So Jessica and Dylan did leave town; after all, I was worried about how I would face hereafter beating the shit out of her. From what I heard from the town folk, she is really messed up quite badly. I am in no way proud of what I did. It serves her well though, nobody calls me a whore or a slut and gets away with it; even Clara knows that.
But as they say, all actions have consequences, and even though I am the Sheriff’s fiance, not even I can get away without punishment. Since I chased the pub’s bartender out of town, I will have to fill in while Tyler finds a new one.
Please, babe.”
“That is a shit nickname, and this is not up for discussion.”
“I can’t even make my own coffee; how am I supposed to serve drinks.”
“Can you pour water in a glass?”
“Yes.”
“Then you know how to serve a drink.”
“There is plenty of other people in town that can do it.”
“None of them chased the only bartender out of town.”
“What about Clara?”
“You think she is going to do anything for me after you keep on punching her?”
“You make it sound like I punch everyone.”
“I am not answering that. Now get dressed; I am leaving in a half-hour.”
“Please.”
“No, get dressed.”
“I have a wedding to plan.”
“You can do it behind the counter.”
“Don’t we have a few minutes longer?”
“If you think sex is going to get you out of it, then you wrong. Get dress, or I drag you to the pub just like that.”
“But I am naked.”
“For fuck sakes. You had clothes on just now?”
“I took it off.”
“Why?”
“To have sex with you.”
“It’s not going to work.”
“Get dressed.”
“Fine.”
A half-hour later, he literally drags me to his truck. I am not getting out of this one, no matter what I do. I have been as impossible as I possibly can; none of it is working. But I think I might have a plan; it’s just going to take a lot of begging and sucking up to get it to work.
I take my phone out to text.
“What do you want?”
“I need a favor.”
“You really think I will do you a favor?”
“Yes”
“What favor?”
“Help me at the pub?”
“This is priceless; he is making you work there because you chased them out of town.”
“Yes”
“What makes you think I will work there?”
“Because we used to be friends.”
“Yes, used to be”
“Please”
“I have a wedding to plan.”
“Do it from behind the counter.”
“Bitch.”
Tyler looks at me confused as I drop my phone on my lap.
“Who is a bitch?”
“Nobody.”
“Whom are you texting?”
“Nobody.”
“What are you up to?”
“Nothing”
“Jenna.”
“It’s Clara.”
“Why are you texting her?”
“To help me.”
“It’s not happening.”
“No sex for you for a week then.”
“Fine by me.”
Me and my big mouth, or rather me and my punching. I never used to be like this. When I was with Brendan, I was quiet and kept to myself; I would never get into any sort of trouble, let alone a fight. Hell, I never even had so much sex either.
Maybe I should just go back being that way; it will at least keep me out of trouble.
“If you have any problems, phone me.”
“Any problems?”
“Any reals problems to do with the pub, not you.”
“Fine, you not even getting a kiss.”
“Fine by me.”
I grab my bag and jump out of the truck; he is not my most favorite person in the world right now.
“What is in that bag?”
“My work clothes.”
“You have clothes on.
“This is work clothes.”
“What is in that bag?”
“Told you.”
“Let me see it.” He takes the bag from me.”For fuck sakes. You are not wearing that.”
“I will.”
“Jenna.”
“Tyler.”
“Fuck, you are going to be the death of me.”
I thought that would work, but obviously not; it looks like I am stuck working at this stupid place with all these horny men, especially after my last two articles. At least I have a good excuse to get drunk.
Two hours into my so-called shift, it starts getting really busy, but I am coping fine, or so I think. I have not broken one glass or got an order wrong yet. I also managed to make a new friend who is more than willing to help out behind the pub, and it helps that he is drop-dead gorgeous too
“Are you coping there?”
“I seem to be getting the hang of it now.”
“Then how about a round of tequila.”
“Are you trying to make me drunk?”
“No, I just don’t want to get drunk by myself.”
“One round coming up then.”
“So, how long have you been in town?”
“Only a day or two.”
“What is a guy like you doing in such a small, forsaken town?”
“Just taking a break from things for a bit.”
“Kind of like me.”
“You also ran away from all the craziness?”
“It was more like running away from the altar. But my for a bit turned into six months.”
“The last thing I plan on is getting stuck here.”
“It is not so bad here; you get used to it.”
“We’ll see. “Do you mind watching the pub for me? I just want to run to see the Sheriff quick.”
“Sure thing.”
I need a break; what better break than having a quick fuck. I just hope that he is not so full of shit anymore; somehow, I don’t think he will be so happy to see me as I want him to be.
“Hey, gorgeous.”
“Jenna. What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.”
“You can’t just walk out and leave the pub.”
“Whom the fuck is looking after it?”
“The new guy in town.”
“You can’t leave the pub with a stranger!”
“He is not a stranger.”
“How long do you know him?”
“Four hours.”
“Then he is a fucking stranger! Why are you here?”
“To have sex.”
“No way! Come, we going back.”
“But,”
“No buts!”
“You better hope he did not clear out the place.”
He drags my ass back, not impressed with my unexpected visit and definitely not impressed with me leaving the pub alone. Lucky Alex is still here, and everything still seems okay.
“Where is this guy?”
“They’re on the side with the brown hair.”
He walks up to Alex like he is about to punch him.
And he actually does.
“What the fuck are you doing here?”
“Having a drink.”
“Don’t get fucking clever with me.”
“You don’t own this town, brother; I can be where ever I want.”
“This is my fucking town.”
“The last time I check, it was mine too.”
“I don’t care, fucking leave.”
This immidiately peeks my interest, and I drop what I am doing and step closer, “What is going on here?”
“None of your business.”
“He just called you brother; it is my business.”
“Drop it, Jenna.”
“No, I am your fiance; I have a right to know.”
Alex, Tyler’s brother, bursts out laughing, “Don’t tell me you are marrying this asshole?”
“Yes, this asshole.”
“I seriously hope you come to your senses.”
“Are you really his brother?”
“Yes, the asshole is my twin brother.”
“Tyler, why don’t I know about him?”
Tyler takes me by the arm and starts pulling me from where Alex is sitting. But I am not taking this, “It’s something you don’t need to know.”
“Alex, just leave town.”
“No, Tyler, you please leave the pub.”
“You can’t kick the Sheriff out of the pub.”
“I can if he is causing shit.”
“Get out!”
“Jenna, please.”
“Just come talk to me.”
“I thought I couldn’t leave the pub?”
“It’s fine. You can trust that asshole.”
“Alex, I will be back in twenty minutes.”
I am fucking furious; he is constantly giving me shit about being honest and not hide things, then he hides the biggest secret you can hide from me. He better has a good excuse; how do you forget to mention a brother and then tell me it is none of my business. He makes me look like an idiot in front of everyone in the pub.
As soon as he closes his office door, I am all over him, not having sex all over him, but I am pissed off all over him.
“Tyler, you have one chance to tell me what the fuck is going on.”
“Lie to me, and you can really shove this ring up your ass.”
“He’s my brother; that is all to tell.”
“Try again.”
“We had a fall out years ago, and he left town.”
“Try again.”
“There is nothing more to tell.”
“Tyler doesn’t test my patience.”
“Jenna, please just drop it.”
“Do you want your ring back?”
“No.”
“Then talk.”
He closes the gap between us and starts playing with my hair.
“That is not going to work.”
He slides his fingers down the sensitive parts of my neck, over my collarbone, around my shoulders, running it down my back.
“Stop distracting me.”
“I am not.”
“Then answer me.”
As he closes the gap completely, his lips softly brush over mine.
“Tyler, stop distracting me.”
His tongue runs through the seams of my mouth.
“Do you want me, Jenna?”
“Yes.”
“How badly?”
“Just shut up and fuck me.”
Before I could let out the words that are on the tip of my tongue, he has it in his mouth. Slowly, he drags his tongue along the wet, rough surface. Gently sucking and rubbing, nibbling and teasing. My groan is filling the room and his ears.
His hands tremble as he fumbles with the buttons of my blouse. When he finishes with the last one, he slowly pulls it open. Cool air from a slow-turning ceiling fan washes over my exposed breasts, making my nipples hard and leaving small bumps on my skin.
Crazed with lust, he pulls me close to him, savagely kissing my lips. He kisses me long and hard. Still locked in a tight embrace, he slides my cotton blouse over my shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. He fumbles with his belt sending his pants sliding down his legs, stepping out of them just as my skirt drops next to them
He grabs me hard around the waist; while my arms are wrapped around his neck, my breasts are rammed against his chest. I feel his cock swollen even bigger than ever before. Then he lifts me up and wraps his arms around my ass. In a swift, abrupt movement, I feel his strong, hard manhood as it slides effortlessly into me. He moves me up and down, down and up, deep and fast onto his cock. He fucks me harder and faster than ever before.
The power behind his thrusts, the flexing of the muscles in his thighs, the concentration in his dark brown eyes, with each thrust, he’s fucking me with so much heart and power and passion. I revel in every thrust, every movement he makes; he is fucking me hard, deep, and fast as if his life depends on it.
With a last and final thrust, he c*ms inside me with a roar so loud, so naked that I know at last that his passion for me is equal to mine for him, and I c*m too. I look into his eyes and worship him with all my heart, soul, mind, and body
“This does not get you off the hook. But it is a start.”
“We will talk about it later.”
“So, does this mean that I don’t have to work at the pub?”
“Nice try.”
“What about Alex? He can work there?”
“He won’t stay long; he never does.”
“I guess I am not allowed to make friends with him either?”
“I can’t stop you. Just be careful of him.”
“I sure Clara will fuck him soon enough.”
“She already did.
“What is wrong with your men?”
“Why?”
“Is her pussy made of gold or something?”
“I am not having this conversation.”
“Why not?”
“Can I discuss Luke’s cock then?”
“Have you seen Luke’s cock.”
“Jenna.”
“I know, drop it.”
“Are you coming back to the pub?.”
“No, I have work to do.”
“And you kicked me out.”
“That’s right.”
“See you later then.”
“Let me know that you okay.”
“I thought you said I should only phone you with problems at the pub, not me?”
“Do you remember absolutely everything I say?”
“Only when I feel like it.”