Katie Ashley: Writer of Romance: Teaser Tuesday: Like a Virgin

So, this will be the last teaser for February. We're coming up on just a short month before the release!! Very exciting!!

This is later in the day/evening after Chapter 2 when the band stops for dinner at a seedy bar/truck stop, lol. Jake and Abby continue to love one upping and betting each other on things. Jake has stated he could never, ever willingly...erm, get it up for a virgin, which Abby is. And here we go!

*ROUGH DRAFT AND SUBJECT TO CHANGE*

“Um, I’ll be right back,” Abby muttered before practically falling out of her chair and sprinting from the table.

After downing the rest of my beer, I glanced up to see the guys glaring at me. “What?”

Brayden leaned forward so far across the table that his elbows bumped into mine. “You’re an utter and complete asshole for hurting her feelings about the virgin thing.”

“I’m a dick for telling the truth?”

AJ snorted contemptuously at me. “It’s called a fucking filter, man. Try using it from time to time.”

When I glanced at Rhys, he narrowed his eyes. “So not cool to make Abby feel bad about herself, especially when she’s as smoking hot as she is.”

I opened my mouth to argue when the screech of the karaoke microphone being tapped drew my attention to the stage. Gazing out at us, Abby gave me a sickeningly, sweet smile. Immediately my stomach churned, and I knew I was about to be publically called out for being a douchebag.

“I hope you all don’t mind me singing again.”

The scattered group of truckers whistled and hooted appreciatively, which caused Abby to grin and breathlessly say, “Thank you.” Gripping the microphone tighter, she said, “It’s just that I really would like to win a bet tonight, and singing this is the only way I see being able to do it.” Once again her blue eyes locked with mine. “Jake, this one is for you.”

She nodded at the DJ who pressed the play button on the music. It took all of two seconds for me to recognize the opening bass thumps. “Oh fuck,” I murmured as Like a Virgin began blaring throughout the bar. As soon as some of the inebriated truckers realized the song, they hollered and clapped their hands.

From the minute she started singing, it was like Abby sent a direct beam of lust straight to me. I mean, I knew I put on an act when I was on stage, so the fact she was a performer should have made her behavior less believable. But damn was she convincing as a temptress. Every shimmy and shake of her luscious body, every time she tossed her head back and ran her fingers through her hair, every slinky step she took and thrust of her hips was driving me fucking insane.

If I thought I was stunned, the other guys were open-mouthed and wide-eyed at her performance. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught AJ gulping down his beer like a man dying of thirst. Even Brayden was eying Abby in a way I hadn’t seen in years—although it was a helluva lot more innocent than how AJ, Rhys, and I were ogling.

Shifting in my seat, I knew it wasn’t going to be long before I lost the bet. Then all hell broke loose below my belt with Abby’s next move. Sinking down to her knees, Abby then began to do the unthinkable. She started crawling towards the end of the stage—never missing a beat or lyric. Sitting below her, I had a straight shot down the front of her dress at her fabulous rack. When she reached the end of the stage, she swung her legs around, and for a brief moment, I got a flash of her upper thighs before she let her legs dangle off the edge.

She hopped down and slunk over to our table. Without a glance at the other guys, she gave me a seductive crook of her finger. I shook my head and grinned, trying to make her believe she was having no effect on me, which was a fucking lie. But Abby wasn’t having any of it. She strode over to me as she ran her hand over her hips and ass as she sang about being touched for the first time. Her fingers then slid through my hair and across to cup my cheek before playfully smacking it.

Just when I thought she was headed back to the stage, she backed up and straddled my lap. A hiss escaped my lips as she started moving her ass across my crotch. I couldn’t help throwing my head back and groaning. I’d been given expert lap dances in my day from some of the highest paid strippers in the business. Abby was clumsy and didn’t know exactly how to ride to me to achieve the most pleasure for my dick, but damn, if I couldn’t feel her hot, little center burning through my jeans. I had been at half-mast before, but I figured at any minute with her practically panting the oohing and aahing parts of the song I would be busting out of my zipper.

Even in her non-existent experience, she knew what was up--no pun intended. With the song still playing, Abby glanced over her shoulder and shot me a triumphant look. “Do you now concede to all the guys that you knowingly and willingly got it up for a virgin, or should I continue?”

Although my dick would have enjoyed her continuing the half-hearted attempt at a lap dance, I shook my head. “Okay, Angel, you win. You're the sexiest fucking virgin I have ever had the pleasure to get it up for.”

As AJ and Rhys clapped and cat-called, Abby started to slide off my lap. When she did, I grabbed her arm and spun her around to where she was straddling me again, but this time we were face to face. A startled look flashed in her dark blue eyes. I leaned in closer to her. My breath tickled her earlobe, and she shivered. “So you got me all hot and bothered, but wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?”

Her chest rose and fell in heavy pants. “You’re quoting Romeo and Juliet?”

“Why do you act so surprised?”

“You didn’t impress me much as the kind of guy who liked to read, least of all Shakespeare.”

“I’m full of surprises, Angel.” My hands gripped her hips tighter. “Just get to know me a little better.”

Abby rolled her eyes. “Did you seriously just use a bad pick-up line on me?”

“Who said it was a line? Maybe I do want you to get to know me better.” When she quirked her eyebrows, I laughed. “And not just in the biblical sense.”

And for your listening pleasure....