Page 30 of Tailwhip
As soon as we arrive at my house and pull into the driveway, Nick is already waiting on the porch, chatting on the phone. He hangs up and walks over to open Neha’s door, extending his hand to help her out. Placing his hand on her hip, he pulls her close to give her a kiss, but Neha turns her head, and Nick catches her cheek instead. “Are you ok? Not happy to see me, huh?”
“I guess I am!” Neha walks by and right into the house. I go up to Nick, giving him a hug and telling him hi.
“I guess I’m in the doghouse with her for not calling her while I was gone. It’s going to be a fun few nights.”
I tell Nick, “She’s just messing with you; you know she will be fine in a little while.”
After a couple more hours of awkwardness, Anthony and the team finally get up to my house. I go to the porch to say hi to all of them and warn Anthony about Neha and Nick at the moment. Stepping on the lower step to hug Anthony, we are almost face to face with me on this step. Hugging me, he pulls back, “I don’t like you being the same height as me.”
Picking me up and putting me on the ground, so he is now taller again! “That’s much better. I like that you have to look up at me. You little shrimp!”
Once everyone is out of the van and in the house, we introduce the few riders to Nick that have never met him. Noah and Mateo are both star-struck, being big fans of his, even though they ride BMX and not a skateboard. That is respect in the action sports community. “So, Neha was able to reserve a VIP section at a new bar called The Peak in Denver.”
Grady and Clay both enthusiastically yell, “OH DAMN, VIP!”
Jax chimes in, asking, “How are Noah and Mateo going? They are underage.”
“Dude, we have fake IDs,” Noah says.
“I hate to break it to you both, but Neha already told her manager friend at the bar that you both are underage. So, you will get the good old X.” I tell Noah.
“Dammit,” Mateo says.
Neha and I are in my bedroom getting ready for the night. I have on my skinny jeans and just a tight gray tank top. I finish off the look with my peep toe heels or my FMPs–as Neha referred to them as. My hair pulled back in French braids for the night. Neha comes out of the bathroom with her tight black dress and black strappy heels. Nick is going to have a hard time keeping his hands off her. With her hair down in loose waves, Neha is beautiful: dark tan skin, light amber color eyes, and dark brown hair. She and Nick complement each other with their looks.
Walking out into the living room where everyone is hanging out, I notice Anthony looking me up and down. Neha was right about wearing what I have on. Joking with all the guys, I say, “I see you all have on your best t-shirts!”
Everyone laughs. “I hope you weren’t expecting anything overly dressy!” Nash says with sarcasm.
“I would never. I like you all how you are!” I tell them.
We all pile into the van, and we head down to Denver for the night. Chase agreed to be the designated driver, remembering the last time he drank too much in Louisville. He said he wasn’t ready to drink again. Pulling up to the bar, the manager Neha knows is outside waiting for us and leads us up to the VIP section. I can’t help but notice that he didn’t even pay any attention to Noah and Mateo for them being underage. The VIP section is beyond nice; it has three couches and a couple of chairs. Waitresses come over with champagne flutes and set them on the table. Once Neha’s friend leaves us, we all take a flute and start having fun for the night!
Sitting on the couch, everyone is talking all at once, having a good time. Anthony must think I am too far away from him because he reaches over, puts his arm around my waist, grips my left hip, and pulls me right to his side, almost sitting on his lap. Smiling over at him and putting my head on his shoulder, I ask, “Was I too far from you?”
“Yes, I like having you right by my side!” he says, kissing my temple. “Do you want another drink?”
I think of what I want–if I should change it up or stick to what I like. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind a whiskey sour!”
After ordering more drinks, a dance song comes on, and Anthony instantly shakes his head. “No way, Ashlynn, am I going out there and dancing!”
Giving him a pouty face, I hear Mateo say, “I’ll go dance with you Ashlynn!”
With that, we are off and heading down to the dance floor, but not before I hear Anthony yell, “Keep your hands in the right place!”
I turn around and blow him a kiss.
After dancing for a few songs, Mateo and I head over to the bar and get a couple of waters. Heading back to our VIP section, I tell Mateo to let Anthony know I’ll be back soon because I have to run to the restroom. Mateo nods and heads toward everyone.
I make it to the restrooms, opening the door. Neha wasn’t lying; these are some of the nicest and cleanest bathrooms for a bar I have ever seen. The stall door is giant–no one can see beneath or up top unless they are, in fact, a giant.
Getting to the last stall and starting to close the door, it is smacked opened, and Anthony is pushing his way in. Eyes wide, I ask, “What are you doing?”
He closes the door behind him and locks it. “I am not having sex with you in the bathroom!” I shout.
Turning to me, he reaches down to the back of my thighs and lifts me up, locking my ankles together behind his back. “You know how hard it has been for me all night, watching you dance in those jeans and those fucking heels! I want to rip everything off you and do everything to you!”
Right when he tells me this, I feel his hardness. I bite his lip and pull it, starting to kiss him. I notice his hand has found his way up my tank top, grabbing at my breast and pinching my nipple. Moving to the other one doing the same. Anthony moves his mouth right to the spot right under my ear, making me breathe hard. He knows that’s my favorite place for him to kiss. “Are you sure you don’t want to change your mind about having sex in this nice bathroom? I’m growing crazy Ashlynn!”