Mess My Bed Up With Me

Learning Lessons- Brantley

My grey colored eyes looked around the crowded bar as I fixed the top of my red low cut dress again. It clung to my curves tighter than cling wrap to left overs making me more than uncomfortable. I searched for the coworkers who had dragged me out of my comfortable relaxing house and then promptly ditched me as soon as they found a man to hang on to for the night. Go out they said, it'll be fun they said. NEWS FLASH! It's not! Sitting on my couch with a glass of wine and a good book was fun for me but no one seemed to understand that. I pushed my curled dark hair back and swallowed hard.

"Can I get you anything ma'am?" The bartender asked sweetly as he noticed my hesitation to well everything.

"Just a shot please. I don't even care what kind as long as it's whiskey." I answered. He couldn't help but laugh at my comment and twisted face. I twirled my phone on the counter as I waited for my drink.

"Not having a good night?" his brown eyes searched me over like I was a piece of meat making me frown slightly.

"You ever heard the song Here by Alessia Cara? Yeah I'm living that right now." I replied with a shake of my head before downing the shot and asking for another. Mmm Jameson. He nodded filling my glass again before walking away to help someone else. The music was far too loud for me, making my ears ring and my head pound slightly. I'm sure it had nothing to do with the shots. My eyes searched the bar again. My "friends" were nowhere to be found making me sigh. I began to grab my purse to leave when I realized one flaw. I didn't drive here. The bartender handed me another drink with a wink. I smiled grateful as I tipped my head back and downed it with ease.

A man sitting across the bar caught my gaze making me blush and turn my head quickly. Hat turned backwards, biceps standing out in his plain black shirt. Oh god. He was sexy as hell. I blushed just at the thought. These shots must be getting to me. If I was anyone else I probably would have went up and talked to him, but I'm shy little Jane. Plain Jane if you will. I peeked back over through the shade of my hair to see that he was now gone. All well wasn't like I was going to do anything anyways. I wasn't the type to go home with someone from the bar, or anywhere for that matter. Hadn't even gotten laid in close to three years. Hearing the seat next to me squeak slightly, I glanced over see the black shirt of the man I was just admiring. My eyes flew wide as I looked away, rubbing the back of my neck. He chuckled lightly under his breath making me tighten my thighs. Ohh that's attractive.

"Hey Sean can I just get a water please?" his voice was rough. The kind that makes your panties wet. The kind that makes you want to drop to your knees. Whoo Jane slow it down. No more shots. "And another of whatever the pretty lady is having. Just throw her drinks on my tabs."

"I can get them." I practically whispered. He chuckled again. Finally I turned to look at him fully, nearly falling from my chair.

"I don't doubt that darlin. Just wanted to be nice." Oh shit. Brantley fuckin Gilbert. "I take it your a fan?"

"Maybe," I stuttered, making him laugh. His green eyes stared intently at me as he smile the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. "Thought you didn't drink?"

"I don't beautiful hence the water. By the way your friends are on my bandmates bus. They asked me to make sure you got home okay. I can't honestly say I've never had that happen before." HIs face screamed confused making me giggle in my drunken state.

"What your bandmates going home with the girls instead of you? They don't listen to country. They have no idea who you guys are." I said with a laugh. Sean, as he called him, set a drink in front me that was most definitely not a shot and a water in front of BG. I raised an eyebrow towards him making him chuckled.

"You need a break from just shots." was all he said before he ran away. I nodded taking a drink. The wonderful taste of Apple cider mixed with Jack Daniel's Tennessee Cider filled my taste buds making me moan. It could get me into some real trouble. I heard Brantley clear his throat as he ran his hands up and down his thighs. His muscular thighs...