Karaoke at the Tumbleweed (4 page)

Fuck this woman was amazing. He was in deep shit here in the little town of Ulrich.

Chapter Three

At ten-thirty that night, Darlene knocked on Nicole’s front door. “Come in,” Nicole said as she finished getting ready. She looked at herself in the mirror again. The words Tag had said to her before he left replaying in her head. “You’re so incredibly beautiful like this, natural.” He was of course referring to the fact that she was without makeup.

Now looking at herself, Nicole hoped he would like the way she looked tonight. She’d been wearing makeup since she was fifteen, like all the girls in town. It was too much to ask of her to leave the house without at least putting on some of her face. So she’d opted for eyeliner, although in a subtle brown shade instead of her usual black, mascara and a touch of blush.

Nicole adjusted her large breasts in the skimpy red bandana print halter top before pulling on her red cowboy boots. She knew her short jean skirt wasn’t really appropriate attire for the back of a motorcycle but the thought of her bare pussy rubbing against Tag’s back on the drive home already had her wet.

Stepping out into the living room, Nicole spotted Darlene in the kitchen getting a beer out of the fridge. “Hey, girlfriend, I’m ready,” Nicole said as she gathered her purse.

Darlene opened the Old Milwaukee and looked at Nicole. “I thought you said you were ready?” Darlene lifted a turquoise shadowed eye.

Biting her lip, Nicole looked down at herself. “I am.”

Walking up to her, Darlene looked closely at her face. “You forgot the rest of your face.”

Smiling, Nicole touched her eyes, nose and mouth. “Nope. I have all the necessary parts.”

“Smart ass. You know what I mean. What’s with the wholesome look tonight?” Darlene took a gulp of the beer.

Shrugging her shoulders, Nicole walked toward the door. “Tag told me I was beautiful this morning. And I wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup. I just thought I’d give it a try.”

“So you’re changing for this bartender already? Oh Nicole.
So
not a good idea. You don’t know anything about the man. He could just be using you and then he’ll leave town and take your heart with him.”

Shooing Tink out the door in front of them, Nicole locked her house. “I do trust him. Don’t ask me why but I do. And you’ve got a lot of room to talk. Seems to me someone dating a man like Mule wouldn’t pass judgment.”

“Mule’s a good man. You just remember what he was like in high school and won’t give him a break.”

“The man’s nickname is Mule. Shouldn’t that tell you something?” Nicole got into Darlene’s Chevy Chevette that she’d had since high school.

“You know he got that nickname because he has a big cock.” Darlene started the car after putting her beer between her legs.

“You and I both know he didn’t get that name because he has a big cock.” Nicole rolled her eyes at her friend.

“Okay. Maybe originally it was because of one stupid dare on one drunken night in high school but he does have a huge cock.” Darlene smiled and winked at Nicole. “I just don’t want to see you hurt like last time.”

“Please don’t bring Lonnie into this. Just give Tag a chance will ya? I really like this guy. He’s different then the other men I’ve been with. He looks at me like I’m the best thing goin’.” Nicole shrugged and looked out the window. “It’s nice.”

Darlene pulled into the Tumbleweed parking lot and turned off the engine although it still coughed and sputtered for another couple of seconds. “All right. I’ll give your new man a chance. But if he hurts you, I’m siccing Mule on him.”

Getting out of the car, Nicole pulled her short skirt back down. “Deal,” she said as she walked arm in arm with her best friend toward the door. “I’ll probably spend some of my evening at the bar keeping Tag company but I’d love to play a game of pool or two.”

Bumping their hips together, Darlene opened the door. “I can handle that.”

Tag spotted Nicole as soon as she walked through the door. The place was rowdy tonight and he reminded himself to keep an eye on his new lady. As she approached the bar, Tag took in the way she looked and decided he might just have his hands full with this one. He watched as her large firm breasts bounced a little as she strolled toward him. Licking his lips, Tag felt his cock go hard in an instant.

Stepping up to the bar, Nicole gave him a killer smile. “Hey, you.”

“Damn, woman. You look good enough to eat.” He leaned over the bar and gave her a kiss, brushing his fingers across her erect nipple as he thrust his tongue into her mouth.

He broke the kiss and looked into Nicole’s eyes. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” Wendy Jean chose that moment to holler his name. He looked over at her and nodded. “What can I get you to drink?”

“Just a draw of beer. Will it bother you if I leave you for a few minutes and play Darlene in a game of pool?” Nicole leaned against the bar, showing Tag a generous view of her breasts.

Groaning, Tag couldn’t help but to slip a finger between those glorious creamy mounds. “It’s fine with me. Just do me a favour and save me a dance. I have another break coming in an hour.” Wendy Jean yelled at him again and he quickly filled an icy glass of beer for Nicole before going to the other end of the bar to mix drinks.

He watched as Nicole took her beer and walked over to the pool table. She put her quarters down to save her spot in line and went to find her friend.

“Honestly, Tag, if you’re going to drool, at least do it while you work.”

Tag looked up to find Wendy Jean smiling at him. “Don’t worry. I like Skeeter. I just like getting good tips even better. Now hurry up with my order.” She finished her sentence with a wink and Tag nodded.

“I can’t help it. She’s just so damn beautiful. What in the hell is wrong with the men of this town? Even if she’d turned me down after I approached her, I would have kept trying until she gave in.”

Placing the drinks securely on her tray, Wendy Jean tilted her head sideways. “I think that’s because you seem interested in more than a quick piece of ass from her. The guys around here usually only want one thing when they come to the bar, to get laid and then go back to their wives or girlfriends. Skeeter’s known these fellas her entire life. She knows their wives and girlfriends so she doesn’t give most of them the time of day.”

“Good. That’s nice to hear. I don’t plan on sharing her with anyone. She’s mine.” Tag nodded once and went back to tending bar.

When it was finally her turn to play pool, Nicole signalled to Darlene and headed to pick out a stick. A hand running across her butt, made Nicole smile. Turning around she expected to see Tag, what she saw instead was the worst nightmare of her life. “Lonnie? What are you doing back in town?”

The good-looking blond man stepped even closer to Nicole. “I came back to see if you’ll forgive me, Skeeter?”

Taking several steps back, Nicole put her hand up to ward him off. “My name’s not Skeeter and you know how much I hate that. Are you sure you came back for me or for some more of my savings?” Nicole turned her back on him and approached the table. She glanced over her shoulder as Lonnie stood with his mouth open. “Give it up Lonnie. You’ll never get another thing from me. You’re damn lucky I don’t call Sheriff Buford on your ass.”

Trying her best to ignore him, Nicole let Darlene break. She ended up with solids, which were her favourites. Glancing up, Nicole spotted Tag watching her. She wondered if he’d seen the exchange with Lonnie.

“Your shot kiddo,” Darlene said as she seemed to keep one eye on Nicole and one on Lonnie.

“Sorry,” Nicole said as she studied the table. She finally decided on her shot, partly because it was across the table from where Lonnie stood. After watching the ball sink into the hole, Nicole walked around the table again. This time, she watched as Darlene insinuated herself between Nicole and Lonnie. God bless her best friend.

The game went on that way, with Darlene trying her best to run interference. She didn’t want to start a fight but she didn’t like the way Lonnie kept looking at her. Evidently she wasn’t the only one because right after losing the game to Darlene, strong arms wrapped around her. She could tell by the Old Spice aftershave it was Tag and she leaned back against him.

Kissing Nicole’s neck, Tag kept his eyes on the man in the corner. “Dance?”

Turning around in his arms, Nicole looked up at him and smiled. “I’d love a dance. Do you know how to two-step?”

“Darlin’ I was born to two-step. You just try and keep up with this old man.” Tag smiled and gave her a quick kiss before leading her to the dance floor. He started them off at a respectable distance apart but as they moved and twirled around the dance floor, he pulled her closer. He’d danced in a million bars in all corners of the world and his particular style showed it. He loved the fiery Latin dances and often liked to incorporate the hip rolls and sexually suggestive movements into all his steps.

As he danced Nicole around the floor he soon felt eyes on him. Placing his hand tighter on Nicole’s ass, he pulled her even closer and bent down to speak into her ear. “Who is he?”

He felt Nicole stiffen in his arms. Running his tongue along the shell of her ear, Tag felt her relax again. “That’s Lonnie, my ex-boyfriend and biggest mistake.”

He could still feel this Lonnie guy’s eyes on him but he didn’t bother looking his way. Instead he pulled Nicole even closer to his body, loving the way her curves felt against him. “I thought he wasn’t in town.”

“I thought so, too. He must have just shown up or I’m sure everyone would’ve been bending my ear telling me he was back.” She kissed Tag’s neck. “You don’t have anything to worry about, papa bear.”

Giving her a real kiss, Tag thrust his tongue possessively inside her wet depths. “Good. You’re mine.”

“Yes. I am.”

After their dance, Tag led Nicole back where he could protect her. Finding an empty stool at one of the high tables, Tag set it at the end of the bar where he could get to her quickly if he needed. It was also nice for a quick grope and kiss when he was between customers.

After a fairly long stretch of filling drink orders, he took Nicole another Diet Rite and an order of nachos. She smiled when he set the basket of food and the beer down.

“Are you trying to get me drunk or fat?”

“Neither, but if you were to get drunk, I’d happily take care of you. And if you gain weight, I figure that’ll just be more of you to hold.” He went around the end of the bar to insinuate himself between Nicole’s bare thighs.

She looked around and tried to close her legs. “Um… my skirt is a little short for this particular position.”

Tag looked down and licked his lips at the picture she made. Although her ass was still covered by the skirt, Nicole’s pussy was clearly on display. Groaning, Tag reached down and thrust two fingers deep into her wet depths. Nicole’s head tilted back as she moaned and looked into his eyes.

Bending slightly to whisper in her ear, Tag continued his rhythm in and out of her. “You’re a bad girl, angel. I have half a mind to flip you over this bar and spank this beautiful ass of yours.”