Chapter Seventeen – Q is for Quit

I jogged across the parking lot and turned down the main road. On our way to the motel we passed the restaurant where Mack and Six were going to have dinner. It was the local steakhouse. The Angry Angus had a big plastic steer on the roof. You couldn't miss it.

I entered through the front door, preparing myself for anything or so I thought.

I nearly slipped on the peanut shells that were scattered all over the floor. The place was very large inside but only a small section had tables and chairs. There was also an area with good sized bar. The rest of the space was taken up by a giant ring with a mechanical bull.

And that's where Six was.

Front and center riding backward on the bull. Her arms were over her head as she thrust her hips seductively to keep from being tossed. I am fairly sure that every guy in the place was entranced by watching her. I know I was.

The scoreboard overhead had Six nine seconds short of breaking the record.

I held my breath. No fucking way! Was she really attracting this much attention? Why didn't she invite the Mogs to dinner too?

"Go Baby Go!"

I heard someone shouting loudly. It was Mack, excitedly pounding his fists on the padded railing, as the crowd counted down.

"Five."

"Four."

"Three."

With my telekinesis, I gave her a hard shove knocking her face first into the mat.

"Awwwwww!" the crowd moaned at her near victory at a new record.

"So close!" A man clapped Mack on the back.

One of the employees stepped into the ring to help Six to her feet. I watched with concern as Six staggered and clung to the attendant.

Did I use that much force?

I went to the gate, where Six was barely able to hold herself steady. She reached out for Mack, but I intercepted her.

She smiled and wrapped her arms around my neck. "HI!"

When her breath blew on my face all I could smell was beer.

Six was drunk.

Again.

"Did you see me?" she asked excitedly.

"I saw you," I replied wrapping my arm around her. Mack could see that I had her, which was good because he was busy collecting money from several people nearby. Apparently, Six had brought in a good bit of revenue.

I helped her back to their spot at the bar where she hugged me tightly. "I'm having such a good time!" she yelled in my ear.

"I can see that."

Mack joined us and handed Six a pile of bills. "You did great tonight, Janie." Then he looked at me. "You want a beer, son?"

He was as drunk as Six.

"I'm good. Thanks." I said politely even though I was pissed.

Here I was, worried that something horrible had happened to Six – when the whole time she was chugging beer with Mack.

Bitch.

"I tried to call you," I told her.

She didn't hear me because one of the waitresses came over with a tee shirt. Apparently it was a consolation prize.

Six held up the shirt, showing it off to the patrons nearby. The front was solid black but on the back there was a picture of a steer's head, complete with the bull ring through its nose and white clouds of fury coming from its nostrils. The caption above it read "The Angry Angus don't take no Bull."

Now, marketing isn't my strong point but I would think that using correct grammar would make your business appear more professional. But that is beside the point.

The shirt is a 2XL and entirely too big for Six, so she gives it Mack. He is thrilled and puts it on over his other tee-shirt (which features the cast of Duck Dynasty). It's tight and shows off all his belly rolls but he doesn't seem to mind.

I grab Six's arm and pull her close to me. "I called you. Twice."

"What time is it?" She rummages around the plates and beer mugs on the bar looking for her phone.

"Almost nine," I tell her.

She finds her phone and checks the time as though she doesn't believe me. That makes me even angrier.

"We should go," she tells me.

"Yeah," I agree.

She pulls Mack aside and says something to him. He frowns but then nods and gives her a big hug. "See you tomorrow." He embraces her a little too long and Six looks over at me and mouths, "I think he just farted."

I start to laugh but then I look away because I'm still mad.

At least, I think I am.

When we get outside I call Sam to tell him that everything is fine and we'll be back to the hotel very shortly. Because Six is listening to me, I also remind Sam to tip the strippers we hired.

She rolls her eyes and mumbles something under her breath that I can't quite distinguish.

We walk back to the hotel in silence. I lead the way listening as Six struggles to navigate the gravelly path we're taking. I hear her slip and curse a few times. Even though I glance over my shoulder to make sure she's alright I have no intention of helping her. It's more for my own amusement.

When we get back to the hotel Sam is on his feet to greet me the second I open the door.

"Where's Six?" he asks.

I look behind me down the hallway where she's walking in the wrong direction.

"Hey!" I yell at her, gesturing to the room.

"I think I left my sunglasses at the bar."

"The bar?" Sam repeats.

I can only shake my head.

"He took her to a bar?" Sam's eyes widen.

"It's a bar restaurant," I explain.

"Oh," Sam pokes his head out the door. Six has disappeared from view. "Where'd she go?"

I think for a second that maybe she's invisible but then I hear a loud clamor. Sam and I run down the hall. Bernie Kosar rushes past us and to the edge of the stairwell. He stands at the top and barks.

Sam and I look down to see that Six has fallen down the steps. She's on her butt laughing like an idiot. It's that horrible cackle that I can't stand.

"Oh my God!" Sam exclaims as he begins to laugh as well. "Listen to her! Is that even real?"

"Yes," I answer him. Unfortunately the cackle is completely genuine.

"I found my sunglasses," she tells us holding up the aviators so we can see them.

"Come on." I go down the steps to help her. I'm very annoyed and so I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. She keeps laughing and begins to smack my ass.

Sam thinks this is hysterical.

I don't. In fact, I contemplate dropping her on her head.

"Get back in the room," I order as I push her ahead of us. She stumbles and crashes into the wall. She starts laughing again.

So does Sam, who now has the hiccups.

I've lost my patience and I make Six go into the bathroom and get in the shower. Then I lay back down in bed, kicking off my shoes. Bernie Kosar jumps up beside me.

Funny!

"That," Sam points at the bathroom door. "Is the funniest fucking thing I have ever seen. I had no idea aliens could even get that drunk."

"Now you know," I say.

"Was she like that when you guys hooked up?" Sam asks me.

"No." I don't elaborate because I'm tired and don't feel like discussing any more of what happened between me andSix when we were alone.

"I bet you could get laid tonight if you wanted," Sam winks.

"Sam," I say sharply. "Sarah is my girlfriend. I'm not going to have sex with Six tonight or any other night."

I was about to continue but an audible thud interrupts me. It came from the bathroom. Sam knocks on the door. "You okay in there?" he asks.

I hear a muffled reply and Sam frowns as we hear two more thuds. Then the toilet flushes.

"Jane?" he knocks on the door again.

"I'm fine!" she call back.

"For a second I thought I was going to have to in there and hold her hair," Sam wipes in brow in relief.

My eyebrow raises.

"Let's hope she's not a puker," Sam says as he lays down on his bed.

I turn off the lights but leave the TV on at Sam's suggestion. Six probably would come out of the bathroom and trip over something, it would be his fault and then she would murder him in his sleep.

He's much too dramatic sometimes.

As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm asleep. I'm that exhausted.

In my mind I'm back at The Angry Angus. Immediately I recognize it's a dream because it's now a strip club. There are half naked girls dancing on the bar and I have a mug of beer in my hand. As I look around I see the mechanical bull in a corner with Six on top of it.

She's wearing the sundress and every time the bull bucks the skirt lifts and I can see hints of her red thong. Ignoring the other girls I walk closer to Six. I stand at the perimeter, leaning on the edge of the padded ring and sip my beer.

The bull stops moving and Six slides off gracefully and heads my way.

I smile at her and she runs her tongue across her lips.

"Hey cowboy," she says to me. "Want a turn?"

I place my beer down and leap over the gate. Standing beside the bull, I swing my leg over, straddling its back. There is a rope tied around its torso and I slip my hand underneath for stability.

Six shakes her head. "I do all the riding."

Next thing I know, I'm lying flat on my back on the bull and Six is on top of me. She crawls forward until she's at my shoulders. "How long can you last?" she asks as she slowly pulls the dress up her thighs. I lift my head watching in anticipation. The thong is gone and all I can see is her bare pussy.

She pushes my head back as she centers herself directly over my face. A buzzer sounds and her hips begin to move. The warm heat of her makes contact with my mouth. I can't help but taste her as she rides my face.

My hands slide up her legs to her ass as I run my tongue along her clit.

I'm reminded it's a dream because in real life I've never given oral to girl but here I am, quite the expert, sucking on her clit and making her writhe above me. It reminds me of eating peaches; sweet and sticky. I can't get enough of her hot juice.

Her hips rock in a steady rhythm fucking my tongue tirelessly. Her thighs quiver when she orgasms and the wetness runs down my cheeks. She begs me for more. I smile as I nibble on her clit more than willing to indulge her.

I hear them counting down in the background.

"Four."

"Four."

"Four."

Why are they stopping at four? I wonder.

Then my dream world disappears as I awake. When I turn my head Six is lying next to me. She runs her index finger from my sternum to the lump in my jeans.

"What were you dreaming about?" she whispers in my ear as the palm of her hand sweeps over my erection.

Involuntarily I exhale and lift my hips.

I want her so much.

But I know I shouldn't.

I love Sarah Hart.

And I realize that whatever this thing is with Six – it has to end.

Now.