Without anyone’s help not her parents, her sister, her friends, she had kept her 4.0 grade point average.
Yeah, she was feeling pretty awesome.
On cloud nine, Fallon jumped into her Charger and drove up to San Jose to meet her friends. They were all going out to celebrate and she couldn’t be more excited about the fake ID in her purse. Fallon had been such a good girl her freshman year, but now she was a sophomore and she was gonna live this summer. Fallon was on a mission.
Get drunk, find a guy, and hook up.
Maybe not sex, but at least make out some. Other than that, it was simple really, and Allison, her roommate, had said that the Trails Pub was the place to do all three.
After parking her car beside Allison’s, Fallon headed inside.
“ID please,” said a big black man standing as high as a giant, who, according to his nametag, was named Pinky. Fallon had no clue what was so pinky about him, but she had learned quickly that in California, ya kinda just go with it. Fallon smiled nervously as she opened her clutch and pulled out the ID she had made. “Thanks Amanda, have a nice night,” Pinky said with a grin as he handed her back her ID.
Fallon looked confused but then remember her name was Amanda on the ID. “Why thank you so much, have a nice night yourself.”
Pinky smiled again as Fallon made her way into the bar. She spotted Allison with Hannah and Kristin, the girls from the dorm across the hall from hers, at a corner booth by the bar and she made her way to them with a big grin on her face.
The Trails Pub was packed wall to wall with every type of person imaginable. As Fallon made her way towards her friends, she noticed the guys glancing her way with appreciative looks on their faces. She smiled confidently, knowing the short jean skirt and dark red tank that matched her boots was a great combination for man-catching.
“Damn Fal, looking good!” Allison said when Fallon reached their table. Hannah and Kristin smiled and waved as Fallon sat down. They weren’t used to sexy Fallon; the Fallon that walked around campus was in sweats all of the time.
That was freshmen Fallon, sophomore Fallon was sexy.
“Thank you, thank you,” Fallon gushed as she looked around the bar.
“A round of shots, Teagan!”
The bartender smiled over at the girls before very efficiently pouring four shots and handing the drinks to a waitress to bring to them. The waitress laid each shot in front of the girls, and they picked them up, bringing the glasses to the middle for a toast.
“Here’s to the first of four years done!” Allison exclaimed as all three girls joined in with her, clanking their glasses together and taking the shot quickly.
It burned down Fallon’s throat. She wasn’t sure what the awful liquid was, but Lord it was disgusting. Fallon looked off to the side, seeing that there were some good looking men in the bar that night. Fallon was giddy with excitement at trying to pick one up ─ she was so used to keeping to herself over the past year and was ready to branch out.
As Fallon’s eyes skimmed the bar, they met with a pair of smoking gray ones. Fallon blinked twice as her eyes were held hostage by his. He was gorgeous. Shaggy dark brown hair framed his face, his nose was wide but fit his face perfectly. His lips were thin, she noticed as he brought his bottom lip in between his teeth. He had a very ‘boy next door’ kind of look to him but with an edge. A dangerous edge, Fallon decided as he slowly stood. He was tall, big arms, one covered in tribal tattoos, the other bare. His eyes never left hers as he went around the bar, away from the table of equally huge guys, to lean against the bar as he watched her.
He was just staring at her like he didn’t care who noticed or if it rude. It was as if he saw what he wanted and he was waiting to pounce. It was the craziest thing ever!
“Jeez, that dude is staring at you hard Fal,” Hannah said.
“Like really hard,” Kristin said.
Fallon looked back at her friends, but only for a second before looking back at the dangerous guy at the bar. He was wearing a nice tailored suit; he had left his jacket as the table, and the shirt was a masculine pale green that was rolled up to his elbow showing off his tattoos. The first couple buttons of his shirt were open, and she could see that there was writing on his chest. She wondered what it said, and she wondered why his friends were wearing the same thing.
Who were these guys?
“Go talk to him Fal!” Allison yelled, “He’s flipping hot!”
He sure was.
“I don’t know,” Fallon said nervously, as the thoughts from the ‘freshman Fallon’ intruded her mind. What if he was some guy with the mob or something? He’s was muscular and dark and sexy and…mmm..
“Don’t be a puss! Go!” Allison said, interrupting Fallon’s thoughts.
Fallon looked back at the guy, and then looked back at Allison. She nodded before slowly getting up and making her way towards him. As she sauntered towards him like a girl on a mission, his face broke into a grin so wide that she was blinded by his straight white teeth. He had dark hair dusting his chin. He looked rugged, lustful. Fallon didn’t say anything as she leaned against the bar, feeling him rake his eyes over her body before returning to her face.
“A beer?” the bartender asked.
“Yes please,” Fallon said before the beer appeared in front of her.
Fallon went to get her cash out her pocket when, out the corner of her eyes, she saw the guy shake his head, “Put it on my tab, Teagan.”
“Yup,” Teagan said before going off to do bartending work.
Fallon looked up at the guy, a sexy smile on her face, “Thank you.”
“Sure,” he said as he held his beer out to her. Fallon clanked her beer to his before taking a hefty sip. The cool liquid went down her throat and she wanted to gag.
It was her first time drinking beer, and she decided that it too was disgusting.
“Don’t like it?” he asked. Fallon shook her head.
“I usually only drink wine.”
“No wine here, baby girl. Teagan, a Mule please.”
“A Mule?” Fallon asked as the bartender nodded and went to work on her drink.
“Yup, good stuff. Tequila, ginger ale and lime juice. Drink of champions.”
“So I guess you’re not one since you’re drinking a beer?”
They both looked down at the beer he held in his hand; he then chuckled before looking back up at her, “This is my warm up drink.”
“Oh is that right?”
“Sure is, try it,” he said as the bartender laid the drink in front of her. She picked it up and took a sip.
It was fantastic. Fallon couldn’t even taste the tequila, not that she knew what it tasted like. All she knew was that the drink was good.
“It’s good, no bite at all,” she said with a nod.
“No bite now, but tomorrow, you’ll be singing a different tune if you have too many.”
Fallon laughed as he chuckled along with her. “I’m Lucas, by the way.”
Lucas held out his hand, and Fallon took it. He had huge hands, they swallowed hers and people said she had big hands. “Fallon.”
“Thanks,” she said with a grin.
“You live around here?”
Fallon looked up and her eyes were drawn to his again. Before when she was across the bar, she couldn’t see how gray they were. Now that she was closer, she could see his eyes were like smoke or maybe a dark rain cloud. They were so captivating, hypnotic even.
“I do. I’m a sophomore at Stanford,” she said, while still being dazed by his eyes.
“Oh really, a smarty pants then?” he asked with a lazy smile.
She giggled, “Something like that.”
“Wait; if you are a sophomore, you’re what? You’re not 21.”
Shit on shingle.
“Um, well,” Fallon sputtered as she looked towards Allison for help, but Allison was giggling and flirting with a guy that had come over to the table. When she looked back up at Lucas, he was leaned in close, a naughty grin on his lips.
“Oh, someone has a fake ID huh?” he whispered as Fallon turned deep red.
“Are you going to tell on me?”
The words flew from her mouth before she could stop them and she wished they hadn’t when she saw the devilish grin that crossed his face. God, she sounded so damn young!
Seductress? YEAH RIGHT!
“I don’t know. What do I get if I don’t?”
Fallon weighed his statement for a moment, before looking up at him. She had nothing to offer him but money, and by the way he was dressed, she was sure he had enough of his own. If he thought she was gonna give him sex, he might as well go on and turn her in! So she blinked twice at him before saying, “Um, what do you want?”
Lucas chuckled as he looked down at the beauty that had walked into the bar.
After losing the Stanley Cup Playoffs earlier that evening, he was feeling pretty crappy but then she walked in. Lucas’ eyes had been drawn to her as soon as he heard the click of the naughty little red cowboy boots she was wearing. Didn’t she realize that red is an eye catcher? He was sure she wanted attention, and he wanted to give it to her.
Fallon ─what an awesome name─ was by far the most gorgeous girl in the bar. She looked like a porcelain doll. Yeah, her breasts were a little smaller than he liked, but her ass made up for it. He liked big asses on girls and she had one. It might have been her hair too; it was long and wavy, a golden brown that brought out her heavy-lidded, deep caramel, wide eyes. She had a deer in head lights look to her but he knew, just by talking to her, that she wasn’t dumb. Her nose was small and dainty and when Lucas set eyes on her luscious glossy red lips, he knew he had to talk to her, and have her.
Fallon wasn’t much younger than him, he was 21 but her innocence made him feel like he was 40. Like the Big Bad Wolf trying to hook up with Little Red Riding Hood, but Lucas’s Little Red Riding Hood was gorgeous and she had no clue who he was, which was a big plus in his book.
“It’s quite simply really,” he said with a wink of his eye, “Just a simple kiss, and my lips are sealed.”
Fallon giggled, looking off to the side before looking back up at him. He liked a lot that she was tall, usually the girls he messed with were shorter and the tall ones were models that didn’t eat anything. He couldn’t stand them. Lucas loved to eat and when he was stuffing his face, he hated having a female watch him with a ‘please feed me’ kind of look.
“If your lips are sealed how you supposed to kiss me?” she asked in a low, intimate voice.
Ooh, she had a little country flair to her. The way she drew out the e in me, told him she wasn’t from California. Mm, he liked that too.
“Naughty girl, who said anything about open mouth kissing?”
He was rewarded with a deep blush and a shy smile, “I just assumed.”
“Or you were hoping.”
She giggled, and rolled her eyes, “Oh shut up, and kiss me already.”
A slow grin went across his face before he took her chin in his fingers and slowly lowered his lips to hers. When Lucas’ lips touched Fallon’s, he swore his whole body caught on fire. She slowly moved her hand into his hair, bringing him closer, so their bodies molded together. When she slowly parted her lips, he drove his tongue into her mouth, sweeping and swirling his tongue with hers. He had never kissed a girl with such passion; never put his whole self into it, never felt the so-called sparks. With Fallon, he did.
When they parted, only for air, she smiled sweetly up at him.
“So my secret is safe?”
Lucas was still stunned as he nodded, “Oh you are safe with me baby girl. Come here.”
Lucas wrapped her back up in his arms, kissing her senseless, excited for the future that was before them. Yeah, after a kiss like that, he was looking at the future because he knew he had just found The One.
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