The Bar Stool

Get your ass over here. You are not hiding from me.

Tanner's hands has been resting on my thigh the whole time we've been here. A few times I've had to slap his hand away from going any further. But my strings holding me back are slowly breaking.

"Dream car?" He asks shoving one of my boneless barbecue wings in his mouth.

"You have your own right in front of you, you mooch." I bump his shoulder with mine. "And an Audi, all blacked out." I say, the buzz I get just thinking about it makes me happy. "I've never laid eyes on something so hot." I pick up a fry dipping it in ketchup, smirking slightly.

"Hey now that's not true." Tanner playfully whines. His bottom lip pouting out slightly

I laugh. Leaning forward kissing him on his cheek chewing my delicious fry. "You're right, your truck is hotter."

I catch a hint of joy in his eyes as I say this. Seeming I told him a million times how much I hate his obnoxious truck. "What happen to it being obnoxious, as you so say."

"It got under your skin huh?" I tease him running my painted nails up his jean leg.

"You keep doing that Tayzley, you'll have a one way ticket to my back seat." He warns.

But my hand moves up more, the heel of my black boot runs up his shin before he slaps my hand away with a grunt.

I perk a brow at him. "Since when does Tough nuts Tanner say no?"

"Do you want me f*****g you right here, in front of everyone?" His eyes moving around the crowded room landing back on mine.

"Let them watch." I give him a smug look as I repeat his line he gave me the day he came into the salon the morning after we kissed. "I need to use the ladies room are you good here?" I ask setting my hands down flat on the table about to stand up. He doesn't say anything, just stares at me with hungry eyes, dark and blue.

Without saying anything I make way to the restrooms in the back. I can feel Tanners eyes on my ass as I give him a show. Swaying my hips from left to right, with every step I take.

As I enter the bathroom, I left out the biggest breath. The tension between us has me spiraling with emotions. My hands rest on the sink, the ache between my legs can't take this any longer.

I quickly relieve myself - no not what your thinking. I had to piss.- and head back towards the table where I find Tanner handing Kelly our bill. He already has everything in boxes and ready to go.

"Keep the change,"he tells Kelly. Before I have a moment to say goodbye to her, Tanner already has me out the door and into the cold winter air.

As he drags me to his car, my long legs try to keep up with his even bigger strides to his truck.

What's the damn rush?

Spinning me around Tanner drops the food on the ground. Not caring that he just wasted at least thirty bucks on wings. His seemingly warm body presses mine against the passenger door of his truck. "You can't just tease me like that and think you're going to get away with it Ms. Grism." He speaks slowly. His warm, very warm breath skimming against the skin against my neck.

"Teasing? Me? Noooo." I joke, tilting my head to the side to give him more free range for his lips to mark me. His pelvis presses into mine, his hands latch onto my hips and move me out of the way. Where he now opens the door.

The loss of contact has me yearning, wanting him to place his mouth back on my neck, his hands digging into my waist. "Get in," he says sternly. I nod, feeling his eyes on me the whole time as I climb in and catch my breath before he comes around and climbs in.

The air inside the truck is so thick, so hot the windows are beginning to fog up. I can't control my breathing around him. And I don't think I ever will be able too.

When the truck sounds to life, he keeps it idle. No moving, just silence. Very heavily tensioned silence. Without thinking my body moves for itself, climbing over the armrests and into his seat.

My hands are in his hair and my mouth is on his. It's like tasting your favorite candy each time, when I kiss him. I just want more and more.

I let his hands find their way to my thighs, helping my dress move up my legs. I know by the way he pinches the fabric of my leggings and let it snap back against my skin, he's frustrated, but he hides it with pressing his mouth harder against mine.

"You're not to wear those around me anymore, please." He pleads. I pull my lips from his, my eyes closed, my forehead resting against his.

"Okay." I breathe.

***

When we stumble into Tanner's house Tanner's back is the first to hit his bed. My thighs on either side of his while my hands run up and down the fabric of his shirt. I'm not sure how I look from this angle to him. But by the look his eyes are giving me its not a bad sight.

"What?" I ask, messing with the loose button of his shirt.

His body shifts to where he is now on his elbows. "You."

"What about me Tanner?" I ask rolling my eyes. "Are we really going to be this cheesy unrealistic couple?"I twirl his tie between my fingertips.

He laughs, titling his head back. I watch his head extend and snap back as his now dark blue eyes meet mine. "Far from it." In a quick movement Tanner now has me under him. His hands on my hips tugging off my leggings, careful to keep my panties in place.

"What about your sis-" I don't even finish asking about his sister, before his lips are on mine and my moans are being taken by his hungry kiss.

The synchronization of our breathing couldn't be a more beautiful sound. My hands are in his hair, down his neck and on his lower back pulling his shirt from his dress pants. I want it off and I want it off now.

He gets the point and pulls it over his head giving me full view of his amazingly toned chest. In the dimmest of light I can make out the smallest scar planted on his right shoulder. The only imperfection about him really.

Bending down he takes my lips in his again, before I can say anything about his glorious skin covering my clothed body. My hands soon come in contact with his muscles, the feeling of them flexing under my palms as he rolls himself against me has my back arch off the bed bringing our bodies much closer.

I'm so hot, so f*****g hot I have to stop him. I don't want to but I have too.

"What? Too much?"

"No, I'm just really hot."

He smirks. "Yeah you are."

"No Tanner, I need to get out of this damn dress I'm temperature hot you ornery ass."

"I know." He swiftly kisses me before getting up off the bed walking to his dresser across the room. "Here, put these on. The bathroom is right outside the door." He nods his head towards his bedroom door. I take the clothes thanking him and heading to the bathroom to change.

Stepping into the bathroom, the tub is filled with little bath toys, the corners have bottles of no-tear shampoo and a pink washcloth hangs on the rail.

I'm still not over the fact that Tanner is a father. That the guy I am starting to like -a lot might I add- has a child and was previously married. It stings slightly, but he can't go back in time and change it.

Most people say their children are the best thing that's ever happened to them. I'm mean Tanner did say that tonight at the restaurant, but he also said I might be as well.

Peeling the dress from my body I rid my thoughts and push them back with my evil b***h of a conscience. Whom of which I'm glad has stayed out of my way. I pull Tanners loose fitted gray T-shirt over my black laced bra and look into the mirror.

The words ARMY in big bold black lettering lay just across the peaks of my breasts. It looks odd on me, but the cool material against my warm skin and the smell of him fused through the shirt makes me never wanting to take it off.

Next I hold up his sweats, although Tanner is tall and wears and extra large in sweats does not mean its going to fit over the mountain I call my ass. I jump I twist and turn and they don't even make it past the dip right below my cheek and thigh.

I peek my head out the door, Tanner is sitting on his bed his hands placed in his lap in a proper manner as he waits for me to return.

"Umm," I say. "The sweats don't really fit can I just have my leggings back?" I nearly dare to ask, because of his demand for me not to wear them around him.

"We're adults here Tayzley. Just come out what else could go wrong?"

I sigh, looking down at my exposed thighs and purple Victoria secret underwear. "Fine..." I groan, pulling the door back to fully reveal my lower half to him for the first time.

Its not that my thighs are ungodly huge its just they touch and yes I have cellulite but who the f**k doesn't.

"Purple really is your favorite color." He jokes sitting back on his hands watching me.

"Shut up." I groan quickly walking to his bed to help myself get under the covers, but like f*****g always he stops me. His longs fingers pressing into the flushed skin of my wrist.

"Get your ass over here. You are not hiding from me." With a tug of my wrist I'm straddling his lap once again for the third time tonight.

I'm lost in the lust of his eyes.

Lost in the touch of his hands skimming across my lower back and down the fabric of my panties to get a firm grab on my ass.

Lost in the f*****g way my hips automatically react and begin a steady back and forth movement against him.