Savor Me(2)

"Lacey, you little whore." She reaches forward immediately on the attack.

Luckily, after the last few years, I'm skilled at avoiding her bitchiness. I quickly step to the left as she topples over forward, narrowly missing the sevens. There is no question that she is drunk. Hell, she's always drunk.

I take three giant steps back into the wall. Only it's not a wall at all—it's Hunter f*cking Coy.

"You okay, sugar?” He looks down at me with a smirk.

"I've got to get out of here." I speed walk away as fast as my four-inch heels will allow. When I find Lydia, she is trying to ignore some guy she wouldn't even let refill her gas tank if she were stranded on the side of the road. "We need to leave. Abby is here."

The sevens once again find me. I can't tell if they are dueling dicks to see who will get me in bed or if they are actually interested in sharing me tonight. That alone might bump them up to eights.

I let out a frustrated sigh. "Jesus, leave me alone! Can you not see I am in full drama mode? This is not going to end positively for y'all if you keep following me. I'll catch you some other night."

"Did you f*ck these two also?" I hear Abby yell as she stumbles in my direction.

I quickly turn my attention to her and shout, "Quit being such a f*cking cunt!" I have no qualms about telling Abby what I think of her. She is always embarrassing me. I need to get out of here before she starts airing all my slutty laundry like she usually does.

"A cunt? Are you kidding me?" She lunges for me, but luckily she's caught around the waist by a muscular arm.

My eyes flash up in silent gratitude—and also to figure out who I will later owe a blowjob—when I find humor-filled dark eyes. Strike whatever I said earlier. Hunter Coy is my new worst enemy. Well, not really. He is actually an orgasm in cowboy boots, but right now, I both love him and hate him. Sure, he’s holding my sister back, but he is laughing while he is doing it. Asshole.

"I'm leaving," I say to Lydia as she smirks at Abby, who’s trying to fight her way towards me. If it weren't so f*cking embarrassing watching her flail around Hunter’s arm, I would admit that this whole situation is funny too.

I haul ass out the front door. It’s barely even ten p.m. and I'm already on my way home. This night f*cking blows. As I'm digging through my bra to try to find my solo car key, I hear the sounds of the gravel crushing beneath someone’s feet.

"Sugar?" I hear the rasp from behind me.

Fuck my life with a huge pink dildo. "What?" I spin around, ready to unleash the brunt of my anger on him. I'm annoyed, pissed off, and—worst of all—sober. "What the f*ck do you want? Do you need another laugh? Or maybe another opportunity to judge me?" I throw both arms out to the side and spin in a circle. "Well here I am! Now, if you will leave me the hell alone, I need to go home before my crazy-ass sister follows me out here too!" And just because God hates me, Abby chooses this exact moment to come bursting out the bar’s double doors.

"Let's go!" Hunter grabs my hand, dragging me into the side parking lot.

"What the hell are you doing?" I whisper-yell, but I'm way more willing to follow him than I am to face my sister again.

"I'm getting you out of here." He continues to sneak through the parking lot, pulling me behind him.

He stops beside a brand-spanking-new pickup truck. It's typical redneck in the sense that it’s jacked up with huge mud tires, but not many boys around here can afford something this nice. Oh yeah, this guy is definitely overcompensating for something. And since he is sexy as sin, I'm going to assume he is lacking in the pants.

He swings open the door, revealing an immaculate interior. Everything is top of the line, from the leathers seat to the built-in navigation, right down to the custom stereo system.

"Jesus, how small is your dick?" I ask, climbing inside.

"Well, I haven't exactly measured it, but I'd be happy to let you take a peek if you'd like."

"Would I need tweezers and a magnifying glass to see it?" I ask, causing him let out a loud laugh.

"You know, if I wasn't helping you escape your whack-job sister, I might be offended right now."

"Shit, you’re right. Get me out of here, and I'll insult your package somewhere else."

"Now how can a man turn down an offer like that?" He climbs into the truck and drives out of the parking lot.





"WHERE ARE WE GOING?" I ask Hunter after a few minutes of driving. I live in a small town, where crime is predominately limited to cattle theft, but it's not completely impossible that this man is a country psychopath who is going to take me into the woods and kill me.

"Where do you want to go?" He smiles over at me without taking his eyes off the road.

"Can you just take me home? I live just off Montgomery Street. I'll get Lydia to take me back for my car tomorrow."

"No problem, sugar."

I internally groan at his ridiculous term of endearment. "Thanks, Gramps."

He laughs. "Speaking of, you never answered my question. How old are you?"

"Twenty-two."

"Really? You look like a kid! I'm going to need to see some ID, and I'm not talking about the fake one you use to get into bars."