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WE LOVES MUSIC Second Time’s The Charm by Bonnie Wood I can’t believe Donna talked
me into this, I thought to
myself as I walked into the
town dance. For that matter I
couldn’t believe they still had
these dances. Does this town realize what year it is? My name is Jeanne O’Connell,
and I had recently fled the
state of Washington, and a
very bad relationship to settle
in the place I had spent most of
my summers as a kid, Camp Wood, Texas. I hadn’t been
back here in nine years. I went
to Washington to go to school,
met a guy, moved in with him,
and it took me six years to
realize he was the asshole, not me. Jay, my ex, criticized
everything I did, wanted to do,
and loved. It dawned on me
that I was losing myself trying
to be perfect for him and didn’t
know why, as I had long since fallen out of love with him.
When I tried to leave he
exploded. Said I was his. He
called constantly and followed
me from work a few times. He
was really starting to frighten me. I went to the police to file a no
contact order, but they said
there wasn’t anything they
could do. They told me it was
because he hadn’t touched, or
even threatened, me. I didn’t get that; I mean what, did I
have to wait until he really
hurt me before the police
would help me protect myself? When that day came I was
walking out of the apartment
building where I was staying
with my friend. I was on my
way to the store on the corner;
I was making spaghetti and had actually forgotten the
noodles. I was shaking my
head chuckling at myself when
Jay pulled me into the
shadowed alley. I let out a
scream before he covered my mouth with his hand. “Stop screaming Jeanne,” he
hissed out when I bit his hand.
“I just want to talk to you. If I
uncover your mouth will you
talk to me, no screaming?” I nodded yes, and he moved
his hand away. I shoved him
away from me as hard as I
could. He looked pissed but
didn’t touch me. “What the hell do you want
Jay?” I asked “I know you
have been following me.” “I just want to talk to you
Jeanne.” He smiled at me “You
look beautiful.” “Really Jay,” I retorted
“because the last time I wore
this outfit you said I looked
like low class trailer trash.” He winced. “I just didn’t want
anyone else to see you look so
beautiful. I love you Jeanne,
and I don’t want anyone else
looking at you.” I was wearing a tight, dark
blue, satiny skirt that, on my
short stature hit right above
my knees, a black shirt, and a
short black leather jacket. My
long strawberry blonde hair was up on my head in a messy
bun, and I was wearing
minimal makeup. I started laughing. “You are an
idiot. We are through. Go spew
your bullshit on someone else.” I tried to walk away, but he
grabbed my arm and roughly
turned me to face him. “Do not disrespect me again
Jeanne, all I want to do is talk
to you,” he growled. “Do not touch me,” I hissed
through my teeth and yanked
out of his grip. “I’m sorry Jeanne, I don’t want
to hurt you,” he apologized.
“You’re mine. And I love you.
Please give me another
chance; we used to be great
together.” “Jay, we were not great
together. All you did was
criticize me, my friends, and
my choices,” I said in
exasperation. “Just please
leave me alone.” I tried to walk away again, but
he stepped in my way and
pinned me against the wall, his
hands braced on either side of
my head. His face was inches
from mine. “I won’t leave you alone until
you agree to give me another
chance.” When I didn’t say anything he
relaxed a little and leaned his
forehead on mine. I gathered
all the strength I possessed and
shoved him as hard as I could. I
caught him off guard and he stumbled back tripping over
some garbage and landed on
his ass while I ran for the
lighted street as fast as I could.
He jumped up to follow me,
but when I got to the street my friend Christian was
headed into the building.
That’s right, I remembered
suddenly, I was making him
spaghetti. I screamed his name
and ran straight into his arms. When he saw Christian, Jay
turned and walked away in
the other direction. This time when I went to the
police, there was enough to
file the no-contact order. But I
always felt like he was still
following me, though I never
saw him again. Not long after the scene in the
alley, my grandma died here in
Camp Wood. I loved my
grandma fiercely, and she was
alone so I called her every
week no matter what. I always meant to get down
here to see her; unfortunately I
only made it for her funeral.
After the service her attorney
informed me that my precious
grandma had left me her house and a very generous
inheritance. I shook myself out of my
reverie and came back to
reality. The band seemed to be
taking a break, so Donna and I
made our way to a table. The
town hall was decked out with candles on the tables and fairy
lights hanging from the ceiling.
I sat with my back to the stage
and ordered a soda – no
alcohol in the town hall. The
lights dimmed and the band started to play. The song
brought back a memory from
that last summer nine years
ago. I’m seventeen, and bored out
of my mind. It seems there are
only old people at this dance.
Donna got herself grounded by
staying out too late with
Johnny Blake so I’m on my own. At least the music is
good, I think to myself. I
glance up at the stage and the
very hot guy behind the drums
is looking back at me smiling. I
smile back and can’t take my eyes off him the rest of his set. The memory turned up the
corners of my lips and I turned
to look at the band. I gasped as
I was met with the same
gorgeous smile from all those
years ago. His grin was knowing and it was obvious
he recognized me. After I
picked my jaw up off the floor,
I turned back to Donna, with
an accusing scowl. She had the
biggest shit-eating grin I have ever seen grace her pretty
face, then she sobered and
tried to look innocent. “What?” she asked. “Do you
see something you like?” “Is this why you hounded me
to come tonight?” I asked as I
continued to glare at her. She blinked her wide eyes at
me. “Oh, do you mean because
Andy Montgomery still plays
the drums?” “Yes, that’s exactly what I
mean,” I said tightly. She just smiled tapping her
cowboy boot covered toes to
the beat of Andy’s drums. Listening to him play, I am
back in that summer so long
ago. After the dance Andy and
I spend the rest of my summer
together on dates at the
movies, holding hands, stealing kisses. Sometimes we just sit
in the park at night talking; ok
there isn’t a lot of talking but
there is some. It was the sweetest time of
my life. I had thought about
him for years. Hell, I was still
thinking about him. The
corners of my mouth were
turning up again, and I realized the band just stopped. Donna
smirked at me, “He was
staring at the back of your
head the whole time they
were playing.” “Whatever.” I said and turned
to look at the stage. My
stomach dropped when I saw
he was talking to a perky little
blonde who had bounded up on
stage. “See,” I said to Donna, “he’s got his hands full with
blondie.” She rolled her eyes at me,
“That’s his cousin Shelly, I
know what you northerners
say about us southern folks,
but we don’t all diddle our
cousins,” she said with a mock glare. Andy hugged his cousin, then
locked eyes with me and
started toward my table. Oh my god, he is damn hot. He
was taller, long and lean,
wearing a blue button-down
shirt with the sleeves rolled to
his elbows, faded blue jeans
and a straw-colored cowboy hat. I think I need a new pair
of panties. His smile was wide
and genuine as he stepped up
beside me. I stood and put my
hand out for him to shake. He
wrapped his arms around me and spun me in a huge hug,
kissing my cheek as he set me
back on the floor. I don’t think
I would have been more
surprised if he had slapped my
face. “Jeannie, you look amazing,”
he admired as he looked me up
and down. “Andy….it’s …..I’m, shit. It’s
really great to see you.” I
stammered. “You don’t look
half bad yourself,” I said with
coolness that I didn’t feel. He grinned even wider and the
sexy little dimple on his left
cheek winked at me and I
thought, my panties just
caught fire. Good god, I
seriously need to get laid. Donna cleared her throat.
“Andy, we’re going to have a
drink at O’Connell’s after the
dance, you should come.” My head whipped to meet her
gaze, and I didn’t know
whether to kill or kiss her. Andy looked at me, one
eyebrow raised. “Is that ok
with you, Jeannie?” “Ummm yeah. I mean sure,
why not?” Oh my god I’m
rambling. I mentally slapped
myself and grinned at him.
“That would be great.” O’Connell’s was an Irish Pub
that one of my cousins opened
after he spent a summer
traveling in Ireland. I loved it
here; and had been here
several times in the past few weeks. Randy, my cousin, and I
had gotten to know each
other, and he was chatting
with Donna and I when Andy
sauntered in. He stepped through the door
and scanned the room.
Suddenly I had no idea what
Donna and Randy were saying.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the
sexy man looking for me. Andy spotted our table and met my
gaze. That panty-burning grin
split his face and he headed for
our table. About half way through the
room Andy was accosted by a
brunette dressed in a little jean
skirt that barely reached the
tops of her thighs, and a
yellow tube top. Andy frowned down at her. I don’t know
what he said, but the girl
pouted and stalked away. I
couldn’t help it; I grinned over
at her when he made it to our
table, shook Randy’s hand, and sat down beside me. I know
it’s petty, but damn she looked
like such a ho’. I was still
grinning when I looked back. “What’s so funny?” he asked
me, still sporting that sexy-as-
hell grin. “Oh I just feel bad,” I replied,
trying to look serious and
failing miserably. “What do you feel bad about
Jeannie?” he inquired, his eyes
narrowed. “That we made you miss out
on such a sure thing,” I
responded, trying hard not to
break out in giggles. “Oh yes, Beth Anne. She is
quite obvious isn’t she? Well,
at least to everyone except her
husband.” He rolled his eyes
and glanced at the ho’. My
mouth dropped open, and he reached a finger over to shut
it. Electricity shot through me
at his touch. My eyes widened
and I met his gaze; his eyes
are also wide. Did he feel it too
or am I just a crazy horny chick? Probably both. We had a few drinks laughing
and catching up. I found out
that Andy now ran his parents’
ranch, and they had been
traveling all over the states,
planning to expand to other countries. He loved the life of a
rancher; he knew he would. He
had only gotten a little grief
from the old-time ranch hands
since taking over from his
father. I told him my plan to maybe
open a bookstore/coffee shop
here in Camp Wood, and Andy
seemed glad that I wasn’t
planning on leaving. Everyone
thought the shop would be a great addition to the town.
Randy told us his plan to
expand the pub and add a
kitchen. We all thought this
was a great idea. A slow song played and Andy
stood, held his hand out, and
said, “Dance with me Jeannie.”
His smile was sexy, and I
couldn’t say no. I put my hand
in his and let him lead me to the dance floor. As soon as he
wrapped his arm around my
waist and pulled me close, that
electricity coursed through me
again and settled between my
thighs. My heart sped up and my panties caught fire again.
He was so tall I rested my
cheek on his chest and
breathed deep, taking in his
scent. God he smells good. I pulled back, looked up at him,
and watched his light hazel
eyes darken with lust as his
arm tightened around me. His
look made my belly tighten,
and I knew I wanted this man. The question was, could I wait
at least a few days? It wasn’t
looking promising. After the song we went back
to the table. Donna and Randy
were talking with their heads
close; I shared a knowing look
with Andy. “Well I think I’m
gonna head home.” I said. Donna started and looked at
me just realizing we were
back at the table. Her face was
flushed, I hugged her and
whispered, “You look great in
that shade of red.” “Bite me,” she retorted. “I’ll walk you.” Andy said. “It’s just around the corner,
you don’t have to,” I replied. “I want to.” He shook Randy’s
hand, kissed Donna’s cheek,
and led me out of the pub. On the walk to my house my
inner good girl and horny girl
were having a very heated
argument. My good girl was
saying that we don’t sleep
with guys after one night. My horny girl countered with ‘no
time like the present.’ My good
girl was adamant that we at
least need a real date with
dinner. My horny girl argued
that we hadn’t had sex in months, and even worse we
hadn’t had good sex in years;
and she was convinced that
this would be good sex. When we got to my door, Andy
leaned down to brush my lips
with his. It started sweet and
slow but soon turned to
something more frantic. He
pulled me to him, lifting me on my toes as he possessed my
mouth. Between kisses he
whispered, “Let me come in
Jeannie.” It wasn’t a question.
My horny girl gags my good girl
and claims victory. After some fumbling with my
keys because he was nuzzling
and biting the skin on my neck
I finally got us in. He turned us
and pinned me against the
door. Bending his head down we sank into another kiss. He
grabbed my ass and lifted me
and I wrapped my legs around
his waist. He leaned his hips
into me to hold me up and
plunged his hands in my hair while he kissed me. His mouth
and hands were everywhere.
Suddenly he pulled back and
looked into my eyes. “What’s wrong?” I asked in a
breathy voice “Nothing’s wrong. I just missed
a step,” he said, grinning at
me. “What?” I asked, confused. “Have dinner with me
tomorrow night?” he asked. “You’re asking me on a date…
now?” I asked, and circled my
hips grinding my core on the
very hard ridge in his jeans. He growled and buried his face
in my hair, nibbling and
sucking on my neck. He kissed
his way up to my ear and
panted, “You didn’t answer
me.” “Wait, what was the
question?” I had to ask; I think
he may have scrambled my
brain. He chuckled against my neck,
sending chills over me. “Dinner.
Tomorrow.” He reminded. “Oh yeah,” I replied. “Sure.” “Good,” he said, and plundered
my mouth again. “I wanted
our first time to be slow and
romantic,” he panted out. “But
I don’t think I can.” “Then don’t,” I replied,
desperate to have him inside
me. The sound he made was hot
and primal. He set me down
long enough to rid me of my
panties. He slid a finger
through my folds then inside
me. I had to grab his shoulders because I thought my knees
will buckle. “You’re so wet baby,” he
moaned. He opened his five button
jeans in one yank and freed his
very large erection. He pulled a
condom out of his pocket,
ripped it open and quickly
covered his cock. When he looked up, I was staring back
at him one brow raised. He
shrugged and grinned
sheepishly, “Randy slipped
them to me when we were
leaving.” I was shocked, then I burst out
laughing, “Thank you Randy.” Andy effectively stopped my
giggles when he lifted me back
against the door, kissing me
deeply and pushing himself
inside me. I wrapped my legs
around his waist opening to him even more as he plunged
in and out of me hard. I could
feel the tingles start in my core
and my legs began to shake. I
squeezed my legs around him
and exploded into a thousand pieces. When I came back to
Earth he was carrying me to
the couch. He laid me down on
my back still inside me. He
lifted me enough to pull my
shirt off then flipped open my front-latch bra. He dipped his
head and took my nipple into
his mouth, sucking and biting. I
took in short gasps of breath as
he paid the same attention to
the other one. Every time he pushed into me his pubic bone
ground against my clit sending
sparks through me. I could tell
he was getting close because
his breathing was even more
ragged and he was starting to tremble. He reached between
us and circled my clit with his
thumb. “Come for me baby,” he
demanded, and just like that I
fell off the edge into another
mind-blowing orgasm. Andy
plunged one hand into my hair,
grabbed my hip with the other, slamming into me two more
times, then stilled his hips,
jerking as he found his release. It seemed Randy gave him a
whole handful of condoms, and
I think we used them all. The
next morning my good girl
started talking asking me
what I thought Andy would think of me now? Of course
horny girl didn’t have much to
say since she was sighing in
contentment. I looked over, surprised to find
him awake. “What’s going through that
pretty head of yours?” He
asked. “I don’t usually go home from
the bar with guys,” I blurted
out. He chuckled and ran his
knuckle down my cheek. “I
know,” he said. “The spark
from all those years ago is still
there. I think it might be even
stronger now.” “Yes, that’s true, but…” He shut
me up by rolling on top of me
and covering my mouth with
his. Apparently we hadn’t used
all the condoms. We went to dinner the next
night, and he came home with
me again; my horny girl was
very happy. Over the next few
weeks, we spent all our spare
time together. He took me out to his ranch when his parents
were in town, and I had a
great time catching up with
them. They told me all about
their travels and their plans to
go to Ireland in two months. Then he took me to the hayloft,
and I had an even better time.
He helped me look for the
perfect spot for my bookstore/
coffee shop. We even kicked
around a few names; so far my favorite is Read a Latte. I know it’s kind of clichéd but I
really like it. Plus, it was
Andy’s idea for a name and I
thought it was sweet. Oh, but
what if this thing goes south?
Do I really want to look at the sign above my place and have
to think of him every time I
read it? I may need to re-think
the name. We were getting to know each
other in and out of bed. It was
amazing and terrifying, I
thought I might be falling in
love with him. We were sitting at O’Connell’s,
and Andy was holding my
hand on the table. He stopped
talking and looked over my
shoulder, his eyebrows
shooting toward his hairline. “Can I help you, man?” he
asked, and I turned to see a
very angry Jay standing behind
me. “What the fuck is going on
Jeanne?” Jay asked with
venom in his voice. “What the fuck are you doing
here Jay?” I retorted with just
as much venom. I pulled my hand free of Andy’s
and stood to face Jay. Andy
stood at the other side of the
small table. He didn’t come to
get in between us, but I knew
he’d be here in a heartbeat if I needed him. I appreciated him
letting me handle this. “We need to talk,” Jay said in a
hard tone. “I should have
known you’d be in the bar
with your name on it. Is it
yours?” “No we don’t,” I replied flatly.
“We have nothing to talk
about. And the rest is none of
your business.” “I disagree,” he sneered. “I’m
not going to let you fuck up six
years for some hick.” He glared
at Andy with disdain. I glanced at Andy; his fists
were balled at his sides with
barely contained rage. “Jay, we broke up weeks
before I left Washington,” I
tried to calmly remind him. “No, you were just having a
little fit,” he said mockingly. Now I was pissed; a fit: is he
fucking kidding? “No, Jay, no
fit. I just don’t want to be with
you. We’ve been over for
years. It just took me a
ridiculous amount of time to realize it. Go back to
Washington and leave me
alone,” I said and tried to turn
from him. “No.” He reached out and
grabbed my arm, hard. “We’re
going to talk, alone.” In less than a second Andy was
beside me with his hand
around Jays throat. “You’re
gonna want to take your hand
off her,” he said in a
deceptively calm voice. “Or this hick is going to fuck your face
up.” “This is none of your business
cowboy,” Jay choked out. “Oh, it’s my business asshole,
take your fucking hand off
her.” Jay, never being much of a
fighter let go of my arm, and I
rubbed the spot knowing there
was going to be a bruise. I
thought he was going to walk
away with his tail between his legs, but he balled his fist
and swung at Andy, who
easily ducked the punch and
landed a right hook to Jay’s
jaw. The fight was on and Jay
was clearly getting his ass kicked, but he wouldn’t give
up. Finally, Andy, having had
enough, pulled back his fist and
hit Jay hard in the cheek,
knocking him out cold. I went to Andy to make sure
he was alright. He was panting
but ok. Someone must have
called the cops because just
then the sheriff walked in. “Hey Johnny,” Andy said, still
panting. “Hey Andy,” the sheriff replied.
“What’s going on here?” We told the Sheriff what
happened, and the rest of the
patrons seated closest to us
corroborated our story. Johnny
called an ambulance for Jay
and assured us he would be taken into custody once he
was conscious. Andy hadn’t spoken to me or
touched me since he told me
he was ok after the fight. I
asked him if he was coming
back to my place and he just
nodded yes. On the walk to my place, he didn’t hold my hand.
He just walked with his head
down and his hands in his
pockets. By the time we made it to my
house I was convinced he was
just going to get his truck and
leave. I couldn’t blame him; I
mean who wants a girlfriend
with a crazy stalker ex. Once we were inside, he
closed the door and paced to
the living room. He still
wouldn’t meet my gaze, and
he had a tick in his jaw. I
watched him pacing and running his fingers through his
hair. I was just waiting for him
to calm down and tell me that I
was too much trouble, that he
didn’t want to be with me
anymore. The thought was almost paralyzing to me. Shit, I
really have fallen in love with
him. What am I going to do if
he is throwing me away
because of that dick head Jay? “I’m sorry,” I finally said
looking down at my clasped
fingers. “I understand if you
don’t want to see me anymore.
I had no idea he would come
here. I didn’t think he cared about anything that much.
Except himself, that is.” Suddenly, Andy had me pinned
against the door and his face
was inches from mine. “Is that
what you think, that I’m pissed
at you because that fuck came
here?” he growled at me. “I’m furious because he put his
hands on you. And I’m freaked
out because when he did it, I
think I could have killed him.
No, I know I could have killed
him. You are mine Jeannie, and no one better lay a fucking
hand on you again.” All I could say was, “Oh.” I was
so glad he wasn’t running and
was admittedly a little giddy
from his revelation. I was his.
What did that mean? For now?
Forever? Did he love me? “It’s always been you,” he
said, his voice raw, “Do you
know I came to find you in
Washington?” “What? When?” I asked,
seriously confused. You came to find me. How the
hell did I not know this? I
really wish I would have
known this. “Six years ago,” he stated. “I
just wanted to see you again.” “How did you know where I
was?” He smirked. “Your Granny told
me.” Of course. Grandma always
loved him. “Why didn’t you come see
me?” still confused. I just don’t
get it, why would you come all
that way and not see me. “I saw you were with Ass Hat,
and it was obvious that you
had moved on.” I saw pain in
his eyes. “I have thought of
you as mine since you were
seventeen. Damn it Jeannie, I love you.” He loves me, I can’t believe it. I wrapped my arms around his
neck, and whispered in his ear,
“I am yours, always, and I love
you too. Now let’s put some ice
on that shiner.” He rested his forehead on
mine. “Thank god,” he said.
“We’ll deal with the shiner
later.” He scooped me up in his arms
and carried me to the
bedroom.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
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