The XOXO New Adult Collection: 16 Full Length New Adult Stories (97 page)

“Yeah, she died like Bambi’s mom died.”

I swallowed hard, “Yes, Baby, she died like Bambi’s mom...kinda. But remember Bambi never saw his mommy again?”

“Ye...yes,” she said, her cornflower blue eyes scanning between the three of us.

“You won’t see mommy again, like Bambi didn’t see his mommy again,” I repeated.

I didn’t know what to expect after we finally told Cheyenne that Dana died. It took her a while to process it, and after a few days, it finally hit her. My mom stayed with us for a few weeks to help with our loss, but my dad had to return to work in New York. As I drove around town, trying to go about my life while my first love was looking down from above, the memories of Dana surrounded me.

I saw her everywhere. I saw her at the diner I took her to after my first Varsity baseball game when we first started dating in high school. I saw her at the park across from my old house where we would go to make-out without my parents catching us. Hell, even Target reminded me of her; she loved that store. Everything reminded me of her.

Even though Dana and I were going through a divorce at the time of her death, I still loved her, she was my first love—my
only
love—and the mother of my daughter. One day, I thought to myself that she was haunting me by making me
see
her everywhere. I needed to move. So I packed Cheyenne up, and we moved from Long Beach to New York to be by my parents and start our new life.

My parents moved to New York after I graduated high school and married Dana. My dad took a good job offer from a major bank in the city. I didn’t have any brothers or sisters, and since Dana and I had married and were living together, my parents did what was best for them.

That is what I did when I moved to New York. I did what was best for me and Cheyenne. When Avery moved to the city, we opened our bar with the little savings I had stashed away from doing gigs and Avery’s money he had saved from working as a manager at a major clothing chain. I was shocked to learn how much he made. I had no idea, but he worked long hours and was never home, so he saved most of his money.

Avery wanted a change, and as I said, Cheyenne and I needed him, too. Now both of our pasts are ancient history. I’m not modeling that often anymore, but I still pick up a gig here and there, but it was nothing like I was doing before I moved to New York. Now I mainly picked up the gigs to make a little extra cash to spoil my Peanut and to pay Avery back. Avery owned sixty percent of Halo, and I was determined to get it to fifty-fifty. We were equals on our business agreement; I just needed to make it right by paying him back.

“Do you want to wait around until I get off work?” I asked the blonde, already knowing that she probably wouldn’t want to wait around, and honestly, I didn’t want her. I wanted the brunette who wasn’t giving me the time of day–the one I kept watching. I had a soft spot for brunettes.

“Will you buy me a drink?” she asked, batting her fake eyelashes.

“Can’t. Boss won’t let me, and I don’t want to get fired.”

If she were the brunette, I wouldn’t hesitate. I could also tell that the blonde just wanted a free drink now that she knew she wasn’t going to wait for me to get off work.

“Really? How will they know?” she slurred, her large boobs almost falling out of her strapless dress as she leaned on the bar. My eyes of course looked down out of instinct.

“See that camera up there?” I pointed to the black dome that covered the security camera. “Big brother’s watching.”

So, that wasn’t true. I was Big Brother, and I could tell that if she knew I owned the joint, she would want more than one drink out of me.

“Oh...” she said, trailing off as her friend walked up, effectively distracting her.

I made my exit and headed over to my challenge of the night. The challenge who I knew would cave before leaving. The challenge who really didn’t know I existed other than that I poured her drinks. There was a line of people waiting to order drinks, but I knew my other bartenders would get to them eventually.

“Want another?” I asked the brunette, pointing to the half empty lemon drop in her hand.

Usually, I could care less if someone in particular wanted another drink. The bar was packed, people waiting to get their drinks, but the brunette was positioned at the corner of the bar, not letting anyone move her out of the way.

“Not right now, thanks,” she said, scanning the room and licking some of the sugar from the rim.

I could think of something else I wanted her to lick.

I finally helped other patrons while I contemplated my next move. When I wanted something, I was determined to get it. And well, I wanted her. There was something about the way she played with the ends of her hair that cascaded passed her shoulders over her black turtleneck style halter-top. The way her skin was illuminated from the light of the bar and dance floor, and the way her tongue circled the rim of her martini glass, licking up the sweet specks of sugar.

My eyes scanned the room with hers, looking for whatever or whomever she was searching for. I saw nothing but people dancing. After a few more minutes, she set her empty martini glass on the bar, which she leaned against backwards, still looking out at the people dancing under the multi-colored lights that played across their sweaty bodies.

“Come dance with us, Anessa,” I heard someone shout from my left. I turned to see one of the brunette’s friends talking to her and trying to tug her out on the dance floor.

“I don’t dance,” she said shouting back, stepping out of her friend’s grasp.

I filled my order of Jack and
Coke
, grabbed a few bottles of
Coors Light
from the cooler, and tried to listen to Anessa and her friend talk without being too obvious. I needed to find out how to get her. I wasn’t looking to go home with her; I just really wanted to see her ruby red lips wrapped around my cock.

“Well, have another drink, get loose and come dance,” her friend continued to shout at her over the music.

I peeked up from washing a couple of glasses below the bar, making eye contact with the loud-mouthed friend of Anessa’s.

“Hey! Can we get another lemon drop and a vodka cranberry?” she screamed, not caring that I was
busy
.

I made my way closer, pretending I wasn’t eavesdropping. “That will be twenty two dollars,” I yelled back at the friend so she could hear me over the loud music. “You want sugar on the rim again, Babe?” I asked, pointing at Anessa with a wink. Of course she wanted sugar on the rim. She was making out with her martini glass ten minutes ago.

“Yeah,” she replied, licking her lips as if she still had sugar on them.

I groaned as I watched her.
That fucking mouth
.

“I’m going back out there, Ness, and if you don’t get your ass out there after you finish your drink, I’m pulling your ass out there myself.”

I placed the two drinks on the bar, collected their money and my tip.

“Just go. I’m having fun here watching you all dance. I’m fine. Go, go,” Anessa said as she shooed her friend away.

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” I said, counting the money, trying to stall so I could still eavesdrop.

Her friend paused then rolled her eyes. “I’m serious,” she said, walking back to the dance floor, looking at me as if I was crazy.

After I put Anessa’s money in the cash register and my tip in the jar, I told my other bartender, Elizabeth—or Bethy as we called her—that I was going on break. You’re probably wondering if Bethy and I have ever hooked up since she’s a girl. To answer your question—yes. But just once. It was mutual and much needed after a stressful night dealing with drunk people and jealous boyfriends and girlfriends.

Avery had been telling me for years that I was hooking up with random chicks just to fill a void. I’m not sure what that void was since Dana and I were already in the process of getting divorced before she passed—divorced because I cheated on her with a handful of chicks. I was sure there was no void. I just liked the feel of my cock being sucked. Each girl had a different technique, and I had yet to find the next right one to do it every day.

Who was I kidding? I wasn’t looking for the next Mrs. Crawford. I was fine with not being with anyone. Sure, I dated a few women, but none were the right one to introduce to Cheyenne, so I was content putting on my charm to hook-up with women on Friday and Saturday nights...and sometimes on Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Thursdays when Cheyenne was at school and chicks came into the bar on their lunch breaks.

You’re probably thinking that I’m some sort of jerk and should be thinking of my daughter at home. My daughter doesn’t know what I do while she is sleeping or at school, and I’m careful—most of these women just blow me.

“Why don’t you dance?” I asked when Anessa looked back at the bar.

“Just not my thing,” she shrugged. “This drink’s really good, by the way.”

“Thanks,” I replied as I watched her lick the sugar again, my cock stiffening in my jeans. “Well, I’m going on my break. Want to step out and smoke with me?”

“I don’t smoke,” she said, wrinkling her nose.

“Neither do I. Want to at least get some fresh air?”

I really don’t smoke. That shit will kill you.

Anessa looked at me curiously then shrugged. “Sure.”

I led her to the back door where the employees took their smoke breaks and got fresh air. It had just snowed an inch, and as I spoke, I saw my warm breath turn to smoke in front of me. “Shit, you’re probably freezing.”

“I’m good. This actually feels nice. It’s so hot in there.”

“Yeah, it gets that way when it’s packed like sardines,” I said, turning on my smile that most women couldn’t resist.

“How long have you worked here?” she asked, leaning against the brick building.

Anessa had on a sequined black miniskirt with a black turtleneck style halter-top and black “fuck me” heels. My mouth watered as I scanned her long legs that were begging to be draped over my shoulders as I licked her warm pussy.

“Since it opened. It’s been about two years now.”

“That’s cool,” she said, looking out to the parking lot like she was a little uncomfortable with small talk.

“Is this your first time coming to Halo?”

“Yeah, my friends dragged me out,” she admitted with a wry smile, her eyes returning to mine.

“Not much of a partier?”

“Not anymore. I...I just broke up with my boyfriend.”

“Ah, so they brought you out to let loose?” I asked, smiling at her again.

“Something like that,” she agreed, smiling in response.

I stepped closer to her, ready to make my move since I didn’t have a lot of time to waste. The bar was packed, and I liked having three bartenders at the bar, but I needed to fulfill my conquest. “You smell good,” I said, nuzzling my nose against her neck.

Anessa laughed. “Is that the best line you’ve got?”

“It’s not a line. You really do smell good.”

She really did.

“Thanks,” she said, blushing and shivering a little beneath me.

“What is it?”

“Delicious by DKNY.”

“I bet you are,” I said, nuzzling her neck again as I took a slight whiff.

She turned her head allowing me to sniff easier. “Is
that
your best line?”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe a little,” she replied, our bodies flush with each other. I was growing hard in my jeans again, aching for her touch.

I could feel the heat radiating from her center against my thigh, as if it was my own personal heater in the cold winter night as it pressed between her parted legs. Leaning back, I looked into her espresso brown eyes, working down to her lips. “I bet you taste like that sugar you were licking off the rim of your glass.”

“Maybe you sho...”

I was right. Sugar still laced her lips as I crushed my mouth into hers, tasting the citron vodka on her tongue and the sweet sugar crystals lingering in her mouth. The kiss started slow, our tongues gently stroking, tasting each other. My right hand wrapped around her nape, pushing her back as I cushioned her body with my left arm against the brick wall.

A low moan rose from her chest as I devoured her mouth with greed, licking into it and sucking on her tongue more fiercely. She hooked her left leg against my hip, exposing her center under her short skirt, making it clear that she wanted it to be touched as she continued to moan, her hands fisting in my sun-kissed, finger-length dark blonde hair as I ground my hips lightly against her mound.

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said, pushing against my black t-shirt covered chest. “I shouldn’t do this.”

“Shouldn’t or can’t?” I asked, keeping her leg hooked on my right side.

“Can’t—shouldn’t, fuck I don’t know,” she said, trying to pull her leg from my grasp. I didn’t let go. “I don’t even know you, and I just broke up with my boyfriend.” Her head fell back slightly, and she looked like she was talking to herself in her head.

“You’re single. I don’t see the problem.” I leaned in to capture her lips once more.

Turning her head so I couldn’t kiss her, she continued to protest. “I know, but I don’t know you.”

“Babe, why did you come to the bar?”

“Not to hook-up with a stranger,” she said, laughing sarcastically.

“Okay, but you came to have a good time, right?”

She nodded.

“And you weren’t having a good time, so when I asked you to get some air with me, you said ‘yes’.”

“Yeah, but...”

“And we were just having a good time.”

“Yeah, but I’m not
that
kinda girl.”

“Alright, well then, my break’s over. Want another drink?” I asked, dropping her leg and adjusting myself.

She didn’t reply right away as I walked the few feet to the wooden door of the bar. I gestured for her to follow and she did. I didn’t have time to fuck around with chicks that were being difficult. She clearly wanted me—I could feel it in her kiss—but I could also find another chick if I wanted to.

I grabbed her hand to lead her down the fluorescent-lit hallway, passing a line of people waiting for the restrooms.