I stand behind her and
yell, “Get your fucking hands off her now … and don’t ever
fucking touch her again!” I instantly see her body lock up, but she
doesn’t move off of his lap. Putting my hands around her waist, I
pick her up and set her back on the floor.
She slowly turns so
that her face is almost touching my chest. I can feel her hot breath
through the fabric of my dress shirt, and it makes my cock hard
again. Her dark brown eyes are hooded as she does a full body scan.
Oh yeah, Payton Clare likes what she sees. I hear a low purring sound
come from the back of her throat, which makes my impossibly hard cock
even harder. Fucking hell, I want to take her right now, but know I
can’t.
“Conners, man, cool
it. I was just playing,” Greyson says, but fuck if I don’t want
to break his hands, or better yet, his face. If he so much as tries
to touch her again, I’ll fucking lose it.
“Yeah, well enough.
Stay the fuck away from her!”
She’s mine!
I think to
myself, wanting to stake my claim on this girl, but I don’t. I look
at Payton and see that she’s pressing her thighs together. Fuck, my
girl’s definitely turned on in a bad way. I’m wondering how wet
she is for me when she turns away and heads toward the bar.
“Payton, we need to
talk,” I say, approaching behind her, my body almost pressing
against her back. I’m pretty sure she just fucking flinched. She
moves away from the bar, so that she’s out in the open.
What the
fuck’s that about?
She asks me what I’m
doing here, but I’m sure she already knows that I’m on the job.
But what I want to know is what’s she doing here? “I’m working.
What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask. I need to know if she’s
here permanently, because if she is, it’s game on.
“What’s it look
like,
Conners
? I’m working, too,” she hisses at me. It’s
not my name, but damn if it doesn’t sound hot-as-fuck. Payton
sounds hot when she’s pissed.
“Don’t do this,
Payton. I meant what the fuck are you doing in Del Mar? Are you
living here now?” I demand.
She tells me it’s
none of my business, then turns and walks away from me. My eyes land
on her unbelievably toned ass, and if I’m not mistaken, she’s
totally shaking it just for me. I watch as she stops to talk to a
Hispanic male, who I’m assuming is the club owner. He doesn’t
look happy, but he lets her go.
I head to the bathroom,
and once in there, splash cold water on my face. Payton’s in town.
Things are definitely looking up for me tonight. Making the decision
to give her some space, I go back and spend the rest of the evening
watching everyone get fucking hammered and trying to keep them from
groping the poor server and new bartender. This is so far from being
over. Payton just doesn’t know it yet.
* * *
Pulse is now closed,
and I’m outside waiting for her to come out. All the other
employees have already left, except for Payton.
What the fuck’s
keeping her?
I’m about to go all Neanderthal and go kick the
door in and haul her out by her hair, when the side door opens. I
watch as she locks the door and then turns and walks toward her car
with a smile on her face.
I call out her name.
She stills for a second, but keeps walking toward her car, pretending
she doesn’t hear me. Hell fucking no, she’s not going to ignore
me. She’s going to listen to what I have to say, whether she wants
to or not. Payton picks up the pace as I chase after her. She’s
pulling the door open, but I make it there in time and slam it shut
again. She’s not fucking going anywhere until we talk. I turn her
around; her eyes are looking everywhere but at me.
“What, Jack? What do
you want?” she shouts at me. I see her eyes roam over my body as
she checks me out. She has a gorgeous flush on her cheeks when she
looks away from me again. Well fuck me; Payton’s turned on again.
Both of my heads are screaming for me to claim her right here, right
now, and I’m not fighting them any longer.
I say her name again as
I push her against the Charger, and all I can think is
Finally.
I burrow my face into her neck and bite, lick, and kiss her there. I
want to bite, lick, and kiss her pussy, too, and my cock loves that
fucking idea. I feel her pull in a deep breath against my neck, and I
wrap her hair around my hand, pulling her head back so I can devour
her mouth. As we kiss, I feel her legs wobble as if they’re going
to give out on her.
“Jack,” she moans
into my mouth.
My hands go to her ass,
and I quickly hoist her up on the hood of her car. Her long legs wrap
around my waist, and her hands glide over my torso. I fucking need
her so badly. I’ve wanted her for so long, and now I’m finally
going to fucking have her again. “Fuck, baby. I need you,” I
groan against her soft lips, slowly trailing my hands down her tight
body. When I get to the hem of her jean skirt, I grab the edge and
pull it up so that it gathers at her waist.
I move one of my hands
to her panty-covered pussy to feel how wet she is. She’s not
wet—she’s fucking drenched. I feel the pre-cum form at the head
of my cock. “Just how I remembered, so ready for me,” I say
through my breath as I push the thong aside and gently stroke the
hot, wet, swollen flesh. Her body tenses a bit as I push two fingers
inside her.
She quickly relaxes and
arches her body into me, pushing her tits against my chest. I feel
her hard nipples rubbing against my chest. I don’t have to over
think this too much as I suck the sensitive peaks through the thin
fabric of her shirt. My fingers start fucking her and get an instant
reaction. She releases a deep moan from the back of her throat, and I
know I need to taste her again, right fucking now.
I push her away from me
and watch her lean against the hood on her elbows. She watches me
intently as I pull my fingers out of her pussy and bring them to my
mouth, sucking her sweet juices off of them. I love the taste and
smell of this woman; it drives me fucking crazy with need. “Had a
lot of women spread for me, but none tasted as sweet as you,” I
groan, and if I’m not mistaken I think she opens her legs even
wider for me.
I drop to my knees and
softly bite her through her panties, but I want more. I quickly pull
the flimsy scrap of material to the side and go directly for her
sensitive clit. I suck the swollen piece of flesh into my mouth as I
reintroduce my fingers to her hot pussy. Within seconds, I hear her
moan and feel her inner muscles pulse against my tongue and around my
fingers—trying to pull them deeper into her body.
I stand back up and
rush to release my cock from my pants so I can pound into her body.
“Oh baby, I fucking missed this,” I say, leaning in closer to her
warm body. A pained expression flashes across her face.
What the
fuck did I say?
“Who the fuck do you
think you are? You come here and expect me to just, what, fuck you?
Get away from me!” she screams, tears building up in her eyes,
threatening to spill over.
I ask her what she’s
talking about, but she refuses to answer me. As she hops down from
the car, fixing her skirt, she informs me that she has to leave, she
has a boyfriend, and I should leave her alone. She just fucking blew
me off and not in the way that I want.
Bull-fucking-shit she has a
boyfriend!
There’s no way that she has a fucking boyfriend and
hell will freeze over before I leave her alone again. She pulls the
car door open and gets in, closing it quickly and locking the doors.
I hit her window with
my fists. “Payton, don’t do this,” I beg her as she drives away
from me.
What the fuck just happened?
I walk over toward my
car with my cock still hard and the taste of Payton still in my
mouth. I drive back home to my new condo alone. Not how I had the
rest of the night planned.
Once I’m home, I head
directly for the bathroom and start the shower. Glancing down at the
painful erection pressing against the crotch of my pants, I realize
I’ve got to get rid of it or I won’t be able to sleep tonight. I
strip off my clothes and step into the shower, the hot spray hitting
my back. Gripping the base of my cock, I start stroking my hard shaft
as visions of Payton spread for me against her car enter my head. I
lean forward and press my forehead against the cool tiles of the
shower wall as my strokes increase in intensity and eventually, I
yell out my release.
I get out of the
shower, dry off, pull on a pair of boxer-briefs, and crawl into bed.
Whatever the fuck’s going on with Payton’s going to get fucking
sorted. The thought of her being in my bed again makes my dick twitch
and start to come back to life. Jesus Christ, this is going to be a
long fucking night!
I wake up around four
in the afternoon, nursing a killer headache. Tequila’s always been
a cocksucking motherfucker to me. Ugh, I feel like death. I slowly
open my eyelids to the stinging of the sunlight streaming in through
the window. Damn it! I forgot to shut the curtains before we passed
out. I blink a few times, hoping my eyes will adjust. Carefully
sitting up on the sofa, I look around for Ella, but she’s not here.
I swing my legs around to the floor and feel my stomach lurch.
How
much did I drink last night?
I vaguely remember finishing off the
bottle, but there couldn’t have been that much in it, right?
“Payton!” I hear
Amber, my other roommate, yell from the kitchen. You’d think I was
half way across town the way she’s shouting my name. This isn’t
helping my head. I need pills, now.
“What?” I mumble,
as I steady myself on my feet. Must make it to bathroom. Must get
ibuprofen. I feel like a zombie … must eat brains.
“I was saving that
booze, you idiot!” Oh shit! That was the super special tequila I
drank.
“I had a rough shift,
I needed it,” I spit out, hoping that’s enough of an explanation
for drinking the bottle she’d been saving for five months. Well,
the bottle she
thought
she’d saved for almost a half a year.
I may have dipped into it a couple times over. Usually, I have time
to hide the evidence and replace it before she notices. Really, it’s
just a bottle of alcohol. She can open another one when her man
returns home from Afghanistan in a little over a month. It’s not
like it’s a special blend or anything. Just a bottle her man gave
her at the airport saying some gag-worthy cutesy thing about being
able to drink it to celebrate when he gets home.
Please, like he’s
really held off without sex the whole time he’s been gone. Men are
all the same … they’re dogs. He probably screwed one of the
female soldiers the minute they landed. Or hell, the minute the seat
belt sign cleared on the airplane. Joined the mile-high club, maybe?
I know I can be cynical sometimes, but really, it’s hard to think
of men in a positive light. But enough about my man hating for a
little bit.
“You’re going to
have a rough day now, too, bitch! I can’t believe you did that!”
she shrieks.
I think I should go
into work early today; this isn’t looking good. For the most part,
my roomies and I get along great. They’re both partygoers and
outrageous, which is exactly what I like to portray. Every now and
then, though, I tend to pull stupid shit; this would be one of those
times.
Before Amber can exact
whatever torture I’m sure she has planned for me, I manage to crawl
into the bathroom. I raid the cabinet for pills, cup my hand under
the faucet for a bit of water to wash the two capsules down, and wait
for them to work their magic. This is becoming too much of a habit.
Could my lifestyle finally be catching up to me? No time to ponder
life and the hole I’ve dug myself into. If I plan on escaping the
house alive, I’m going to have to shower and wake up from my daze
in record time.
I manage to sneak back
to my room after my record-breaking shower. As I’m changing into my
dark wash skinny jeans and form fitting white Pulse t-shirt, I recall
the events of last night.
The reason for my most
recent tequila binge resurfaces. Jack’s in town. Jack. Is. Back.
And that’s not the worst part. He only sees me as an easy piece of
tail. I thought he was different, and maybe I’d found someone
special. Not that I thought I’d ever see him again. I was okay with
having special for a short time. It’s longer than I thought I’d
ever get to have special for, but now he fucked even that up for me.
This is what happens when you let someone in—even a little. If he
didn’t take the hint last night, and he can be pretty persistent
and stubborn from what I remember, he’ll be back. Shit! He’s
going to be back.
I don’t know what
possessed me to blurt out that I had a boyfriend last night, but now
I need to find myself one, immediately. Then maybe Jack might leave
me the hell alone. I scroll down my contact list on my cell. I need a
stand-in boyfriend, someone intimidating enough to get Jack off my
case. Someone who knows I can’t give them more, and someone who
won’t want more.
You’d think that’d
be easy enough, the way I get around. I send a few texts out to see
if I can get some man-meat out tonight. The more I have to choose
from, the better. Or maybe I’ll try my luck with one of the
regulars at the bar. Some of them are creepy as fuck and look like
they have the potential to be stalkers, but there’s one or two that
seem half normal. I wish myself good luck and head into work.
Lazy Joe is in his
usual spot right inside the doorway. He’s one of our night bouncers
and is everything his name suggests. Thankfully, we don’t get many
overly rowdy patrons, and when we do, there are other bouncers
inside, if needed. I give Joe the usual head nod as I squeeze past
him.
The bar itself is
pretty slow at the moment, being early evening and all. No man-candy
to strike a deal with yet. Hopefully, the odds get better as my shift
progresses, and the people pour in. I quickly glance over the
job-assignment schedule for tonight and see that I’m working the
shooter bar. Perfect, I love shots!