Eric laughs. “Guess we can add that to the long list of reasons why we shouldn’t have been messing around.Sorry.”
“Quit saying you’resorry.”
“Sorry.Fuck.”
I chuckle. It’s kind of funny seeing Eric not being able to keep hiscool.
“There you are, Jesse!” I hear before turning and seeing Dana approaching the booth quickly—something that seems to make Eric uneasy. I think it’s just because she’s interrupted ourconversation.
“I was wondering where you ran off to,” she says. “I told you I was going to the bathroom for a minute. Some of us are going to head back to the house for a bit if you want to comewith.”
“Oh, I don’t want to bother your friends,” I say, suggesting that guy she was fighting with the other night. She scoots in beside me in thebooth.
“This drink is shit,” Eric says. “Think I’m going to go find a different bartender to make me another. ’Scuse me…what was yourname?”
“Dana,” she says with a smile before he politelyleaves.
Dana leans close and whispers, “It’s just me going back, Jesse. And I promise, if you come, that won’t be the only thing comingtonight.”
She reaches down and slides the back of her hand up the crotch of myshorts.
“I…uh…gotta get some sleep tonight. I’m kind of still feeling like shit from partying with Ty last night. But thanks for theinvite.”
She pulls away, her expression stoic, like she wasn’t anticipating my response. Her eyes narrow. She’s obviouslyannoyed.
“Whatever,” she says before sliding out of the booth and walkingaway.
I glance over at a relatively empty bar across the room. Eric sits on a stool before it, taking a sip of his drink. I approach him, set my glass on the bar, and sit on the stool beside him. He turns to me and then looks around, like he’s searching forDana.
“Your friend leave you high and dry?” Eric teases, side-eyeingme.
“Admit it. You were enjoying leaving me in that awkward situation, weren’tyou?”
He pivots toward me. “A little bit. Was she thinking you were going to take her back to her condo and fuck the hell out ofher?”
I can tell by the way he says it, he doesn’t believe I could. Kind of annoys me since I think he’s implying I couldn’t fuck agirl.
“I wouldn’t have a problem with it if I wanted to,” Isay.
“Oh really? Bat for bothteams?”
“Apparently.”
The way his lips curl into a smirk makes me want to kiss him. I want them around my shaft. I want to be back in his bed, feeling those erotic sensations he stirred when we weretogether.
“In that case, maybe you should go with her,” Eric says. “Probably be a lot more fun than hanging out with some guy old enough to be yourdad.”
His words are almost a warning, a reminder of why I should be fighting this attraction I feel towardhim.
“Maybe I enjoy spending time with a guy old enough to be my dad,” I tellhim.
“Well, I think it’s a safer option notto.”
“Are you telling me I’m in danger, Eric?” I ask, amused with how serious he sounds. “Whatfrom?”
“I just… I don’t know that if you keep close to me, I’m going to be able to resistyou.”
And…I’m hardagain.
