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Based on the song by Tim McGraw...
Gianna wondered how in the world she had ended up in a town like Columbus, Indiana. She had driven for hours en route to Indianapolis, but she was too tired to make it in one day. Her business meeting was at noon the following day, so she had gotten off the Columbus exit to get a room for the night. She found a little motel right off the highway. It wasn’t up to her high standards, but it would do for now. The room was painfully small, with just a bed, dresser and TV. She decided she would head out to a local bar and have a nightcap to help her sleep. There was a small bar directly across the street from the motel, so she walked over. Pick ups outnumbered the cars in the parking lot.
She stepped through the front door and wrinkled her nose. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of beer and sweat. The jukebox was playing a Toby Keith song too loud. Much to her dismay, there wasn’t another woman in the bar to be found. She straightened her shoulders and walked in. There were four pool tables, all occupied. She sat down at the bar and ordered an Appletini. The bartender cocked his eyebrow at the request.
“We have Jack, So Co or beer, take your pick.” She settled on a beer and drank demurely from her glass. She was intrigued by some of the men playing pool. There was one guy with dark hair and eyes intensely involved in a game. She watched him concentrate as he lined up his next shot. She dated Ivy League types at home. This one was rough around the edges. There was something primal about him. He wore a t-shirt and jeans, had five o’clock shadow and a belly. He was NOT her type. If she ever brought a man like that to one of her functions, she’d be laughed right out of her social circle. Nope, not the guy for her.
She continued to drink her beer, oblivious to the stares she was receiving from the locals. A natural blond with piercing blue eyes, she was petite, but carried herself well. Her white business jacket and mini skirt made her stand out in a place where denim and flannel were normal dress. The beer was helping her relax a bit and she found her foot tapping to the music. She looked up at Scruffy playing pool again. He was talking animatedly to one of his friends. He was actually kind of cute. As she thought that, he made eye contact with her. He flashed a killer grin and winked at her. Winked? Who winks anymore? She turned away and rolled her eyes. Winked. As if.
Gianna paid her tab and got up to leave.
“Where ya goin’?” a husky voice asked. She turned around and was face-to-face with Scruffy.
“I’m going back to my room, I’ve had a long day.” she said coolly.
“Stay for awhile longer and talk to me. I’m Tony.” He extended his hand and she shook it. He had a warm, firm handshake. She felt a tingle when he let go. Tonight could get interesting, she thought.
They sat next to each other and she asked, “So Tony, tell me what you do for a living.”
“Well, I race cars.” he replied. He raced cars? Was he serious?
“Really? Where do you race?” He laughed. He realized she had no idea who he was. “Oh, here and there!” he said laughing.
They drank another beer. She was definitely loosening up. He was cute, funny and sexy as all hell. So he wouldn’t fit into her clique at home, but she wasn’t home. She wanted him tonight, and she always got what she wanted.
Tony and Gianna walked outside. It was a brisk November night. A chill ran through Gianna and she rubbed her arms. Tony leaned her up against his truck and put his arms around her.
“Back to your room?” She reached down, grabbed his ass and kissed him deeply.
“What do you think?” She led him across the street to her room.
She fumbled with the key as Tony pressed himself against her ass. They tumbled into her room, tearing at each others clothes. He threw her down on the bed, ripping off her top, buttons flying everywhere. Their motions were animalistic, raw. He kissed her passionately, making her moan in response. Her body arched to meet his. There was a sense of urgency in their movements. He wanted to consume her, he wanted her to scream his name.
Tony grabbed her, pinning her to the bed. He pulled her skirt off with his teeth, flinging it across the room. She was writhing on the bed, wanting more of him. He roughly kneaded her tits and bit her nipple. She screamed out, biting down on his shoulder. He rubbed her clit, she raked her nails down his back screaming his name. He fingered her first with one finger, then three. She was bucking wildly, coming over and over. All rational thought stopped, they were only going on instinct. He flipped her over, burying his cock deep into her pussy. He pounded her fiercely, her orgasms shaking her body. His leaned over and nipped her back as he was overcome by his own orgasm.
She rolled on to her back, catching her breath as Tony got dressed. She reached over and turned on the radio. Tim McGraw was on. She lay there and listened to the song.
“When it comes to loving you, I’ve got velvet hands. I’ll show you how a real bad boy can be a real good man.”
Tony leaned down and kissed her. He gave her a smile and walked out the door.
Gianna fell into a blissful sleep.
Gianna wondered how in the world she had ended up in a town like Columbus, Indiana. She had driven for hours en route to Indianapolis, but she was too tired to make it in one day. Her business meeting was at noon the following day, so she had gotten off the Columbus exit to get a room for the night. She found a little motel right off the highway. It wasn’t up to her high standards, but it would do for now. The room was painfully small, with just a bed, dresser and TV. She decided she would head out to a local bar and have a nightcap to help her sleep. There was a small bar directly across the street from the motel, so she walked over. Pick ups outnumbered the cars in the parking lot.
She stepped through the front door and wrinkled her nose. The bar was dimly lit and smelled of beer and sweat. The jukebox was playing a Toby Keith song too loud. Much to her dismay, there wasn’t another woman in the bar to be found. She straightened her shoulders and walked in. There were four pool tables, all occupied. She sat down at the bar and ordered an Appletini. The bartender cocked his eyebrow at the request.
“We have Jack, So Co or beer, take your pick.” She settled on a beer and drank demurely from her glass. She was intrigued by some of the men playing pool. There was one guy with dark hair and eyes intensely involved in a game. She watched him concentrate as he lined up his next shot. She dated Ivy League types at home. This one was rough around the edges. There was something primal about him. He wore a t-shirt and jeans, had five o’clock shadow and a belly. He was NOT her type. If she ever brought a man like that to one of her functions, she’d be laughed right out of her social circle. Nope, not the guy for her.
She continued to drink her beer, oblivious to the stares she was receiving from the locals. A natural blond with piercing blue eyes, she was petite, but carried herself well. Her white business jacket and mini skirt made her stand out in a place where denim and flannel were normal dress. The beer was helping her relax a bit and she found her foot tapping to the music. She looked up at Scruffy playing pool again. He was talking animatedly to one of his friends. He was actually kind of cute. As she thought that, he made eye contact with her. He flashed a killer grin and winked at her. Winked? Who winks anymore? She turned away and rolled her eyes. Winked. As if.
Gianna paid her tab and got up to leave.
“Where ya goin’?” a husky voice asked. She turned around and was face-to-face with Scruffy.
“I’m going back to my room, I’ve had a long day.” she said coolly.
“Stay for awhile longer and talk to me. I’m Tony.” He extended his hand and she shook it. He had a warm, firm handshake. She felt a tingle when he let go. Tonight could get interesting, she thought.
They sat next to each other and she asked, “So Tony, tell me what you do for a living.”
“Well, I race cars.” he replied. He raced cars? Was he serious?
“Really? Where do you race?” He laughed. He realized she had no idea who he was. “Oh, here and there!” he said laughing.
They drank another beer. She was definitely loosening up. He was cute, funny and sexy as all hell. So he wouldn’t fit into her clique at home, but she wasn’t home. She wanted him tonight, and she always got what she wanted.
Tony and Gianna walked outside. It was a brisk November night. A chill ran through Gianna and she rubbed her arms. Tony leaned her up against his truck and put his arms around her.
“Back to your room?” She reached down, grabbed his ass and kissed him deeply.
“What do you think?” She led him across the street to her room.
She fumbled with the key as Tony pressed himself against her ass. They tumbled into her room, tearing at each others clothes. He threw her down on the bed, ripping off her top, buttons flying everywhere. Their motions were animalistic, raw. He kissed her passionately, making her moan in response. Her body arched to meet his. There was a sense of urgency in their movements. He wanted to consume her, he wanted her to scream his name.
Tony grabbed her, pinning her to the bed. He pulled her skirt off with his teeth, flinging it across the room. She was writhing on the bed, wanting more of him. He roughly kneaded her tits and bit her nipple. She screamed out, biting down on his shoulder. He rubbed her clit, she raked her nails down his back screaming his name. He fingered her first with one finger, then three. She was bucking wildly, coming over and over. All rational thought stopped, they were only going on instinct. He flipped her over, burying his cock deep into her pussy. He pounded her fiercely, her orgasms shaking her body. His leaned over and nipped her back as he was overcome by his own orgasm.
She rolled on to her back, catching her breath as Tony got dressed. She reached over and turned on the radio. Tim McGraw was on. She lay there and listened to the song.
“When it comes to loving you, I’ve got velvet hands. I’ll show you how a real bad boy can be a real good man.”
Tony leaned down and kissed her. He gave her a smile and walked out the door.
Gianna fell into a blissful sleep.