“For fuck’s sake, why are you acting like some alien?” Ryan asks. He’s sitting between Drew and Jordan who eyes me with a death glare.
“What are you talking about?” I try to sound really confused but when my eyes drift to the bar it doesn’t escape his notice.
“That’s what I’m talking about.” Ryan points in the direction of the bar. “You’ve been hawk-eyeing them the whole time. Are you trying to fool yourself? Because you can’t fool us.” I say nothing to that, and he just sighs deeply.
“I thought you were smarter than that.” I was not expecting Jordan to partake in the conversation. “You came to him with that big apology and then what? You’re just letting him go?” Again I say nothing, because what is there to say? “You know what, maybe I’m betraying his trust right now but you should hear this. Every night when I pick him up from work all he talks about is you, and even though you treat him like garbage, he still goes back every day with hope that it will change. ‘Today’s the day. I can feel it, Jordy’, he says.” I can feel a lump forming in my throat. “Whatever’s the reason you don’t want him, he doesn’t give a fuck. For now at least. I wonder how much longer it will be before he gives up?"
I can’t breathe. How is it possible that I don’t want to lose something I shouldn’t have in the first place? But I can’t fucking imagine my life without him in it.
It’s then when it hits me.
Finally, you dumbass.
I don’t want to lose him. I wantmyhands on his shoulders, not some deli guy. I stand up and look at my friends.
“I…” I don’t know what to say to them. But Drew, who hasn’t spoken up yet about my behavior toward his brother, looks at me and winks.
“Go get him, Grumpy Bear.”
Walking up to the bar I imagine different ways I could handle it. But nothing feels right. This moment should be monumental or something.
Just take him over your shoulder, firefighter style.
That idea I can work with.
Ash sees me approaching and his eyes go wide. I’m not sure how much he knows about Pete and I, but the smirk he gives me tells me he can guess what I’m about to do.
“Can I talk to you?” I ask Pete, standing right behind him. He turns to face me then looks back at Ash who politely slides off his stool to give us some privacy.
“Now?” He doesn’t sound happy and I can’t blame him. I nod at his question half expecting him to tell me to go fuck myself. We both wait and watch for Ash to reach our table, where everyone is watching us. “What do you want, Gavin?” He almost sounds exasperated and I hate it. I try to think of the right words to explain myself but before I get to speak he continues. “Is this a friendly chat? Oh no, I forgot you decided, without telling me, you don’t want to be my friend after all.” Ouch. I deserve that. I make a quick decision and go all in.
“You’re right.” His eyes go wide, disbelieving. “I don’t want to be your friend.” He tries to look away but I grab his chin and tilt his head up.
Without any hesitation I kiss those lips I can’t stop thinking about. He jerks back and inhales loudly, staring into my eyes like he’s searching for something. I don’t know if he finds it or quite the opposite, but seeming satisfied with what he sees there he grabs my shirt and pulls me in for a mind-blowing kiss. Everything disappears. Somewhere in the back of my mind I register cheering from the direction of our table, but it’s not important right now. What matters is that every fucking person in this bar knows that he’s mine. My Jellybean.
PETE
He kissed me. We’re kissing.Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. Get a grip you idiot.This is not the time to have an internal monologue. My insides do a happy dance. I want this man so much.
He breaks the kiss but doesn’t pull away. Our foreheads are still connected as we pant heavily while trying to compose ourselves.
“Are you going to freak out?” I ask teasingly.Please don’t freak out on me now.
“Don’t plan to,” he chuckles. “Right now I need to get you out of here, because if I kiss you again, I won’t be able to stop myself and I’m going to fuck you right here, bent over this bar.”
“Yes, please,” I say only half joking. He growls and shakes his head.
“The things I’m about to do to you and the sounds I'm going to draw out of you are not for anybody else to witness, Jellybean. Only me. Mine.” I nod fast as his words send bolts of electricity right to my extremely eager dick. I open my mouth to verbally agree to all of that when he leans over and puts me over his shoulder. A squeak leaves me as the floor comes into view leaving me no choice but to take handfuls of his ass as he walks us out, the sounds of cheers and applause drifting off behind us. I fucking love it.
“Don’t wait up, Jordy.” I yell loud enough for him to hear me.
“Wasn’t planning to. Have fun–” His words are cut off when fresh air hits my skin.
“Okay, caveman. Put me down.” I slap his ass playfully. The next second I’m standing on my own feet and my head spins from the sudden movement. “That was hot,” I whisper, pushing him back against the wall, my body pressed against his. I never want space between us again. Stretching up on my tiptoes, I capture his lips again. My hands move up his broad chest to rest on his massive shoulders. This time when his hands slide around my waist and he picks me up a long groan escapes him and I lock my legs behind his hips. No space ever again Grumpy. I live here now.
“We should…” He pulls back trying to speak but I keep attacking his mouth. Chuckling softly Gavin moves his kisses down along my jaw, his beard tickling my sensitive skin. “Come on, Jellybean. Let me take you home.”
“Home sounds good.” I lay kisses on his neck, not ready to let him go just yet, even just to walk to his truck. He's strong, he can carry me.
