yourself, Tuck,” I snap at him. “I can do whatever the hell I want to do.”
I stare straight ahead petulantly, waiting for Tuck to place my keys in my outstretched hand. I yelp in surprise when I feel myself being lifted out of the driver’s seat. Tuck quickly carries me to the passenger side and dumps me into the seat. He reaches across me and buckles the racing harness across my body. My fingers are tingling from the tequila and prove themselves utterly useless as I struggle to unlatch the harness. I sag against the seat in defeat. “You’d better not fucking wreck my truck, you fucking fucker.”
9
Tuck
I can’t remember the last time I was so damn angry. I watched Colin approach Kori at the bar and ask her to dance, and I admit that I had been surprised when she agreed to go with him. I knew we were just friends, but it felt as if there was something different tonight. I could swear that I even felt her shiver when I hugged her after her performance, a performance that was earth-moving to me. I could see her vulnerability on stage when she sang. She always comes across tough and hardass, but all her walls were completely torn down when she had that guitar. She blew me away.
She was also without a doubt the sexiest damn thing I had ever seen. Tonight she was wearing a short, faded denim skirt and a snug v-neck t shirt. She had on a pair of broken in cowboy boots, and my eyes had glazed over as I mentally ran through all the things that I wanted to do with her and those boots. She seemed entirely unaware of just how beautiful and sexy she was, which only added to her sexiness. The way we sat at the table and talked before her performance was unusual for me. Usually all of my conversations were held with the intent of getting a girl into bed, and I never had to talk for very long. Even though I still desperately wanted Kori, I found myself enjoying just talking with her. We connected effortlessly. Even though we had spent a lot of time together in the past weeks, all of that time had been by ourselves. I had been worried that our relationship would be strained once we got around people, but like everything else with Kori and me together, it was perfect.
Then I look up and see her and Colin as he dry-humps her on the dance floor. She is doing nothing to stop him. Hell, she even seems to be encouraging him. My eyes fill with red as my body fills with rage. Before I know it, I snatch Colin away from her and prepare to pound his ass in the ground. Lucky for him, he stammers an apology and gets the hell away from her. I was unprepared for her sudden anger as she gets her guitar and stalks out of the bar. What the hell does she think she’s doing? She’s too drunk to drive. I wave goodbye to our table and take off after her. When I finally get her buckled in the passenger’s seat, she turns to me with anger flashing in those beautiful green eyes.
“You’d better not fucking wreck my truck, you fucking fucker.”
I chuckle at her words. “Does drinking bring out your potty mouth, or do you always try to see how many times you can say fuck in one sentence?” I watch as her body tenses and prepare myself for the onslaught of her anger.
“You had no right, Tuck. I can dance with whomever the fuck I want. Got that?”
I interrupt her before she could get too wound up. “Dance? Is that what you call that? He was practically fucking you on the dance floor. His hands were all over you. He’s an asshole; you can do better than him.”
“You don’t know me! You don’t know that I can do better or not.” She screams at me as she explodes in anger. That strikes me as an odd statement. Of course
I stare straight ahead petulantly, waiting for Tuck to place my keys in my outstretched hand. I yelp in surprise when I feel myself being lifted out of the driver’s seat. Tuck quickly carries me to the passenger side and dumps me into the seat. He reaches across me and buckles the racing harness across my body. My fingers are tingling from the tequila and prove themselves utterly useless as I struggle to unlatch the harness. I sag against the seat in defeat. “You’d better not fucking wreck my truck, you fucking fucker.”
9
Tuck
I can’t remember the last time I was so damn angry. I watched Colin approach Kori at the bar and ask her to dance, and I admit that I had been surprised when she agreed to go with him. I knew we were just friends, but it felt as if there was something different tonight. I could swear that I even felt her shiver when I hugged her after her performance, a performance that was earth-moving to me. I could see her vulnerability on stage when she sang. She always comes across tough and hardass, but all her walls were completely torn down when she had that guitar. She blew me away.
She was also without a doubt the sexiest damn thing I had ever seen. Tonight she was wearing a short, faded denim skirt and a snug v-neck t shirt. She had on a pair of broken in cowboy boots, and my eyes had glazed over as I mentally ran through all the things that I wanted to do with her and those boots. She seemed entirely unaware of just how beautiful and sexy she was, which only added to her sexiness. The way we sat at the table and talked before her performance was unusual for me. Usually all of my conversations were held with the intent of getting a girl into bed, and I never had to talk for very long. Even though I still desperately wanted Kori, I found myself enjoying just talking with her. We connected effortlessly. Even though we had spent a lot of time together in the past weeks, all of that time had been by ourselves. I had been worried that our relationship would be strained once we got around people, but like everything else with Kori and me together, it was perfect.
Then I look up and see her and Colin as he dry-humps her on the dance floor. She is doing nothing to stop him. Hell, she even seems to be encouraging him. My eyes fill with red as my body fills with rage. Before I know it, I snatch Colin away from her and prepare to pound his ass in the ground. Lucky for him, he stammers an apology and gets the hell away from her. I was unprepared for her sudden anger as she gets her guitar and stalks out of the bar. What the hell does she think she’s doing? She’s too drunk to drive. I wave goodbye to our table and take off after her. When I finally get her buckled in the passenger’s seat, she turns to me with anger flashing in those beautiful green eyes.
“You’d better not fucking wreck my truck, you fucking fucker.”
I chuckle at her words. “Does drinking bring out your potty mouth, or do you always try to see how many times you can say fuck in one sentence?” I watch as her body tenses and prepare myself for the onslaught of her anger.
“You had no right, Tuck. I can dance with whomever the fuck I want. Got that?”
I interrupt her before she could get too wound up. “Dance? Is that what you call that? He was practically fucking you on the dance floor. His hands were all over you. He’s an asshole; you can do better than him.”
“You don’t know me! You don’t know that I can do better or not.” She screams at me as she explodes in anger. That strikes me as an odd statement. Of course
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