I saw it in her eyes a few times already, but two days ago, when she saw me hurt, it was so fucking obvious. She feels this too. She is just scared. I don’t care what she told Josh.
It was a lie, a fucking lie.
And she seems to be ignoring me again. Not as bad as last time, but she didn’t really talk to me yesterday. I think the gun incident got to her more than she wants to admit.
It’s driving me nuts. Seeing her every day and not being able to act on those feelings is torture. Every day, I have to see herand can’t tell her how much she means to me. I have to see her fine ass and can’t squeeze it before spanking it raw. I can’t kiss those luscious lips that would look so goddamn good around my cock, especially if she looked up at me from it with those golden eyes.
I stumble again. “Fuck,” I huff out, looking down at the boner in my pants. “I know, buddy. I hate this too.”
I wonder if she’s given Josh her first blow job yet. I know it’s none of my damn business, but hell, I’ve never been so hard so fucking fast as when she asked if I could teach her to give head. I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve imagined it. Her on her knees before me, me holding her head, fucking her mouth gently while telling her how to suck me.
“For fuck’s sake,” I whisper, pressing my palms against my eyes, trying to calm down. But it’s no use. The undeniable truth is that I need her. I fucking need hernow.
Turning off the music, I dash up the stairs, throw on my parka, and grab Xander’s keys. Then, I head to the truck, the engine roaring to life as I speed toward the bar.
It’s already late, but my gut tells me she’s still working, and I can’t wait a second longer to find out. My mind races with questions all centered around her.What is it about her that has me in such turmoil?I can’t pinpoint it. Maybe it’s because I can’t have her, and she denies the magnetic pull between us.
But I don’t believe it.
I know it’s something deeper, something meant to be.
When I arrive, I spot her polishing glasses. It seems like a calm night, with only a few patrons lingering and sipping their beers.
“Kitten,” I call for her as I approach, and Carolina looks up at me, briefly scanning the area to see if I’m alone.
“Clay, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” she asks, setting down the cloth and the glass she was polishing.
“I need to talk to you,” I demand, urgency in my voice.
“Now?” she asks, glancing over at the clock on the wall.
“It can’t wait,” I insist, clenching my fists at my sides to keep myself from reaching for her.
She briefly studies my face, then nods and disappears into the back. When she returns, her blonde coworker is trailing behind her.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” she tells the blonde.
“Oh, don’t worry, take your time,” she teases, wiggling her eyebrows at Carolina, who simply rolls her eyes.
Carolina comes around the bar, taking my hand to lead me into the back. We navigate through the kitchen, and a guy who looks like the cook shoots me a disapproving glare. I simply offer him a strained smile in return. I have to remind myself that this is Carolina’s place of work, no matter how much I wish it weren’t. The other guy is quick to turn his back to me when I look at him.
I’m a nervous wreck when we finally reach a hallway where Carolina opens her locker. I don’t want this to blow up in my face, but I can’t keep things in anymore. She slips on her jacket and takes hold of my hand again, guiding me toward the back door.
The door is illuminated by a lone light that casts a dim glow in the alleyway behind the bar. Thankfully, there’s no one in sight. Still, not wanting to risk it, I pull her by her wrist and lead her a few steps into the shadows. The light is just enough now for me to make out her face.
She gives me a critical look and asks, “Clay, what’s going on? What happened? Are you okay?”
Gently, I press her against the wall, sandwiching her between me and the hard concrete. I’m sweaty and probably smell, but we both have to live with that right now. My hands reach up to cradle her face, my thumb stroking her cheek.
“Carolina.” I exhale. The cold makes me see my breath, but my eyes don’t leave hers, and her pupils dilate.
“What…” she breathes out, sounding unsure.
“Tell me this is real,” I plead, but she simply looks up at me, biting her lip. “Tell me you feel it too,” I continue, lowering my forehead to hers and closing my eyes. “Tell me… tell me I can have you because you already have me.”
She hesitates, and my stomach sinks.
“Kitten, tell me you feel it too,” I whisper more urgently as one of my hands wanders down to her throat, squeezing it gently.
