Grazing Hands

I’ve watched cows graze slowly across the land.

Hungry for every bite of fertilized blade they could get.

My father owned nine cows and a single bull.

What a lucky son of a bitch that bull was.

He’d never know the struggle of starting over in a night club and competing with other men where the ratio stood at two to one and odds were one wasn’t attractive enough to take home.

He’d never know the struggle of watching the only woman who’s held his attention for hours brush off man after man and turn down free drink after free drink.

I knew that struggle. I was currently living it.

And she was by far the sexiest woman I’d seen in a long time.

I’d been trying to read her for the past hour from my barstool in the corner. Trying hard to find my “in”.

I’ve memorized her drink, but decided against it after she’d turned down the 6th free drink in the past hour.

For two hours she sat alone in the middle of a night club and seemed to want nothing other than to be left alone.

I refused to except that. You’ll soon learn I can be a stubborn asshole when I really wanted something.

Tonight I wanted her.

I watched her next victim make his way over and cringed as his finger ran down the outside of her arm.

“Wrong move idiot.” I mumbled under my breath.

I watched her turn, prepared to watch another poor sap rejected only to see her smile up at him.

“No fucking way.” I cursed under my breath.

Okay so listen for a second.

I have this theory.

It was one I came up with right after college about single females in night clubs. Every one of them wanted something you just had to find your “in” and play your cards close to your chest. They were either there for free drinks, to dance, or to be fucked so hard they forgot about the man who had just broken their heart.

Sometimes all three.

I told you. I’m an asshole.

This would explain why after two fucking hours she, the woman of my fucking dreams would turn down countless drinks, but respond to a single touch from dumb ass.

She wasn’t here for the drinks.

A slow sultry beat filled the club and I took that as my cue. I made my way over just as dumb ass offered her a drink.

Her eyes caught mine as I approached and I knew I was as good as gold on my next move.

I held out my hand and spoke firm and deep.

“Let’s dance.”

There would be no misinterpretation. This was no question.

It was a demand.

I watched as she begin to hesitate and saw the rejection headed my way.

“Uh uh”.

I shook my head and grabbed her hand rejecting her upcoming rejection and pulled her to her feet.

Dumbass watched in silence as I pulled any opportunity he had away with a single kiss to the back of her hand.

I turned guiding her towards the dance floor. What I did next could make or break me. My next move was just as important as my first move.

At the center of the dance floor I pulled her close. We swayed to the beat of a song I’d never heard before. I held her gaze and let my fingertips graze her lower back. I watched her lips part slightly at her inhale.

Ladies and gentlemen I’d just found my in.

She was here because she needed to be fucked. She needed someone to make her forget.

My left hand slid up the back of her neck and I leaned in.

I let my breath find her neck and I twirled our bodies in a small circle, pulling her tight against my chest.

She gasped out as my five o’clock shadow replaced my breath.

I was playing with fire. This beautiful work of art was a ticking time bomb that would most definitely be exploding in my arms tonight.

To be continued…

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