Kearstin laughs.
“What’s so funny?” I ask defensively.
“Same,” she says, her breasts bouncing from her laughter.
“What?”
She shifts in her seat, imploring me with those big green eyes.
“Same. I’m bi, too. Just got out of a two-year relationship with a woman who I thought wanted more,but—”
I know the surprise on my face is evident. I want to ask if my mother has any idea about this or if it's some wild coincidence. Because if she did, that would mean…
No, there’s no possible way my tightly-wound mother would actually make that much of an effort.
“Ouch,” I say, a genuine smile gracing my lips.
Kearstin’s smile is warm. “I promise I’m not a serial killer, either.”
It’s my turn to laugh as I get out of the car, coming to open her door.
“That’s exactly the thing a serial killer would say,” I say as I offer her my hand.
She takes it and I note her tiny hand is soft against my palm.
“Well, now that that’s out of the way,” I say as I shut the door. “You ready for the best post-relationship date ever?” I ask.
Kearstin beams with excitement as she takes my arm. “Absolutely.”
Kearstin is fun. She’s bubbly and funny and I find myself comfortable as she tells me stories about her students while we wait in line for ice cream. She gets the pumpkin spice cone and I opt for a cherry vanilla cone with lots of sprinkles. When we’re both done, she excuses herself to the ladies room. I sit on a bench near the face-painting station, taking a moment to watch the crowd while I wait.
And that’s when I see him.
Standing over at the Cat Rack game with a woman hanging around his arm, a beer in one hand, leaning against the edge of the game booth. The light from the games cast an almost angelic glow on him.
And then he looks in my direction, his gaze finding mine like a guided missile.
I should leave him alone with his date. Or girlfriend, or whatever she is, because I don’t know, and I have no right to know, but something inside of me twists with jealousy and aggravation.
Maybe it’s payback because he’s been tormenting me for years, whether he knows it or not, just as he’s been tormenting me this week during our sessions.
I’m sure he’s aware of how he affects me, but there’s only one way to find out…
I look back and forth before heading over to him, expecting him to move, but he doesn’t. He holds my gaze for a moment before looking away and brushing me off.
So you want to play, Mackenzie? Game on.
“Jordan!” I call out his name with overenthusiasm, making his date turn in my direction. His gaze hardens as he snaps back to my attention.
“How good to see you,” I say with a grin as I pull him into a hug. His beer sloshes and he tenses.
His free hand comes up to hug me and his vicious voice whispers in my ear, “I’m going to fucking kill you.”
I grin, my cock twitching from the heat of his breath, the venom in his voice. I know he feels me, and I don’t try to hide what my body does around him. I can’t, even if I tried.
I pull away, absentmindedly shifting my stance to quell the sudden hardness in my pants.
“Hi! I’m Alex. Alex Brewer. You may have heard of me,” I say cheerily.
