Chapter 5: Be the Bitch.
The three Sons sped off. "Okay, Mr. Social where can we go to have a good time?" "My bed, good times guaranteed." Pig! Browen huffed and go into her car. Reid jumped in the passenger seat. "Just kidding, loosen up, maybe a dose of Reid Love might help." With that, Browen swung her fist aiming for his chest. Reid blocked it. "Feisty thing, aren't you? But really, let's go to Nicky's. It's a bar pool hall." I wonder if she's like that in bed
Browen parked. "Holy God woman, you can't drive," Reid laughed. Not bad, she drives like me but I'm better. Browen slammed her car door, "Well, next time you can walk." "Come on sweets, I'll buy you a drink for you aggravation." "Definitely, and don't call me sweets!" They walk into Nicky's. It was crowded as always.
"Hey Nick, two of my regulars." The bartender nodded. "What is a regular?" "You'll see, I figure you can handle it. But then again, I could be wrong." Reverse psychology works every time, and people say I don't pay attention in class. Reid paid and grabbed the drinks, "Follow me." He led them to an empty pool table. "You play pool?" She looks like she can't play. Maybe I can wage her ass. "Not really." "Maybe I'll give a personal lesson," he said with a husky voice. "Fuck off, I'm not that bad at pool," she said unphased.
She tasted her drink. Not bad, she wasn't quite sure what it is. It's alcohol, that's all that matters. Reid was going easy on her yet he still was winning. "You suck sweets," "Really? Cause I thought I was winning by all the balls still on the table. Besides, pool isn't my scene." "What's your scene?" Why am I talking to her like as if I care? She pointed to the dance floor. I had enough of this guy, I'm giving him a taste of his own medicine. "That." "Care to prove it? You don't look like a dancer." God bless reverse psychology! "Surprises in many forms." He takes her hand and yanks her to the dance floor.
A popular song played. Like him, she wasn't afraid to dance, close. Her one hand on the back of his neck, while the free hand moved around occasionally touching his chest, arm, and waist. I am much better at dancing than pool. Reid's hand was on her hip and the other one was on her backside. The front of both their pants hardly separated. Okay, I admit she can dance. Reid was definitely was enjoying this. Yeah, tonight I'm scoring.
She spun around. Her back was in contact with his chest. Her hand wrapped around his side to his rear. Reid placed his hands by her front pant line. He started to built himself up. Fuck if she's like this on the dance floor, I'm going to repay this torture. She smiled and rubbed her backside harder into him. Stupid ass, he's really thinks I'm a fuck. Fine, I'm blueballing him. A groan escaped into her ear. She had to admit the groan sent her neck hairs up. She turned and grabbed his waist. Ha, he's hooked. He had his hand behind her head and one on her waist. She moved closer until their chests touch.
Each others' breaths on each others' necks. Browen blushed but it was unnoticed by the dark atmosphere. She had to admit her heart racing. Focus Bro, be the bitch. Reid was at her mercy at this point. She's gonna beg me as soon as we get back. Browen saw he was trying to keep his composure. The song was done. What a relief! They head back to her car. On the way back, Reid was turning on his charm on full blast. Browen saw through it. Reid looked antsy and couldn't help tapping his fingers on his lap or the car door.
She drove to the dorms. As soon as she put the car in park, he smashed his mouth onto hers. She was caught off guard. She did what her body told her and she...