Brian's POV
This has been the weirdest two days of my life. Yesterday, I meet this woman and at first I thought she was fucking hot, then after she slapped me and talked down to me I couldn't stand her. Today she spent the day with my friends behind my back and then calls them HER band. As I walked to her car, it all played out in my mind. By the time I got to her car I was angry again. My night was ruined thanks to her. I got in ready to tell her to go away after tonight, but she was asleep in the passenger seat, I woke her up when we reached the hotel and helped her put on my jacket so that the broken strap on her top was covered. I helped her get checked in, even though she wasn't quite as wasted as before. I made sure she made it up to her room. My good deed was done, all I had to do now was hang out downstairs and wait for Damien to pick me up. I tried to retreat quickly, but that didn't happen.

"Well here's your suite. You should be good now."
"What are you going to do until your ride gets here?" She asked.
"I figure I'll just hang out in the lobby."
"I'm not going to let you do all of this for me and then have you wait around in the hotel lobby," she was insistent "wait here in my room."
"I'd better not, Damien won't know where to find me." I wasn't sure if I wanted to go in with her. What if I say something wrong and she thinks I'm coming on to her again?
"I'll let the front desk know that you're expecting someone and they'll call when he's here."
"Well okay, I guess that will work." I was trapped.
I walked into the suite. It was bigger than Matt and Val's apartment. "Wow! This must cost a fortune!" She seemed to ignore my statement.
"Let's have a bottle of wine brought up." She said.
"Haven't you had enough to drink tonight?"
"What happened in the parking lot was very sobering. A glass or two of wine will relax me."
"Okay." It sounded good since I never had a chance to drink a beer at Johnny's. I figure she owed me anyway.
She called and ordered a bottle of wine to be sent up to the room.
"Do you mind if I take a quick shower? It may be my imagination, but I swear I smell like that jerk's cheap cologne." I nodded. "Great, will you get the door when room service comes?" I nodded again, for some reason I was a little turned on when she talked about taking a shower. I scolded myself internally. This chick is off limits for more than one reason. I convinced myself that she would piss me off again soon enough and I wasn't going to be there that long. My thought process was interrupted by room service at the door. He wheeled the bottle of wine in and opened it. He gave me a receipt to sign and I quickly scribble my name and handed it back to him. He stood there with his hand out, it took me a moment to realize he was waiting for a tip. I had no fucking idea what the tip should be. I reached in my pocket and I only had a little over $30, so I gave the guy $10. He looked at me with a tinge of disgust, but he could go fuck himself.
Paisley came out of the bedroom with a hotel robe on, she seemed a little embarrassed.
"I don't have any other clothes." She explained, even though I hadn't said a word.
"That's okay, you look great in that robe." I scolded myself internally Damn it, Haner that's going to piss her off. But she just smiled and didn't respond.
I poured each of us a glass of wine, handing her a glass. She sat down on the couch, I sat in a chair right next to the couch. She took a long sip.
"I don't mind beer, but I love a good red wine. Do you like it?"
"It's good, but I'm more of a whatever has alcohol in it man." She started laughing.
"Well, at least you're not a wine snob." She suddenly looked serious. "Speaking Of snobs, do you think we can start over?"
I looked at her, she was still hot even with wet hair and no makeup. Damn it! I've got to stop thinking with the wrong head! I was so lost in thought that I must have zoned out.
"Brian?"
"Huh?"
"I know I shouldn't have slapped you or talked down to you. I'm sorry."
"I shouldn't have started it, but you were so fucking hot." I said, without even thinking.
"I don't usually dress like that for work. You get see how I really look now."
"Actually I think you look even better with your hair down, literally and metaphorically." I hoped that I sounded a little less like I was just horny.
"Maybe you're right. What do think about starting over?"
"I think that's a great idea." I smiled and she smiled back. "Hi, I'm Brian." I said, extending my hand to her. She followed my lead.
"Hi Brian, my name is Paisley. It's nice to meet you." She leaned over from the couch to shake my hand. She didn't realize that when she did, her robe spread open revealing one of her breasts. I admit I held the handshake as long as I could so I could enjoy the view. I was starting to get hard, but I was getting so drunk I couldn't think straight enough to coax the big guy to calm down. I tried to keep the conversation going.
"So what's the deal with the sudden change? Yesterday, you thought we were a bunch of punk kids and today you're out with my friends having fun."
"My friend Gretchen pointed out that my marriage had changed me and I used to be a lot of fun."
"How long were you married?"
"Just over 6 years, but we started dating in college so we were together almost 10 years. Hey, let's not talk about that. More wine would be good, want to get another bottle?"
"Sure, but I'm not sure when Damien is going to pick me up. I thought he'd be here before now."
"You're not still trying to get away from me are you?" She said, she was very relaxed from the wine. I was starting to feel relaxed also, but one part of my body wasn't relaxed. Her robe continued to give me a great show.
"No, I'm glad I waited here."
"I'm glad you came to my rescue! I don't know what would have happened." I felt a little guilty because I lied to her about looking for her. I realized I still didn't know why she was outside in the first place.
"Why were you outside at Johnny's?"
"I went to my car to get something for you." She said with a grin.
"Something for me?"
"I have a gift for you, I had it as a peace offering." She chuckled. "I guess now it's a thank you for saving me. I had just got it out my glove compartment and locked the car door when the jerk came up behind me making me drop my keys." She explained as she walked over to where she had set her handbag.
"You don't have to give me a peace offering or anything to thank me."
"I want you to have it." She handed me a small gold box. I opened it, there was a ticket stub to a Pantera concert in New York from 1992.
"A ticket stub?" I asked.
"Look underneath it." She said with a excited smile. Underneath the stub was one of Dimebag Darrell's picks.
"Holy Shit! Where did you get this?" I was surprised she even knew who Dimebag Darrell is.
She pointed at the ticket stub. "There, from the man himself."
"You went to a Pantera concert?"
"Yes, believe it or not, I went to a lot of concerts when I was in high school and college." She said, looking sad. "That was one of the last I went to."
"I can't take this, it's your memory."
"I want you to have it. Consider it a trade, someday fans are going to treasure your picks too. I expect to get one." The sadness left her face and I could tellshe really meant it.
"You've got a deal! Thank you!" I wanted to hug her, but I was afraid she'd take it the wrong way or see the bulge in my pants if I stood up. "What are you going to do tomorrow?" I asked, trying to take my mind off of what was under that robe.
"I was thinking about checking out Huntington Beach while I wait for the garage to call with the verdict on the van. I'm just not sure what I'm going to wear, I'm pretty sure the residents would object to a woman walking around in a bathrobe."
"I can promise you that plenty of men wouldn't object." The wine was definitely taking over.
"Maybe, but it's not really the first impression I want to make." She said and winked at me.
Right then, room service knocked on the door. I didn't see how much Paisley gave him for a tip, but he seemed much happier.
We continued to talk and drink. I didn't even think about the fact that Damien hadn't shown up.

Paisley's POV
After spending time with Brian, I realized the guys were right, he wasn't a bad guy. He is good looking too. Chocolate brown eyes, sexy smile and beautiful cheek bones. Whoa, Whoa, what the fuck? It must be the alcohol blurring my vision and my judgement. There was just a little wine left in the bottle. I held it up, " Do you want to finish off the last of this?"
He nodded, "Sure, as soon as I finish this glass. I think you've probably had enough so I'll help you out and drink the rest." He said, flashing a gorgeous smile.
"How chivalrous of you!" I said with a smile.
"You know me, always a gentleman." He said, slurring a little.
"A gentleman with overactive hands!" I said teasing. He threw his head back and laughed. The sound of his laugh and the smile that followed created a warm sensation between my legs. Damn it, I've got to get this shit out of my head.
"Ready for the last of the wine?" I asked.
"Hit me!" He said holding up his now empty glass. I stood up and started to pour the wine and stumbled, wine splashed all over his shirt from both his glass and the bottle.
"Whoa!" He exclaimed.
"I'm so sorry!" I felt horrible. He started laughing hard. "What are you laughing at?"
"The look on your face was priceless!" He said. I couldn't help it, I started laughing too. I imagine if anyone could see us, they would have thought we were nuts. Then I looked at him and saw the red stain on his dark gray shirt.
"We've got to get that shirt in to soak. Take it off."
"Are you sure?" He said, raising one eyebrow and standing up right in front of me. He was so close, I could feel his body heat. Something triggered inside me and I couldn't hold it back.
"Yes, I am positive." I said as I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Immediately putting my hands on his chest and crashing my lips against his. He didn't hesitate as he cupped my face for a moment kissing me with pure animal lust. I had never experienced anything like it and it was bringing out all the pent up sexual desire in me that I had after two years of celibacy. He undid the belt on my robe, while he still kissed me relentlessly and slid the robe off my shoulders, gliding his fingers down my body his touch waking my body even more from the hibernation of being alone.
I started fumbling with his belt, finally getting it undone. He started gently nibbling on my neck as I undid his jeans. I put my hand in his boxers and started stroking his cock. He was clearly well-endowed, which heightened my lust for him.
His hand slid down to my ass, squeezing it for just a moment before sliding around my hip and trailing gently and seductively down my abdomen and between my legs.
"You're so wet. You want this don't you?" He said as he roughly shoved a finger inside me.
"Oh God." I said breathlessly. He fingered me brutally and my body was tingling and craving him.
"Tell me Paisley, tell me you want me to fuck you." He said.
"Yes, Yes" I was practically delirious from the sensation of him delving into my very core. I felt like my legs were going to give out from the orgasm building within me.
"Say it, or I'm going to stop and leave."
"Fuck me, please." He was teasing me and using my obvious sexual need to his advantage.
He removed is hand from between my legs, I felt a sudden panic that he was just teasing me all along. Then I heard a smack and felt the arousing sting of his hand against my butt cheek. Then without a word, he took my hand and led me to the bedroom. In the room, he took both of my hands and guided me to sit on the edge of the bed. He pulled his pants off watching my face as he did so. Oh my God, I know my eyes told what my mind was thinking. His size exceeded any of the few partners I had including Jeffrey. I licked my lips and looked up at him. "Ummm" was the only sound I could get out.
He chuckled, "Who's just a boy now?" He smiled while bending down and kissing me before I could respond. I pushed him back forcing him to stand up again. I slid off the bed and onto my knees in front of him. I looked up at him, as I wrapped my hand around his cock. His eyes were filled with lust, but he still smirked when he asked. "What are you doing?"
Even drunk, I felt embarrassed to say it. I wasn't used to being so vocal during sex. With Jeffrey sex was very sterile and perfunctory. "I'll show you" I said.
"No, you need to tell me and ask if you may." He was asserting his dominance, turning me on even more.
"May I suck on you?" I said.
"Suck on my what?"
"Your beautiful cock." I answered, feeling more comfortable.
"By all means, please do." He said, with a grin.
I ran my tongue around the tip and then took his more of cock into my mouth slowly, then retreated back to the tip. I continued this movement until I was devouring as much of his length as I felt I could without choking. "Ah fuck." He said in a low voice heavy with lust.
I started to build pace and increase my mouths grip on his now fully erect length. "Holy shit, You are good at this! Does my cock taste good?" I hummed and nodded my head while he was still engulfed. "He moaned and then called out "Oh Fuck! That felt so good" I started repeating both the hum and nodding and shaking. His hand was now gripping my hair, as he started thrusting in sync with my movement. I was surprised that I was easily talking in more and more of his generous manhood.
"Paisley, I'm not going to last much longer." His voice I can only think to describe as a pleasurable growl. I repeated what he had enjoyed so much earlier. He more aggressively thrust into my mouth. I was so into this, that I was moaning which increased his pleasure. "Damn! I can't..." with that I was rewarded for my effort and delighted in the culmination of his release as I swallowed every drop. I looked up at him "mmmm delicious"
"Damn, you are fucking good at that!" He said pulling me to my feet. He kissed me and started kissing down my neck and then down to my nipples, sucking on each aggressively.
"Please...Please..." was all I could manage to say.
He abandoned my breasts, standing up and kissed me gently but still with hunger. I instinctively sat on the edge of the bed and scooted myself backward as we kissed he climbed onto the bed as I moved, never parting his lips from mine.

Brian's POV
I could tell she was really into it. At first she was reserved, but then I started to see a wild woman emerge. I climbed over top of her, kissing her and spreading her legs. I teased her for just a moment, pausing with the tip of my dick just barely within her.
"Are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes, DAMN IT!" She practically yelled.
"Someone is getting a little tense, I have a cure for that!" I buried myself deep inside her, with one thrust.
"Oh god yes." She said. I started thrusting even faster and soon she was raising her hips to meet my movement. It felt incredible, I was holding back cumming, I wanted to make sure she did. It wasn't long before I felt her tighten around me.
"Oh my god, Yes!" She started to shake and I knew she was there. I couldn't hold back anymore.
"Fuck Yes!" I said, releasing inside her. When we were both done, I laid down next to her.
"That was fantastic" she said, still breathing heavily.
"It was fucking awesome!" I said.
"I'll be back in a minute" she said before getting up and going to the bathroom.
Soon she came back out, smiling from ear to ear with panties and a bra on. I grabbed my underwear up. "I don't think Damien is going to come get me."
"I guess you're stuck with me tonight." She said grinning and winking at me.
"I'll be right back" I said, ready for the next round. But when I came back to the bed, she was sound asleep. I crawled into the bed next to her and wondered what tomorrow morning held in store. It wasn't much longer before I drifted off to sleep also.

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