Page 10 of Three Not-So-Little Words (The Lawson’s #3)

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Don’t Overthink It

Drew

M an, that is a loaded question. I told myself that when I moved here, I would focus on my son. Nothing else.

But the woman sitting in front of me right now makes me want to do nothing except have fun.

Most women I’ve been around haven’t been quite so brazen—or if they have been, it’s because they knew who I was when I was fighting. It wasn’t that I was a huge A-list celebrity, but I got a decent amount of play.

I think me hanging back from all of that for the past year has made my dick want to take the reins on making decisions. Just looking at this woman is enough to have me half-hard.

As she looks at me with her dark brown eyes, I realize I haven’t answered her question.

Deciding to play some more of the back and forth, I say, “I’ll let you know.”

She lifts her glass to her lips but before taking a drink, she asks, “So, Florida, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Wow. You’re giving up a shit ton of sunshine for even more clouds and rain.”

“I’m hoping it’ll be worth it.”

I figure she’s going to press further about my recent move, but she doesn’t.

I say, “Not going to ask me why I moved all the way across the country?”

“Nope. I figure you probably have a good reason. Who am I to question that?”

Interesting opinion.

“What about you, Ronnie? Do you still live here or just in town for the wedding?”

“I travel a lot, but this is still my home.”

I consider asking more, but I take her lead and leave it alone.

She turns so that her body is angled toward me a bit more. I try not focusing on her dress pushing her tits together as she begins to speak.

“Tell me, Drew. Do you have a girlfriend or a wife?”

“Nope, neither one of those.”

“Just to confirm…does anyone think that they’re in some kind of relationship with you?”

“Wow,” I chuckle. “Never heard it phrased quite like that before. I take it you’ve had bad experiences with the opposite sex?”

“Not really. I like to have fun. Nothing kills the fun faster than an angry girlfriend. Plus, it goes with girl code and all that.”

“Ah. Got it. No. Nobody thinks they’re in a relationship with me.”

She smiles, showing off her big, pearly whites. “Good to know. I only have one final question for you.”

“What’s that?”

“Do you dance?” She nods toward the dance floor.

“For you, I think I can give it a shot.”

I stand up and hold out my hand for hers. As her fingers rest in my palm, I pull her to her feet. Her eyes never leave mine.

When we get to the dancefloor, an upbeat song is playing. Ronnie puts her hands in the air and starts moving as though the music flows through her veins. I move a little, but more so, I can’t stop watching the way she sways to the beat.

I try not to stare at all of her jiggling parts, but fuck, it’s hard.

And it’s not the only thing that’s hard.

She knows I’m watching her. Many women may feel shy or get embarrassed, but Ronnie sees it as an opportunity to put on a show.

“Look at you,” I say, completely entranced.

“Oh, sweets, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

Just when I’m about to ask her to show me, the song changes to a slower one. Ronnie grabs my hands and sets them on her hips so she can wrap her arms around my neck.

My fingers rest on the small of her back, resisting the urge to move down and palm her ass. If we were alone, I probably wouldn’t hesitate. The alcohol I’ve had combined with my year-long celibacy would have me jumping right into it.

But we are surrounded in a crowded room. Although I’m sure no one is really paying attention to us, I think they notice if we start humping on the dancefloor.

With her this close to me, I can smell the scent of her coconut shampoo and whatever fruity soap she uses. She looks up at me with her smoky eyes. We don't say anything right away. Instead we let our eyes speak for us. It’s like we are in our own little world, and everything around us fades away.

It’s been forever since I’ve done anything like this with a woman—let alone one that I barely know. But right now, she seems to be all that I can focus on.

All that I want.

In this moment, I’m not thinking about how terrified I am to raise my son on my own. Or how worried I am to start a new career. Or how much I still miss Natalie. Right now, in this brief moment, I get to be a little selfish.

Maybe I should take advantage of that.

The song changes once again. It has more of a sexy and sultry beat, prompting Ronnie to turn away and grind her ass against me. Good lord, I’m so turned on I feel like I could bust.

That’s what I get for not having sex for a year. Don’t get me wrong—I still take matters into my own hands, but it’s not quite the same.

My hands run along the curves of her hips as she moves to the music. She presses against me a little harder, and I know she can feel me through my pants. That fact is cemented further when she reaches a hand in between us and gives me a quick squeeze.

I lean forward to whisper, “You better behave, beautiful.”

She turns her head enough to make eye contact. “I’m not very good at behaving.”

I smile. “Why does that not surprise me?”

With her own grin, she says, “I need another drink. How about you?”

“Sure.”

She takes my hand and leads me to the bar.

I figure we are going to stop, but she sees that the bartender has stepped away for a moment, so she quickly ducks behind it to grab two beers and half a bottle of whiskey.

When she has the supplies, she takes us out of the main room into a much smaller one.

It looks like it’s used for storage of the overflow of tables and chairs. We walk to one of the tables, and I grab two chairs off the stack in the corner. Once we are seated at the table, she pops the top on the whiskey and takes a long swig.

When she’s done, she holds out the bottle to me, “Want a drink?”

I think about it for a minute. “Maybe just one. Then, I think I’ll stick to beer.”

“Don’t like whiskey?”

“Oh, I like whiskey. It just doesn’t really like me.”

She lets out a soft chuckle. “Fair enough.”

I take a drink—unable to do it without making a face—and then hand the bottle back to her. “Last time I tried drinking too much whiskey, I couldn’t get it up. And I have no idea why I told you that. I guess the liquor makes me chatty too.”

She looks at me before giving me a big smile. “You’re right—no more whiskey for you.”

I grin. “You’re something else. You know that?”

“Yes,” she says in a matter-of-fact tone.

I watch her take another drink as though she is just sipping water.

I say, “How the hell do you do that?”

She holds up the bottle to look at it while she speaks. “I’ve traveled quite a bit, and I’ve had plenty of drinks way stronger than this.”

“Did you make a face when you drank those?”

Her full lips pull into a smile. “Nope.”

I look her up and down. “I’m happy I ran into you again. I was kicking myself after last night.”

“I guess it’s a good thing we got a second chance then, huh?”

“What do you think we should do with it?” I ask.

Now, it’s her turn to look me up and down. “Oh, I’ve got some ideas.”

“Care to share?”

Her eyes flick to the ceiling as she thinks for a moment. “Well, I could tell you, but it probably would be more fun to show you.”

She sets the bottle down before continuing. “How about you and I get out of here and go back to my place?”

“Your place?”

“Well, it will probably be more comfortable than fooling around in this storage room.”

When she sees my wheels turning, she takes the beer from my hand and sets it on the table. Then, she hikes her dress up enough to be able to straddle my lap.

Wrapping her arms around my neck, she says, “How about we get out of here and go have some fun?”

I’ve never hesitated to take a beautiful woman home to have some fun.

Ever.

What the hell is stopping me now?

I already know the answer to that.

“Ronnie, I feel like I should tell you something.”

She leans forward to press a soft kiss to my neck. “Is it that you lied about being in a relationship?”

“No,” I say, resisting every urge I have to rip off her dress and fuck her senseless.

Another kiss. “Is it anything that could physically hurt me?”

“No.”

Her eyes find mine. “Then, don’t tell me. You don’t have to give me your life story. This is supposed to be fun. Don’t overthink it.”

She kisses me one more time—this time, pressing her lips to mine. It’s soft at first, but she immediately opens for me, letting my tongue dip inside. One kiss has me beyond convinced that this woman will be a wild ride.

My fingers grab her ass, pulling her closer and trying to get as much contact as I can.

When she lets out a sexy moan into my mouth, I know there’s no going back. Maybe I’m just horny, but in this moment, I want Ronnie more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

So, when she pulls back and asks, “So, what’s it going to be? Are you ready to get into some trouble?” I know there’s only one answer.

“Hell, yeah.”