Free Forgive Me (Callaway Book 2) by Kaithlin Shepherd Page B
Authors: Kaithlin Shepherd
Amanda was doing drinking by herself. The idea of her drunk in a bar full of men, looking at her like she was their next meal, made him want to kill someone. He knew Owen would never let anything happen to her, but that didn't mean he had to like it.
When he pulled up to the bar, he saw Owen outside with Amanda, who was singing and dancing while looking sexy as hell. He glanced at Owen who had his hands up in surrender, and he took a deep breath before walking toward them. When she saw him, she ran toward him; he opened his arms and braced himself for the impact.
The one thing he knew about Amanda drunk was that she loved physical contact, so when she jumped on him, he was ready. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he grabbed her denim-covered ass, groaning at the feel of her. "Drew, you're here. You're so hot." She was definitely drunk, but damn if she wasn't adorable.
She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and it felt so damn good holding her, he didn't want to let her go. "All right, let's get you home, baby."
"Hmmmm, are you going to kiss me if I go home with you? Because I really want you to kiss me." She licked his neck and started grinding her hips over his erection, moaning at the friction.
When she licked his ear and started whispering all the things she wanted him to do to her, he pushed her against the back of his truck and pinned her in place with his body. If he felt her grind on his hip for one more second, he wouldn't be able to stop, and there was no way he was doing this with her drunk. "Jesus Christ, Amanda."
She looked at him and he saw a flash of sadness pass across her eyes. He hated that look, but he couldn't take advantage of her, not like this. "You don't want me?" The disappointment and embarrassment he heard in her voice was something new coming from her. She had always been so confident, and he didn't like seeing this new vulnerability from her.
"Fuck, Amanda, I want you more than I want my next breath right now, but you're drunk and we are not those people. Let's get you home." He forced himself to stay in control. Fucking her in that moment would've been so easy, but it wouldn't mean anything, and that wasn't going to work for him.
He carried her to the other side of his truck, still holding her up, and dropped her down on the seat before buckling her in. When she kissed the side of his neck as he fixed her seatbelt, he felt his control slip. "You put those lips on me again, Amanda, and I won't care that you're drunk. I'll take you right here in the cab of my truck. I'm hanging on by a thread here. Help me out." She didn't say anything, just nodded, and he thanked God for making her cooperate.
When she was settled in the truck, he walked back to where Owen stood, watching him with a huge grin on his face. "Thanks for calling me, man."
Owen shrugged it off like it wasn't a big deal, but they both knew it was. "No problem. Figured if she was drinking to forget you, I wasn't about to let her leave with another man."
The mention of her leaving with another man made him clench his fists, but he quickly shook the image out of his head. "I owe you."
"You would have done the same if she would have been mine. Now, get your girl home." His girl. Damn, that sounded right. Yeah, she was his, and he was going to make her see that sooner rather than later.
She stayed silent on the drive home. He kept checking on her every few minutes, making sure she was okay because Amanda drunk wasn't usually quiet. She focused on her hands which were crossed on top of her thighs; she looked so fragile. "What were you doing at Owen's bar?"
She didn't answer him until they pulled in her drive. "Trying to forget."
He put his truck in park, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned his body so he was facing her. "Forget what?"
She looked up at him, and the sorrow he saw in her eyes broke his heart. "You." She said it like she was hoping he wouldn't hear her.
"Why were you trying to forget me?" he asked
When he pulled up to the bar, he saw Owen outside with Amanda, who was singing and dancing while looking sexy as hell. He glanced at Owen who had his hands up in surrender, and he took a deep breath before walking toward them. When she saw him, she ran toward him; he opened his arms and braced himself for the impact.
The one thing he knew about Amanda drunk was that she loved physical contact, so when she jumped on him, he was ready. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he grabbed her denim-covered ass, groaning at the feel of her. "Drew, you're here. You're so hot." She was definitely drunk, but damn if she wasn't adorable.
She pressed her face into the crook of his neck and it felt so damn good holding her, he didn't want to let her go. "All right, let's get you home, baby."
"Hmmmm, are you going to kiss me if I go home with you? Because I really want you to kiss me." She licked his neck and started grinding her hips over his erection, moaning at the friction.
When she licked his ear and started whispering all the things she wanted him to do to her, he pushed her against the back of his truck and pinned her in place with his body. If he felt her grind on his hip for one more second, he wouldn't be able to stop, and there was no way he was doing this with her drunk. "Jesus Christ, Amanda."
She looked at him and he saw a flash of sadness pass across her eyes. He hated that look, but he couldn't take advantage of her, not like this. "You don't want me?" The disappointment and embarrassment he heard in her voice was something new coming from her. She had always been so confident, and he didn't like seeing this new vulnerability from her.
"Fuck, Amanda, I want you more than I want my next breath right now, but you're drunk and we are not those people. Let's get you home." He forced himself to stay in control. Fucking her in that moment would've been so easy, but it wouldn't mean anything, and that wasn't going to work for him.
He carried her to the other side of his truck, still holding her up, and dropped her down on the seat before buckling her in. When she kissed the side of his neck as he fixed her seatbelt, he felt his control slip. "You put those lips on me again, Amanda, and I won't care that you're drunk. I'll take you right here in the cab of my truck. I'm hanging on by a thread here. Help me out." She didn't say anything, just nodded, and he thanked God for making her cooperate.
When she was settled in the truck, he walked back to where Owen stood, watching him with a huge grin on his face. "Thanks for calling me, man."
Owen shrugged it off like it wasn't a big deal, but they both knew it was. "No problem. Figured if she was drinking to forget you, I wasn't about to let her leave with another man."
The mention of her leaving with another man made him clench his fists, but he quickly shook the image out of his head. "I owe you."
"You would have done the same if she would have been mine. Now, get your girl home." His girl. Damn, that sounded right. Yeah, she was his, and he was going to make her see that sooner rather than later.
She stayed silent on the drive home. He kept checking on her every few minutes, making sure she was okay because Amanda drunk wasn't usually quiet. She focused on her hands which were crossed on top of her thighs; she looked so fragile. "What were you doing at Owen's bar?"
She didn't answer him until they pulled in her drive. "Trying to forget."
He put his truck in park, unbuckled his seatbelt, and turned his body so he was facing her. "Forget what?"
She looked up at him, and the sorrow he saw in her eyes broke his heart. "You." She said it like she was hoping he wouldn't hear her.
"Why were you trying to forget me?" he asked