lips.
Then, my gaze falls to her low-cut top, more so to what’s popping out of it. Katie has great tits. Not too big and not too little. I move on to the short denim skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her long tan legs are any man’s fantasy.
Much like the clothes she wears, her personality is outgoing and demands attention also. Her husband takes business trips often, and when he’s gone, Katie sows her wild oats. She’s forever trying to get me to leave with her, and I wouldn’t hesitate if her husband weren’t my friend.
Alex grew up here in Fallport. He met Katie at college, and he brought her back here. Then, they got married shortly after. Why they’ve stayed married though, I’ll never understand. They don’t have a kind word for each other, they have no kids tying them together, and they both fuck around on each other every chance they get. Everyone in town knows it.
She settles on the stool, leaning her back on the bar, and crosses her long legs, showing them off to the table of teenagers sitting against the window. They take notice immediately. She winks at the boys and then slides her hand across my knee and up my thigh.
“How are you doin’ tonight, Tyler?” Her smile guarantees she gets what she wants from most guys.
Her full lips and deep dimples on her cheeks are deadly. Just from flashing that smile, she’s damn near gotten what she wants from me many times after I’ve had a few too many drinks.
“Hi, Cory.” She peeks around me and winks at Cory.
He smirks and rolls his eyes at her. He’s not her biggest fan, to say the least.
“I’ve been better, doll. How are you?” I respond.
She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds and spins her stool around so that her legs are between the two of us. She leans in toward me and squeezes my thigh. “I can help you feel better, Tyler.”
“Yeah? How’s that?”
She’s told me a million times exactly what she would do if I ever left with her, but hearing it never gets old.
I finish the last of the beer in front of me and then give Katie my full attention.
She leans in and whispers in my ear, “Baby, let’s get out of here, and I’ll make sure your night makes up for whatever put you in a bad mood today.” She slides her hand higher on my thigh, just brushing my cock.
My face flashes hot, like fire hot—not because of Katie, but because Truly is walking in the door at this very moment. What the fuck? Instinctively, I jerk away from Katie, spin my stool around, and plant my face in the palms of my hands.
“What’s wrong, Tyler?” Katie whines.
Slowly, I scrub my face and then catch the bartender as he passes. “Shot of Jameson, please.”
Katie asks again, “What’s wrong?”
What the fuck am I supposed to say? I just shake my head and look forward. This is so reminiscent of years ago. Only then, I didn’t care if Truly saw me with someone else.
The bartender slides the shot to me, and I pass him a ten-dollar bill. I quickly throw the shot down and slide the glass back to him, motioning for another. He pours it just as Truly takes a seat next to Cory.
As soon as Cory realizes who she is, he spins around on his stool and pulls her into a hug. “Well, speak of the devil!”
From the look that Truly has on her face and the way she’s looking at Katie and me, I have a good feeling Truly’s about to finish where she left off earlier. She’s going to torture me even more for pissing her off all those years ago.
Cory calls the bartender over to get Truly a drink, and I block out whatever it is they are discussing and throw down the second shot.
Truly leans behind Cory and looks at me. “Hi, Tyler. Long time no see, huh?”
I keep facing forward, only looking at her through the mirror behind the bar. In my peripheral vision, I see Katie turn and look between Truly and me.
“Yeah. Been a few hours now, hasn’t it?”
She meets my eyes in the mirror and then looks at Katie. “Right. Who’s your