Chapter Thirty-Two
Gentry
Unfortunately, lots of eyes had been on me and Krys when she had slapped me. The dirty look from Carla told me she was disappointed, in me probably. Carla had been attempting to keep me in line and clucking like a mother hen since before she and Ed had gotten together. Now the only difference was she would yell and both me and Ed. Then in turn, he would bitch at me as punishment for getting him yelled at. It was vicious circle.
On the upside, the slap had thrown the exes from my tail. Something else to be said about my lack of game tonight.
I lost my nerve at re-tracking Krys down for almost two hours. Instead deciding to celebrate my good rides with drinks. I watched her dance with Melissa, the ranch hands, and in general everyone but me.
Finally, I slipped a twenty to the DJ to play a song and give me the microphone. All as Melissa and Krys had taken over dancing on the back bar that was seldom used for anything but tonight Carla was slinging basic beers for cash at.
I grabbed the mic and pushed Brandon and Boots out of the way and took stage on the opposite end of the small bar from her. She rolled her eyes at me and started to follow after Melissa who had jumped down when the music started.
Krys used to tell me I was a fast talker and I was in more ways than one. This meant that I was a fast singer and a die hard Garth Brooks fan. I could typically pull this off though I wasn’t nearly as drunk as I typically was when I attempted it.
It was also her and Gloria’s favorite song to dance to back in high school when they had all of the two beers it took to get them wasted.
As I started belting out the words to Fever best I could, Krys downed the rest of her beer, pulled her cowgirl hat down low and started dancing.
I tried hard not to get lost in the sway of her hips or distracted by the catcalls of the boys in the crowd. I grabbed her hand and spun her on the toe of her boot. I held her close to me as I was finishing the last lyrics to the song.
The crowd cheered. Whether it was for me, Krys, or the fact that we were finished, I don’t know. I pulled Krys close to me. Chest to chest, my hand on her lower back. Just an inch separating our lips.
I brought the microphone back up. “Everybody my wonderful and amazing girlfriend, Krystina DeLouch!”
I leaned in for a kiss but she stepped away giving me a wicked smile and let the boys help her from the bar. I jumped down behind her tossing the microphone to some random bystander. I had given her what she wanted, she was not going to play games with me.
Yet here I was, being the one to follow after her.
Krys weaved through the people and headed for the back. I grabbed her around the waist after we had escaped the majority of the crowd and pulled her into the bars broom closet. I shut and locked the door behind us and turned on the lights.
“What the hell?” she started but I pushed her against the door and covered her mouth with mine. She moaned, opening to me and let me run my tongue on the inside of her lips. I reached between us and undid her belt buckle.
“I’m still not happy with you,” she protested as I popped open her pants and pulled them off her hips. I caressed her folds through her panties. Hot and soaked as they always were from the first kiss.
“We will talk about it later,” I promised her, ridding myself of my own belt, pants and boxers. I spun her around to face the door and ripped her lacy thong from her tight ass.
“Gentry!”
I kissed her neck. “Say stop and I stop Krystina.”
I paused giving her a moment to protest. Instead she pressed her ass into my dick and bent over even more. That a girl. I shuddered as I thrust my dick into her pussy. Krys quivered herself under my touch as the party raged on outside the door, just feet away.
It didn’t take long for her to explode all over my cock and it was too much for me. I came inside her.
Krys collapsed against the door and I struggled to stand. I found a new pack of bar towels, ripped them open and handing her one to clean off. She wiped down and pulled her pants back up as I did my belt. I took the towel from her and picked up the remains of her panties, wrapping them up and stuffing them in my pocket.
“I’ll side step outside and dump it in the dumpster. I promise, no one will know.”
I could see her blush. Damn that always got to me. No matter how brash she could be, no matter how dirty she had just been in my arms, she always managed to look so pure. “They will know.”
“I hope so. I shouldn’t wish you would appear unchanged after that.”
She shoved me in the chest. “I don’t want them to think I am that kind of girl.”
“Not worried about my reputation?”
She laughed. “Not particularly. You seem to have a reputation of your own.”
“That I do. But this was different.”
“How so?”
I adjusted my hat and tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear and under her own topping of black felt.
“How is this different?” she asked again.
“Any other time I would have taken a girl like that would be because I didn’t care. I would be to lazy to leave and wouldn’t want to miss the party with my boys. But with you, it was because I couldn’t wait. I needed you. I had to be inside of you,” I kissed her and pulled my locked out from where it rested between her breasts. “Most importantly because of this.”
Krys pressed her body into me and wrapped her arms around my neck. “Please don’t ever stop loving me.”