Swipe for a Cosmo by Megan Wade
Jade
For a moment, I’m frozen on the spot, unable to move or respond because my brain can’t seem to truly comprehend what’s happening. I’m at a bar in the middle of nowhere, stood up by the very date who asked me here, and now, all of a sudden, the bartender I was drooling from afar over is kissing me. What the actual fuck is this? And whose life am I currently living? Because I can tell you from experience, it ain’t mine.
Kellen rumbles out a low hum as his tongue flirts against the seam of my lips, his hands coming up and resting his manly grip on either side of my head as he sucks and nibbles on my lips. Despite my shocked and frozen state, I seem to be automatically sucking back. This is nice… I close my eyes and let the feeling of his lips against mine wash over me. Really nice…. Then, as suddenly as the kiss started, an overwhelming bliss takes over. My hands slide against his chest, gripping his shirt, and from that point I’m all in.
As far as I’m concerned, Kellen can kiss me until I’m dead. I’m not coming up for air.
“Oh.” Releasing a butterfly moan, I open my mouth, granting him entry while I allow myself to melt against his chest. He’s so hard and I’m so soft, and I have to force my noisy and confused mind quiet, because it’s trying to tell me this can’t be real. Stuff like this just doesn’t happen to me! But even if this isn’t real—there’s a high possibility that I’ve fallen and hit my head at some point and this is all an amazing dream—I still don’t want it to stop. In fact, with the way his tongue is dominating my mouth right now, I want it to keep going…and going….and going….
“Mmm. Am I an asshole if I mention how glad I am your date didn’t show up tonight?” Kellen murmurs as we regretfully part.
“No. But if you are, I’m an asshole too.”
“So I guess I could be considered an adequate replacement for…what was his name again?”
I grin as he brushes his lips against mine. “I never gave it. But I thought you said you knew everyone around here.”
He chuckles as he brushes his fingers lightly through my hair. “I do. But there are a few who go by nicknames. He’s one of them.”
“Really? What’s his nickname?”
“Dickhead.”
“Seriously?” I pull my head back and laugh. “Who named him that?”
“My brother, Remy. He’s the one flipping burgers in the kitchen.”
I shift slightly to the side to find a blond man only a little smaller than Kellen setting plates in the window between the kitchen and the bar. He glances our way and winks when he finds me looking.
“Why did Remy decide to call him that?”
Kellen shrugs. “I guess because he was acting like one, and then he just continued acting that way, so the name stuck. And I never learned what his name really was.”
“The more I learn about this guy, the more convinced I am that it’s time to delete Tinder.”
He leans in and sucks gently on my lower lip. “I think it’s definitely time to delete that app. You’re mine now, sweetheart. You won’t be needin’ that nasty service again.”
