Chapter 7
This time he pulled away from me, chuckled, and said, “That was pretty hot.”
“Molten hot,” I admitted. “Who do you think you are, anyway?”
“Someone you want to kiss more.”
“What gives you that impression, Cord?”
“Your cock.”
It was my turn to chuckle, and I said, “A dick never lies, does it?”
He shook his head and started to walk me out of the bar, a firm grip on my left arm.
“Hey, buddy, where are we going?”
We passed through the crowd of city cowboys; the place had started to fill in the last half hour. The music had ramped up to deafening and the bar was now wall-to-wall men, all different heights and shapes and dripping with sexiness. Almost all of them were bare-chested, wearing cowboy hats and name-brand boots.
As chiseled and partially naked bodies slid around us, Cord shouted at me over the music, “You’ll show me.”
Indeed I would, I thought, craving adventure and his company. 5: Pier 19
The Beach
Pier 19
10:17 P.M.