Take Me Home
Chapter Two
Grissom pulled in front of a tavern not far from his own home. Lucky for him as it only took several minutes to arrive.
Leaving the Tahoe in the restricted Fire Lane, Grissom walked quickly to the entrance. He would have run if the door hadn't been only two feet away. Opening the door, his nostrils were immediately assaulted with the smell of beer, musk and stale cigarette smoke.
It took all of three seconds to spot Sara in the hazy room. Grissom's mouth fell slightly ajar at the sight of her. Sara's hair was a mass of wild curls. He loved when she allowed her hair to dry naturally. But what didn't he love about Sara? Her lips were painted a deep red shade that was quickly becoming his favorite. She was wearing a black leather lace up type of contraption. It reminded Grissom of a corset, a get up he could picture Lady Heather in but not Sara. Well, until now. Understand, it was a great look but something that he preferred stayed private between the two of them. Especially, not in the company she was presently keeping.
Sara was sitting at the bar, surrounded by swimming sharks who considered themselves men. Grissom assumed Jack was included in her court of suitors. Her head was cocked to one side. To someone unfamiliar with Sara, she appeared to be listening attentively, but Grissom knew better. Her body language was all wrong.
He knew that her shoulders were too tense and made her lean on the bar top awkward. Grissom continued to study Sara as her fingers peeled at the label of the beer bottle clutched in her left hand. Sara was much too distracted to be paying close attention. He felt oddly relieved with that knowledge. Grissom watched as her eyes constantly scanned the room until her eyes settled on his.
Holding his gaze, Sara slide off of the bar stool and headed directly to him.
Damn! He noticed when she got about halfway that she also wore matching tight, black leather pants. She looked incredibly hot! He caught several men's stare trained on Sara's backside like heat seeking missiles. He sent them his best 'Grissom death stare' in return.
"That was fast." Sara grinned.
"I was inspired. Let's get out of here." Grissom suggested.
"Wait." Sara halted their movement, then pulled Grissom by the arm to a far corner. "Were you serious?"
She was nervous. Grissom noticed straight away and she didn't appear to be as intoxicated as he thought she would be. Secretly, he had hoped to collect Sara, take her home and put to bed before she passed out allowing him the opportunity to back out of her proposition.
"Let's get you home. Then, we'll talk." He stalled.
"Uh-uh. We talk here. Either you follow through or I'll find my own ride home."
Sara wasn't sure what had gotten into her. She had awaken this evening from another steamy dream involving Grissom and her doing the naked pretzel. She then showered, dressed and headed to the nearest bar, determined to end her sexual drought. Actually, Sara's original destination had been Grissom's home but she chickened out and entered the bar down the street from his house instead.
Inside, plenty of willing participants made themselves available to help Sara in her mission. Of course, Sara knew that she would never take a stranger to bed. Honestly, she had only fantasized about being with one man for the last decade, hence the telephone call to Grissom giving him one last chance. She knew she would have to force Grissom's hand to achieve the results she desired. Damn. Why did she have to fall in love with an emotional recluse?
Now that the gamble had paid off, so far, Sara was nervous as hell. Grissom had come barreling into the bar wearing worn, faded blue jeans and an equally worn navy U.C.L.A. sweatshirt with his hair tousled from sleep. He looked completely adorable and totally sexy.
It was now or never. Tonight was more than about sex, though sex was definitely a part of the plan, tonight was about commitment. A lifetime commitment.
Sara stepped into Grissom's personal space and whispered in his ear. "Are you ready for me, Grissom?"
Grissom could feel the warmth of Sara's breath against the side of his face. Her leather encased breast brushed against his arm as Sara's rich alto voice tickled his inner ear, rendered him speechless, jump-started his heart, released a thousand butterflies in his stomach and instantly turned him on.
He was ready, in more ways than one. Yes, he wanted to take her to his bed, but Grissom also wanted her in his life. He was tired of being alone too.
Glancing around the crowded room, Grissom noted that many men of various size, race and ages had their eye on Sara but she chose him. She had her pick of younger and more handsome men and she wanted him. Well, he wanted her too and he wasn't going to question what was obviously meant to be any longer.
Grissom pulled Sara flush along his body.
"I figured it out, Sara. I'm ready now."
Sara looked deeply into Grissom's eyes, searching for the truth. Satisfied, Sara flashed Grissom her trademark mega-watt smile.
"Good. Then take me home."
THE END