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A few beers in at the Stardrop, he came back from the bathroom and she was in his spot. Of course she was.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
For fuck’s sake, she was so annoying. Shane was just trying to have a goddamn drink. He put himself right in the corner, where everyone could see he didn’t want to be fucking bothered. And yet, the farmer continued to come up to him. Every goddamn day. Just for some shit small talk. Why didn’t she just go bother someone else, for Yoba’s sake? Any other person in this town would be glad to buy her a drink and talk her ear off all night. That’s how Shane knew she was just doing it to be an irritation.
Because apparently his life didn’t suck enough, so now he couldn’t even get drunk in peace.
“As it turns out, I do not.” She was pretty, sure, toned and tan from farm work, face framed with straight brown hair, blue eyes that brightened when she spoke to people she liked. Around Shane, she seemed to dull down, become harder. It wasn’t a surprise to him. That happened to people around Shane. Which is why he didn’t understand why she wouldn’t just leave him alone.
She made no motion to leave the spot that Shane had claimed every night for years. His spot. He briefly contemplated fighting with her over it, but honestly it just wasn’t worth the effort. He had beers at home. He didn’t need to deal with this. She was just some pretty city girl faking at country life, stuck on him because he wouldn’t give her the attention she wanted. He’d met her type - so beautiful they always got what they wanted, and vicious the first time it didn’t happen.
“Alright. Enjoy the spot!” His voice was too loud and the bitterness of it rang in his ears. He was just so angry. He left the bar, walking too fast and almost tripping at the door. His blood was racing, he could feel his face getting hot. Yeah, it was a small thing, but this was his thing. His only thing. Until that witch had come here and taken it from him.
He practically ran home and grabbed a six-pack from the back of the fridge, where he had been hiding it. Marnie was still at the counter and said something to him, but he couldn’t hear it over the roaring in his ears. He didn’t even spare her a glance before slamming the door behind him.
He opened one of the beers and tucked the rest under his arm. He stopped in his tracks to drain the can, drop it on the ground and smash it underneath his foot. He stomped it once more for good measure, relishing the violence of the act, the small release of anger.
He felt a little better, but Yoba he was still so full of rage. He had been able to live his life like this, one step from boiling over, until she had gotten here. Everyone had avoided him, and he had liked it that way. When he first arrived in the valley, he had made sure everyone was very clear about one thing: do not talk to Shane. All the villagers had been more than happy to follow that simple rule until her. She just couldn’t leave well enough alone. She had only lived in this god-forsaken hellhole for three weeks and she’d spent every day making his life even more miserable.
Shane didn’t like anyone, but he really didn’t like her.
He let out a breath as he reached the cliffs, backing off of the frenzy he’d been building up inside himself.
He sat, legs dangling. He opened another beer and drained it. He didn’t want to have to go back to Marnie’s so soon. His hands were shaking, but slowly he felt himself relaxing back to his normal, under-the-surface rage. By the end of the second beer he was able to let out another shaky breath and focus on the water, letting go of thoughts of her. Mostly. He opened a third, taking a swig but pacing himself better on this one.
He’d finished most of the third and was feeling pretty buzzed when he heard the scoff. He turned, but he didn’t need to. He knew who the scoff belonged to.
“Enjoy the spot? Really?” She had been sitting a little further down along the cliffs. He should have seen her but he had been too focused on getting his anger under control. Even now, just seeing her, he felt it rising again.
She obviously knew he didn’t want to be bothered. Did she really hate him so much on sight that she had to make the one thing that brought him a tiny speck of joy something else that made him miserable?
She stood, brushing dust from her shorts, briefly drawing his eye to her long, tan legs. “What, nothing to say?” she taunted.
She practically stalked over to him. He was on his feet before he knew what had happened. His blood was hot again, hotter than before, it was too much. They were standing face to face. Her blue eyes burned bright with anger of her own. What the fuck did she have to be mad about? She was the one who came over here to bother him, not the other way around. A moment of silence ticked by as Shane tried to get himself under control. As he tried to remind himself of who he wasn’t going to be.
He clenched his fists and his teeth. “What is your problem?” He asked shortly, the words staccato.
She wasn’t to be moved. “What’s yours?” She countered, so smoothly that it was hard to believe the anger he saw in her eyes.
And then she kissed him.
It was that quick. So lightning fast that it jarred him. One moment he was preparing to spit more venom in her direction, the next her hands were in his hair, her mouth on his, kissing him desperately. He reacted thoughtlessly, wrapping his arms around her waist, returning everything she gave.
He pulled away, panting, off-balance and trying to figure out what the hell was happening. “What the fuck are you-” doing, he thought as she lunged at him and cut him off. Her hands were on his belt, fumbling with the buckle. God, she was fucking clumsy. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, breaking their kiss, tilting her head back. She whimpered, just a little, and the sound went straight to his cock.
He brought his lips to her neck and grazed his teeth on her ear. “You are so fucking irritating, do you know that?” His voice was dark.
He pulled back just in time to see her gaze harden at the insult. She shoved him to the ground, strong for her size. She said nothing, but undid his belt much more deftly now that she was focused.
She stood and quickly shed her clothes, staying still for a moment after she was finished, as if giving him a chance to look at her.
So he did. Scanning her up and down, he snorted. “Nothing I haven’t seen before, sweetheart. If you’re trying to impress me, you’ll have to try a little harder.” He was harder than a rock, which gave away the lie, but he wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of a compliment after what she’d done.
She practically snarled as she dove for him. She undid his pants and violently shoved them down to his knees. He lifted his hips slightly to allow it.
She sat in his lap, grinding against him. He nearly groaned, but caught himself just in time. She deserved nothing, and that’s what she would get.
Observant, she noticed his barely bit-back groan and ground her hips against his again, hard. This time, a low moan escaped him.
Not to be outdone, he leaned forward and captured her nipple in his mouth. He put one hand on her hip, holding her still, his other hand on the ground to hold them up. His shoulders were going to hurt like hell when this was done, but he couldn’t be bothered about it.
He heard her gasp as he ran his tongue over her, felt her stiffen beneath him. He lapped at her, gratified when she couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a string of mewls and pants. Her hips were grinding against his unconsciously and it felt so goddamn good, but breaking her was too important. He had to focus.
He caught her nipple between his teeth and was rewarded with a loud squeak. She pulled away from him when he snickered, as if remembering that this wasn’t for fun. She glared at him with hard eyes when she saw the smirk on his face.
“You are such a fucking pig,” she spat.
He shrugged, eyes closed, head back, too drugged out from booze and sex to get properly angry, but not willing to let her slide. “And you’re a bitch who doesn’t leave well enough alone.”
She lifted her hips off of him, and the loss of contact was the worst thing he’d ever felt. He raised his head, opening his eyes, realizing the game was over and he would need to take care of this himself, finish his six pack, and go home.
Instead, he saw her just out of arm’s reach, sitting on her knees and draining one of his beers. She noticed him looking and flipped him off.
Somehow, the sight was maddening. Shane reached down and stroked himself, watching her. When she saw, her eyes flared. She made eye contact with him as she dropped to all fours and crawled back over. He let go of himself so she could get back on his lap.
She climbed onto him and immediately sank down onto his cock, biting her lip. Shane groaned and it was her turn to smirk, but he could hardly bring himself to care about their stupid game anymore. The beers had fully hit and she felt so goddamn good around him.
She rode his cock hard, lifting her hips up high and slamming them back down sharply. Shane tried to meet her with his own thrusts, but was quickly told to fuck off.
He leaned back onto his elbows, and enjoyed the feel of her, the sight of her. Surprising himself, he slurred, “You look damn good fucking yourself on me.” His voice was gravelly, hoarse from the want.
In another surprise, she whined his name when he said it, and it was so fucking hot that he almost came right there. He bucked his hips against her.
“Do it again,” he said breathlessly.
Ever defiant, all he got back was, “Make me.”
He sat up and lifted her off him, both of them making small noises at the loss. He pushed her onto all fours, positioned himself behind her and grabbed her hips, roughly pushing himself inside her.
She gasped, and gasped again when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. And she did do it again. “Shane…”
He fucked her with sloppy, drunken thrusts, but she didn’t seem to mind. They had both lost all pretense at the game of earlier and were both moaning with each thrust. He gave her hair another tug and the angle of his hips must have been just right, because she started begging and Yoba, it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.
“Shane, please, oh Yoba Shane, please don’t stop. Don’t stop, please, I’m so close, please…”
He did his best to keep hitting the right spot. He wanted her to beg him forever, but he was so close and he wanted her to come for him. A vague thought that he hated her and needn’t be concerned with her tickled the back of his mind, but was quickly brushed away as he hit her sweet spot once more and he was met with a flood of nonsense pleas.
He bent forward as best he could while not stopping and said lowly, “Come for me, pretty girl.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her breathy response was immediate and his cock twitched inside her when she called him that. He groaned.
He thrust inside her one more time and she shattered. She convulsed around him, practically screaming his name as she came. He fucked her through it, barely able to keep himself contained. When she finally, finally angled her hips away because she was too sensitive, he pulled out of her. And immediately came onto her back.
They stayed still for a minute, both panting.
She was first to recover. She rocked up to her knees, then stood and faced him, not reacting to his seed dripping down her back.
He cleared his throat. “Sorry about that.” He nodded towards her… situation. He was sitting on his knees, still breathless. Tomorrow he would agonize over these moments and what they had meant. Today, he was just too buzzed.
She collected her clothes and put them back on, a little wobbly but staying upright. “I’m not worried about it.” She’d wiped herself off with her underwear, and kept them balled up in her fist. “It’ll wash out, or something.”
Shane had made no effort to move. He felt like he had one more amend to make. He took a deep breath in. He tried not to slur his words as he said, “And I’m sorry I made out that you were… unimpressive to look at. It wasn’t true and I shouldn’t’ve said it.” He started off strong but by the end it was mostly mumbles.
She laughed, much to his surprise. “That’s what you’re thinking about?” She stopped laughing for a moment, but couldn’t keep it up. Before long, she was doubled over, cackling.
Despite himself, he thought she had a pretty laugh. Also, he had no idea what was happening. He waited, watching her work through it, try to take a serious face, and then dissolve into giggles again.
When she finally held on to a semi-serious face, she was still smiling. “You’re drunk, Shane. We’re both drunk.” She paused. “So you’re not sorry for saying I’m fucking irritating? Or a bitch who doesn’t leave well enough alone?”
By now, the afterglow was leaving Shane and he was remembering just how annoying she could be. “Nope. Sorry for lyin’. Those weren’t lies.” The words came out right, but the venom he’d had just wasn’t there anymore. Maybe because he was exhausted.
She laughed again. “Well, can’t blame you there. Hey, let me see your phone.”
He vaguely asked why but handed her the phone anyway. She typed something out and handed it back to him.
“I’m gonna head back. It’s late, and farm work isn’t very forgiving about days off. Read the note tomorrow, Shane. I’ll see you around.” She grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet, helping him get his pants back on.
“I coulda done it, you know,” he grumbled. “This ain’t the first time I’ve been drunk.”
She looked at him for a long moment. “I know,” she said simply. “Get home safe.”
He snorted and started off toward Marnie’s, shoving his phone in his pocket. He glanced back when he had almost made it and thought he could see her walking a little bit behind him, making sure he was making his way alright.
But he was pretty sure it was just a drunken fantasy.