Page 2 of Just One Promise (The Carter Brothers 3)
While we wait for the bartender to acknowledge Heath and to take our order, he asks, “Where are you from?”
“Whiskey Creek, how about yourself?”
“There’s no place like home, I was raised here. Never really left, and now it’s the place I call my own,” he winks, and then the bartender comes up to Heath, so he can place our order.
It only takes a few minutes, I go to pull some cash out of the pocket of my sundress, but before I can offer to pay Heath takes care of it.
“Can I at least leave a tip?” I offer, my head tipped up and way back to look at him.
“Already taken care of, want to drink these outside?” he replies.
“That might be a good idea,” he leads the way to the outdoor sitting area. All I can think of with his hand back in my own is if I’m dreaming, please don’t wake me up.
3
Heath
We make our way outside, both of us instantly cooling down with the soft ocean breeze. I don’t let her go, not for one damn second. Hair the color of wheat fields, hanging down straight, no wave, no curl, just naturally hers.
She’s biting her bottom lip, it makes me want to know what she tastes like, is she sweet like chocolate when it melts on your tongue or savory like the perfect flavor of sweetness with a slight saltiness? My mouth waters thinking about the how she will taste when I get my mouth on her. Her eyes darken when she notices my eyes are roving over not only her face but her whole body.
She’s wearing a flimsy sundress, showing the outlines of her curves, the fullness in her breasts, the way her waist tapers down into lush hips.
Hips I want in my hands, right here and now. I take the opportunity to get close to her again, her sharp intake of breath tells me Audrey likes my hard body against the softness her curves provide.
“I’m going to kiss you now,” my voice doesn’t even sound like my own, it’s deeper, huskier than ever.
“Okay,” Audrey breathes out.
My hand that’s not occupied by my drink grasps her hip, pulling her in even closer, my lips find the side of her mouth, not wanting to go at her the way I feel right now. It would be rough, and from the look she has, she’d take whatever I had to give. I’m holding back though, barely.
Moving slowly, my lips find hers. That lip she was biting down on is mine, now mine to bite and lap at.
I place my beer down on a random table, my hand on her hip moves to her lush ass, kneading it, my fingers grasp her. Feeling just how great it is. Finding her hair, I clutch it. My mouth takes possession of hers, I tried to hold back but once she allowed me entrance and her tongue tangled with mine, nothing could stop me.
Her hands skate beneath my shirt, her nails digging into my flesh, we’re both yearning for more, too fucking bad we’re outside where I can’t take her up against the wall like I so badly want to.
Fighting against my own body, I slowly pull away from her. Audrey does the unexpected though, she leans up into me, and finds my mouth again.
Letting Audrey have her way, I let her take over. But, only for a moment, when our kiss ends, her body sways, and I have to help steady her.
“Holy shit,” Audrey blurts out, a redness taking over her face as she realizes what she said out loud.
“Yeah, baby. Holy shit is right,” I respond with a smile on my face.
“Can we dance some more?” Audrey asks.
“We can do whatever you want,” I mumble.
This time she takes my hand and leads me back inside to the dance floor. The view I get has me trying to calm my dick down. Legs that are shapely, her dress swishing as her hips move, and an ass that makes me want to get on my knees and praise it.
“Fuck,” I groan, her head whips back to me and there’s a sparkle in her eyes. This night, it’s going to be the best one ever.
4
Audrey
Heath’s lips on mine, pillowy soft and dominant all at the same time, I loved every single moment. Breaking apart from him sucked, but getting him on the dance floor, having him near me again, it’s my only goal right now.
We walk back into the bar and a new song that I’m in love with starts playing. My back is to Heath’s front, my hands above my head, I wrap them around the nape of his neck. Our hips rock back and forth together.
I’m surrounded by him, his energy, his scent, his body. He smells crisp, and clean, he feels like home, a home I haven’t had in many years.
