Crave

- TWO -

Kurt P.O.V.

I scanned the crowded bar and shook my head. I was too old for this shit. I had just turned thirty and never partied like this anymore. I ran my own construction company back home, but had taken a week off to attend a wedding. My cousin Lucas had talked me into going out tonight and I had regretted it ever since. I'd been hit on more times than I was comfortable with and all by woman who were clearly looking for a good time. Good for them, but they weren't for me. I didn't do one-night-stands. Lucas had been telling me repeatedly, since leaving the house, that I was being a stick-in-the-mud. He'd just left with some nameless redhead. I was nursing my beer, trying to decide whether to finish it or to just take off.

I'd just decided to abandon my half-full beer when a curvy brunette came up to lean on the bar beside me. She didn't look at me. Her focus was fully on the bartender, whom she awarded with a big grin as she ordered two beers. Two beers. So she was here with someone, I told myself as my eyes roamed down her figure. She was wearing a sassy little black dress and knee-high black boots. With every movement, her dress swirled just below her butt and I had this insane urge to lift the hem even higher. As if, in answer to my prayers, she leaned forward on the counter, and up went her dress a little. I caught just a peek of a black lace covered bottom, until she straightened again.

"May I help you?" She suddenly asked, in a sultry tone.

My eyes flew up to her face, to find her looking at me, amused. She had a beer in each hand, but seemed to be waiting for me to respond. I was having trouble finding my voice, which wasn't like me. I was usually pretty dominant. Not whips and chains dominant, just kind of take-charge and confident. This girl was turning me into a nervous school boy though. She appeared to be in her early twenties. Hell, she was probably still in college. She wouldn't be interested in a thirty year old man. This bar was probably her weekly scene, while I preferred my couch and a beer out of the fridge.

"Cat got your tongue?" She asked, saucily.

For some reason I found myself saying, "No, but you can have it."

She appeared a little startled, but then shook her head and laughed. Then she looked behind me and beside me, "Are you alone?"

I shrugged, "I came out with my cousin, but he found a different companion to go home with."

"You haven't found anybody?" She asked, appearing more curious than anything.

I shook my head, "I don't do one-nighters."

Now she smiled, a full smile, and she became even more beautiful. Then she admitted, "I don't either. If you're up for a game of pool, you're welcome to join me?"

I looked down at the two beers in her hand, "Um, won't I be intruding?"

She shook her head, "I'm just out with my roommate. I'm single. I, wow, I can't believe I just blurted it out like that. You didn't even ask, so you probably don't care. Great, now I'm rambling."

I chuckled. This girl was not only sexy as hell, but she was also adorable. I flagged the waiter down, getting a fresh beer, as mine had grown hot, and told her, "I'm single too, for the record."

Fresh beer in hand, I followed this beautiful woman and had this insane feeling that I'd be willing to follow her anywhere. She led me toward the pool table in a back corner of the bar. The music was a little less intense back here, which I liked, and there weren't as many people, which I also liked. There were a couple guys standing in the corner and a blond chick, in a tight red dress, flirting with them. Her blue eyes swung to take me in with a smile.

"Hey, Stacy, who is your friend?" The blond asked.

"Uh, I didn't get his name." A blush covered my brunette's face.