Page 89 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
Holding my hands up in surrender, I backed out of the room. Then I blew him a kiss and left the station.
On a whim, I popped downtown to the salon. Miraculously, they were able to get me in for a pedicure with no appointment. Sitting in a massage chair, I let the hot water soaking my feet work its magic and relax my mind.
Gigi Fridays were the absolute best.
“I love this place!” I told Maisy, sitting down at our table. Jess and I had just arrived at the Silver Dollar Saloon.
The bar was a huge horseshoe taking up the middle of the square room. The walls behind it were covered in mirrors and liquor bottles. There were old, rickety stools everywhere and not a matching pair to be seen. But the coolest part was the bar top itself. The whole thing was covered in shiny copper.
The bar was dark and musty and the cement floors were stained and slightly sticky. If I had to use the bathroom, I would absolutely be hovering my ass over the toilet. There was no way my bare bum was ever going to touch a surface in this place. And even though it was now a non-smoking bar, the decades of smoke from years past had seeped into the walls. When we left, I’d smell like an old ashtray.
It was effing awesome!
“I’m so glad you guys are here!” Maisy said, doing a fast assessment of my outfit. “Nice jacket.”
I was in a pair of black skinny jeans, a cream blouse and nude heels. Over my top I had pulled on my favorite tan leather jacket.
“What do you want?” Jess asked.
“A vodka cranberry with a lime, of course.”
“Of course,” he mocked, heading off to the bar.
We sat and visited with Maisy and Everett for a while. Mostly Maisy and I talked while Jess and Everett sat and listened. Everett was so quiet, after an hour, I didn’t think he had said more than four words despite Maisy’s and my unsuccessful attempts to draw him into the conversation. I’d never seen him act so shy.
While Jess only had two beers, he made sure that my drink glass was never empty.
After an hour, Maisy and Everett called it quits. Maisy seemed disappointed (and a little miffed at Everett) to be leaving so soon. But Everett had been acting so strange it had become awkward.
“Wanna play pool?” Jess asked after I hugged Maisy good-bye.
“Yeah!”
My bottomless drink glass was starting to get to me so there was a good chance I was shouting rather than talking in a normal decibel range. But I didn’t care. The jukebox in the corner had been going all night, playing classic country as loud as they could get it without driving people away. At least I wasn’t louder than the music.
As I followed Jess, I grabbed a fistful of his white thermal Henley, then shoved my other hand in his back jeans pocket. I was buzzed and happy. Doing a little groping of Jess’s hot ass seemed totally appropriate.
We didn’t stay at the bar late.
After sending the babysitter home, I pulled Jess upstairs and undressed him as quickly as I could. He let me take control and ride him until I came. Then he flipped me over and took over until he came. We were still primed so we went at it again in the shower.
Buzzed sex with Jess was off-the-charts hot.
Crawling into bed, I assumed my standard sleeping position at Jess’s side.
“Where’d you learn to play pool?” he asked.
“Ben taught me.”
He huffed before his chest started shaking.
“What’s funny?”
“Guess Ben refined his teaching technique between the time he taught me and the time he taught you. You’re good, baby. Never lost a game to anyone before. Except Ben,” he said.
My smile stretched across my face. “I think Ben used to let me win, just so I would keep playing.”
“Maybe.” Jess grinned.
