Free Hussy by Selena Kitt Page A

them?”
    “ I’m familiar with the concept.”
    “ Except he was the one who got killed.”
    Zach shook his head. “There were only about two hundred total U.S. casualties in Desert Storm.”
    “ Yeah.” She gave him a wry smile. “Talk about bad surprises. But that’s my luck for you… I inherited it from my mother.”
    “ So it’s been just you and your mom since?”
    “ My stepdad came into the picture when I was about five or six.”
    “ You don’t like him very much.”
    She turned her face out toward the window. “So, you never said, did you see any action?”
    “ I was on a fast-attack sub. We had a few hunter-killer missions. That’s what we were there to do.” He glanced over and she felt his eyes on her. “I take it you don’t like talking about your stepfather?”
    “ Hey, look at that, we’re here.” She leaned forward as he pulled into a parking lot. “Where’s here?”
    “ Okay, I can take a hint.” Zach opened his door.
    She rolled her eyes as she got out, turning her bottom toward him and rubbing the satin seat of her shorts. “Promises, promises.”
    “ Come on, sexy.” He smacked her behind on the way past, popping the trunk. “Let’s see if I can top front row seats at Kenny Wayne Shepard followed by an orgasm under the flight pattern of an F-16.”
    She raised her eyebrows as he took a guitar case out. “Why… are you planning two orgasms?”
    “ Could be.” He grinned, slipping his arm around her waist as he led her toward a darkly lit building. She heard music already, a low, steady beat.
    She showed her fake I.D. at the door and they went into a little blues bar, smoky and dark inside and packed with people. Zach ordere d himself a beer and Lindsey a Coke and she rolled her eyes at that, but drank it thirstily as they searched for a seat near the front of the stage. The band was playing a cover of Stevie Ray Vaughan’s Double Trouble and Zach left his guitar on the edge of the stage, giving a nod to the lead singer.
    They gave up on looking for a place to sit and Lindsey wrinkled her nose at Zach as she led him out onto the dance floor, but it was too loud for her to ask what was up. Besides, the music made her want to take her clothes off, and if she couldn’t do that, at the very least, she wanted to be pressed between the sea of bodies, as close to Zach as she could get.
    She got her wish. The dance floor was almost as packed as the tables had been. Wrapping her arms up around Zach’s neck, she rubbed the front of her body against him, shifting her hips into his. His eyes lit up as he watched her, his hands resting at her waist, and she smiled as their bodies moving in easy synch. Most guys she dated did the usual white-boy snap and sway, but her body knew immediately that Zach could really dance .
    When the song ended, he dragge d her, protesting, off the floor. She flagged a waitress while he was up at the front of the stage, talking to the lead singer during a lull in their set, and ordered three shots of whiskey. Zach turned just as she was about to down the last one, and snatched it from her, making a face.
    “ Hey!” she protested, grabbing for it.
    “ No way.” He tossed it back himself, grimacing. “If you want, I’ll get you a beer.”
    She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms but accepted the beer when the waitress came over with it. Lindsey saw the way the woman looked at Zach, the way she rubbed her ample chest “accidentally” against his arm when she set the beer on the table they’d managed to squeeze in at. The waitress shot her a dirty look when she turned to go, and Lindsey made a face at her back, knowing immediately it was a racial thing.
    “ Where are you going?” Lindsey grasped Zach’s arm as he headed toward the stage.
    He grinned and shook her off. “You’ll see.”
    Of course, the guitar case should have tipped her off. She actually thought he might just know the lead singer or something and was dropping it off for him.