~Ray’s Pov~

If I cared what people thought about me, I would of never become a transporter. This was the most fun I had in a while. Derek try as he might he isn’t getting this. Chuckling as my foot hit the gas petal. My new ride brought back the rush I had been missing. In NYC I was more in my car then in my house. It was home for me, I loved it. Feeling all those horses running between my legs, vibrating my insides.

    Gliding to the house, I hit the breaks pushing a dust storm past my car. Getting out I moved into the house, needing a change of clothes. As I grabbed my brown boots and jacket, I sighed feeling the emptiness taking over once again. Walking out tossing the scarf over my shoulder, Dalton walked in. His eyes locked with mine, pushing past the warmth of his gaze I got back into my car.

This wasn’t right, I couldn’t do this.
    Driving down a boring dirt road, before coming to a stop. Cutting the engine and getting out, leaving my door open as I sat on my trunk. Looking over the endless valley below. Just as empty as it, is what I felt. My girls so far away from me, my home and family the same. The kiss I had with Dalton was still weighing heavily on my mind, making me think I could stay and be with him. But at last things don’t always go as we plan, and I couldn’t risk anyone else getting hurt.
    He probably didn’t want me like that anyways. A man of his Adonis probably had woman any way he wanted. Growling at the thought, I shook my head.

    “Stupid Ray, get it out of your head” Frustrated I needed a release. Flipping out my cell looking at the time. 3:34pm. Closing it, sliding it and my hand into my jacket. I sat on the trunk till it grew colder. Jumping down I wanted to party, I needed something to clear my brain. Driving to the bigger town, it would take me a few hours to get there. Hitting the gas, peeling out of the area.
    Two hours I was in the bigger town, peoples heads turned as the new dark green mustang passed them. Parking in a lot I stepped out. Looking around my hair caught the wind, pushing it back behind my ear. Closing the door, locking up. One step then another, urging myself to get a move on. Pulling open a door to a club, it was pretty empty, but music was still bouncing. Sitting at the bar I ordered a drink.

    Two more hours passed as the pain was still holding on strong. Feeling like a wrecking ball was smashing every ouch of willpower I had left. Growling as I downed the last bit of my fourth drink. A few more people started coming in, till at some point I lost track of the time and the place was pumping. Men and woman grinding and drink with one another. Snapping my fingers I ordered another drink, sucking it down I grabbed the bartender.

    “Another” Pushing the one he just made back. He looked at it, then at me. Before I glared, daring him to cut me off. Nodding he started another drink. Taking it turning around, sipping threw the stupid black straw, it was starting to work. That fuzzy happy feeling you get when your give a damn finally breaks. Smiling as I found a man I wanted to dance with. Downing the drink, walking grabbing his ass, he spun around. His dark features sparking my interest. Licking those lush pink lips, his blue eyes reminded me of the ocean.

    Grabbing my body he rocked up and down on me, he was a sucky dancer but his looks made up for it. The Chris Brown song love more came on. Pushing the man away I moved onto the next sucker. Grabbing a cowboy looking man, rolling my ass over his front. His large hands pulling at the fabric of me. Feeling frustrated I moved on again, keeping my options open but never really finding what I really wanted. At some point I was dancing with a girl I didn’t even know.

    Downing shot after shot, returning to the dance floor. Shaking my ass, grinding on so many men. Nothing stopped the heat in me, it was getting teased only to receive no relief. Flipping my cell out, it was now midnight, and I was no where near close to what I needed. I think I may have gone overboard, when I pissed off some chick as I was pretty much making out with her man.
    Whatever he never stopped us. My inner self defended.
   

    “Bitch that’s my man” Grabbing my arm pulling me off him.
    “Ohh he never said a thing” Grinning, as the many drinks I sucked down fueled me to not fucking care.
    “Who the hell do you think you are?” Pushing me around. I laughed, this was just perfect.
    “Bitch touch me again, and I’ll rip your weave out” Taking a large step forward.

    “Fuck you, whore”  Swinging her arm to punch me. Ohh self defense is always my first choice. Ducking I pushing my fist into her rib cage, making her throw up. Laughing as I kicked her in the face. Blood dripped out of her nose. Shaking my head, walking out. This place was to fucking soft. My home we would have been fighting for a good two hours before someone lay half dead. Pulling my car door open, I sat down. My head hitting the back of the seat rest. Starting my mustang I drove till I found a liquor store. Walking in I bought a bottle of Burnette’s, a berry infused vodka. Along with a bottle of Whiskey. Tossing the cashier a fifty taking my change and walking back to the car.

    Sticking the bottles on the passenger seat, pulling the tap to the blue bottle off first. Hitting the gas as I swigged like some rookie, having her first drink. The feeling of hopelessness and pain was creeping back, and I would do anything to chase it away. Normally I was a happy drunk, the overly bubbly type who just wanted to dance and fuck anything within a four foot radius. But as of right now, I wanted blood. To see Charles’s face smashed under my cars back tires as I re-rode over him again and again.

    Sucking more down, as I pushed the car into another gear. Twisting the old fashion radio knob up higher. A song I thought would only play in the cities blared threw my speakers. Cher Lloyd I wish. Shaking a little in my seat, as I tossed the empty bottle into the back seat. Flying past the sign giving me a heads up, that my new home town was coming into view. The bar known as Dixie’s came into view, fully packed and bringing music out the small windows.

    Not that again….. I told myself as I was going to just go home. Maybe sleep off this stupid feeling. Passing the bar Derek walked out with two woman drunk hanging on his shoulders. Laughing I new he was a player. Mentally patting my back for not being one of those girls. I arrived at the house, almost hitting Daltons truck. Giggling like a moron, I grabbed my Whiskey pulling the top off. Stumbling over my self as I took a long swig.
    Hopping up and down as the song was still playing in my head. Climbing the few stairs, pulling the door open a little to loud.
    “Shit” I hissed trying to take my heels off without dropping the bottle. Giggling the whole time, as I fell with a thud. A light from the hall turned on, and a sexy black boxer wearing Dalton stood just out of his doorway.

    “Ray?” Blinking at the sudden bright light.
    “Shhhh, Dalton’s sleeping” Giggling, as I took another sip. Walking the distance to me, his smell was wonderful.
    “Are you drunk?” Leaning down to my drunken self.
    “Maybe a little, but its all your fault.” Pointing at him while thinning my eyes. Pushing myself off the floor, taking another drink he took the bottle from me.   
    “How is it my fault?” Placing my drink on the table.
    “You….are a good kisser” Waving my hand around. It started to get to hot, pulling off my scarf and jacket dropping it to the floor.
    “Fuck” I yelled fanning myself.

“Ray?” Stepping closer.
    “No…you’re a bad influence on me…” Ready to break. Standing there drunk and looking like a mess, I caught his eyes. Warm and inviting, I growled.
    “Aww Fuck it” Grabbing his neck pushing my lips into his. Demanding his tongue along with attention. We stumbled as he grabbed my body. Hands sliding all the way up just to fall back down. The heat building, my body begging for more.

    Just fuck him…my mind purring at the thought.
   
Running my fingers over the taught chest muscles, as I heard him groan. I couldn’t pull my shirt off fast enough, dropping it to the floor as we backed slowly. His back hitting the hallway wall, before his hands grabbed my ass. A gasp as the feeling filled me, moaning into his lips biting them lightly. Tracing the deep inset V as it dipped into boxers, letting my fingers enter landmine territory.
    Rolling my fingers around the thick of him, hearing his groans as I stroked slowly. Moving my lips off his, to lace them all over his neck. His head hitting the wall, before I felt large fingers grabbing at my jeans. Black lace pushing against his chest, moving as seductively as I could manage in my condition. Knowing I smelled of booze and club, but wanting the feeling I had been craving since he first kissed me.

    “Dalton, I need you”  He was still fumbling with my jeans, and I wasn’t waiting anymore. Dropping to my knees pushing him into my mouth. Those large hands slammed against the wall, shaking it. Running my tongue over the shaft, before popping my lips. Looking up to see his dark eyes watching my every move, thinking I could disappear at any second leaving him hard and frustrated. The booze was playing a whole sex scene in my head, making it hotter. Pulling off my jeans, leaving my boots on.

Standing up I faced the blushing beast, licking my lips. He growled grabbing my body, pushing me against the averting wall. Feeling his chest heat as those feelings got stronger. Dipping his fingers around the lace of my black panties, gripping as I heard the fabric bend to his will. Rocking my hips into his, those hard kisses grew soft and lowered. Moaning as I moved my head to the side, giving him as much room as he wanted. If this was an assault I was loving it. Cupping my ass, bringing me up the wall.



~Dalton’s POV~


When she walked or more like crashed into the house, I flicked the light on. The smell of booze strong, her frame sat on the floor. Emeralds looking broken and shattered, what happened to her. She blamed me, for kissing her. Grabbing the bottle from her, she took hold of her head. Stripping out of the scarf and jacket, she was on fire. Anyone could see she needed something, but I didn’t know what to do.

She snapped looking at me straight in the eyes, and not in the short few seconds I would normally get. This was a head on face your fears look.
    “Aww fuck it” Grabbing my neck, engulfing my mouth in hers. Not wanting to take advantage of her, in her current state I couldn’t help myself. She tasted like heaven even with the flood of liquor. She was my booze my drug, turning slowly into my everything. The shirt dropped making me groan as black lace protruded to hold me in time. Pushing me against the wall, her tongue dominating over mine.

    For being drunk she sure could hold her own. Those damn slender finger tracing my chest, causing bumps to form. Sliding down my side before pushing past the boxers. Her wonderful touch stroking me, the perfect amount of light to hard. Groaning more as her lips kissed and licked down my neck.

Fuck. I thought, thinking this couldn’t get any better. Fumbling to take those damn jeans off her. Growing tired of my sad attempts she drops, swallowing me. Hitting my head to hard, I didn’t fucking care. The jeans came off leaving her in black lace and boots. Her eyes locked slowly coming back up, licking her lips like I was the best things she’s ever had between them. It was enough to make me loose it.