Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 66178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“Awe! That’s a beautiful story, Bill.”
It was, and I couldn’t help but wonder what our time apart would help Mila and I realize.
An hour later, we were sitting at the bar, doing our taste testing.
“I still can’t believe Jack Daniel’s died because he kicked his safe and his infected foot went untreated.”
“I can, Lala. I hate going to the doctor. Nothing that duct tape can’t fix.”
When she started giggling uncontrollably over nothing, I knew the shots were starting to get to her.
She was such a lightweight if she drank anything other than tequila. I, on the other hand, could down whiskey like water. It took a lot to get me drunk in the first place, but with whiskey, I could go for hours.
Both in and out of the bedroom.
I downed the Sinatra Select shot and she stole my Tennessee Apple off my shot tray. We’d almost reached the end of our tour which was the best part.
The booze tasting.
“That one is my favorite.”
“I’ll buy you a bottle to take with you.”
She smiled, with her eyes a little hazy and her cheeks a bit flushed.
Damn. She really is breathtaking.
Reaching over with the same expression on her face, she grabbed my Tennessee Honey shot off my tray.
“Are you planning on stealing all my whiskey, Lala?”
“Only the fruity ones. Look.” She scooted over the hard liquor to my tray. “I’ll switch with you. You drink these and I’ll drink those. Bam! Fair trade!”
“Bam, huh?”
“Yep!” She shot it back like a champ, slamming the empty glass down on the table. “Bam!”
“I think you might need to slow down.”
“Nah. I’m just getting started.” She handed me the Tennessee Fire shot. “This one burns.”
“How would you know? You’re making me drink it.”
“I know because I can read.” She narrowed her eyes at the label. “At least I think I can. What time is it?”
I looked down at my watch. “Five.”
“Mmmm kay.” Leaning into me, she rubbed her nose against my neck. “You smell nice… do you always smell this nice?”
“I think so.”
“Why haven’t I ever noticed how nice you smell?”
“You’re not usually making out with my neck.”
She inhaled deeply, against the nook of my neck. Right under my ear, making my dick twitch. It was my sensitive spot.
“I’m bottling your smell to take with me, so when I miss you, all I have to do is sniff and you’re there.”
“I think we need to get you some food.”
“Mmmm kay, but I want a pizza.”
“You always want pizza.”
She didn’t let up on rubbing her nose along my neck, her lips started gliding against my skin as well. Doing all sorts of things to my cock.
“Mila—”
“Do you like me touching you?”
“I can think of worse things.”
“I’m going to miss you, Leo. A lot. A lot. Thinking about missing you makes me not want to go.”
What the fuck do I say to that?
Instead of screaming out, “Don’t go!” I swallowed the Tennessee Fire in one big gulp and she just so happened to kiss my sweet spot at the same time, causing the burning liquid go down the wrong tube in my chest. Out of nowhere, I began choking and coughing, trying to catch my next breath.
“Dude, it’s whiskey, not a dick. Don’t choke so hard.”
That made me chuckle, so now I was coughing, choking, and laughing all at the same time. Quickly standing, I banged on my chest in an attempt of getting it to go down faster.
“Me Tarzan, you Jane,” Mila taunted in a rough tone, mimicking Tarzan’s voice.
My eyes started watering as did my nose.
“I can’t tell if you’re crying or dying or both? Here.” She handed me the Winter Jack shot. “Drink this one. It tastes like cider.”
I didn’t have to be told twice, I downed it in hopes it would help. It did. Winded still, I slowly found my breathing and she smiled standing beside me, rubbing my back.
“You’re okay,” she teased. “Did the big bad shot hurt your tummy?”
“Not as much as jumping a fence hurt yours.”
She glared at me before mischief took over her eyes. Looking at the crowd of people who’d gathered to see what the commotion was about, Mila put her hands up in the air, announcing, “I’m sorry everyone. I told him he couldn’t keep up with my pace, but you know how men are. They gotta learn on their own.”
It was my turn to glare at her.
“Ladies and gentleman, I present to you the man who can’t handle his liquor quite like his best friend.”
She was such a brat, that I would miss with all my heart.
Chapter 19
—Mila—
Leo ordered us a large pizza to go and we took it back to our lookout rock that literally appeared out of nowhere on a back road toward our homes. The first time we found this place we added our names and the date to the rock that more than likely had thousands of carvings already on it. It was a bright colorful pillar where people wrote whatever they wanted on it with paint, marker, or chalk.