His eyes are slightly puffy, and a redness surrounds them. He straightens up and runs his hands through his hair as I approach. After a moment, he raises his glass to his lips and finishes the amber liquid in one large gulp. Setting the glass back on the counter with a loud thud, he pulls another out from behind the bar and pours two shots.
“Come have a drink with me, Gwen,” he slurs harshly. “A toast to the end. The end of all the bullshit between us. Fuck if it doesn’t feel good to finally let go, huh, sweetheart? Stop running. Stop the madness and say goodbye.”
He picks up his glass and empties it instantly, never taking his eyes off mine over the rim.
His face doesn’t even flinch at the double shot he’s just taken as he slams the glass back down on the counter. His eyes glaze over as he stares at me. Sadness, heartache, hatred fill his eyes.
“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it, Gwen?”
He rounds the bar quickly, approaching me like a predator. Stopping right in front of me, I stand tall as he reaches out and grabs my neck, forcing me against his chest. I feel the heat of his breath and smell the scent of his cologne mixed with the scotch on his tongue. He smiles once he knows he has me right where he wants me. His face is a dangerous place to look as I try to stand my ground and escape his embrace, but I don’t back down. Rex slowly inches closer until our lips are seconds away from touching.
“Tell me what you want, Gwen,” he whispers with a shaky breath. “Because hell if I’ve not been trying to give it to you all these years. You screw with my mind, driving me fucking crazy. You keep me in the dark only to punish me in the light of day. I want you, Gwen. All of you. But I can’t fight for us alone. Do you really think I can live with myself if I’m forced to one day see you in the arms of another man? It fucking kills me, Gwen. I’ve had to stand by and watch for a fucking decade, and I can’t do it anymore. I need you, all of you. But…” he trails off, and I catch my breath as his words steal my heart, and break it wide open. “If you think I don’t fucking need you, all of you, you don’t understand what you do to me. Fuck, what do you want, Gwen? Because damn it if I don’t die a little more every day trying to fucking give it to you.”
His lips crush against mine, leaving me absolutely breathless as I let him consume me. I let him take what he wants as his tongue caresses my own, and his hands frame my face. He drops one hand around my waist and pulls me against his middle. I feel his need rising and kiss him back without resistance. I take as he gives. He covets as I relent, and soon, we find ourselves up against the bar across the room.
He pulls away from me and hoists me into his arms swiftly. Laying me on the bar top, he pushes my skirt up around my waist. Before I can protest, he pulls my panties down around my knees. I try to sit up, but his hand wraps around my neck and pushes me back against the bar top.
“I wasn’t done with you the other night,” he rasps as his fingertips trail up my inner thigh.
I know I should stop him. I should make him wait until he hears all I have to say. Until he can decide if this, me, our baby, is what he really wants. But, under his dominance, I’m powerless.
Picking up the bottle of scotch, he pours it down my center. The cold liquid adds to the ecstasy as it hits my warm core, and my hips rise as he takes in a sharp, shaky breath. He runs his finger up my slit. My low purr fills the room as he rubs my clit.
“If we’re saying goodbye, I’m taking my toast to us off your sweet, pretty pussy.” He licks up my center before diving his tongue deep inside me. I let out a strangled gasp. His mouth devours my entrance like it is his last meal. My only option is to watch as he stares into my eyes and takes what he wants from me.
“Rex, please,” I pant, but he doesn’t stop as he licks up to my clit and harshly sticks two fingers inside me. His slightly drunken stare never wavers from mine as he continues to pleasure me on the bar top. “I need to…”
His mouth pulls away, but his fingers quickly curl, finding their target. He pushes them deeper with such force I release a slight scream. “You need to what, Gwen?” he asks angrily. “What do you need that I’m not fucking giving you?”
My eyes hold his stare as he sticks a third digit inside my tight walls and stretches me to my max. I fight the urge to let go as my climax builds. I need to stop him, I know. But he knows just what to say, what to do, and how to make me defenseless. His mouth lowers back to my clit as my insides clench down harder. Sucking it between his lips, he nibbles down just hard enough to add the perfect amount of pressure to my swollen flesh, and my head falls back in ecstasy.
My climax builds. I fist his hair in my hands as my head falls back forward, and I watch him take me. His free hand rises and presses against my lower stomach. He licks up my flesh once, twice, three times until I am on the brink… and then stops. Slowly pulling his fingers from deep inside me, he licks them clean and smirks at me.
“Something to remember me by,” he chuckles. “But hell if I will give you what you want or need any longer if you don’t give in return.”
He backs away from me and quickly pours himself another drink. Sitting up straight, it takes me a moment to come back to reality as I steady my breathing.
Are you fucking kidding me right now? Is he actually serious? What man has that kind of restraint?
Oh, that’s right, Rex fucking Roberts, the stubborn asshole, that’s who.
Sprawled out on the bar top, still trying to catch my breath, I snap, “You bastard.”
He looks back at me, then glances down at my swollen center. A mischievous smile graces his lips.
“Oh, I want nothing more than to finish that off right now. Bury my cock so deep inside you that you’ll still feel me there for fucking days after, but there is one little problem.” He leans back and grabs the bulge between his legs. “As much as my cock needs your tight cunt, I’m saving it for a woman who actually cares enough to admit she wants it. But, you see…” he says, coming a few steps closer and sliding my panties back up my legs. “You told me that wasn’t going to be you.” He runs a finger lightly across my wet center. “Thanks for the taste of what I’ll be missing, but I’m not giving you more than what you deserve. And this,” he says, rubbing my hand against his hard length, “Is not yours any longer.”
“You really are a stubborn ass, you know that?” I hiss, pushing at his chest and trying to put myself back together. Jumping down off the counter, he laughs. When he does, something breaks a little inside.
“I guess that makes the both of us, Gwen. Fuck, I know I was the one doing the running back in the day, but please, don’t tell me you actually came here to surrender?”
I fight the urge to tell him to go to hell as I glance back at him over my shoulder and see a brief flash of nervous energy in his eyes. He’s stubborn, but I know his cry for help when I see it. I know that when he pushes me away, it’s only to test me. To see if I will come back. To make sure I’m not like his parents. But people can only be pushed so far; one day, he might drive me away for good if this bullshit between us doesn’t stop.
Tonight, I have to take my stand and finally know once and for all if he’s willing to stay and stand by my side or leave once again like he always did.
“I never got to tell you what I needed to the other night,” I whisper.
“Fuck, let me pour a drink for this one,” he says as he tilts the bottle and messily pours both of us a shot.
