“You’ll know it when you see it. Go shower, and make sure the apartment door is locked when you’re inside,” Lizzie says before moving down the bar to fix a mixed drink.
Emberlyn squeals, grabs her bag, and takes off for the back hallway. She moves through the closed door to where the back entrance and stairs are located. About a minute later, Lizzie’s phone chimes with a text. She checks the screen and smiles, holding the phone up so I can see it.
Emberlyn
OMG! I love it!! My very own room!!
Lizzie found a great daybed after a quick stop to a thrift store yesterday, after her massage, and got it for a steal. They even delivered it for her for a small fee. So, while she worked, I volunteered to go to the big box store over in Stockton, a short fifteen-minute drive. I picked up bedding she wanted and dinner, and then after she closed the bar, helped her wash everything and set it all up.
Of course, afterward, we got to the part where she thanked me for covering her massage, and I reciprocated because it’s the polite, gentlemanly thing to do.
I try to push that image and the taste of her on my tongue out of my head. One, we’re at work, and we’ve been trying to toe the line at keeping things divided between professional and personal. The other reason is simply because the last thing I need is to be spotted popping a woody behind the bar, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Lizzie, she’s completely boner-inducing. I can’t help it. Just the sound of her voice, the slightest touch of her skin, the quickest glance her way has my body reacting in ways it hasn’t since I was a teenager and learning what that damn thing was for.
We stay busy, me working one side of the bar and Lizzie the other. Her side always seems to back up quicker, thanks to the guys. They line up at her end, getting as close to the gorgeous new woman in town. Not that I blame them, but I don’t like the feeling that bubbles in my chest when I see them shooting their shot all night long.
“What’s wrong?” the woman I can’t stop thinking about asks as she comes over to grab the bottle of Jack Daniels from my hand.
“Nothing.”
Her eyebrow arches in question, but she doesn’t prod. She just goes about her business, mixing the drink and taking it to the guy who is practically drooling on the bar top. She laughs at something he says and takes his cash to the register. When she tries to hand him his change, he leans forward and says something only she can here. Lizzie smiles, but shakes her head no, triggering something that feels like happiness in my chest.
Did she just turn him down?
I return my focus to the customer in front of me, apologizing for the long delay in making her drink. She offers me a flirtysmile, and I can feel Lizzie’s eyes on me. I take the tip dropped on the bar and slip it inside the jar. Turning, I watch Lizzie grab a bottle of All American Crüe from the cooler, realizing it’s low and prompting my need to grab a cold case from the cooler.
Just as I slip inside and retrieve the case, I feel a hand on my back. I don’t need to worry about who’s touching me. I’d know her touch anywhere. “Everything all right?” I ask when I turn around.
Her answer is to kiss me.
Hard.
Her tongue dives into my mouth, tangling with my own in a fierce kiss. It’s all tongues and heat, and that erection I was worried about is very much alive and well right now. It’s begging to get close to her, to feel her, and I’m weak. All I want to do is bend her over the stack of beer cases and remind her exactly how good we are together. To show her those assholes out in the bar are nothing in comparison to what I offer.
To what we have.
“Don’t be jealous,” she whispers, finally breaking the kiss.
“I’m not,” I respond, the lie bitter on my tongue.
She smiles knowingly before adding, “You’re the only one I want in my bed.”
I shift the case to balance it on my right arm and adjust my dick in my jeans with my left. “How quickly can we make that happen again?”
She gives me a sad look. “Em is here until Sunday afternoon.”
I sigh. “Then either you’ll be in my bed that night or I’ll be in yours.”
A wicked smile spreads across her swollen lips. “Deal.”
“What are you two doing in here? The natives are getting restless!”
Lizzie jumps back and spins around, facing her sister. I strategically hold the case of beer in my hands in front of mycrotch, so she’s not scarred for life. “Nothing! Grabbing beer,” Lizzie insists with too much force.
Emberlyn just grins. “Right…” she replies with a smirk, drawing out that word.
I carefully hand off the case of beer, keeping it at crotch level, and then turn back around to make it look like I’m rearranging the cases and pulling a few from the taller stacks down so they’re easier for Lizzie or Jani to grab if I’m not here.
“Take a few minutes. I’ll cover the front until…you know,” Lizzie practically sings, clearly understanding my need to cool off in the walk-in for a couple extra minutes. Then, they’re both gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts and my hard dick.
