I must have been sitting here for hours, just watching Lola, envisioning all the dirty fucking things I want to do to her. I've been milking the bourbon, and with the bottle half empty I have a good buzz going on. I know I should leave before I do something I might regret.

As it is, I am harder than fucking steel, my cock pressed against the zipper of my jeans, wanting to be out and buried deep inside Lola's tight pussy. I bet she will be hot, and so damn pink. I bet she’s a virgin too.

Fuck.

Just thinking that she never had a man between her thighs, that she still has her cherry intact, has me gripping the edge of the table so hard I won’t be surprised if the wood cracks.

I watch Lola come out of the back room, a couple of fresh bottles of Jack in her grasp. She bends over to put the bottles on the lower shelf and her jean shorts rise up. Damn, just a small piece of denim covering the sweet spot I want to bury my face in.

But because I don't want to be a dirty bastard I toss a few bills on the table and leave. I need some fresh air, maybe even a smoke to calm this raging arousal rushing through me. I pull out a cigarette and place it between my lips. I grab the lighter and light the end before inhaling deeply. I need to quit this shit, but the nicotine hits right to the problem areas and soothes the shit out of it.

The bar door swings open and a couple of rowdy guys stumble out. It is clear they are drunk by the way they slur their words, but I ignore them. I have other things on my mind, things that include getting Lola naked in my bed, screaming my name as she comes.

You dirty fucking bastard.

I stay out here for half an hour or more, trying to resist the urge to go back inside. I know the minute I do, my dick will come alive at the mere sight of Lola. The damn thing is still semi hard, but manageable, less noticeable.

It’s a mistake, but I just need one more look at her before I go home and jack off to my hand. I snub out my cigarette, about to head back inside, when I hear the shattering of bottles.

Maybe I should have minded my own damn business, but I find myself walking around the corner and stepping into the alley. One of the parking lot lights is on, the muted yellow glow casting shadows over the twin dumpsters.

At first I can’t make out what is going on. I can only see the two drunks I noticed earlier standing by the dumpsters. But then I see her small form between them, the trash bag she clearly had been taking outside now sitting by her feet.

I don't know what in the hell is going on, but the two assholes are crowding her. It has this rage burning brightly inside of me. I find myself stalking closer to them, my hands curled into tight fists at my side, my focus solely on the two pricks who will soon be on the asphalt.

And then I hear the foul, disgusting things that they are saying to Lola. I growl low and reach one of the guys, gripping the nape of his neck and yanking him backward. He falls to his ass on the ground, and I immediately go for his buddy.

I have the front of his shirt twisted in my hold, and lift him easily off the ground. I toss him away and hear his body slam into the brick wall. I face both of the pricks then and watch as they pick their sorry asses up off the ground. Maybe it's the anger coming off of me in violent waves, or maybe they're not as stupid as I think, but they both hightail it out of there.

I turn to face Lola and see her staring at me wide-eyed. I want to take her in my arms and just hold her in that moment, let her know that everything will be okay, that I’ll never let anyone hurt her. And because I have all these insane emotions running through me, I do just that.

I pull her in close, her small body forming perfectly to mine. She smells good, like sweet vanilla, and that makes me even more intoxicated. I cup the back of her head but she pulls back slightly and looks up at me. Because I'm a dumb motherfucker I know what I want to do in that moment.

I want to kiss her.

I want to fuck her.

I want to make her know she's mine.