Chapter Thirteen
Sana had given Zain directions to her favorite honky-tonk. It was forty minutes outside of Rosemary. Not exactly surprising. The only country in Rosemary was the country club and that wasn't anything close to what we were walking into.The bar was large and completely made out of what looked like wood planks. Apparently, it was famous. Probably because there weren't many of these kind of places in this area. Bright florescent beer signs graced the walls outside and inside. Miranda Lambert's "Gun Powder and Lead" was pumping out of the stereo when we walked inside.
"They have live music in about thirty minutes. That's the best time to dance. We have plenty of time to find a good spot and drink us some tequila shots first," Sana yelled over the noise.I had never had tequila shots. I hadn't even had beer. Tonight that would change. I was goingto be free. Enjoy the night. Zain moved in behind me and his hand settled on my lower back. This was not a friendly position... was it?
I decided against correcting him in here since I'd have to yell over the music. Zain led usover to an empty booth that was further back from the dance floor. He stood back and let me slide in.Sana slid in across from me and Zain sat down beside me.Sana shot him a frown.
"What do you want to drink?" Zain asked, leaning down to my ear so he wouldn't have to yell.
"I'm not sure," I replied, looking at Sana for guidance.
"What do I drink?"
Sana's eyes went wide and then she laughed. "You haven't been drinking before?"
I shook my head. "I'm not old enough to buy my own alcohol. Are you?"
She clapped her hands. "This is gonna be so much fun. And yes, I'm twenty-one or at least my ID says I am." She cut her eyes to Zain.
"You need to let her out. I'm taking her to the bar."
Zain didn't budge. He looked back at me, "You've never had alcohol?" "Nope. But I intend to remedy that tonight," I assured him.
"Then you need to go slow. You won't have a very high tolerance."
He reached out and grabbed a waitress' arm. "We need a menu."
Sana put her hands on her hips. "Why are you ordering food? We're here to drink and dance with cowboys. Not eat."
Zain turned his head toward her so I couldn't see his face but I could tell his shoulders had gotten stiff.
"She's never drunk before. She needs to eat first or she'll be bent over puking her guts out and cursing you in two hours time."
Oh. I didn't like to throw up. Not at all.Sana rolled her eyes and waved her hand in front of her face as if Zain was an idiot.
"Whatever, daddy Zain. I'm going to get me somethin' to drink and I'm getting her something too. So feed her fast."
The waitress was back with a menu before Sana was done talking. Zain took it and turned back to me opening it up.
"Pick something. No matter what diva the drunk says you need to eat first."
I nodded. I didn't want to get sick.
"The cheesy fries look good."
Zain held up the menu and the waitress came running back.
"Cheesy fries. Two orders and a tall glass of water."
Once the waitress nodded and walked off, Zain leaned back and tilted his head to look overat me. "So you're at a honky-tonk. Was it everything you hoped it would be? Because I'll be real honest, this music is painful."
Smiling, I shrugged and looked around. There were guys in cowboy hats and then those that just had on regular clothes. Some had large belt buckles but for the most part they looked like people in my hometown.
"I just got here and I haven't drunk or danced yet, so I'll let you know after that happens."
Zain smirked, "You want to dance?"
I did want to dance but not with Zain. I knew how easily I'd forget that he was just a friend.
"Yes, I do. But I need a shot of courage first and I need someone to ask me to dance."
"I thought I just asked," he replied.
I put my elbows on the table and rested my chin on my hand. "You think that's a good idea?"
I wanted him to admit this wasn't a good idea.
Zain sighed, "Probably not."
I nodded.
Two plates of cheesy fries slid in front of us and a frozen mug with ice water was set down in front of Zain. The food looked surprisingly good. I hadn't realized I was so hungry. I needed to keep up with how much I was spending. This was seven dollars. I wasn't going to spend more than twenty dollars tonight. That might mean I only got one drink but Zain said I needed to eat so I was going to eat.
I picked up a fry smothered in cheese and took a bite.
"That's better than peanut butter sandwiches, isn't it?" Zain asked with a teasing grin. I nodded and picked up another fry.
Sana slid in on her side of the booth carrying two drinks in small little glasses. They were yellow. "I figured I should start you out easy. Tequila is a big girl drink. You're not ready for that yet. This is a lemon drop. It's sweet and yummy."
"Eat a few more fries first," Zain interrupted her.
I took another fry and quickly ate it followed by another. Then I reached for the lemon drop.
"Okay, I'm ready," I told Sana and she picked hers up and grinned. I watched as she put it to her lips and tilted her head back. Then I did the same.
It was really good. Only a small burn in my throat. I liked lemon. That was nice. I put the empty glass down and smiled over at Zain who was watching me.
"Eat," he replied.
I tried not to giggle at him but I couldn't help it. I laughed. He was being ridiculous. I took another bite of my fries and Sana reached over and got a few fries too.
"I met some guys at the bar. I pointed you out and they've been watching us since I sat down. You ready to make a new friend?"
Zain moved slightly closer to my side and the warmth from him and the warmth in my stomach made me want to stay right here by my... friend. Which was why I needed to get up. I nodded.
"Let her out, Zain. You can keep the booth warm for us in case we come back," Sana said.
Zain didn't move right away and I started to think he was ignoring her or he was going to make me eat some more. He finally slid out and stood up. I wanted to say something to him. Anything to make him smile and stop scowling but I didn't know what to say.
"Be careful. I'm here if you need me," he said in a low whisper as he stepped close to me. I just nodded. My chest tightened and I wanted to crawl back in that booth with him.
"Come on Aaliya. Time to use you to get us free drinks and men. You are the hottest sidekick I've ever had. This should be fun. Just don't tell these guys you're nineteen. Tell everyone you're twenty-one."
"Okay."
Sana pulled me over to two guys who were obviously checking us out. One was tall with long blond hair tucked behind his ears. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a few days and underneath his tight fitting flannel shirt his body seemed impressive. His eyes were on me, then on Sana, and then back on me. He hadn't made up his mind yet.
The other guy had short dark brown hair that had some curl in it and a pair of really pretty blue eyes. The clear blue kind that makes you want to just sigh. His white tee-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination and his broad chest was nice to look at. He was as blue collar as they come. I'd know a pair of Wranglers anywhere and he wore them well. His eyes were on me. Not moving or shifting. A small smile was on his lips and I decided this wasn't going to be so bad after all.
"Boys, this is Aaliya. I got her away from her friend and she now needs a drink."
The one with dark hair stood up and held out his hand, "James. It's nice to meet you Aaliya."
I slipped my hand in his and shook it. "It's nice to meet you too James."
"What can I get you to drink?" he asked, a smile spreading across his face in an approving way.
"She wants a lemon drop. It's her thing," Sana said beside me.
"Hey, Aaliya, I'm Nash." The blond said, holding out his hand and I shook it. "Hello, Nash."
"Okay boys, let's not fight. There are two of us. Cool down, Nash. The innocence pouring off her has you in heat," Sana said in an annoyed tone. "Come dance with me and I'll show you how naughty girls can satisfy that itch."
Sana had Nash's complete attention now. I covered my mouth to keep from laughing. She was good. Sana winked at me and led Nash out onto the dance floor.
"Some friend you got there. She was offering to take us both on. I explained I wasn't into that kind of thing and she pointed you out. All I could see was that curly hair of yours and I was intrigued," James said handing me a lemon drop.
"Thank you. And yes, Sana is a lot of fun. She brought me out tonight. This is my first time at a place like this."
James nodded his head in Zain's direction. A tall leggy blonde was perched on the edge of our table. I watched as his finger ran up the side of her thigh. Sure didn't take him long.
"That why your friend came out with you tonight?"
James's question reminded me why I was here and I tore my eyes off Zain and the girl's leg.
"Um, uh... something like that."
I put the glass to my lips and drank it down quickly.
"Can we... I mean do you want to dance?" I asked when I put the glass back on the bar.
James stood up to lead me onto the dance floor. Sana was already pressing her body against Nash in ways that should be illegal in public. I was not going to dance like that. I hoped James didn't expect it.
James took my hands and put them around his neck before sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me closer to him. This was nice. Kind of. The music was slow and sexy. Not exactly something I wanted to dance to with a stranger.
"You live around here? I've never seen you in here before," James said lowering his head to my ear so I could hear him.
I shook my head. "I live about forty minutes away and I just moved there. I'm from Alabama."
He grinned. "That explains the southern twang in your voice. I knew it was thicker than any of the locals in this area."
James's hand slipped further down my waist until his fingers were brushing against bottom. This concerned me a little.
"Are you in college?" he asked, his hand sliding an inch lower.
I shook my head, "No. I... uh... work."
I searched the crowd for Sana and didn't see her anywhere. Where had she gone? As much as I hated to I looked over toward the booth to see if Zain was still there. The blonde was now in the booth with him. His eyes and it looked like maybe his lips were on her.
James's hand slipped lower until it was cupping my bottom completely. "Damn girl, your body is incredible," he murmured in my ear.
Red alert. I needed help.
Wait. Since when had I needed help? I hadn't relied on anyone in years.
I didn't need to start acting helpless now. I put both hands on James's chest and pushed him back.
"I need some air and I don't much like strange men gro*ing my as*." I informed him and spun around to head for the exit. I did not want to go back to the booth and watch Zain make out with some girl and I sure didn't want to find another dance partner just yet.
I needed fresh air.
Stepping outside into the darkness I took a deep breath and leaned up against the side of the building. Maybe I wasn't cut out for this kind of thing? Or maybe it was too much too soon.
Either way I needed a breather and a new dance partner. James wasn't gonna work out.
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Chapter Fourteen
"Aaliya?" Zain's concerned tone surprised me and I snapped my eyes open and strained in the darkness to see him walking over toward me.
"Yes," I replied.
"I couldn't find you. Why are you out here? This isn't safe."
I'd had it with his big brother role. I could handle things myself. He needed to back off. "I'm fine. Go back inside and continue your make-out session in our booth." The bitterness in my voice was obvious. It couldn't be helped.
"Why are you out here?" he repeated, slowly taking another step toward me.
"Because I want to be," I replied just as slowly, glaring up at him.
"The party is inside. Isn't that what you wanted? A honky-tonk with men and drinks? You're missing it out here."
"Back off, Zain."
Zain took one more step toward me leaving all but an inch between us. "No. I want to know what happened."
Something in me snapped and I put both hands on his chest and shoved as hard as I could. He barely stumbled back. "You want to know what happened? YOU happened Zain. That's what happened." I stormed around him and stalked toward the dark parking lot.
One strong hand wrapped around my arm stopping me and I jerked hard trying to set myself free but it was no use. Zain had a firm hold on me and he wasn't letting go.
"What does that mean, Aaliya?" he asked, pulling me back up against his chest.
I squirmed against him fighting back the urge to scream. I hated the way the smell of him made my heart race and my body throb. I needed him to stay at a distance. Not rub his warm delicious body all over me.
"Let. Me. Go." I snapped.
"Not until you tell me what your problem is," he replied angrily.
I twisted in his arms but he didn't budge an inch. This was ridiculous. He didn't want to hear what I had to say. That realization made me want to say it. Knowing that what I was going to say would bother him. Mess up his whole friendship idea.
"I don't like seeing you touch other women. And when other men gr*pe my a*s I hate it. I want it to be you touching me there. Wanting to touch me there. But you don't and I have to deal with it. Now, let me go!" I jerked free and ran for his Range Rover. I could hide out there until he was ready to take me home.
Tears stung my eyes and I ran harder. When I reached his vehicle I walked around to the side and leaned back against it closing my eyes. I had just told Zain I wanted him to gr*pe my as*. How stupid could I be? He'd given me my own room. Offered to let me stay there until my dad got home so I could save money and I'd just given him every reason to kick me out.
The locks on the Range Rover clicked and I opened my eyes to see Zain stalking toward me. He was going to take me home and kick me out. He stopped beside me and jerked open the back door. He was putting me in the back. How humiliating.
"Get in or I'll put you in," he growled.
I scrambled into the backseat before he could throw me in. But he didn't slam the door behind me. Instead, he climbed in after me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, just before he pressed me against the seat and covered my mouth with his. I opened to him with one probe from his tongue. The flick of metal in my mouth was exciting. Tonight his minty taste wasn't mixed with something else. I could taste him for hours and never get bored.
Both of his hands found my hips and he shifted me until one leg was up on the seat with my knee bent and my other one still on the floor. He'd spread me open and then settled between me. His mouth left mine and trailed hungry kisses down my neck. He took a small nip of my bare shoulder causing excitement to course through me.
Both his hands found the hem of my shirt. "Take it off," he said as he lifted it over my head and then threw it in the front seat without taking his eyes off my chest.
"I want it all off, sweet Aaliya." He reached behind me with one hand and had my bra unsnapped in less than a second. He pulled it down my arms before throwing it in the front seat with my shirt.
"This is why I tried to stay away. This, Aaliya. I won't be able to stop this. Not now." He lowered his head and pulled a nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it hard and an explosion went off between my legs. I cried out, grabbing his shoulders and holding on.
I watched as he stuck his tongue out and ran the metal barbell over my skin. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.
"Tastes like candy. Girls shouldn't taste so sweet. It's dangerous," he whispered against my skin and ran his nose along my cleavage while inhaling loudly.
"And you smell incredible."
His lips were once again on mine as one of his large hands covered my breast kneading it gently and then tugging on my nipple. I wanted to feel more too. I ran my hands down his chest and slipped them underneath his shirt. I'd stared at his chest enough to know exactly what it looked like.
Now I wanted to know how it felt under my hands. The warm skin that covered his hard muscles was smooth. I ran my fingers over each ripple in his stomach and memorized the feel. I had no promise that this would be more than a one-time event and I wanted it all.
Zain reached back with one arm and pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside then went back to devouring my lips with his. I arched closer to him. I'd never been topless with a guy. I wanted to feel his naked chest against mine. He seemed to know what I wanted and he wrapped me up tightly in his arms and pulled me against him. The wetness from his mouth had left my breast cold but the heat from his skin was shocking.
I cried out and pulled him closer, afraid he'd move away from me. I had what I'd wanted since I'd seen him out of the porch with that girl. It was me whose legs he was between now. This was my fantasy.
"Sweet Aaliya," he whispered, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth and sucking on it.
I shifted underneath him in an attempt to get his hardness pressed between my legs. I was throbbing and I wanted to feel his erection against me. Zain slipped his hand down to caress my knee and then ran it up the inside of my thigh. I let my leg fall open even further needing him to get closer.
The ache was growing and the idea of his hand being near my needy ache made me lightheaded.The moment his finger ran along the silk crot** of my panties I jerked and let out a whimper.
"Easy. I just want to see if it's as f**king sweet down there as the rest of you," Zain said in husky voice. I tried to nod but I couldn't manage anything other than remembering to breathe. I stared into Zain's silver eyes as they took on a smoky glow. He didn't look away from me as his finger slipped inside the lace edges of my panties.
"Zain," I whispered, squeezing his shoulders and holding his gaze.
"Shhh, it's okay," he replied. I wasn't scared. He was trying to ease my fear but there wasn't any. The excitement and need were too much. I needed him to hurry. Something was building inside me and I needed to reach it. The clawing ache was growing.
Zain buried his head in my neck and let out a long heavy sigh.
"This is too f**king much," he groaned. I started to open my mouth and beg him not to stop. I needed him. I needed that release I knew was coming.
His finger slid over my wetness and my toes curled as my body buckled uncontrollably. Then his finger slid inside. Slowly. I froze, afraid of what this would feel like. The thickness of his finger eased in further and I wanted to grab his hand and push it in harder. This was good. Too good.
"Sh*t. Mother fu**ing hell. Wet, hot... so f**king hot. And Jesus you're so tight." Zain's breathing had gotten heavier against my neck as he said things to me that only excited me more. The naughtier his words were the more my body responded.
"Zain. Please," I begged, fighting the urge to grab his hand and force him to bring me relief from the throbbing underneath his touch. "I need..." I didn't know what I needed. I just needed.
Zain lifted his head and ran his nose up my neck then pressed a kiss to my chin. "I know what you need. I'm just not sure I can handle watching you get it. You've got me all kinds of worked up, girl. I'm trying hard to be a good boy. I can't lose control in the back of a damn car."
I shook my head. He couldn't' stop. I didn't want him to be good. I wanted him inside me.
Now. "Please, don't be good. Please," I begged.
Zain let out a rugged breath, "Sh*t, baby. Stop it. I'm going to explode. I'll give you your release but when I finally bury myself inside you for the first time you won't be sprawled in the back of my car. You'll be in my bed."
His hand moved before I could respond and my eyes rolled back in my head. That's it. Come for me, sweet Aaliya. Come on my hand and let me feel it. I want to watch you." His words sent me spiraling over the edge of the cliff I'd been trying so hard to reach.
"ZAAAIN!" I heard the loud cry that came from me as I went falling into complete bliss. I knew I was crying for him, screaming out his name and maybe even clawing at him but I could no longer control myself. The ecstasy was too much.
"Ahhh, yeah. That's it. F**k yes. You're so beautiful." Zain's words washed over me but they felt so far away. I was limp and gasping for air when my senses came back to me.
I forced my eyelids back so I could see if I'd mauled Zain in my wild reaction to what I knew was my very first orgasm. I'd heard enough about them but I'd never been able to make myself have one. I'd sure tried a few times but I didn't have the imagination for it. After tonight, I had a feeling that issue would no longer be a problem. Zain had just given me enough material to work with and he still had his jeans on.
I looked up at Zain who was staring down at me with his finger in his mouth. It took a moment to register exactly what that finger was. The shocked gasp following my realization only made Zain chuckle as he pulled it out of his mouth and grinned. "I was right. You're just as sweet in that hot little pu**y of yours as you are everywhere else."
If I wasn't so spent I'd have blushed. All I could do was close my eyes back tightly. Zain laughed louder.
"Oh come on, sweet Aaliya. You just came wild and sexy all over my hand and even left some claw marks on my back to prove it. Don't go getting shy on me now. Cause baby, before the night is over you will be naked in my bed."
I peered up at him, hoping I'd just heard him correctly. I wanted more of this. Much more.
"Let me get you dressed then I'll go find Sana and see if she needs a ride or if she found a cowboy to take her home."
I stretched and then managed a nod. "Okay."
"If I wasn't hard as a damn rock right now I'd consider staying right here and enjoying the sleepy little pleased look in your eyes. I like knowing I put it there. But I need some more."
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