Just One Glance (Oh Tequila Series Book 5)

Just One Glance
Oh, Tequila Series #5
By C.A. Harms


Just Once Glance
 
Copyright © 2020 by C.A. Harms.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: September 2020
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
www.limitlesspublishing.com
Formatting: Book Pages By Design
ISBN-13: 978-1-64034-898-1
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.


Dedication
Be a voice, not an echo.
-Author Unknown
It’s so easy to hide from the fear, to go on living each day with nothing more than what you’ve known. But no one should ever allow themselves to be forced to be anyone other than who they truly are.
Live your life to the fullest, to hell with those who wish to bring you down.


Table Of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
Chapter Thirty-Six
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Epilogue


Prologue
It was no fucking secret that I didn’t handle my liquor well. Get me wasted and I would do shit like strip naked and start whipping my dick around like it’s those tassels strippers wear on their titties. No joke, man, it happened, for real. I was buck-ass naked, swinging my hips, my meat and potatoes on full display for a house full of college kids, both guys and girls, to see.
I even decorated myself with streamers. Who does that fucking shit? Me, drunk ass me, that’s who.
Now that shit fucking haunts me daily. A hashtag, #dicksaswinging is on every damn picture I’m in throughout every social media account. We did charitable events and they used that shit to bring in extra attention. I found dildos, tiny fake penises, and printed out pictures of cocks stuffed all over the place on most days. For my birthday, my brothers bought me a bag of dicks. Tiny ass dick candies that is, so what did I do? I sat down on the couch, turned on the ballgame, and ate every one of those little dicks by myself. I did not share.
These last few months had been a rough one on all of us. We lost a brother this year, hell, we almost lost two. Brent was killed unexpectedly in a motorcycle accident and in the aftermath, Corbin hit an ultimate low from the grief of not only being there when it happened but surviving when Brent didn’t. It ate him alive until Palmer refused to let him fade away. She was by far the best fucking thing that had ever happened to him.
I sat in the corner of the room, observing my brothers, each dancing and laughing with their girls and those single hoping to hook up. As I continued around the room, looking at each and every one of them, I took in those who didn’t belong to the fraternity.
We all needed this party, we needed a night to just let loose. It was the first since we lost Brent and his absence was felt. As I continued I saw a glimpse of red, then it was gone. Backtracking, I found it again and the gorgeous legs peeking out from beneath it too. Thin, tan, and fit, like those of a runner maybe. Continuing upward I took in the trim waist, the perfect tits, not too big but the perfect handful. The red dress hugged her perfect body and made my blood pump a little faster. Upward I went, my gaze connecting with a curious set of eyes.
She stared at me, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her either. Short brown hair, the perfect smile, though she was doing everything she could to fight it. She was losing fast.
Fuck. Why did I feel like taking in a breath was a struggle?
Pushing off the wall she was leaning on, she began walking toward me and my heart beat harder and faster.
“You’re Jay, right?” the brown-haired beauty asked when she’d finally reached me. Those fuck-me eyes she was giving me made me momentarily lose my mind. So I just nodded. Like a damn adolescent virgin boy, I nodded.
She smiled, leaned in a little closer, and shocked me to my fucking core. “My name is Ruby, and call me curious, but I was hoping you’d give me a private showing of your performance last year. Maybe without the streamers of course, I don’t really want anything to obstruct my view.”
She said this as she looked down at my cock, then to top it off she bit her lip and tilted her head just slightly. And again I was fucking speechless.
Maybe getting drunk on tequila and swinging my dick around at a party that over a hundred people were at wasn’t such a bad thing. Or was it?


Chapter One
Ruby
I hated being considered the good girl, it just meant when I did mess up, even in the smallest of ways, it was truly the end of the world. Or so my father would make it out to be. Straight A’s, high honors, when others were out with friends I was preparing for my next round of exams. There was never time to be