But I knew her story.I knew why she’d been at O’Gallaghers for the last year.It wasn’t because she liked passing out lagers and getting her ass slapped, that was for damn sure.
When she wasn’t ignoring me, she was shooting daggers my way and saying some snide comment or another.She wasn’t exactly quiet about her distaste of me and my affairs.
I couldn’t very well leave her sleeping out here, though.It was September in San Diego; it was starting to get chilly at night, and she was only wearing the tank and shorts she’d changed into after her shift ended.
I bent down and lifted her willowy form.She was tall for a girl, probably around five-eight, maybe only five-seven, with clear blue eyes and long, white blonde hair that, I swear to fucking God, reached her ass when she let it down and straight.She usually wore it in those big curls girls liked and pulled back in a pony-tail.
She was gorgeous, I wasn’t denying it.I just knew she didn’t like me so I didn’t go out of my way to be overly nice to her.
When I straightened to my full height, she sleepily turned her head into my shoulder, her nose rubbing against my neck, and fucking damn if my dick couldn’t seem to remember it was just getting some twenty minutes ago.I was harder than a fucking rock, and all she did was put her nose against my neck.And she didn’t even know she was doing it.
Jostling her legs so her knees draped over my forearm comfortably, I made my way back inside, carrying her upstairs.She could sleep in my bed tonight.
But fuck if I was sleeping on the couch.
Playing nice guy fucking sucked.Regardless if she woke up right now, with me staring down at her with a fucking raging hard-on tenting my boxers, or if she woke up after I left to meet with Conor, she would fucking know where she was the moment she found the front door.
I couldn’t worry about that now.I had things to do, and Emily could be late for her fucking review with Conor and me.I wasn’t about to wake her up and deal with her wrath.
I glanced at the clock.Ten.
Fuck.
Ihadthings to do.As in past tense.
Conor was going to fucking kill me for being late.
Again.
My brother used to be all chill and shit about being late when it dealt with the female variety, even more so when it was him and his dick sunk in some chick’s pussy, but then he went and became a dad and now he wasn’t so fucking cool any more.
It wasn’t like our meeting this morning was all that damn important.We were literally only sitting down and getting ready for yearly reviews.
Woo-fucking-hoo if I was late.I think the only person we were scheduled to sit down with today was the blonde currently in my bed.I couldn’t stop the grin at the thought of her in my bed for other reasons.I’d totally do her if she weren’t such a bitch to me.
I stretched my arms up above then behind my head, linking my hands and allowing my fist to tap against the wall.When that stretch was in the middle of glory to the heavens, I stretched my legs, pointing my toes, loving the feel of each muscle stretching taut.My movement caused Emily to stir.
When she removed her leg, I crunched up to sit and swung my legs off the bed.I looked over my shoulder as I stood, and saw that my face-down girl stretched long against the bed, her facestillburied in the mattress.The stretch allowed the sheet and her shorts to slip just a bit, just enough to show a small feather tat on the top of her right ass cheek.Emily didn’t seem the tattoo type.Hmm.
Turning, I headed into the bathroom to piss and try to start and resolve the morning.
Emily
The very last thing I could remember about last night was sitting on the back stoop of O’Gallaghers, bawling.
My life just went from shitty to shittier.
I don’t suppose it was really all that bad, but after working a double at O’Gallaghers, I had raced home so I could study for my first major test in my nursing lecture course, only to find out I misplaced my keys somewhere during my walk home.
After starting at O’Gallaghers, I did indeed get rid of my car.Between not having television or a car, and working doubles at O’Gallaghers, I’d been able to afford schoolandsomething more than ramen and Kraft Macaroni Dinners.I splurged on Shapes though, because yeah, they were better than the Original.
I would cut out the internet expense too, but I needed that for school.
Anyway, I got home at one in the morning only to discover I hadn’t grabbed my keys in my hurry to get a few hours in of studying.Ihad beenplanning on studying until two, sleeping until nine, then going to my review with Conor and Rory, before finally heading to class.Everything worked out in my head.
I should have freaking known better.Nothing ever worked as planned.
I got home, couldn’t get in, and had to turn back to the pub.Unfortunately, by the time I got back, Rory had already locked up.Having no place to go, I sat on the back stoop, put my head in my hands, and cried.
