didn’t fail to notice that Sam was hard all over, even down lower. He was not a small man, and that turned me on so unbelievably that I was sure that anyone looking at me would know exactly how I was feeling.
SAM
“Listen up you little piece of shit. If I ever see you threatening a woman like that again, I’ll castrate you with your little pocket knife here. Do you understand me?” I asked as I kneeled a little harder, grinding my knee a bit into his testicles.
“Yes s-sir.” He gasped out
“Good, glad we have that clear.” I said, punching him in the nose hard enough for his nose to crunch. He was out cold.
Walking back inside with Max he asked me, “What the hell was that?”
“What was what?” I asked back.
“Nothing.” He gave up trying to make sense of it and went back to our booth at the back, across the room from the pool tables. Cheyenne was bent over one, with a cue stick held incorrectly, shaking her ass. She peered over her shoulder and looked directly into my eyes. A challenge. I accept.
CHEYENNE
“Two Coronas” I said to the bartender. He gave me a weird look, but none the less did what I asked. I paid, and strolled to the pool tables, never letting go of Ember. “Let’s do this shit” I said to her when we spotted an empty table.
“Now, show me what the fuck to do.” I said snottily and grabbed a pool stick and swung around and stared at her expectantly.
She was unfazed by my attitude and came up to me and talked quietly “He had you up against his chest! You should have seen your face. It was like you went all soft and dreamy. That was until that guy called us cunts and started screwing with your truck, then your eyes flashed and you got that crazy look like you always get when you are about to let your temper out.”
I rolled my eyes and got the little triangle thing and placed it in the middle of the table. Putting four quarters into the machine, I pushed it in and then listened to the balls release and come down to pool at the opening next to where you put the quarters in. I grabbed the balls, put them into the little triangle, and motioned with my hand for her to get on with it.
She got on with it, but she still added her commentary here and there about what she thought about Sam and me. I stopped at two beers, since I still had to drive us home. But I still had a great time playing pool with Ember. She can make anything fun, and that is why I love her.
I felt his gaze on me throughout the night, I would look up when I was taking a shot and see him staring at me, I would look back down, take the shot, look up, and he would still be staring. We did this all night long, and he never tried to hide the fact that he was looking at me.
At one point a cute little tart walked up to him, placing her hand on his chest. Her tits were on display, and she had a short blue jean skirt that barely covered her panties. If she even bent over a little bit she would be showing everyone the goods. He turned and smiled at her and they struck up a conversation. I was fuming. How dare he do that in front of me when we both know there is something going on between us. I put the cue down with a snap.
“I need a refill.” I said to Ember before walking off towards the bar.
Sam watched me come, knowing I was pissed but doing nothing to remedy the situation.
I came up on the side of Sam that the girl wasn’t hanging on and glared at her. She backed off a tad, but not completely. The bartender walked up to me and asked what I wanted.
I spared him a glance but stared into Sam’s eyes and said “Screaming Orgasm.”
I was satisfied to see his eyes widen at my order.
“Is it just me, or do you think a girl’s skirt should be longer than her vagina?” I asked him before downing my drink and walking away.
Sam’s bark of laughter followed me as I made my way back to the pool table.
We played about four games until we decided to call it a night. Ember waved at Max as we were leaving through the front door, but Max stopped her and motioned her over.
She headed into that direction muttering, “Be right back.”
I sat there near the door and decided to go to the restroom instead of waiting there, this could take some time because it looked like a couple that their parents knew.
I headed into the dark hall and was reaching for the door handle when I heard a deep male voice say, “Chicken.”
I stopped dead in my tracks and turned to stare at Sam, “What did you say?”
He was wearing his usual attire of blue jeans and black t-shirt. His hair was disheveled, falling into his eyes. He walked up to me and I stepped back until I was backed into a corner.
He nuzzled my ear and said again, “Chicken.”
I stared deep into his eyes, and seemed to snap. I took a look around, and then started unbuckling his jeans. He looked at me, seeming to dare me. I lowered his zipper then took his cock out of his pants and circled him with the palm of my hand. I ran my thumb over the head, swirling the drop of pre come that had leaked out. I ran my palm up and down the length of him twice, and then looked up into his eyes.