I spot a brunette at the end of the bar; she gives me that sultry look that tells me she’d like to get out of here with me tonight. And why shouldn’t I? Shelby doesn’t seem to be interested. The woman barely tolerates me.
But I don’t miss the way she flushes when I’m near her, the small hitch of breath, and the way she begs me to kiss those pouty lips with just one flutter of those lashes.
I take a slug of beer; the music, the smokey air, all make for a heady conversation. It didn’t help that whenever Ember caught a glimpse of that ass, his thoughts went to places they shouldn’t. Like right now, as she stands and shimmies to the ladies’ room, I can’t help but notice. I am so fucking hard I could burst at the seams.
“What the hell’s wrong with you?” Haden nudges me with his elbow.
“Nothing. I am tired as fuck is all.”
“Yeah, I bet. Have you seen that pretty thing at the end of the bar staring at ya?”
“I have, but I am not in the mood for a one-night stand.”
“You in the mood for a pretty little single mom you've been staring at all night.” He smirks.
“Don’t let Grady hear you say that.” I take another sip of my beer. “Excuse me,” I tell Haden. “Gonna hit the head.”
“Sure thing, man.” He grins knowingly.
The hallways outside the bathrooms are narrow and dimly lit, only one way out and in, and she hasn’t exited the bathroom yet. I stand outside the womens’ restroom door. Feels kind of stalkerish, but I don’t give a fuck. I want to see her up close.
The door swings open, and her eyes widen. “You scared me, asshole.”
In one step, I’m in her space. She looks up at me, fire dancing in those green orbs. I don’t respond; I just wrap my hands around her tiny waist. She gasps as I back her into the restroom. I lift her up against me, and her legs wrap around my waist. I lean against the basin. “Oh fuck, you feel just as good as I imagined.” She grins, biting her lip. “I’m gonna kiss that smart mouth now.” Her gaze holds mine.
When my lips find hers, she doesn’t resist. She simply gives in to me, my tongue traces her lips, and she opens them to let my tongue slip in and tangle with hers, her hands grip my hair, her body rocking against me. She tastes of wine and lust. She breaks away, breathless, her eyes fixed on mine. “We shouldn’t,” she pants, her forehead resting against mine.
“Why the fuck not?” I push my erection against her, and she lets out a gasp. I claim her mouth again, more urgently this time, and she moans against me, thrusting herself onto my hard-on. The door opens, and we both look toward it, heady from our kiss. A woman enters, a smirk on her face as she disappears into the stall. I look at Shelby, whose cheeks are flushed. Setting her down, I grip her chin. “This isn’t over, firefly. Get your stuff. We’re leaving.”
She places her hands on her hips. “Leaving? I am having dinner with someone, and you don’t get to tell me what to do.”
Oh, she fucking tests me. I’m practically bursting in my pants to get inside her.
“I don’t like it when you deny me.”
“Get used to it,” she hisses.
“If you weren’t so fucking stuck-up, I’d fuck you right here. I bet if I slip my hands in those panties, I’ll know you want it too.”
“Fucker!” she hisses again, slapping my cheek before walking out of the bathroom. I rub my face, shaking my head. Oh, I’ll fuck her pretty pussy, and she’ll be begging me for it.
The woman exits the stall. “I wouldn’t say no to you,” she purrs, looking at me in the mirror.
“Thanks. But no thanks,” I retort, making my way out. The only woman I want to be inside is sitting at a table with Leon, the dickhead. When I pass by them, she meets my gaze for a flitting second, her cheeks still flushed, her lips swollen, and I like that I am the reason for it.
I take my seat at the bar with the boys and order some shots.
I can hear Shelby’s laughter above the noise of the bar, but this time I don’t turn to look. Instead, I down a shot and try to ignore the fact that the woman I want in my bed is out with some other guy tonight.
* * *
Sittingup and straddling the exercise bench, I wipe sweat from my head and bare torso. I have pushed myself harder than I have in a while. This is the only way to get rid of all the pent up sexual frustration that kissing Shelby caused. She’s been the only thing on my mind.
“Where is your head, man?” Haden asks. “I’ve been talking to you for a minute.”
“Somewhere else, dude. You got any plans tonight?” I ask Haden. “I thought we could shoot some pool after work.” Of all the guys at the station, he is the one I get along with the most. He’s been there a year, so like me, he’s relatively new. He transferred from Philly.
“If you must know. I have a date. The pretty young thing I met last week, Bianca. She’s got a friend too if you are interested. Blonde, busty...” he says and motions an estimated chest size with his hands.
