Six-Gun - Winter Travers Page 0,27
at all the bottles lined up behind the bar. “Uh, I don’t really like the taste of alcohol. I’m a fruity girl.”
“Same,” Raelyn laughed. “I’ll order for you. I promise you’ll love it.” She raised her hand to the bartender who was at the other end of the bar.
“If you don’t like it, doll, just let me know,” Six-Gun whispered to me.
I leaned into him and smiled. “I know.”
He pressed a kiss to the side of my head and reclined back in his chair. He draped his arm over the back of my chair and smiled. “Whatever you want, Memphis.”
“Is that going to be the running theme for us?” I asked softly.
A smirk spread across his lips, and he leaned close. “If that’s what you want.”
His lips were a breath away. I only had to move an inch and his mouth would be on mine.
“I want to kiss you,” I whispered.
I knew he wouldn’t be the one to move. It wasn’t a façade he was putting up of me being in control. Six-Gun was secure enough with himself to know he didn’t always have to be the one making all the decisions. He handed over that control to me because he knew I needed it.
I didn’t think; I just felt.
I closed the distance between us and pressed my lips to his. His hand slid along my cheek, and he cupped my face. His lips were soft and moved gently against mine.
It only lasted a few seconds, but I was breathless when I pulled away.
And I knew I was going to need more of Six-Gun.
“Here ya go,” Raelyn called. She bumped me with her elbow and set a bright yellow drink in front of me. “I hope you like pineapple.”
I leaned back from Six-Gun and prayed to God I wasn’t blushing like a school girl who had just kissed her first boy.
Six-Gun felt like the first though.
He was the first who treated me like I was a prize to be won and not just something to be used and thrown away.
Six-Gun eyes shone with tenderness.
Lordy. How did I get lucky enough to find a man willing to give me nothing but patience and time?
“Bottoms up, girly,” Raelyn laughed.
Easy enough for her to say. She just hadn’t had her last first kiss.
I sipped the yellow concoction and grimaced. “Sweet lord, Rae. What is in this?” I asked.
She sipped hers and frowned. “You must have mine. I told him to go easy on the rum for yours,” she giggled. We switched glasses, and I took another sip.
“Okay,” I drawled. “Now that is pretty darn good.”
Raelyn smiled wide. “Yes, girl. I knew we would be great drinking buddies.” She clinked her glass against mine. “To finding you partner in crime.” For a second, her smile slipped and realization hit her face.
“You okay?” I asked.
She put on a weak smile and nodded. “Yeah, just my heart breaking for a second remembering Leona who should be here with us.”
The loss of Leona would never go away. No matter what, she would always be with us.
“I didn’t get to know her very well. What do you think she would be doing if she were here?” I asked. I had to remember I wasn’t the only one hurting and going through hell.
Raelyn’s hell was just a different type than mine.
Still both hell.
“Girl,” Raelyn laughed. “She would have two of these drinks and then be up on the bar doing a strip tease and driving Barracuda crazy.” She raised her hand to the bartender and pointed to her glass. “Two more and make them as strong as mine.”
“Oh. Lord. I haven’t even finished my first one, Raelyn.” I was gonna have to start chugging to keep up with her.
She laughed and took a huge gulp of her drink. “Well, you better hurry up because we’re drinking for Leona today.”
I glanced over at Six-Gun.
He winked and tipped his head to my drink. “Just remember you gotta be able to hold onto me on the bike, doll. That don’t mean you can’t have a drink or two.”
“Or five,” Raelyn sang.
The bartender set two more glasses down with a smile. “Drink up, ladies,” she called.
Well, who was I to argue with that?
We were drinking for Leona, right?
I grabbed my glass and clinked it against Raelyn’s again. “Bottoms up.”
Chapter Eleven
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Six-Gun
“We are gonna go play some pool-y.” Raelyn set her empty glass on the bar and let out a burp. “My compliments to the bartender.”
Playboy shook his head. “Thank God you’re a goofy drunk.”
Memphis