Chapter 2: Hard to Get


It seemed as if fate stepped in and dealt me a hand that Friday night. Pam had called at the last minute to see if I would be willing to fill in behind the bar. As a co-owner, and mostly silent partner, I didn’t do much for the business. I helped with the major decisions in the business but it was mostly Pam’s baby. That, right there, was part of the problem. Pam thought with her dick when she was hiring employees. Felicia was a sweet girl but not horribly reliable. The good thing was that she’d brought a bit of a following with her when she started tending the bar. What she lacked in reliability she made up for in profits which was the only reason I didn’t push for Pam to fire her.

But this would be the last time I’d take a shift behind the bar for her. I would be starting teaching on Monday and hanging out in a bar all the time wouldn’t be a good idea. Adult or not, it just wasn’t kosher, in my opinion. I’d moved up to help Pam get the business off the ground but since I had absolutely no intention of actually working at the bar full-time, I’d started applying for teaching positions the previous spring. I’d ended up with offers from two different districts but I ultimately chose the one I did because they were looking for a new basketball coach.

Yes, I realize it’s a bit cliché for a man of my height to be playing basketball but I loved the sport. It balanced skill and luck in a way that forever blew my mind. I’d never really wanted to play professionally. Not that I wasn’t good, because I was. I’d gotten a scholarship to Duke thanks to my skills on the court. I’d played well and it had earned me a place on a team that ended up winning March Madness back in 2001 when I was a senior. It had been one hell of a victory. I’d been scouted but I had no interest in going pro, much to the disappointment of my coaches, team mates and even the scouts. I was in it for the game and not the money or the celebrity. I just wanted to play and I wanted to enjoy it. I wanted to coach other kids who loved the game just as much as I did. Still, it was nice to know that I had the option if I wanted it.

So I ended up accepting an offer from a school just outside of Chicago, not too far from O’Hare airport. The bar was a few blocks away from the high school in a large strip mall home to a Jewel, K-Mart, the town’s public library and a few other little shops. It was a pretty nice area. I’d spent most of the summer adjusting to the house I’d bought, which was the halfway point between the high school and the bar. It was a little too close to the local Metra station for my liking, but it was a brand new house. The windows were soundproofed and since there were so many other noises to get used to the train was only inconvenient when it was a freighter in the middle of the night.

The trains could be relentless. I’d been stuck by one several times and I often worried I’d be late in the morning as a result. I’d been hearing horror stories about them since I moved in. Still, I liked a challenge and quickly learned the streets so I could get around the train in a hurry if I needed to. So it was after sitting in wait for a train to crawl by, only for another to approach from the opposite direction, when I lost my patience. I maneuvered my Corvette and flew down the necessary side streets to get around the train. I should have just gone down Mannheim in the first place.

I pulled into the parking lot at the bar ten minutes late. Pam was dressed primly and perched on a stool while waiting for me. She arched an eyebrow my way and I gave her a look that told her I wasn’t in the mood for her snark. Usually I enjoyed that about Pam but I was pissed off about the train. I hated being late. It threw me off.

“About time.” My warning went unheeded.

“Stowe it, Pamela.” I said in an icy tone that made her chortle.

“Don’t have a stroke. There’s almost no one here. It’s early.” She waved it off.

It was early. In fact it was just after six. But I knew the after work crowd would be hitting us up soon enough. By seven, we were busy. By seven thirty, we were slammed. By eight, I was wondering why I had ever agreed to help Pam in the first place. My eight thirty, I had been molested by several girls who were probably ten years my junior. By nine, I just felt dirty and used. Pam stayed right at her perch with the occasional walk to the door to make sure there was no trouble with security.

A teenage girl had just tried to get in with her sister’s ID. Pam confiscated it and promised to mail it back to her house. The girl left in tears, begging and pleading with Pam to just let her leave. Ha! The girl was lucky Pam didn’t haul her into the office and make her wait for her parents to come pick her up.

“You’re getting soft, Pam.” I teased her when there was a slight lull behind the bar.

“Speaking of soft, that redhead over there has been eying you since the second she parked her nicely Prada’d ass on that stool.” Pam jutted her chin in the woman’s direction.

I knew who she was referring to and I wasn’t interested. She lived next door and had come up with several reasons to knock on my door. First she said she’d locked herself out. Fine, I let her use my phone. Then she told me she thought there might be a gas leak. Yet another time she wanted help putting together some bookshelves she’d bought. I was all for being neighborly but I had no interest in being that woman’s handy man. The last straw was when she showed up at my door late at night wearing nothing more than a towel. She was wet and had soap in her hair.

“I ran out of hot water.” She didn’t even try to look ashamed of herself.

“Sucks to be you.” Was my reply and I closed the door in her face. Rude? Yes, absolutely. You’ll get no argument out of me. But I knew what she would try to make happen if I let her in and I wasn’t having any of that shit.

The downside to my closing the door in her face was that she assumed I was simply playing hard to get. As if I didn’t already know she was trouble, Jeter, my Boxer- and a kick ass guard dog- growled and snapped at her every time she came around. I loved that damn dog. She would glare at him and once I’m pretty sure she tried to kick him. Good thing she didn’t because if she had, she would have had a one way ticket over the railing of my second story deck.

“Mmmm…” Pam perked up suddenly, her eyes glazing over just the littlest bit. “Now that’s more my flavor.” Her eyes darted to the right.

I glanced over where she was looking and my eyes landed on a curvy blond woman looking all sorts of nervous. Her hair curled around her shoulders. Her eyes were wide as saucers. She was tan and looked even darker when the black lights hit her. She was wearing a white skirt that glowed under the lights. The light material hugged her hips and stopped just below her knees. She wore a simple tank top that didn’t show off too much cleavage which, based on her profile when she turned, wasn’t something easily concealed. Her fingers grasped at the material of her skirt as she looked around for something.

“Do you see what I see?” Pam nudged me.

I didn’t know if we were looking at the same woman but I sure as hell hoped not. I looked away from the beautiful blond before she caught me staring at her. I chanced a second glance in her direction to see that there was a taller brunette whispering in her ear and pointing in my direction. Pam leaned over the bar and said something about loving soccer mom tail that just made me want to puke. I closed my eyes and tried to find my center of gravity and maybe a little bit of my dignity.

“Buy her a drink, numb nuts.” Pam glared at me.

“What?” I had totally zoned out.

“The blond you were drooling over is waiting for service. You should go service her.” Pam smirked.

I wanted to, if the twitching in my jeans was any indication. Shit. Be a professional, Eric. I shook my head at Pam and held up a hand to stop her from talking anymore when she launched into some bizarre fantasy involving the soccer mom the Blond Goddess was traveling with. I sauntered over to her acutely aware of how nervous I was to talk to her, which was new. I didn’t get nervous when talking to women. I had never been the nervous type. This girl, however, was different. I could tell being an arrogant prick wouldn’t work with her.

When she looked me in the eyes and asked me for a Screaming Orgasm in her lilted southern drawl, I almost had one myself. I did a double take, mentally, and wondered if I’d really just heard her correctly. I realized, after a few vivid flashes of all the ways I could make that possible, that she was probably asking for a shot. Fuck me.

“That can be arranged.” Yep, I actually said it like a cocky bastard. She blushed about a ten shades of red, which was too cute for words. It was nice to see a girl with a shred or two of modesty. There didn’t seem to be too many of them left. Not that modesty and I were really on a first name basis, but I liked it in a girl. The Blond Goddess definitely had it.

She surprised me by saying, “In that case, make it a double.” Her blush increased.

From that point on, the Blond Goddess proved to be a series of surprises to me. There was a sweetness to her that was completely innocent. Nothing about her was conniving or assuming. It was obvious to me that she hadn’t come into the bar looking for a hookup, much less to score with the bartender like so many women did. It just so happened that we were in the right place at the right time.

Taking a body shot from her cleavage was completely unexpected but I didn’t complain. She’d put the shot glass in there herself, daring me to take it with her beautiful blue eyes. I was actually nervous to get that close to her. I didn’t even know her name and I had my face dangerously close to her breasts. She stopped breathing when I bent to get the shot to tequila and didn’t start again until I’d finished with the lime wedge almost a minute later.

When she said in a very sultry voice, “I’ll have that Screaming Orgasm now.” For the second time in less than ten minutes, I nearly had one myself. I groaned and then went to get the shots I’d mixed for her.

I was sorry to see her walk away and made no apologies for watching her walk over to her friend, who had claimed a table on the other side of the bar. They two women bowed their heads together with the soccer mom doing most of the talking. The Blond Goddess threw her head back to laugh and I was angry that the fucking music was so loud I couldn’t hear it. She hadn’t let loose enough for me to hear that sound when she was closer. Then a guy walked up to their table that she quickly threw her arms around.

Fuck. She had a boyfriend. Of course she had a boyfriend. But wait! If she had a boyfriend then why was she inviting strange men to drink tequila out of her cleavage? If she had a boyfriend, fucker was about to get his walking papers. But then the guy she hugged moved over to soccer mom and he laid one on her. I felt my heart slow down just for a second at the realization that the guy was probably soccer mom’s boyfriend, but then it felt like my heart was trying to bust right out of my chest at the realization that my Blond Goddess might be unattached after all.

A look at Pam told me she was disappointed that her candy was already claimed. I walked over to her and put a consoling hand on her shoulder. “Don’t patronize me, Northman.”

“It’s a tough loss.” I deadpanned. Pam was not amused, but then the wheels in her head starting turning and she lit up.

“It is. So tell me about the breasts on that one.” She pointed right at the Blond Goddess, who just happened to look our way at that moment.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I stared at her.

“Fuck yeah, I would.” I sometimes wondered if they did a character study on Pam when they created Stifler for the American Pie movies.

I got back to work and lost myself in pouring drinks and chatting with other customers. I’d look over at the Blond Goddess from time to time but I didn’t get another good look at her until she approached the bar again. We drank more tequila and I even managed to sneak out from behind the bar to catch her on the dance floor. God, could she move. There was such a seductive sway to her hips. I wasn’t much for the loud bass of the club music pounding through the speakers but I could be converted if it meant watching her move the way she was.

After one dance I tugged her out the front doors so I could talk to her without screaming in her ear. The bar was ridiculously crowded and loud and I needed some fresh air anyway. Her hand in mine felt like it belonged there. Once we were outside we realized that while it was quieter, it wasn’t any cooler. The humidity would have been a bigger bitch to deal with if I hadn’t spent four years on the east coast while in college.

“Thank you for getting me out of there. I needed a minute.” She smiled at me, her drawl a little more noticeable now that she was mildly intoxicated.

“No problem. It gets a little overwhelming after a while.” I agreed with her. “I’m Eric, by the way.”

“Sookie.” She smiled. Interesting name.

“It’s nice to meet you.” I didn’t want to let go of her hand, which seemed to suit her just fine.

“I don’t know how you do this every night.” Sookie shook her head.

“I don’t. I’m just filling for the regular bartender. Pam, the woman I’ve been talking to all night, is my business partner.” I wanted to get it out there that Pam and I weren’t a couple. Never had been, never would be.

Sookie’s face lit up a little. Ah ha! So she had been wondering. “So you own this place?”

“In paper only. Pam just needed some help getting it started and it seemed like a good investment.” I shrugged.

“Until the bartender called in sick?” Sookie teased.

“If she hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you. I’ve never seen you in here before.” Not that I was at the bar a whole lot, but if she were a regular, I’d know her.

“This is my first time.” She blushed again. Fucking adorable.

“Well, I hope it wasn’t too rough.” I teased her right back, which only increased her blush.

“Nope, you’ve been very gentle and attentive to my needs.” She was playing along in spite of the deep shade of pink that had made itself nice and comfy on her face.

I wanted to say, “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” But I figured that might be a bit too forward for her. So instead I just smiled at her. That seemed to do the trick all on its own. Pam came stomping out of the bar and told me to get my ass back inside. Break time was over.

“I’m sorry if I kept you.” Sookie apologized, wringing her hands in front of her.

“Not at all. Pam’s just naturally bossy and bitchy. Don’t take it personally.” I reached for her hand and was beyond excited when she took it.

I led her back inside the building. She grabbed onto the back of my t-shirt once we got into the crowd. Her small fingers grazed my back and I shivered. The tightness in my pants started to return. Great. I’d just gotten that particular problem solved. What the hell was this woman doing to me?

“So, I guess I’ll see you around?” I smiled over my shoulder at her.

She nodded with a small smile and scratched my back lightly before removing herself from my proximity. That didn’t stop me from watching her. I had a hard time concentrating on the job. She was fascinating to me and I wasn’t quite sure why that was. When I saw a few guys get a little too close to her on the dance floor I wanted to toss them out on their ass. My inner caveman wasn’t at all happy with what I was seeing. I mean, I couldn’t blame the guys for wanting to be close to her. If I weren’t behind the bar, I’d be doing the same exact thing.

“Could you just take her in the bathroom or the office and get it over with already?” Pam slipped in behind the bar to help me out with the line of customers that was three deep for a drink.

“Fuck off, Pam.” I growled at her.

“Ooh, Eric has a crush.” She teased with a straight face.

“Seriously, Pam, fuck off.” I moved away from her.

Never one to take a hint, Pam followed me. When she realized I wasn’t going to take anymore of her bait she just got to work pouring drinks. What a sight we were behind the bar with Pam looking like she’d raided Jackie Kennedy’s estate sale and me looking like I was ready to throw Sookie over my shoulder and maul her out in the alley. I was thinking about it. I was thinking about it a little too much.

By the time the bar closed, I was beyond worked up. Sookie had made her way over to the bar a time or two in between dances. The last drink she tried to buy (I wouldn’t let her pay for it) was Bahama Mama. She took a sip of it and then signaled for me to lean closer to her. Imagine my surprise when she kissed me on the cheek and said, “It’s delicious.”

Before I could say anything she sauntered off. I was even more surprised when I realized she was waiting around for me when the bar closed. I stepped outside to find her leaning against the building with her eyes closed. The humidity outside had caused a sheen of sweat to make her body glisten under the streetlights. She had one foot up against the wall, her palms pressed firmly against the brick. She looked like she was meditating. Or was she just too drunk to move?

“Sookie?” I spoke softly as I moved closer to her.

Her head turned toward me and she smiled before she opened her eyes. I could tell she drunk by the way she looked at me but she didn’t look to be so drunk she didn’t know what she was doing. She wouldn’t be balancing so well on one foot if she were. I was experienced with the various levels of intoxication a person can reach. I’d been there, done that.

“Do you need a ride home?” I asked her, wondering if her friend had abandoned her.

“I was waiting for you.” Sookie informed me with a silly grin.

I couldn’t hold my own back. “Were you?”

She nodded and then reached for my hand. I offered it to her and led her to my car. She giggled when we got to it. “Of course you have a sports car.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I wasn’t offended so much as curious.

She just giggled some more and then surprised me again by pulling my face to hers. She looked me in the eyes and said, “I like you.”


“I like you, too.” I smiled at her.

“Good. Then kiss me.” She said firmly.

I didn’t need to be told twice. My lips brushed hers to tease her and she followed. I brushed them a second time, earning me a whimper of disappointment that I wasn’t giving her more. But I also knew that she was drunk and I wasn’t interested in taking advantage of her. So when she pulled my face back to hers, I let her lay one on me. Her lips were soft and sweet and when her tongue traced my lip looking for entrance, there was no way I’d cut her off.

We stood there up against my car, kissing for what felt like hours before we finally pulled apart. We were both breathless and smiling like goons. “I’m so hungry.” Sookie couldn’t stop smiling any more than I could.

“I think I can fix that.” I opened the passenger’s side door for her and held her hand as she slowly sank into the seat.

I was thankful it was only a three minute car ride back to my house- assuming there were no trains to fuck it up. Thankfully, the fates were still on my side and we got to my house in record time. I parked out front where I normally did and went to help Sookie out of her seat. Our fingers laced together as we walked to my front door.

“Is this your house?” Sookie smiled up at me.

“Yep. Home sweet home.” I began searching for the deadbolt key but was interrupted by a pair of needy lips.

We stood there kissing up against my front door like a couple of horny teenagers unwilling to say goodnight to each other. I dropped my keys and lost myself in the sweetness of the woman clinging to me like a gale force wind was about to blow her away. She let go of my face and her hands trailed down to my sides to grab my hips. She pressed herself against me, grinding just a little bit as she did so.

I hadn’t made out with someone like that in a long time. I forgot how much fun it could be. I laughed against the dampness of her skin. “What’s so funny?” She asked lazily.

“Is it just me, or do you feel like you’re sixteen again, too?” I glanced up to look her in the eyes.

“Shhh.” She put a finger to my lips. “Your Dad might catch us.”

“Maybe we should just take this inside. He’s a heavy sleeper.” I winked at her and then picked up my keys. She grabbed my ass while I was bent over.

“I like the way you think.” She grinned at me. Where did this woman come from?

It was obvious I made her nervous but she pushed right through it. She didn’t let any anxiety she was feeling get in her way of getting what she wanted. She followed me into the house and we were immediately greeted by Jeter. He sniffed around Sookie, who stood still while Jeter came to his decision. He looked from me to her with his head cocked to the side.

“She’s okay, Jeet.” I scratched his head.

“Jeet?” Sookie looked up at me.

“Jeter.” I corrected.

“Yankees fan?”

“I didn’t name him. He was my brother’s before he moved. He couldn’t take Jeter with him. I’m more of a basketball fan.” I reminded her.

“Right. Blue devil.” She nudged me.

She knew her sports, at least a little, which was more than I could say for most girls I met. “Til the day I die.”

She rolled her eyes at me and then reached out to scratch the underside of Jeter’s jaw. “It’s nice to meet you, Jeter.”

Jeter licked her wrist, barked his approval and then curled up on the couch. “I think the feeling’s mutual.” I smiled at her and then led her to the kitchen.

We ended up making a huge mess in the kitchen after agreeing on grilled cheese sandwiches. They were delicious. I hadn’t had one in God knows how long. A piece of cheese stuck itself to Sookie’s chin and before I could stop myself I leaned over to lick it off of her. The next thing I knew we were fooling around on my couch. That led to fooling around in my bedroom and the loss of our clothing.

If Sookie was beautiful with clothes on, she was definitely a goddess when naked. She had the most amazing pair of breasts I’d ever seen, and I’d seen more than my fair share. She made the sexiest noises when I touched her. When kissing wasn’t enough anymore my mouth moved down that beautiful body of hers, stopping to pay homage to her breasts before moving further south. Her taste was sweet and rich on my tongue. I slid two fingers inside her and marveled at how tight and wet she was. She screamed when she came.

“I owe you a double.” I said in a daze as my lips grazed her neck. She was breathing heavy and pulled my mouth to hers while I reached into my night stand to get a condom.

She watched me roll the latex onto myself and then reached to kiss me. Her small hand wrapped around my straining erection and guided me toward her. When I asked her if she was sure she wanted this, she nodded vigorously and then grabbed my hips to pull me into her. She felt amazing around me. Her eyes widened as I buried myself inside her. Her body needed a minute to adjust.

“Holy shit.” She moaned before pulling my mouth to hers. When she was ready, she arched herself against me.

I moved in and out of her slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her, but her hips were quickly moving to meet mine. Gradually, my thrusts increased and I held her hips steady for a minute until she was begging for more. She bit my shoulder and it was like she bit the lock off a cage to release the animal that had wanted to maul her all night. She came screaming a second time before I rolled her on top of me. I watched her breasts bounce as her hips rocked against me.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” I whispered and she bent forward to lick my jaw. Her nipples grazed my chest and she put my hands on her ass.

She sat up straight and looked at me with hooded eyes full of lust. “Watch me.” She purred and then began to rub little circles around her clit.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she started squeezing me again from the inside. As if she wasn’t tight enough already. I’d wanted to tease her a while longer but it was obvious to me that Sookie was running this show. My dick pulsed inside her and when she reached behind herself with her free hand to grab my balls, that was it. I was done. She dropped on top of me while I was still pulsing inside her.

“Where the fuck did you come from?” I asked her once I was able to speak again. She just giggled and rolled off of me. “Oh no you don’t. I’m not done with you yet.”

Her eyes widened and then her fingers clawed at me when I rolled on top of her in preparation for round two.

My eyes fluttered open for a moment when I heard someone groan beside me. There was a mop of blond hair in front of me that smelled like a tropical island. Sookie. I grinned from ear to ear, beyond grateful she hadn’t fled my house after we passed out. God, she was amazing. I snuggled closer to her, suddenly very aware of the fact that we were both still naked and I was more than ready to fuck her again.

The fact that Sookie wasn’t relaxing into my hold made me wonder if maybe she was having regrets about the night before. I’d asked her if she was sure she wanted to have sex and she’d been more than willing at the time. Still, she was drunk. I felt a little like a dick for not having the will power to just get her number and do it another time. When she moved to get away from me, I as afraid I’d completely fucked up. The night before was amazing. I definitely wanted her to stick around. Maybe never leave?

“Where are you going?” I sounded way too panicked. I needed to chill the fuck out.

“I have to pee.” She informed me and then asked where the bathroom was.

I pointed to the door in front of her and she sat up slowly. I watched the curve of her spine and the way her lower back arched. Her legs swung off the bed but didn’t touch the floor. She looked around the room, though I’m not sure what for. She finally got off the bed and crouched down. When she came back up she was wearing my t-shirt. As if I wasn’t already wanting to jump her, now she was walking around in my clothes. Fan-fucking-tastic.

I rolled onto my back as the door closed and tried to get myself to calm down a little. I tried to rationalize why this girl seemed to have my brain going haywire along with my hormones. I was over thirty. I shouldn’t be reacting to her like someone half my age. I heard the toilet flush and the water go on in the sink. I couldn’t help but laugh at her quiet noise of disapproval over something. My guess, without knowing her very well, was that she’d gotten a look at the wild hair she was sporting. Personally, I thought she looked fantastic, but that was because her hair was a result of four orgasms provided by yours truly that left her shaking for a good, long while.

When Sookie came out of the bathroom she looked at me nervously, biting her lower lip while she stood in the doorway. She approached the bed uneasily, her head cocking to the side as if trying to figure out how best to get back onto it. She ended up jumping on it and settling herself at the edge. I reached out for her to come lay down next to me, but she refused.

“I think I should go.” She said, when I asked her what was wrong.

Go? No. No going. Stay. “What? Stay. I’ll make us breakfast.”

I saw what appeared to be a flicker of pain in her eyes before she shook her head vehemently in denial. Then her tears came and she jumped off the bed again and started searching for her clothes that were strewn about on my bedroom floor. Piece by piece she gathered them. While she was digging under my bed for her bra I slipped out of bed and put on my boxers. Her sadness had done its job in willing away the morning wood I had been poking her lower back with before she got out of bed. Why the hell was she crying? Was this my fault?

“Sookie, what are you doing?” I grabbed a hold of her shoulders before she could shut herself in the bathroom again.

Sookie proceeded to tell me she’d had a good time the night before and that she liked me- which made me want to squeal like a school girl- but that she had to go. She couldn’t give me a reason why she had to go, she just had to go. She fought her way out of my grasp and then slammed the bathroom door behind her. I heard her sobbing in the bathroom and decided to give her her space.

I opened the bedroom door to find Jeter asleep in front of it. I stepped over his large body and stomped into the living room. There had to be something I could say to get her to change her mind. Jeter hauled himself into the living room and up onto the couch next to me when I collapsed on it. He put his large head on my thigh. He looked up at me with sympathy.

She was the first girl I’d had at the house in the entire time I’d lived there. She wasn’t the first girl I’d slept with, but she was the first I’d brought home. Figures. The first one I bring home doesn’t want to stay. I groaned in frustration and rubbed my eyes a little rougher than necessary. Fuck!

When Sookie came into the room Jeter lifted his head to look at her. Her eyes were ready and puffy from crying and her breathing was still jagged. I wanted to say something to her but I couldn’t figure out what the right thing was. Jeter jumped off the couch and nuzzled against her. Traitor. She picked up her purse off the coffee table. She was really going to leave. Jeter tried to push her over toward me and all it did was cause a heartbreaking smile to stretch her beautiful face. She opened her mouth to say something but then changed her mind.

“Jeter leave her be.” I closed my eyes. If she was leaving, I couldn’t watch her go.

It just so happened that Pam chose that moment to walk into the house. My eyes popped open and the look on Sookie’s face wasn’t a good one. She looked embarrassed and enraged at the same time. Pam walked into the living room and I saw Sookie relax. I started to wonder if maybe her memory of the night before was a bit foggy and that was why she was freaking out. Fuck. I felt like an ass. She was a small girl and with the number of drinks she’d had…

Pam offered Sookie a cup of coffee, which she gladly took. “You’re my hero.” Sookie sounded happy for the first time all morning and I made a note that she was a coffee drinker. If I was going to make this up to her, coffee would be an excellent way to start.

“There’s an extra shot in there.” Pam alerted her and Sookie was positively glowing.

“Marry me?” Sookie offered and the leer it earned her had me shooting warning glares at Pam. Sookie is mine.

Whoa, where the fuck did that come from? I didn’t own her. I didn’t have any sort of claim over her. Sure I’d fucked her but I didn’t own her. The thing was, I didn’t want to think back on her and think of her as just some girl I fucked once (or a few times). I wanted something more. If Pam so much as smelled blood in the water she would have absolutely no trouble moving in on Sookie.

“Looks to me like your friend here might not like that.” Pam arched an eyebrow at me, calling me out as only she would dare to do.

“You could have called, Pamela.” She hated it when anyone called her by her full name. She hissed at me and it was obvious Sookie was uncomfortable there between us.

Pam made a crack about Sookie leaving, which was completely unappreciated, before I told her to go wait in the kitchen. She left the room chuckling while I pulled Sookie back toward my bedroom. She’d been on the verge of saying something before Pam walked in. Sookie looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes but she didn’t try to pull away from me. Jeter guarded the mostly closed door for us to keep Pam away.

“You were about to say something before she barged in. Please continue.” I rubbed circles on Sookie’s shoulder with my thumb.

Her head turned and she looked at the door and then down at my thumb but I didn’t stop moving. She sucked in a deep breath. She was stalling.

“Sookie?” I prompted gently, stepping closer to her to close the space between us.

Her eyes slowly moved up to meet mine. I wanted to kiss her until she wasn’t freaking out anymore but I knew I couldn’t do that. She had to make a choice. I was already worried I’d forced too much on her that she didn’t want.

“Maybe I could stay for breakfast?” She suggested with a shy smile.

I released the breath I was holding and kissed her forehead. “I’d like that.” I smiled against her skin.

She let me put my arm around her and lead her to the door so we could go join Pam in the kitchen with Jeter following behind us.


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