Ain't No Better View

Throwing Little Cherry Bombs into my Fire

          When we got back to the bar, the music was thumping. Heading straight to the bartender, I ordered two shots for me and two for Brinleigh. As we slammed back our shots, the music changed to something a little slower. Before I knew it, I was being dragged out onto the dance floor by the little blue eyed beauty. We danced, pressed close to one another as Luke Bryan sang about cottonwood falling like snow in July. Because of our closeness, my nose filled with her sweet scent. And just like all the other times I caught a whiff of her sweet scent, my dick took notice. Because we were so close, Im sure Brinleigh felt my dick twitch, but she didn't act like it phased her.  
          As we swayed, I found that I was relaxed for the first time in a week. Being close to her like this was heady, but I was doing my damnedest to keep my libido in check. But the alcohol flowing through my system was making that harder than it should be. 
          Needing to get my mind off of her and all the things that my dick wanted to do to her, I began singing along with the song. 

“Your voice is amazing!” said Brinleigh, looking up at me, her blue eyes glassy from alcohol but still so beautiful. She really was a beauty.

“Thanks.” I replied and pulled her head back to me so that it was resting on my chest once again. Holding her like this just felt right. 

          As the song finished up, Brinleigh stood on her tip toes and I leaned forward. When our lips touched, the shock that I was becoming familiar with was there. Before the kiss could turn indecent, I broke it and stared down at her. 

“Another shot?” I asked. 

          Before she could reply, I heard someone yell her name from across the bar. Turning, I saw Gabe, Ryder, and Adam heading in our direction. 

“Shit.” I muttered.

“They're going to find out eventually.” said Brinleigh. 

“I know.” I said. 

          When the three of them reached us, I could tell that they were well on their way to drunkville. All three of them had glassy eyes and swayed a little with each step they took. I watched as Gabe lifted Brinleigh, spinning her around and nearly falling over. Seeing him lift her like that had the little green monster deep inside of me seeing red.
          I watched as Ryder and Adam both leaned forward and placed a kiss in each of her cheeks and once again the little green monster clawed to get out. 

“Man, how did you get a chance to dance with this pretty little thing? I have been begging for a dance for nearly 4 years with her and she always says no.” said Ryder.

“I'm just lucky I guess.” I said shrugging.

“No, you have a death wish!” said Gabe. He had been the one to warn me about flirting with Brinleigh not even a week ago.

“Gabe, I'm a grown ass woman. I can make my own damn decisions. My uncle doesn't rule my life.” said Brinleigh, throwing her hands on her hips and glaring at him. Seeing her in defense mode was kind of hot. 

“Maybe so but you know how Ryan is going to react. And what happened to ‘I don't date race guys’” said Gabe. 

“Who said anything about dating? I was dancing with the guy.” said Brinleigh.  

“And making out.” chimed in Adam. 

“And your point? Like I said, I’m a grown ass woman. If I want to make out with someone in a bar, I will. If I want to dance with someone that works for my uncle, I will. And if I want to take him back to my hotel tonight, I will and there ain't a goddamn thing that you can do about it.” Said Brinleigh, stabbing her finger in Gabe’s chest to emphasize her point. 
Holy shit she's hot when she's pissed. 

          When she mentioned taking me back to her hotel, my jaw nearly hit the floor. Seems that her thoughts were drifting in the same direction as my own. Since our kiss only a few minutes ago, my mind had been imagining all the things that I could do to her. 

“I'm just looking out for you Brinny!” said Gabe, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

“I don't need you looking after me, Gabe. And I told you to never call me that. I hate that nickname.” said Brinleigh.  

“If you say so.” said Gabe.

“I do. Now, how about we all get a drink, head back to yalls table, and enjoy the rest of the night. Think we can do that?” asked Brinleigh.

“Yeah.” Gabe, Ryder, and Alex all mumbled. 

When Brinleigh turned to me, I nodded indicating that I was fine with that plan. 

“Good. Chase and I will get drinks and meet you at yall’s table. What are yall drinking?” said Brinleigh. 

          After the guys rattled off their drinks, they turned and walked away, leaving Brinleigh and I standing in the middle of the dance floor. The was a high energy song playing now, the bass beating.

“Let's get those drinks” I said, smiling down at her. On a whim, I grabbed her hand and led her to the bar. 

🏁🏁🏁🏁🏁

“You ready to get out of here?” asked Brinleigh as she leaned over towards me so that only I could hear. 

“Yeah, if you are.” I said matching her tone. I was more than ready. On more than one occasion, she had dragged me out onto the dance floor. Each time she did, it got harder and harder for me to ignore her ass grinding against my front. 

“Take me home big boy.” she whispered and then smiled.

“Alright y'all, we're going to head out.” said Brinleigh as she turned back to the group.

“Yeah, we are too. It's close to closing time anyhow.” said Ryder.

“Alright then! See y'all at the track tomorrow for the Busch race.” said Brinleigh as she stood from her seat, swaying slightly. Instinctively, my hands landed on her hips, steadying her.  

“Whoa. You okay?” I asked.

“Yeah.” she replied before turning to the guys and saying “see yall later.” 

          Grabbing my hand, she began leading us through the now sparse crowd and out onto the street. Once outside, she stepped out onto the sidewalk, hailing a cab like she had done it countless times. I watched in envy because even though I lived in an area with more yellow cabs than one could count, I haven't perfected the art of hailing a cab.
          I watched as she climbed inside, looking up at me silently asking me what the hold up was. Getting my ass in gear, I slid into the back of the waiting cab and pulled her tightly against me. 

“Where to, folks?” asked the cabby. As far as cabs went, this one was okay. Although he could have used a different scent for his air fresheners. The musky scent that filled the car was nearly enough to choke you. Then again, I suppose he had to have it strong to cover the inevitable vomit that was sure to land on his floor boards.

          I listened as Brinleigh rattled off the name of the hotel she was staying at. Luck would have it that we were staying in the same place. The cabby punched in the hotel's name and quickly pulled back onto the street.