Thanks for the beta, Marnie. I don't know what I'd do without you!
Well, now. Would ya look at that? There's my boss, my best friend, sittin' all nice and cozy with his lady. And would you look at her? She's lookin' all smug and triumphant like. She's sure that she has ol' Chris Larabee right where she wants him. Yep, she's thinkin' she's finally won the prize.
It's no secret that Mary Travis has been after Chris for years. Shit, I figured that out soon as I joined Team 7. You'd have to be blind not to see it. Cain't say as I blame her though. Hell, I've been after him myself, 'cept I ain't as obvious as she is.
For an intelligent woman, Mary is pretty damn clueless about what makes Chris tick. I mean, here we all are, spendin' a Friday night celebratin' the fact that we all lived through another week, 'cause in our line of work, ATF agents, any operation or take down could be our last, and she just comes into the Saloon, uninvited, and plants herself down at our table, almost on top of Chris. I nearly bust a gut at the look on Chris's face. He was not thrilled that Mrs. Travis showed up, but Mary, bein' the self-centered type didn't even notice. Watchin' them, hell, this is the best entertainment I've had in years.
Chris is tryin' like hell to look like he's happy that she's invaded his personal space, and man, is he ever bad at it. But Mary don't really care. She's right where she wants to be. She ain't even lookin' at Chris right now. She's lookin' square at me. And lookin' like the cat that ate the canary.
The thing is, Mrs. Travis sees me, and my friendship with Chris, as a threat. Truth is, she's right. I am a threat, but not for the reasons she thinks. It's not the fact that I'm Chris's best friend that she has to worry about. It's the fact that Chris is in love with me and wants me that's gonna knock her right off that high horse she's always ridin'. I don't even feel the least bit bad about that.
Now, it ain't like Chris has told me how he feels. But, Chris and me, well, we had ourselves a little sit'uation and his feelin's were right out there for me to see.
It happened 'bout two months ago. I was backin' up the sharpshooter for Team 3 and things went south. No one got seriously hurt, but I did get grazed by a bullet. Hell, I didn't think I even needed to go to the hospital, but Team leaders can be real sticks in the mud about shit like that.
I wasn't even out of the examinin' room when in comes Chris, glarin' at everyone, and orderin' me to get my ass to his ranch to recuperate, which was really kinda funny, seein' as how I only needed a few stitches. Now, I don't take kindly to that orderin' me around shit, but hell, I was in love with the man, and I'd take any reason to be alone with him that I could get.
Back at the ranch, the day finally caught up to me and I fell asleep on the couch. Don't know how long I was dozin' for, but I could feel that I was bein' watched. I cracked my eyes open, only to find Chris starin' at me with such a look of longin'. I started to sit up, when he ran his hand along my face.
Well, this is what I'd been waitin' for my whole life. For someone to look at me like that. I latched on to his arm, and pulled him down to me. I looked into his eyes, prayin' I didn't imagine what I saw, and I didn't imagine it. I kissed him. I kissed him with all of my heart and soul. I pulled back and looked at him. I half expected him to haul off and hit me, but he didn't. Instead, he gently put his hands on my face, leaned in and kissed me back. Before I knew it, Chris was kissin' me with an urgency that I'd never experienced before. His tongue was wrapped around my own, and my God, his lips were all over me. He was hungry. Hungry for me. And he was devourin' me.
Before I could even take a breath, his hands were pullin' at my clothes. He ripped the buttons right off my shirt, and had me bare chested in seconds. His hands were walkin' all over me, explorin' my body, touchin' and caressin'. I ain't never felt so needy and wantin' as I did with him touchin' me. Hell, I couldn't speak. All I could do was go with the sensations, moanin' and breathin' hard. He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. As soon as I felt his hand strokin' my cock, I was lost.
I had to have him. Had to taste him and feel him inside of me. And that's when I did it. When I broke whatever spell he was under.
"Oh, God. Chris. Please. I love you. Please, fuck me."
Chris froze. The sound of my voice destroyin' the mood and the possibilities.
"I'm sorry, Vin. I'm so sorry. I don't know why...I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry." That's all he said. Over and over. I tried. I really tried to get him to understand, to let himself have what he wanted.
"Don't be sorry, Chris. I want this. I've always wanted this."
But it didn't matter what I said. He wasn't hearin' me.
"Please, Vin. Let's just forget this ever happened. For all our sakes."
I wanted to argue. Wanted to change his mind. But I knew he just wasn't ready. So, I did what he asked. Well, not quite. I didn't talk about what happened, but I didn't forget it either. I just figured I'd bide my time, and then, I'd go after what I wanted. And I wanted Chris.
We never mentioned that night again. We acted like nothin' changed, but that just wasn't so. There was a tension between us that was hard to ignore. Sometimes, I'd catch him starin' at me. His eyes full of lust and need and I wouldn't turn away. I'd stare right back at him, sendin' him an invitation with a look and a smile. But the stubborn fool would just turn away.
It was gettin' really hard for me to wait him out. I did my best to show him how interested in him that I was. A longin' look, brief touch and even out and out flirtin'. I amused the hell out of Ezra. He was the only one of the guys who knew what was goin' on. Hell, he's my closest friend after Chris. And I was real glad I had him to talk to, 'cause, Chris did his best to ignore it all. Then he did his best to put a stop to it. He started courtin' Mary Travis, or like tonight, toleratin' her.
Oh, Man! Mary just planted a big ol' wet one on Chris. Oh, his face is priceless! He looks like he just took a swig of sour milk. Shit. I'm bitin' my lip just to keep from laughin' out loud.
Hell. I think it's time that I help the man out of his misery. He's not foolin' me. He doesn't want to be with Mary and lookin' at them reminds me of this song I heard the other day. It's perfect and it says it all.
The Saloon is pretty crowded on a Friday night, and Inez, who owns the place, started having a DJ for the dance crowd. I made my way over, and told him what song I wanted. Then, I melted into the background and watched and waited.
Mary was still doin' her impression of a cheap suit, hangin' on Chris and lookin' downright pleased with herself. Well, I'm a nice guy, so I let her have her moment in the sun. You see, Mary and Chris don't know it, but things are about to get mighty interestin'.
I heard the intro to my song and I made my way over to our table. Now, I may not be sophisticated, or educated in some fancy ivy league collage like Mrs. Travis, but I went to the toughest school there is. I was educated in the school of hard knocks. One thing I learned was that when you find love, hell, you do everythin' in your power to grab it, and you fight like hell to keep it.
I'm done waitin'. I want Chris, and I'm gonna get him. Knockin' Mary down a few pegs is just a bonus.
When Mary is done bein' pissed at me, she'll realize that I did her a favor. I'm savin' her from lots a heartbreak. She's not me, and that's why Chris will never be able to fall in love with her. The woman ought to thank me for this.
The song starts to play, and I go right up to Mary and ask her to dance. She looks at Chris, and hell, he never dances, so he gives her the nod, and she takes my hand. I catch Chris's eye, and he has a what gives look on his face. I just smile and follow Mary to the dance floor.
I move us so that Chris has the perfect view. The man is about to get a side by side comparison. I almost feel sorry for Mary, cause she don't stand a chance. Chris doesn't really want an ice queen. Nope. He wants one hundred percent Texas prime and I aim to see that he gets it.I know you like me. I know you doOh, yeah! You surely do like me. I know it, and you know it. You just have to let yourself go for it.
I start to move to the music, feelin' the beat and the words. I glance at Chris and I can see that he's surprised at the fact that I can dance. Which, in fact, I do really well. Nathan told me that I had a lot of rhythm for a white boy. Which, I do. So I dance my heart out. All the while lookin' right into Chris's eyes and I let the song and the dancin' do the talkin' for me.That's why whenever I come around she's all over you.Hell, yeah! The woman knows who her competition is. She just doesn't know what she's really competin' against. You and me. We both know who you really want wrapped around your body. Don't we, Chris?
And I know you want it. It's easy to seeI moved so that Chris was lookin' at my back and my backside. I gave a little shake of my ass, real subtle, but I knew it was anything but for Chris. Hell. I know I look good. I got my favorite, tight, ripped fuck me jeans on, and I'm feelin' fine, and I know the signals I'm sendin' Larabee's way, and the ones he sendin' mine.
And in the back of your mind you know you should be on with meI don't even have to look at him to know that he's wishin' he was on with me right here, right now. I don't even think he sees that Mary's still dancin' with me.
Smoothly I move Mary in front of me. We're both facin' the same way, swayin' the same way, and and both lookin' right at Chris.Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don't cha
Don't chaI've got Chris pinned to the spot. My eyes are lookin' right into his. I'm askin' the questions without sayin' a word, and I know, I KNOW he's tellin' me, yes!
Don't you wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don't you wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha
Don't chaI catch a glimpse of Ezra watchin' my little seduction play and I send a wink his way. He knows exactly what I'm doin' and he smiles at me, tips two fingers to his imaginary cowboy hat, then sits back to enjoy the rest of my show. Even Ez would bet on the outcome of this. After all he abhors gamblin', and only bets on a sure thing.
I take a second to see what Mary's up to. She's gettin' into the song as much as I am, but she thinks it's all about her. Hell, this has NEVER been about her. It's all about me and Chris. And that's just a fact.
I look at Chris and decide to turn up the heat a bit. I pull Mary tight against me, run my hands over her shoulders, down her arms. She's really enjoyin' herself. Thinkin' she's the belle of the ball. I just hope the woman has a ride home, cause I know Chris won't be leavin' here with her tonight.
Again, I look right at Chris. Smile at him. Run my tongue along my lips, wettin' them. Let him see what he's missin'. I send a message, loud and clear. This could be me and you. I'm yours Chris. I'm yours for the takin'. Come and get what you want.See, I know she loves you
I understandYeah. I so understand, but I don't care. You don't love her. You love me. Enough said.
I'd probably be just as crazy about you
if you were my old manI'm already crazy about you. Crazy enough to put it out there like this for you to see.
Maybe next lifetime. PossiblyFuck, NO! I've waited as long as I'm gonna wait. There's no time like the present. Put up or shut up. Now or never. Time to see what you're really made of Chris Larabee.
Until then, oh friend, your secret is safe with meNot after tonight, my friend, not after tonight.
Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me
Don't you wish your girlfriend was a freak like me
Don't cha
Don't cha
Don't you wish your girlfriend was raw like me
Don't you wish your girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha
Don't chaThe song ends and we head back to the table. Mary stops to talk to someone, and me, I head right for Chris. Damn! I'm good. Chris can't take his eyes off me. His face is red, and, shit, the great, calm, cool and collected badass of all badasses is actually sweatin'. I bet he's really rethinkin' his choice in pants. Seein' as how those tight black jeans have just become a few sizes two small because his cock has grown two sizes too big. Well, not too big for me.
I grab my jacket, not givin' him a chance to say anythin'.
"See ya later," I say in the most raspy, sexy tone I can manage.
I start walkin' away. I look back at Chris and see that he's still watchin' me, he's lookin' like he can't believe what he just saw.
Yep. I got him. I never had any doubts. I am a sharpshooter, after all. I always hit what I aim for, and I was aimin' for him. Yeah. Like lickin' butter off a knife!
I head to my jeep. Start it up and sit and wait. Now, if I know my Chris Larabee, and I do, well, he should be comin' out of that door right about now. And don't ya know it, the door's openin' and here he comes.
My passenger side door opens, and Chris gets in.
"Somethin' I can help you with, Cowboy?"
He looks at me. Smiles one a them real sexy, smirky smiles. And he grabs me, pulls me to him and kisses me. Hell, I thought he was gonna suck the very life out of me, he kissed me with so much passion.
"Yeah. You can help me," he said, rubbin' his hands over the growin' bulge in my pants.
"What can I do for ya?" I asked, totally and completely but not really the least bit innocently.
"Take me to your place. I want to fuck you, Vin. Then I want to make love to you all night."
Hell, that was enough incentive for me. I put the jeep in drive and headed for my apartment. I knew I took a chance tonight, but I knew it would be worth it. This was the start of what will be an incredible ride for both of us.
"Vin?"
"Yeah?"
"All those questions you were asking me when you were dancing?"
"Yeah?"
"The answer is yes! You know that. Don't cha?"
"Yeah, I know that. I've always known that."
"I love you. You know that. Don't cha?"
"I know that, too. Love ya, too."
"Vin?"
"Yeah?"
"Drive faster."
I put the radio on, put the petal to the metal and headed home. A familiar tune was playin' and we both sat back and smiled.Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like meThe End...
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Authors Note: Lyrics used in this story are from the
song "Don't Cha" by the Pussycat Dolls