7. Peyton

Chapter Seven

PEYTON

We make it down to the bar and dance floor level and find a band setting up on stage.

"Do you know them?" I ask, pointing to the stage.

"They don't look familiar."

"Do you want to stay here and see what they've got going on, or head somewhere else?"

"I'm good with either. Most bars are going to have live music tonight, and most start around eight, so no matter where we go, it'll be starting up in the next half hour or so."

"How about another drink?" I offer, pointing toward the bar.

"Sounds good."

"What can I get for you?"

"Hmmm… How about a vodka cranberry."

"Coming right up," I tell her as I lead us over to the bar and flag down a bartender.

"What can I get the two of you?" he asks once he reaches us.

"A vodka cranberry for the lady and I'll take a Blue Moon."

"Coming right up. Twenty-four ounce on the beer?"

"Sounds good," I confirm as I reach into my back pocket and pull out my wallet. I hand him a twenty and tell him to keep the change before handing Stacey her drink and grabbing mine from the bar top. We wander to the edge of the dance floor and find a tall table to gather around while we wait for the band to start. The dance floor already has people out on it, dancing to the music the DJ is playing to keep them entertained.

"Next round is on me," Stacey tells me, once we're settled at the table.

"Not going to happen, gorgeous," I tell her, having to lean in and place my lips next to her ear so she can hear me over the noise. "Plus, this is my last one of the night. I need to be able to drive later. I've got to get you home safe and I can't do that if I'm tipsy or drunk."

"Good plan. I'll be done after this one, as well. I don't usually drink much, so I've already drank more tonight than I usually do."

"Don't quit on my account," I tell her. "I want you to enjoy yourself. Let loose tonight."

"Oh, I'm enjoying myself," she says, biting her lower lip. My dick hardens in my jeans at that, and all I want to do is bite it myself. I bring my thumb to her lip, pulling it from her teeth, then drop my mouth to hers.

"Mine," I growl against them before kissing her hard. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me tighter to her. I swallow a moan, only knowing about it from the vibration it created.

I kiss her until I hear someone nearby shout out, "Get a room!"

We break apart, both laughing as we take in our surroundings. I guess we got a little carried away.

"Ready to hit the dance floor?" I ask before taking another swallow of my beer.

"Absolutely," she says, draining the last bit in her small glass.

"Let me just finish this off and then we can get out there," I tell her, eyeing my half a glass.

"While you do that, I'm going to hit up the ladies' room. Be back in just a couple minutes, depending on how long the line is."

"I'll be right here, waiting," I assure her, dropping a quick peck to her lips before she walks away.

I watch the crowd while she's gone as I work on finishing my beer. It takes her about ten minutes to return, and by the time she does, I've drained my beer and am ready to hit the dance floor.

I wouldn't say dancing is high on my list of things I enjoy, or am any good at, but when a beautiful woman tells you it's her favorite thing to do, you make it happen.

We find an open space out on the floor just as "Speechless" by Dan+Shay starts to play. I pull Stacey in close to my body, gripping her hips as she laces her arms around my neck. I bring my face to the crook of her neck and just breathe her in. Her perfume fills my lungs as I breathe in deeper, loving the way her body feels against my own. There's no hiding the effect she has on my body as my dick hardens between the two of us.

We sway together to the song as I do my best to keep my breathing normal. Having her pressed up so close to my body has me strung tighter than ever. About halfway through the song, I place a kiss over her pulse and watch as her skin pebbles under my lips. I feel the shudder that rolls down her body beneath my fingertips. I bring my lips back to her neck, placing open mouthed kisses up the column of her neck, watching the same reaction happen with each one I place. I trail my lips along her jawline, then back down to her collarbone and up the other side of her neck. Once I reach her ear, I pull it between my teeth, scraping it ever so lightly. I can feel her trembling in my hands and know she's as turned on as I am in this moment.

"Tell me what you need tonight," I rasp into her ear.

"Y-You," she answers.

"You sure?" I ask for clarification.

"Never surer of anything in my life," she tells me with lust-filled eyes staring back at me.

I drop my lips to her skin, needing another taste. She's quickly become an addiction. My own personal drug.

"You want to stay here or get out of here?" I ask. We've hardly made it through one song and I'm ready to blow this place for somewhere a little more private.

"Either works for me," she says, biting that lip again.

"You're in charge here," I tell her. "We leave when you want to go."

She looks around us, her lip still between her teeth. "I'd like to stay just a little bit longer, if you don't mind. I was really looking forward to hearing the music and dancing."

"No rush. We can stay as late as you want," I assure her.

The next song picks up tempo and we get lost in the music. About fifteen minutes later, the DJ introduces the band and they kick off their set. We listen and dance along to the majority of their set, only stopping once to grab a couple glasses of water to rehydrate.

"Once this song ends, I'll be ready to go, if you're good with that." Stacey leans back against my chest. We've been standing here with her back to my front for the last couple songs as we watch the band perform.

"I'm ready whenever you are." We sway together for the remainder of the song, then she turns in my arms and plants her lips against mine.

"Let's go," she says against my lips before we can get too caught up in the kiss.

"After you." I link our fingers together, and she leads us off the dance floor and to the doors. Back out on the sidewalk, the crowd is a little thicker now that it's getting later and more people are downtown for the bar scene.

We wander our way back down to the parking lot. I open Stacey's door, helping her up into my truck before I climb in on my side. I start the truck and after pulling out of the lot, I reach over and link our hands back together, settling them on her thigh. The thigh that is making my mouth water as her dress rides up a little higher with her sitting down.

"Did you have fun?" I ask, as we pull onto the highway.

"So much fun! How about you?"

"I did. Thanks for making it that way. I've never been much of a dancer. The band was pretty good."

"They were! There are so many talented musicians in this town. It's pretty hard to go to a bar and not have some talent up on the stage. The big bars downtown are pretty competitive to get the gigs, so you won't usually get a bad night of music because of that. The bands that make it to those stages usually end up on the radio at some point."

"That's pretty cool."

"It is. I've met quite a few singers and bands who've come up the ranks through the Nashville bar scene."

"Have you ever thought of singing?"

"Nope, I'm not one for the stage. I'd rather stay behind the scenes. I'd get too much stage fright."

"Nothing wrong with that."

"Nope, and I'm living out my dreams."

"Good for you. Not many people can say that."

"How many more days do you have in town?"

"A week. I have to head back next Sunday. I'm due back to work that Monday morning."

"Okay," she says, sinking further into her seat. "Have you made plans with your dad or any of your friends while you're here?"

"Nothing concrete. My buddy, Carson, wants to get together, and I want to get some more ink done by Ethan while I'm here."

"Carson Anderson?" she asks.

"The one and only. Do you know him?"

"Yes. What a small world. I've been friends with his wife, Holly, for a while now. I met them through Cam and Ethan, actually."

"It is a small world. They're great people."

"They are, and their kids are just the cutest."

"I haven't seen the kids in a long ass time, so I'll have to take your word for it."

We discuss random things while we drive back to Stacey's place. Traffic is much lighter this time of night, so we make the drive in about twenty minutes verses the forty-five it took getting downtown earlier.

I pull into the same spot as before and hop out of my truck, walking around to help her out. I close the door and then slide my hands along her hips, holding her between me and the truck.

"I had a great time tonight."

"Me too, but you know the night doesn't have to end now," she says, biting that fucking lip again. My dick swells in my jeans once again at the thought of more. More time with her, more moments, more everything. The amount of time I want to spend with her should concern me, but truth be told, I don't want to be anywhere except right here, right now.

"I know," I reply, not breaking eye contact.

"Would you like to come inside, Peyton?"

"More than anything," I tell her honestly.

Stacey pushes up on her toes and plants a kiss on my cheek. "Then let's go inside," she whispers in my ear before pushing against my chest and slipping out of my hold. I watch as she takes a few steps away and then follow her like the lost little puppy I am.

She fumbles with her keys slightly before finally unlocking her door. I slide up behind her, pressing my front against her back, then grab the handle before she does to stop her before we move forward.

"Before we go inside, I just want to make sure you know that I don't have any expectations as to what's going to happen inside. You're in control here." I need her to understand where I'm at. I'd gladly strip every inch of clothing off the both of us as soon as that door clicks shut, but I'll also be happy just talking to her and stealing a few kisses before it's time for me to leave.

"I know. I wouldn't be inviting you in if I didn't feel safe with you."

At her answer, I twist the handle and open the door to her condo. I follow her in, shutting the door behind us, and flip the lock as soon as the door clicks shut.

Stacey hangs her small purse up on the hook near her door and kicks off her cowboy boots. "Would you like anything to drink? Eat?" she asks as I watch her.

"What do you have to drink?"

"Let me check," she says, stepping into her kitchen and opening the fridge. "I've got a couple beers, an open bottle of wine, and some sodas, or a bottle of water."

"As long as you don't mind me hanging out for a while, I'll take a beer."

She just smiles at me as she pulls out two different beers, holding them up for me to choose which one I want. I reach out and grab one from her, popping the top and taking a drink. The cold liquid easily slides down my throat, quenching the thirst that all of a sudden hit me. I don't take my eyes off Stacey and watch as she observes me. I notice how her eyes dilate as she watches my throat move with each swallow. The lust that fills her eyes has the bulge in my jeans growing rapidly.

"You going to just stand there with the fridge door open?" I finally ask her, snapping the silence that had settled between us as we were both lost in this trance.

She places the other beer back in the fridge and grabs the bottle of wine, letting the door shut behind her. She reaches onto a shelf and pulls down a wine glass, then pours herself some.

Closing the few feet between us, I pin her against the counter. I bring my fingers to her neck, moving her hair out of the way, and then follow the path with my lips.

"No need to be nervous," I say against her skin, feeling her heart begin to pound.

"I-I'm not," she stutters. "Just a little rusty, that's all."

"There's no rush, Stacey," I assure her. "I won't lie and tell you that you don't do things to me." I press my erection against her ass to show her just what she does to me. "But that doesn't mean we have to do anything you're not comfortable with, or ready to do tonight."

Stacey turns around until she's facing me. She looks up at me with a look of awe on her face. "You're one of a kind, you know that, right?"

"Nothing special. Just know how to treat a beautiful woman."

"Not many guys like you. I've, for sure, not met many."

"That's a damn shame. But maybe that's working in my favor," I tell her as I bring my lips down to hers.

I kiss her lightly at first, no need to rush things. Let them just naturally progress. Stacey slides her hands up and back down my sides, my muscles twitching from her touch. When she reaches the hem of my untucked shirt, she slips her fingers underneath it and rests them against my skin. Her touch is like a brand.

At the contact, my control snaps slightly and I deepen the kiss. I push my tongue past the seam of her lips, taking everything she's willing to offer, and explore every inch I can. I release the grip I've had on the counter and trace her body with my hands. Her dress hugs her curves, the ones I so desperately want to feel bare against my skin.

I drop a hand to her thigh, sliding it up along with the hem of her dress, until I've got it bunched at her hips. I settle my hands on both of her hips as I break our kiss and bring my forehead to hers. "You good?" I ask, wanting to make sure we're not moving too fast.

"Yep," she says on a breathy whisper.

She slips her hands out from under my shirt and reaches to her side, sliding down the zipper I never noticed, allowing her dress to gape open.

With her eyes on me, she pushes against my chest slightly and I take a step back. Once I've given her a little space, she grabs the hem of her dress and pulls it up and over her head. My mouth waters immediately as my dick hardens even more. She's standing before me in nothing but a matching bra and panty set. White fucking lace that has more than my dick bulging.

I let my eyes drop from hers as I take in all she's got on display for me. I slowly drag them down her body and back up again. Once my gaze reaches hers again and I take in her shy smile, I snap once again. I bend slightly and sweep her into my arms, with one behind her back and the other under her knees.

"Bed or couch?" I ask against her ear.

"Bedroom, only door on the right," she says as I latch my lips onto her throat.

I do my best to watch where I'm going, as I've never been this far into her condo. I thankfully make it safely around her furniture, down the hall, and into her bedroom. I set her on the bed, and she lays out in the center of it. I hover over her for a few moments, doing my best to collect myself. I don't want to rush anything tonight. I find myself wanting to savor our time together.

I finally stand up, feeling a little overdressed, and start to unbutton my shirt. She rolls over and turns on a lamp so we have a little bit of light in here, then returns to her earlier position. I watch her eyes follow the movement of my hands as they undo the final buttons on my shirt. With my shirt open, she sits up and helps push the fabric off my shoulders, then runs her fingertips down my chest, along my abs, and stops at the button of my jeans. There's no missing the bulge of my cock, yet she doesn't pay one ounce of attention to it yet.

I bring a hand up to cup her cheek, sliding my thumb across her lips. As my thumb swipes back across, she licks it, then quickly sucks it into her mouth. I feel that suction right down to the crown of my cock. My hips involuntarily rock forward as she sucks a little harder, teasing me as she does.

I slip my thumb from her lips, leaning down until my lips are a hair's breadth away from hers. "Watch it now. Paybacks can be a bitch," I say, a smile cresting my lips as I press them against hers.

The little vixen sucks my bottom lip between her teeth and bites down.

"Careful now," I growl against her lips as I nip at them.

"What if I don't want to be careful?"

I drop down on top of her, her legs parting to accommodate the width of my hips. I press my erection against her lace-covered pussy and thrust. I can feel the heat radiating off of her, even through the barrier of our clothes.

I slide my body down and bring my lips to her skin. I take my time learning every curve of her body, kissing and nipping my way down past her collarbone, and along the tops of her willowy breasts. I stop to tease her hardened nipples through the fabric still covering them, before continuing my descent down her body. I nip and kiss along her sides and stomach, swirling my tongue around the sensitive skin of her belly button.

"Pey—" she moans, not getting my full name out, and that drives me fucking wild with lust for her.

I stop my perusal of her body, pushing up on one arm and looking up at her. She's watching me as I hover over her.

"Want me to stop?" I cockily ask.

"Not a chance in hell," she retorts.

I keep my eyes on hers as I bring my lips back to her skin, sucking and biting my way down to the top of her panties. I bring a hand to her center, tracing the edge where it meets her skin. I ghost my fingers over her clit, applying just a light amount of pressure to it. Her hips buck under me as she seeks more friction. I slip a finger under the edge of her panties and along her seam. When I pull it away, much to her displeasure, my finger is coated in her wetness.

"Why are you stopping?" she pouts. The cuteness of her bottom lip pushed out has a chuckle falling from my lips.

"Not stopping, just getting these out of my way," I tell her, as I slip my fingers into the waistband of her panties and tug them from her hips.

"Oh! Okay," she says, lifting her ass off the bed to assist me in removing them. I slide them down her legs, bringing my lips to her skin every few inches. Once I reach her feet and have them completely off, I toss them behind me and onto the floor somewhere. Her legs fall back down onto the bed and I take my time looking her over once again. The only skin hidden from my view are her breasts, which are still cradled in her bra. It doesn't do much to hide them, but it's still sexy as fuck.

I pause my exploration of her body long enough to drop my own jeans but leave my boxers on for now.

I bring my hands down onto her calves, starting at her ankles and sliding them up. I watch her squirm under my touch as I ever so slowly run my fingertips up her legs until I reach her hips.

"Take off your bra for me, gorgeous," I say, as I brush my fingertips along her lower abdomen, just above her mound. She slips a hand behind her back and unclasps her bra, then slides the straps off her shoulders and tosses the bra onto the floor.

God damn, she's beautiful.

I groan loudly as I take in the rosy color of her pert nipples, then lean forward and drop a quick kiss to her lips before bending down and sucking a nipple into my mouth. As I latch on, I slip my fingers through her wet folds and sink two fingers inside of her.

"Fuck, Peyton!" Stacey cries out as her nails scrape up my back. I lavish her breasts, paying equal attention to both as I fuck her with my fingers and apply pressure to her clit with my thumb.

I can feel her body start to tremble around my fingers. Her breathing is coming in gasps and she starts to fall over the edge as her orgasm rolls through her body. I release her breast and slow my fingers, watching as she goes from tense to fully relaxed against the mattress. I slide up next to her on the bed, pulling her close as she recovers next to me.

A few minutes later, she starts to curl in closer to me, rolling on her side so she's facing me. I feel her lips connect with my chest as she places open mouthed kisses along my skin. I tip her chin up and bring my lips to hers, pulling her closer.

We lazily make out, exploring as our hands roam each other's bodies. Her hand makes it to the waistband of my boxers and slips in past the elastic. She wraps her fingers around my cock and I almost come unglued. It's been a long, long time since I've had sex. Between no serious relationship in the past few years and deployments, I've been pretty celibate—a few random hookups over the years, but they weren't anything worth remembering. Just a horny guy looking to scratch an itch every so often.

She starts to stroke my cock at a steady pace, rolling her fist around the crown before she slides her hand back down the shaft. I'm leaking like a teenage boy getting his first handjob, giving her much-needed lubrication. I can't take much more of her assault unless I want to blow my load in her hand, and I don't want that to happen this early in the night.

"Babe, you've got to stop. I'm going to blow," I say against her lips as I reach down and stop her movements. "I'd rather be inside of you when I come, if you don't mind."

"Then what are you waiting for?" she sassily asks.

Say no more.

I push myself off the bed and reach down for my jeans, losing my boxers in the process. I pull my wallet out and slip the condom out of it. I changed out the condom I had in there this morning, not wanting to take any chances it would be expired.

I rip the package open and roll it down my aching cock. With the condom in place, I hover back over her on the bed.

"You ready?" I ask one last time.

"Yes," she tells me, so I nudge her legs a little further apart. I rub the tip of my cock against her clit and through her folds, which pulls some inaudible moans from her lips.

I line myself up with her opening and after allowing just the tip to slip inside, I pull back out and then thrust in, stopping once I'm fully seated inside of her. The warmth that envelopes my cock has me seeing stars. I still, needing a moment to collect myself and keep myself from coming right away.

I drop my forehead to the crook of her neck and suck in a few deep breaths.

"You feel amazing," I whisper against her skin a few seconds later.

"Mmmhmm, so do you."

I shift my head up and kiss her as I start to pump my hips. We quickly find our rhythm and I pay attention to how her body reacts to every thrust, every flex of my hips.

I break the kiss and stop my thrusts, pulling out of her so I can change up our position. I slip off the bed and stand next to it. "Slide over here, put your ass right here," I tell her, patting the edge of the mattress.

She obliges and moves right in front of me, her legs opening for me. I grab one of her ankles and place her leg so her foot is resting on my shoulder. I push back inside her, and this angle has her pussy gripping my cock even tighter than before.

"This okay for you?" I ask as I start to move.

"Perfect," she pants as I hit her deeper and deeper. "Fuuuuuck," she moans. "I'm going to come."

"Yes, gorgeous, come on my cock. Let go, babe," I tell her between thrusts.

I feel her body start to flutter around my cock and I can feel the tingles of my own orgasm start to make their way down my spine. As her body really starts to spasm around my shaft, it triggers my own orgasm. I can't hold it back any longer and I thrust two more times before I drop her leg from my shoulder and collapse forward. My orgasm barrels through my bloodstream as I fill the condom with my release.

I pant against her shoulder, sucking in large gulps of air as I try and bring my breathing back to normal. I pull out and remove the condom, finding a small trashcan next to her nightstand to discard it into. I slide back onto the bed, pulling Stacey in next to me. She reaches down and pulls the sheet and blankets over us as we melt into each other.

She settles in with her head on my chest, my arm wrapped around her with my hand resting on her hip.

"You okay?" I finally ask, breaking the silence between us.

"Yeah, just thinking," she tells me. "I know you said earlier that you're getting together with Carson and the guys…but can I see you again, too?"

"Of course. I'm not just going to roll out of your bed, never to be seen or heard from again. I can't promise you much past this week, but I can promise you that I want to see you as much as I can before I have to leave next weekend. I've really enjoyed our time together and want more of it."

"Okay," she simply states.

"Were you worried I'd tell you no?"

"A little bit. I know you're only here for a little bit of time and it's not like either of us were expecting to meet each other or hit it off so quickly. I just don't want to monopolize your time. You're here to see your dad and friends, not a girl you just met."

"Don't worry about my friends. My dad, yeah, I need to spend some time with him. But I can spend all day during the week with him. I'm guessing you're going to have to work this week during the day."

"Yeah, I've got a busy work week ahead of me," she confirms. "Just tell me, please, if you change your mind. My feelings might be hurt, but I'd rather deal with that than you just ghosting on me or lying to me."

"Stacey, look at me," I tell her, shifting so we can look at each other. "If there's anything that I am, it's honest. I'll never lead you on, never lie to you. If things aren't working for me, then you'll be the first one to know. I don't play games. I've been there, done that. Relationships, no matter how new, how serious they are, deserve to be between the two people that are in them, not anyone else. I'd ask that if you're not feeling whatever this is between the two of us, that you'd be open and honest with me about it."

"Of course, and thank you. You've calmed my nerves. I was starting to worry that we'd jumped into bed together too quickly. I'm not usually so easily swept off my feet. I don't want you to think I'm some kind of easy girl."

"I'd never think that about you. Your past is just that, your past. It's made you who you are today. If that means you slept around while in college, so what, so have more than half of all the other college chicks. Same goes if you weren't the girl who slept around. I've been no saint in my past, but I also haven't been out there, sleeping with just any girl who'd spread her legs for me."

She starts to shake with laughter in my arms. "Definitely not the girl who slept her way around campus. I can count the number of guys I've slept with on one hand, and I don't even need all of my fingers to do so."

"Good. Then I get to corrupt you," I tell her, kissing her lips.

"Mmmm…I like the sound of that."