“Penny for your thoughts?” the sweet angelic voice broke through.
I smiled and took a sip of my beer. “You’d need more than a penny. Hey, can I ask you a question?”
She was wiping down the bar again, and stopped to turn to me. “Sure, I guess.”
“Why didn’t you go all fan girl on me? Maul me?”
“Not my style. No offense, but the whole rock star thing doesn’t impress me.” She shrugged her shoulders again, in a matter of fact way.
“Ouch. Please don’t hide your disgust.” I held up my hands in surrender, and laughed.
“See, you took it the wrong way. I just meant that I’ve dealt with numerous celebrities, and let’s say that whole persona thing doesn’t impress me. I am content being who I am, and I don’t have to throw myself at them.” She stopped cleaning the bar and looked me in the face. “I spend so much time watching people clean up their messes, that I am more disgusted than impressed. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to offend.”
“None taken. I am sitting in a bar on the outskirts of Raleigh, drowning my sorrows in a few pints.” I offered her the glass in salute.
I watched as she turned to the rows of liquor behind her and grabbed a bottle of Jose. She placed two shot glasses on the bar, and poured us each a shot. “Here’s to us.” She clinked the glasses together, and downed her shot. I followed suit, feeling the burn of the tequila sliding down my throat. Even after years of drinking the shit, I still wasn’t used to it.
“Here’s to us,” I replied, as she poured us another shot. “Now, go easy. I still have to get back to the hotel.”
“You’ve had three pints since I’ve been here, and, according to your tab, three before that. I don’t think you should really drive, do you?”
“Unless you have another option, I’ll have to ride back to the hotel.” I watched her mind churn, as she debated that last sentence. Even though I could be fucking any one of the blondes that were backstage last night, here I was, hoping that she would give in for one night, that she would let me break that shield, help me break mine. Damn it, this girl was something.
She leaned in toward me, over the bar. “Not in your wildest dreams, rock boy.”
I shook my head and laughed. It would have been so easy to have anyone, anyone but her. She bounced away again, to the other end of the counter. I was surprised that the bar wasn’t busier, it being close to midnight. I finished my beer, and threw a hundred dollar bill on the bar. That should cover the tab, and leave her a big tip. I got up and headed toward the door.
“Mr. Anderson?” she called from the other side of the bar. I turned to look at her, my hand on the knob of the door. “Good night.”
“Good night,” I responded, laughing to myself. Why the fuck didn’t I fight harder for her, seduce her more? I guess I had become a pussy.
Reese shook her head and grabbed a bag that was on the bed. “Can you tell me what is going on between us, Jax?”
‘Baby girl, I wish I knew.” It was all I could offer her. I still didn’t know what it was, or when it had changed. I hadn’t lied. I wasn’t interested in anyone else. A strange feeling, even for me, but since this tour had started, I hadn’t wanted an easy piece of ass. I wanted Reese, and only Reese.
“Let’s go, Jax.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the door. This was going to be an interesting day, if I didn’t say so myself.
We took the elevator to the ground level and walked out to the pool area. I immediately dodged anyone looking in our direction. We hit the grainy sand, and I found one of the hotel staff.
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, sir. How can I help you?”
“We would like a private cabana, please,” I said. “And if you can keep it private, I’ll add another $200 to your tip when we are done.”
His eyes lit up as he nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. Right away.”
Reese turned to me and smiled. “You always get your way, huh?”
I shrugged. “Most of the time.”
Reese laughed as the hotel staffer returned. “Please follow me. I found you one with the double lounger, and the drapes that you can pull around it.”
“Sounds perfect.” I handed him two hundred dollar bills. “After you,” I motioned to Reese, who stepped in front of me and followed the man.
The little cabana was similar to a few of the ones set up around the grounds of the hotel pools. Reese placed her bag in the middle of loungers and pulled off her shorts. The tattoo that encircled her lower torso was visible, and I watched as she pulled out the tanning oil.
“Need help?” I asked, taking the bottle from her. I didn’t give her much of a chance to say no.
“I guess. Get me good.”
“You don’t know how good I want to get you right now,” I said, squeezing the oil into my palms and rubbing them together before placing them on her back. I massaged the oil into her skin, over her shoulders, and down her torso. She turned slightly toward me, and I added a little to the cleavage that stared me in the face.
“Lay back,” I said, applying more liquid to my hands before I ran them over her abdomen and down the length of her right leg. I repeated the process on her left leg, before I stopping inches from her core. I shifted my seat so that she was not in anyone’s line of vision, and snuck my finger under the fabric triangle.
“Jax…” she moaned as my finger slipped between her folds and up to her clit.
“Shhh, baby girl,” I mumbled back as my finger circled the area around her hot nub. “You don’t want anyone knowing what we’re doing in here.”
The last thing we needed was a photo or video up on TMZ or something. With that thought, I pulled my fingers down her pussy and away from her skin, fixing her bikini bottom.
“You’re an ass,” she growled as I laughed and sat next to her in the lounger.
“Well, now you know how I felt when I saw you standing in that in your room,” I said, gesturing toward her bikini. “Don’t worry, Reese, I’ll make up for it later.”
“In your dreams.”
“I don’t need dreams, you’re right here.”
I heard her gasp quietly, and wondered myself where the hell that had come from. Fuck, I was becoming a pussy sap myself! I laid back and watched the beachgoers out in front of us. The waiter came over a few minutes later and I ordered a beer, and water for Reese. She only drank occasionally. She came from a past of alcohol abuse, and didn’t want to become entangled with that life. Add into the mix the shit I’d put her through with my addiction, and I could see why she was as much of a straight edge as she was.
Reese shuffled in her lounger as she turned herself onto her stomach to sun her back. “You know that I’m still aggravated with you, right?”
I chuckled. “Not as much as I am with you. My balls have been a royal shade of blue lately.”
“I don’t think I can trust that statement.”
“Why not? Don’t believe me that your body is all I tend to think about lately?”
She huffed. “Exactly, Jax. I’m sure the girls are all over you.”
“Might be, but you know where I am most of the time. Don’t forget who I spend most of my time with.” I shrugged as Reese let out a sigh.
“Why is this getting complicated now?”
“It’s been complicated for a while, we just didn’t allow ourselves to realize it.”
“What is it that you want, Jax? I know you’re not one for relationships. Not since bitchface. I don’t want to be just another piece of ass.” She sounded defeated, and a part of me broke.
“You’re not just another piece of ass.” It was all I could offer. I’d never been one to explain my feelings or, hell, even verbalize them.
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