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  Mr. Litchfield clinks his glass again. “Everyone, we’ve got our first winner, and this is for a twenty-five dollar Starbucks gift card donated by Miss Anne, our lovely music teacher. The winner is Gabby Hayes.” She’s the school nurse. Everyone cheers and I hit the bar. The cute bartender comes over to me.

  “Another gin and tonic?” His voice is deep and slides over me. I’ve never been one to hit on a guy and I have no idea how to do this. I lick my lips nervously and don’t miss the way he watches me do it.

  “Um yes, please.” He makes my drink and then hands it to me. I grab money out of my wallet but he waves me off.

  “It’s on me, darlin’.”

  I stick the five-dollar bill in my hand into the tip jar. “Thank you.” On the way back to my table, I stop and talk to Mr. Litchfield.

  “Brenna. How are you?” He reminds me of a lovable grandpa type.

  “I’m great, Mr. Litchfield. This is an amazing party.” I look around at all the people mingling.

  “I told you, you can call me Robert.” He glances around the room too. “I’m so happy that we’ve had such a great turnout. You guys work hard and deserve a break.”

  Smiling, I grab his forearm and give it a squeeze before heading back to my table, where Kelly is still hanging on Declan. I sit down, and when I look at my glass, I notice that it’s already halfway gone. I’m a lightweight normally, but so far I feel good, loose, and relaxed.

  A couple of teachers that are in my book club wave me over. I grab my drink and then head over to them. Stacey grabs my arm. “You look amazing, and what is with Declan being attached to your hip? I thought you guys hated each other.”

  Hate is kind of a strong word. I honestly don’t know what he feels for me because the only way I can describe how he feels is indifference.

  “He’s not attached to my hip. It’s the holiday party—he’s probably just trying to make nice. It looks like he’s attached to Kelly now, anyway. Did you guys read Kristen Ashley’s new book I told you about?”

  Meg responds first, doing a little happy hop-clap thing. “Oh my God, it was amazing! I can’t wait to talk about it on Wednesday. I even highlighted several parts I want to touch on.”

  We started our book club last year. We read two books a month and then meet at the end of the month to discuss them. When we first started, it was just the three of us and Moira, but it quickly became a group of eleven of us. Every month one of us picks the romance book and then one non-romance.

  The romance stories always get the most chat time, but that’s okay, I don’t mind—they’re my favorite to read. Actually, I like the really dirty ones the best—when the men start talking so dirty that even I blush—and I’d never admit to anyone that those get me primed to get myself off. Hey, a single girl’s got to do what a single girl’s got to do.

  Chapter Three

  Declan

  From the first moment I laid eyes on Brenna I wanted her, but didn’t pursue her. One, we work together—been there done that, and it ended terribly. Second, she’s just so far out of my league, or at least I’d thought that at first. Someone that naturally beautiful had to be full of herself and use that beauty to wrap men around her fingers. So I did what I felt I had to: I acted like a dick.

  Little did I know, she’s so down-to-earth and well-loved in our school. I’ve watched her over the last four years take the time to talk to anyone and everyone. Hell, the janitor who’s in his seventies can always be found on Fridays talking to her in her classroom while she cleans up. The kids all love her—I mean, they like me too, but she just has this light about her that draws them all to her.

  It’s not lost on me that for her parent/teacher conferences a lot more dads show up, but she’s never been inappropriate. Hell, she dresses pretty conservatively when she’s at the school. Now, tonight…tonight she’s sex on a stick and my dick got hard the moment I laid eyes on her. The red dress she’s wearing hugs her curves and shows off her amazing cleavage. When we went to the bar to order our drinks, I wanted to punch the bartender in the face for the way he was openly gawking at her. I know she notices the effect she has on men, but she doesn’t abuse it. It’s like she just accepts what it is and that’s that.

  I’m not stupid; I could’ve sat anywhere else, but I wanted to be near her. The light floral scent of her perfume is intoxicating and had me wanting to bury my nose in her neck and nip at her flesh, preferably while my cock was buried deep inside her cunt.

  Great, now my dick’s hard. I also realize that Kelly’s been talking to me for the last five minutes and I have no clue what she’s said. I know she wants me to ask her out, but I’m not interested…at all.

  “What do you think?”

  Oh shit.

  “Uh, well…I-uh, that’s great.”

  I know I’ve fucked up when she looks at me like I killed her puppy. “That’s great? Were you even listening to me?”

  I start to nod, but instead decide to tell her the truth—or at least a partial truth. “No, I’m sorry. My mind is just on some other stuff right now, but I swear it’s not you.”

  She gives me an assessing look. “Well okay. I was telling you that my parents want me to get on my own cellphone plan…do you believe that?”

  Oh, for fuck’s sake. That’s what has her in a snit? I bite my tongue to keep from telling her to come back when she’s got real problems.

  “Uh, well…shouldn’t you be paying it yourself? I mean what, aren’t you twenty-one?” She lets out a huff and gets up, walking away from me. Thank God.

  Mark leans into me. “What the fuck?”

  “I know, seriously. I wanted to tell her to get back to me when she had real problems. I’m gonna grab a beer, you want one?”

  Mark and I head to the bar and order a beer and a shot. My plan is to take a cab or Uber home because I seriously need this tonight. Actually, what I really need is to bury myself in a hot, willing pussy. It’s been at least six months since I last had sex, and my hand isn’t cutting it anymore. Just thinking about pussy makes my eyes drift to where Brenna is talking to her book posse. She’s naturally beautiful, but with the extra effort she put into her hair, the makeup, and that dress, she’s fucking stunning.

  “What’s the deal with you two? Moira says you don’t like each other, but the look on your face says something different.”

  I turn to Mark. “I like her. I’ve just chosen to keep our relationship strictly professional. I dated a fellow teacher once and it went horribly wrong. That’s really why I left my last job. She was psycho and didn’t like it when I broke things off.” Brenna throws her head back and laughs and I can’t stop staring. In a room full of people, her presence shines the brightest.

  “Are you sure about that? If you stare at her any harder, the room is going to combust.” We head back to the table with our beers after we do our shots. I’m feeling good, feeling loose. I’m really happy I decided to come.

  The official party ended about an hour ago, but a group of about fifteen of us moved out to the main part of the club. Things have definitely taken a turn. Not too long ago, I saw Kelly and the bartender from the party come out of the men’s bathroom. When she wiped the corner of her mouth, I knew exactly what they had been doing. She looked so embarrassed that I caught her, but it’s not like I give a shit.

  I think Brenna is purposely trying to torture me because she’s out on the dance floor shaking her ass and moving her hips. Thank God I’m sitting—otherwise everyone would see that I have a huge hard-on and I’d never hear the end of it. I’m pretty sure everyone is good and hammered, including myself. Moira is the most shitfaced out of all of us, and she almost got us kicked out when some girl tried to hit on Mark. I know exactly what happened after—Mark must’ve carried her outside and given her the business because she was wearing a dopey grin and he looked like a smug bastard when they came back.

  A waitress stops by our table with a tray full of shots, so we all gather around and clink our glasses before shooting t
hem back. I set my glass on the table and find Brenna standing right next to me. Without thinking, I slide my arm around her waist and pull her into my side. Surprisingly, she doesn’t push me away or slap me. Her body fits against mine perfectly as images of her spread naked on my bed flash through my mind.

  Can she feel my erection? Can she tell how badly I want her? It’s probably sending her mixed signals since I know I haven’t always been the nicest to her, and then there was the rummage sale two years ago that I kind of took over from her. I didn’t mean to—I swear I didn’t—and I know when Mr. Litchfield gave me all the props for it I should’ve told him it was her, but I didn’t.

  A song comes on and all the women at our table start screaming and Brenna throws her hands up in the air and starts wiggling her hips. Fuck, she keeps rubbing against my dick and it is hard as fuck. Of their own volition, my hands grab her hips and I swear to God she tips her hips back and rubs her ass against me over and over.

  She grabs my hand and we make our way toward the dance floor. After weaving through writhing bodies, Brenna turns, wraps her arms around my neck, and starts to move. I’m no dancer, so I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close so we’re touching groin to chest and move side-to-side.

  Brenna’s tall for a woman, but I like it. She stops moving and pushes up on her tiptoes. Is she going to kiss me? No, instead I feel her lips touch my ear. “Why don’t you like me?”

  I know I haven’t always been the easiest to get along with, but that’s on me—it has nothing to do with her.

  I bend until my lips touch her ear. “I like you. I like you a lot, Brenna. That’s my problem.”

  She pulls back and looks me straight in the eye. Brenna begins to lean toward me…is she actually going to kiss me?

  “Shots!” Moira comes running over, grabs Brenna’s hand, and drags her back to our table.

  I follow them back to the table, take my shot, then another and another.

  Chapter Four

  Brenna

  My eyes flutter open, and I feel a warm, hard body behind me. Oh shit, I actually did it. I went home with someone last night. A large hand is cupping my breast and a hard dick is poking me in my lower back. Last night is very fuzzy and I have no clue who’s behind me.

  God, I don’t know what to do right now. I’ve never done this. Very slowly, I lift the arm that’s wrapped around me and then slide off the bed.

  I look around the floor for my clothes but I don’t spot them. Carefully, I pull the sheet off the bed and wrap it around my body. I’m afraid to turn around and look at the bed—afraid of seeing who I went home with. I notice, though, that my body is deliciously sore, and I ache between my legs. I just wish I fucking remembered.

  Little flashes hit me and I remember barely making it inside before I was pinned against the wall, my legs around his hips and his mouth on mine. My fingers touch my lips, which begin to tingle as I remember his kisses. More flashes hit me and my whole body lights up and tingles with the knowledge that I was thoroughly fucked last night.

  “Hey.” I freeze as a hoarse male voice calls out from behind me. Closing my eyes, I swear I know that voice, but there’s no way that I slept with the man who has made it his mission to treat me like shit the past four years. His body heat hits my back and I freeze. “Last night was amazing.” He wraps his arms around my waist.

  I turn in his arms and notice how incredibly sexy he looks with his hair all disheveled and a five o’clock shadow on his face. What do I even say right now? Again, I’m hit with flashes of him sucking on my nipples until I came. No wonder they feel so tender. I take a deep breath. “I’ve never done this before. You know, go home with someone.”

  He cups my cheek. “You made that very clear last night when you told me repeatedly that you didn’t do hookups.” He smiles and my belly flips.

  “Okay, good. Um…where are my clothes?” Declan gives me a questioning look. “What?”

  “Do you remember coming home with me last night? Do you remember what we did?”

  I search my brain and I only can come up with bits and pieces. Shaking my head, I don’t miss the hurt look that hits his face. “I’ll grab your clothes.” He walks around me and out of the bedroom.

  I plop down on the end of his bed as guilt curdles in my belly. I watch as he returns to his bedroom. His body is all sinew and lean. He’s in nothing but boxer briefs, so I don’t miss the significant bulge. “Here.” He hands them to me. “Lock the door on your way out.” Declan disappears into the bathroom in the hall and I hear the shower kick on.

  Shame fills me and I quickly dress. I grab my clutch and get my phone out, sending for an Uber. Luckily Declan left some mail sitting out, so I had his address; he only lives three blocks from me. I grab a piece of paper and right him a quick note.

  Declan,

  Words can’t even express how terrible I feel right now. I’ve never done something like this before. I’m remembering bits and pieces and if it’s any conciliation, what I’m remembering was amazing. I hope this doesn’t make things awkward between us. I am so sorry.

  Brenna

  My Uber pulls up and I step out of Declan’s cute little Craftsman-style home. I’ve never done the walk of shame and I’m really not looking forward to doing it now. As we make our way toward my place, I close my eyes. My head’s throbbing. All I want to do is take some ibuprofen, a hot shower, and curl up in my bed so I can berate myself in peace.

  The driver pulls up in front of my little slab home and I make my way inside. I strip out of my dress and bra. I never got my panties, but when I close my eyes I remember them being ripped from my body.

  I brew a cup of coffee, take some ibuprofen, and jump in the shower. The hot water feels good on my sore muscles, and I stay in there until I’m a wrinkled prune.

  In my room, I moisturize and then throw on sweats and a t-shirt. I braid my hair and crawl into bed so I can stare up at the ceiling. I’m going to remember all of last night if it kills me. I close my eyes and take some deep, calming breaths, trying to clear my mind of the cobwebs that are keeping me from remembering. It works and it all starts coming back to me.

  My hips sway to the music and I feel good. I know I should switch to water because I know that good feeling could turn really bad, very quickly. In all honesty, I’ve never had this much fun, and Mr. Dickhead Brown Noser is actually being nice—overly so—and I really fucking like it. Just a little while ago I may have rubbed my ass against his dick, which was hard and very big. I’ll never admit it to anyone that I’m wet right now.

  The song ends, and I follow my girls off the dance floor and excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I’m just a tad bit wobbly as I walk down the hall. Inside, there is thankfully only a small line. In front of the mirror, I add some powder to my face and reapply my lip gloss. When a stall opens up I step inside, doing the hover because…gross. I wash my hands when I’m done and then step back out into the hall.

  “Declan?” I sigh right before his fingers spear into my hair, holding me immobile. His lips touch mine and I immediately open to him, his tongue dueling with mine. I sink further into the kiss and his arms wind around me. We’re moving and I feel my back hit the opposite wall. My hands grab onto his biceps for purchase.

  All too soon, he pulls away. “Do you want to get out of here?”

  I nod my head. He grabs my hand and we head to the table with our friends. Moira thrusts another shot in our hands. We shoot them back and then Declan gets us an Uber. He tells Moira and Mark that he’ll get me home, and then goes to grab our coats. Moira gives me a “what?” look. I can only shrug before I blow her a kiss. He returns and helps me into my coat, and I follow him outside.

  In the car on the way to his place, neither of us says anything, but his hand is on my thigh, sliding slowly up until his fingers hit the crotch of my panties. I try to keep a straight face as his digits slide under the gusset of my panties and swipe through my wetness. I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning.
/>   When we get to his place, he lets me inside and as soon as the door is shut and locked, I’m up against the wall, my legs around his waist and his lips on mine. His hands slide over my ass and with a sharp tug I hear the fabric of my panties rip before they’re gone. Fingers slide through my juices again before one finger enters me. My head flies back and hits the wall as I moan. God, that feels so good. He pushes one more finger inside of me, hitting that sweet spot and making me do a full-body shudder.

  Over and over he strokes it. With his free hand, he pulls down the front of my dress and the cup of my bra before leaning forward, sucking one bud into his mouth. I feel it all the way down to my pussy. Declan pushes his fingers a little deeper inside me and bites down on my nipple. I come with a force that has my eyes rolling back in my head and a deep moan leaving my throat.

  As my orgasm fades, I grab his shirt, pulling it open and ripping it down his arms. Next I unbuckle his pants before he whispers, “Put your legs down, baby.” I do as he says and he unties my dress and watches as it slips down my body, leaving me in just my bra and heels. “You are truly magnificent. Jump up.” I wrap my arms around his shoulders and pull myself up until my legs are wrapped around his waist.

  We stop at the end of his bed and he lets me go, but instead of just standing there, I drop to my knees, finish opening his pants, and swallow his cock down to the root, or at least I try to. His cock is just long enough, thick and veiny. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the salty, musky flavor of him. Swallowing him down again, my lips are stretched tight around his thick length.