Rock And Scotch Novels & Stories

Ordering another scotch on the rocks, I watched as the bartender deftly poured the amber liquid over gleaming ice cubes and slid the glass to me over the countertop. I took a sip, allowing the warmth of the alcohol to momentarily chase away my concerns. Sarah's wedding should have been a joyous occasion, but instead, it felt like a battleground—enemies lurking around every corner, ready to strike–and I couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that there was more at stake here than just my daughter's happiness. As I sipped my bourbon, the warmth spreading through my chest, my thoughts drifted back to the intimate moment I shared with Grace a few minutes ago. The memory of her going down on her

I leaned against the sleek marble counter, watching him turn his attention to the cupboard above the fridge. “Now for the important part,” he announced, pulling out a bottle of deep amber liquid and two crystal glasses. “My favorite recipe.” “What is it?” “It’s complicated,” he winked, placing ice in the glasses. “Scotch and a dash of curiosity.” I smiled and settled fully onto the counter, sitting side-saddle, swinging one leg slightly. The movement caused the black silk of the dress to ride up slightly, exposing more of my thigh. I didn't think about it…I was only focused on the clean, powerful lines of Zayden's back as he leaned over the counter, mixing the drinks.

Drake opened the bottle of imported scotch, and he and Alpha Maddox chatted while enjoying the way smokey flavors of amber liquid danced over their tongues with hints of coffee, licorice, and vanilla. The two Alphas discussed current issues in their packs, and their ongoing and upcoming collaborations as well as the always-current topic of rogues and their activities. However, they already communicated about this over email and video calls, so nothing was new, and they skimmed over everything rather quickly. "It seems you have something on your mind.", Drake finally got to the point. "I thought I was sneaky about it." Seeing Drake's cocky smirk, Maddox shook his head and admitted, "I wanted

Hades kept his hand on my thigh but turned his attention to his brother. Ash continued to stare at his menu. “Red goes with steak and white goes with pasta…but what goes with scotch?” “Anything goes with scotch,” Hades said. Ash set down his menu. “You know what? Maybe we are related after all.” His elbows rested on the table, and he stared at me, ignoring his brother and turning all of his focus onto my face.

I don't think I will wait anytime in marking my partner when I finally find the right person, not Blake obviously. "Don't worry, I will be back." I said as I got up and I stepped out of their house. I looked around for Oliver and I saw him talking to another person, so I signaled for him to come... I collected the four bottles of drinks we came with. Three is the brand of whiskey that Raphael likes and one bottle of bourbon, he is not really a fan of bourbon but he joins me sometimes. "Give this to him, I will get you something when next I come." I don't really know his taste but he is more like Blake but of course Blake is more handsome and cute, very cute... Oh shit, I am thinking about hi

A minute later, my cell buzzed with the reply. “Yes.” My mom told me. I smirked. I was happy I found one of the fuckers who did that to my mom. I gave a slight nod to Axel who smirked back. “Hey, what whiskey do you have?” Axel asked him when he came over. “We’ve got Irish, Japanese, Scotch, Single Malts, Rye and Bourbon. What do you like?” “Johnny Walker.” He told him. “Coming right up. And for you?” he asked, “Bourbon, don’t care what one.” I told him. He nodded again.

He smiled brightly and reached for a couple glasses from under the bar top. “Something different. I like it. Gets me out of routine.” He told me, shrugging his shoulders and reaching for a bottle of Johnny Walker. “Scotch neat if I remember right.” He smiled, pouring me a glass, and sliding it over to me. I nodded and turned my attention back over to Cohan and Chris. “Beer?” I asked and both nodded, so I redirected to Rudy and asked for 2 beers for my associates. He was quick; however I changed my attention back to the beautiful redhead sitting only a few seats away from me.

The black stockings and six-inch stiletto heels created a dramatic effect that I couldnt look away from. Her full, round breasts tantalized me through a slit that ran from her neck down to her belly button, and I wanted to feel the soft skin in my hands. Im alright, Michelle, how are you? Im good, Jonny. Want a drink? She went to a cabinet, bent down, and opened a door to look inside. We have scotch, vodka, and gin. Theres also a few sodas in there and some juice. Scotch please, Michelle. I took the drink she handed me, and she sat down beside me. Where do you want to eat?

No clacking of office keyboards, no work to be done for another two days, and no reminders of the drains of the world. I reeled and cast again, hoping to add at least two more fish to my pile. Two for dinner, one for breakfast, and two fish for Koogs, my trusty, lazy ass beagle. Just as I started to belt the chorus, however, Chris Stapleton’s heady voice was overshadowed by a loud cracking sound from some nearby trees. “Tennessee whiskey” came out more like, “Tennessee whisk-AHHH” as I jolted from my presumed solitude, dropped my pole, and felt the stomach-dropping shock of realizing someone’s been watching you.

I smiled, “and it’s great to meet you all!” I chugged back another drink. “Woah she can handle her liquor, eh boss?” Jason chimed in. I sighed and told them it is fantastic scotch. “No doubt, it’s Jameson’s brand” Ricky explained. “Simply the best out there.” “No need for flattery boys.” Jameson laughs. Liv moved to the bar stool on my right and we started chatting. “You need to try these rocket shots that Ken makes!” Liv said joyfully. “2 rocket shots coming up!” Ken cheered.