And never any oral.
It just can’t happen between us.
I turn the water on, angrily, and step into the shower, wondering if I’ll make it the next few weeks pretending to be Danger’s girl.
Why can’t he just play by the rules?
It’s not like the rules are hard to follow. Just be normal. No partying. No women. No drugs. No...well, I guess no fun.
There’s other ways to have fun.
I do a quick wash of my body and when I’m done I turn off the water and dry off. Once I’m fully dressed I step out into the room and realize it’s empty.
God dammit, Danger.
Chapter 11
Danger
Ever heard the expression you get what you ask for? Well, sometimes what you ask for isn’t the thing you need. Fuck, I wanted Monterey to suck my dick so badly. I never expected her to go through with it though. I felt like we were playing a game of chicken, and she moved first.
I don’t think I would have let her go through with sucking me off right there in the sleazy hotel we were in.
I mean, don’t get me wrong. I fucking wanted it. But not like that.
The thought of her in the shower pushed me out the room for fear of busting down the door and kissing her senseless before I fucked her silly.
So, I left and searched for a bar. Didn’t have to go far either before I found the little dive bar behind the hotel.
I step inside, checking out the joint before making my way to the bar on the right side of the space. “Miller Light,” I say to the bartender, knowing full well this isn’t the type of place to find a specialty type of beer. I’m sure a Miller Light might be pushing it.
“Got Bud Light, does that work, gorgeous?” the older lady says behind the oak bar.
“Perfect.” I just need something cold and fizzy to calm my nerves.
The small joint is made up of nothing but wood. Wood walls, wood bar, even has a hardwood flooring under wicker bar stools. There’s barely any light, and a few pool tables in the back I can barely make out through all the smoke from cigars and cigarettes.
The bartender pops the cap off my beer and slides it across the top of the bar. I pick it up and suck down a big portion of it, hoping it can calm me down.
Like I said, the moment Monterey lowered herself to her knees I was a goner.
I’m glad she got up before I could stop her. Because right now, I’m not really sure I would have made her stop.
But, I need to. I can’t play this game with her. I need to respect her and her father. And everything they’re both trying to do for me.
This race is important. Hell, this fucking career is important and I should be on my fucking knees thanking them every second of every day.
I sit at the bar, minding my own business when two men step up next to me. “You’re not as great a driver as you think you are,” the taller man spits out.
“And you definitely don’t deserve that Grander piece of Grade A pussy you’ve been given either,” the other man slurs.
“Watch your mouth.” I keep my head down, trying to ignore them both.
“She here with you tonight? Maybe you’d be interested in sharing.”
The other man laughs along with his friend. “Yeah, let her see how a real man would treat her.”
These men are both older, probably about thirty, maybe forty, with beer guts big enough to hold a beer on and a wicked southern drawl even though we’re nowhere near the south.
I keep my head down, not looking to get into trouble here. “I’m just here for a beer, man. Not opinions.”
“Oh, he ain’t here for opinions, Terry,” the shorter man says to the taller man.
I set my beer down, holding up my hands in a surrender. “Look, I’m not looking for trouble here.”
“That Thad Jeffries needs to smoke your ass in Indy. You should go back to whatever pile of shit you came from.”
I crack a smile, and then I twist my hand on my beer bottle, bringing it up over his head and crashing it down over his temple. He goes down and his friend, stunned, watches him go down. I connect my fist to the other man’s pudgy face before pushing them both further down to the ground.
Another fist comes flying from behind me and hits the back of my neck as I sway back on my feet.
And then the next few minutes, or seconds, flashes by in a blur and before I know it I’m being hauled from the bar in handcuffs with a very angry Monterey yelling at me.
Fuck.
All that nonsense I had said to myself about needing to be better went down the drain with the first punch.
The cop puts me in the back of his cruiser and I give him my full cooperation to make this whole process quick and painless.
This is seriously not what I had planned on when I left the room to get a drink. Sometimes it’s not me who gets into trouble, but it’s like I’m a magnet for it.
That maybe I’m more like him than I give myself credit for.
That thought stops me cold.
I sit in the back of the cop car, watching as the officer drives through the small podunk town toward what I’m assuming is the police station. My life has been one evolution toward becoming nothing like him. Nothing like anyone.
I’m my own man. My own being. I make my own path, and no one can take that away from me. I picture Monterey’s face as the cop was slapping the handcuffs on my wrists. She looked pissed, of course, but there was pure disappointment swimming in her eyes as she gazed at me too.
I felt like a loser.
I vow right now, in this car, never to have that look splash across Monterey’s face ever again. I don’t ever want to be the one to put it there.
She deserves better.
Chapter 12
Monterey
I can’t believe Danger’s being carted off to jail in this small town in Kansas. I’m not sure of the details, but it looked like a very unfair fight when I stepped through the bar and caught the tail end of it.
Danger was being beat up by four men, but I have to say, he was doing very well for being outnumbered.
I follow the cop car, making my way to the police station. I call my father along the drive, letting him know the specifics, and to say he isn’t happy is an understatement.
“You’re supposed to be keeping him out of trouble,” my father’s voice booms at me.
“I can’t keep an eye on him twenty-four seven. I was in the shower.”
“Monterey, do you realize how important it is to keep him out of the media?”
I chew on my lower lip, hating when my father treats me like a child. “Yes, I know the press will get wind of this and blow it out of proportion.”
I hear my father let out a controlled breath. “What exactly happened?”
I relay the fight as I saw it, and wait for my father to digest the info.
“What were they fighting over?” he asks.
I shrug, even though I know he can’t see me. “I don’t know.”
“Well, you do now. He was fighting for your honor. You make sure the story says you were there together and someone hit on you, or whatever, and Danger started the fight to protect you. I think that’s the only way we can spin this.”
I nod. “Ok, I agree. Once I get to the station I’ll make sure the details are worked out.”