So I’m going to put Casey out of my mind, and I’m going to enjoy my last few nights here on the coast. Starting right about now as my gaze flicks to the headlights in my rearview mirror of the car that’s traveling behind me, which I happen to know holds a beautiful woman that would be easy enough for me to fuck Casey right out of my memories.
This evening is taking an interesting turn of events. After po’ boys and a few beers, Kyle was lip-locked with Jenny and I was half expecting he’d drag her into the bathroom to fuck her again. He surprised me, however, when he suggested we head back to Nags Head because he wanted to meet up with Andrea at The Last Call for a few beers.
This idea was fine by me. I had no clue if I’d see Casey there or not, but after what Kyle had told me, I wasn’t all that keen to see her again but I could definitely ignore her if need be.
Okay, that was a fat fucking lie too. I wanted to see her again. I wanted to fuck her again. I wanted to ask her why she was the way she was, and after she told me, I’m sure I’d want to fuck her again after that.
However, that scenario is probably not going to happen, because as we were finishing up our last beer, a friend of Jenny’s rolled into the bar. Her name is Mallory, and she’s hot. Just hot enough that I can keep my mind preoccupied with something other than Goldie, and Mallory made no bones about being interested in me. This I knew from the way she sat next to me and rested her hand on my thigh. Or the way she giggled and twirled her hair while sucking on her bottom lip when I talked to her. Or, it could even be the way in which she point blank told me that she wanted to fuck me. Yeah, that made it kind of clear.
The next thing I knew, Kyle and I were back on our bikes and Jenny and Mallory were following us to The Last Call in Jenny’s car, where I may or may not run into Casey, who may or may not be a good thing or a bad thing, but who most definitely is someone I should stay away from.
We pull into the gravel parking lot, and I can’t help the way my eyes quickly scan the lot until they land on the exact thing I’m looking for.
A teal-blue Jeep.
After I park my bike and dismount, I take a quick peek at my watch and see it’s closing in on six PM, which is exactly when Casey’s shift ended the other night. Part of me considers leaving, staying away for a bit, and giving Casey a chance to leave the bar. Another part of me wants to see her immediately… like right now, to prove to myself that I can give her a glance and not need anything further from her.
And the slightly vindictive part of me… that small part inside of me that actually might be filled with some measure of womanly estrogen, hell bent on making someone jealous, wants to head inside with Mallory on my arm and let Casey Markham know that she’s as easily forgotten as I was the other night.
I contemplate my options while Jenny and Mallory exit the car that’s parked beside our bikes.
Thirty seconds later, I’m walking through the bar with my arm around Mallory’s waist.
Chapter 7
Casey
I stare out at the crowd listlessly. It’s pretty packed for a Wednesday night, but then again, the summer season is upon us and it will only continue to get busier while the months get hotter.
“Can I get another beer, Casey?” Roy asks as he slides a five-dollar bill toward me.
“Sure thing,” I say absently and trudge over to the taps. Pouring the beer, I watch the foam head rise as the golden ale swirls below, round and round, stuck in the same place. I realize my life can be boiled down to this moment… to watching the futility of ale stagnating while foam rises.
Turning the tap off, I slide the beer over to Roy. He gives me a toothless smile and says, “Why so sad, Casey? Had your heart broken?”
I snort and shake my head at him. “Gotta have a heart to break, Roy. I don’t think I have one of those.”
Before he can lay any pearls of wisdom at my feet, I turn away and meander over to the register. The clock on the digital display says I can get out of here in five more minutes and then I can go home, put on my rattiest of pajamas, and crawl into bed like I have every night for the past four nights, where I can stare out my window and reflect on how fucked up I’m feeling.
Over Tenn.
Over that amazingly gorgeous biker who smiles like a saint and fucks like the devil.
For all I know, he’s not even around anymore. And let’s face it… I don’t know much. I only know that I gave in to my base desires to have the man, and then he systematically managed to dismantle me in just a few hours’ time.
God… the man made me come again… for the fifth time with just a few hard strokes inside of me and even as I was coming down off my high, I knew I wanted him again and again. He pulled up on my hips, practically lifting my feet from the floor as his entire body lurched into me over and over again, hitting me so deep… hitting me in such a remote place, that I knew I’d never be the same again.
When he came, he did it with the force of a hurricane, throwing his head back and roaring out his release. The noise… the noise of his pleasure struck at me hard, because never in all my sexual years have I heard a man orgasm like that. I literally felt his release in my ears, and I stared at his reflection in wonder of it all.
When he leaned over me and wrapped his arms around my chest, pulling me up straight so he could hug me from behind, all while his cock was still hard within me, I felt something within me crack. And then he laid his chin on my shoulder and whispered, “Christ, Goldie. I’m ruined.”