Free Chaste (McCullough Mountain) by Lydia Michaels

like a knife through butter on a hot day?
    Irritated,
he shoved all thoughts of the girl away, yet his eyes continued to return to
their little booth. Damn it! It was like their roles reversed. She was normally
the stalker. Not him! He was Kelly McCullough and he needed to knock this shit
off right now.
    He
made sure to deliver all of their drinks and take care of serving their meal,
which wasn’t his job. Every time he approached the table, he came from a
direction so that Josh saw him first and every time Kelly sent the other man
the same threatening scowl. He was losing it.
    Josh
had worked with the family for about five years and had been playing cards with
the McCulloughs for almost two. He was quiet, harmless, and polite. Tosser. So
why the fuck did it bother Kelly so much that he was going out with Ashlynn
Fisher? They’d probably make sense together if Kelly let them carry on their
date.
    “Looking
a little green there, boss,” Sue said as she put the glasses through the wash
cycle.
    He
scowled at his employee. “What’s it to you?”
    “Should’ve
asked her out when you had the chance,” she sang as she piled the clean glasses
into the crate to dry.
    “I
don’t ask girls out. They ask me. And I don’t date. I do. ”
    She
rolled her eyes. “Looks like Josh’s gonna be doing some doing soon.”
    His
head snapped back to the lovebirds. The music had gotten louder and Ashlynn
moved to his side of the booth. Her blond head nodded as Josh told a story,
animating with his hands. When she laughed it was a sweet tinkling of sound
that didn’t get lost in the chatter filling the bar and it cut right to his
groin.
    “He’s
lucky if he even kisses her,” he mumbled, closing out a tab.
    “I
don’t know…they’re looking pretty cozy over there.”
    “Will
you stop talking like that!”
    “Like
what?”
    “All
sing- songie and shit.”
    Sue
chuckled. As she walked away to clear a table she mumbled, “Jealous, jealous,
jealous….”
    By
the end of the night, Josh and Ashlynn were still seated next to each other in
their booth. Kelly wondered how she’d gotten to the bar if her truck was still
out of commission. Maybe she hadn’t left yet because she needed a ride home.
His jaw locked as he imagined Josh driving her home and putting the moves on
her.
    “Hey,
Kelly…”
    Kelly
turned and found Katie, a local girl who could do amazingly flexible things
with her body because she’d taken yoga. When he was a wee lad they called it
Twister, but now a days lassies refereed to it as yoga and it made for quite
interesting bed sport. “Hey, Katie. How you doin’, love?”
    He
usually enjoyed the nights she popped in. They played well together. Always
shared Olympic gold medalist sex, multiple orgasms, and never required any
excuses in the morning, but tonight his head was elsewhere.
    “You
got plans tonight?”
    His
gaze pulled from Ashlynn and Josh. “What? Oh. I have some shit I have to stay
late and take care of. How about a rain check?”
    What
shit? His cock
called him a liar and forced a barrage of memories into his head of all the
lovely contortionist things Katie could do.
    She
pouted. “Suit yourself. If you get done early, you know my number.”
    Tell
her you’ll meet her after closing!
    He
nodded. “Next time, love.”
    Once
Katie turned to walk away he returned his gaze to the booth at the back. Josh
was standing and offering Ashlynn a hand as she slid out of the seat. Kelly had
the strangest urge to do something, but didn’t have the first bloody clue what.
    Jesus,
he was like an incompetent teenager. What the fuck was happening to him? He was
Kelly McCullough for God’s sake!
    “See
ya, Kelly,” Josh said as he walked past, his arm around Ashlynn’s shoulders.
    Kelly’s
eyes narrowed as Sue snuck behind him and whispered, “Kissy, kissy, kissy.”
    “You’re
fired, wench,” he mumbled, his gaze glued to the door as it closed behind the
couple.

 
 
 
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