Run Wild Horses

Chapter 12

After a few drinks, it's always the same thing
We find ourselves lost in conversation at the bar
Then after a few songs, the kind that you hold on
We find ourselves leaning up against my car
Should've stopped at one, said goodbye, given up at two
If we didn't wanna wind up falling into my bed like we always do
After a few, oh, oh
Yeah, after a few

Ryan's POV

Chase had invited a big group of us to Hangar 33 in Mooresville for a little celebration. It was Courtney's birthday, and Chase said he had some big news. I knew it was to announce his engagement to Courtney. Even though the news had not gotten out, I knew the night of my victory party that he had proposed. He asked me not to say anything, that only Sam and myself knew.

Because Sam would be there, I knew I needed a distraction, so I was bringing a date. Her name was Brandi, and she was a smoking hot blonde that I had met on Instagram. I didn't know much about her, and it didn't seem like we had a lot in common, but I didn't want to go alone. Sam, me and drinking were a deadly combination. A good reason why I had full intention of remaining sober tonight.

Sam...what was it about her that made me act the way I did? Why did I get so cocky around her? Why did our little spats always end up in a heated kiss? Maybe I liked to push her buttons just to see that cool politeness fall away and reveal the fiery passion beneath.

When I introduced Brandi to everyone, she couldn't have been more disinterested if she tried. It didn't take me long to figure out she was incredibly superficial. She seemed annoyed that this gathering was a birthday party and that Courtney was the center of attention and she wasn't. She giggled way too much. Batted her eyes at every guy that looked her way. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that NASCAR doesn't run the Indianapolis 500, because she didn't understand that there were different forms of motorsports, and it did no good to try and explain the difference because she didn't care one way or the other. It was impossible to hold a conversation with her because everything that didn't involve her, bored her. Basically, she was an airhead. Pretty to look at, but an airhead nonetheless.

But wasn't the last girl I dated the same? And the one before that?

But not Sam. Dammit. Why did it always come back to Sam?

"Is this low carb?" Brandi asked, and I handed her the fruity pink drink I had just ordered from the bar.

"I have no clue." I replied, resisting the urge to roll my eyes.

She handed the drink back to me. "I'm sure it's not. Can you be a sweetie and go back and get me something low carb, just not beer. Beer is nasty." She wrinkled her nose and batted her eyelashes at me. This was a huge mistake. Brandi was hot and I thought she would be fun to go out with, but I mainly just found her annoying. Her syrupy sweet voice was fake as fuck. She also was clueless about everything around her except for the mirror she kept taking out of her back pocket to check her makeup.

As I approached the bar, I found myself standing next to Sam, who was standing there  looking like a damn wet dream, smirking at me. She was wearing this tight, little dress that ended mid thigh with a plunging neckline and a pair of thigh high black boots. For the first time since I met her, she was wearing makeup. The smoky eye makeup making her blue eyes pop even more. Her hair was smooth, straight and shiny, cascading down her back. Fuck she was beautiful.

I watched as the bartender handed her a glass of whiskey, and he looked her up and down appreciatively. "This is courtesy of the gentleman at the end of the bar." The bartender said with a smile. Sam raised her glass in his direction and smiled, but did not approach him. A wave of jealousy came over me. Of course guys were going to hit on her and buy her drinks. She was stunning.