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She giggles while her lips remain pressed to mine. “Your cock is huge. This is going to be so much fun.”
There’s no denying that I have a raging hard-on right now, and it’s throbbing with anticipation to find its way inside this woman. “We can’t do this here.”
“No problem,” she says and pulls back, grabbing my hand again. “I’ve got a car in the parking lot.” She leads me out a ways from the building to a shiny black Mustang. She unlocks the door and then shoves forward the driver’s seat. “There’s more room in the back.”
I lick my lips and hesitate for a fraction of a second. Once I go in there, I know there’s no going back—no way to turn back from sleeping with another woman. London will hate me forever if she finds out.
London Uphill is the complete opposite of my new companion—hell, I don’t even know this woman’s name yet. London is sweet and caring, where this woman is definitely not sweet, and if I had to guess, she’s running from something too—something she doesn’t want to remember. This woman is dragging a complete stranger to her car, so I don’t feel guilty that I’m using her for a distraction, because it’s obvious that she’s just using me too.
I relax my shoulders and head into the backseat.
THEN
LONDON
I stare down at the address and study the numbers on the outside of the building. “Are you sure this is the place?” My eyes trail over the dilapidated wood siding and wonder how the bar remains open based on its outside appearance.
“Yes,” Wes says. “Look at all the cars in the parking lot. This was where the private investigator tracked him to. He said the band that Jared has been traveling with is playing here tonight.”
It’s hard to imagine Jared in here—not saying that he hasn’t done some shady shit lately. When I think of Jared, I picture him happy, smiling, and on the baseball field—the one place he loved. This is definitely a new lifestyle choice for him.
I take a deep breath and then release it through pursed lips. “We might as well go in there and see if we can find him. Remember to keep your cool. Our goal is to convince him to come back with us. Being hostile and losing your temper, no matter how much he’s made Julie cry—”
“And you,” Wes adds in. “Let’s not forget that.”
“And me,” I say in agreement. “We have to try to bring him out of whatever dark place he’s in.”
“I swear. I’ll be good. I won’t even say a word to him. I’ll let you do all the talking. How’s that?”
“That might be best.” I grab the handle on the passenger door and push it open. “Come on.”
We had to park in the very back of the lot in the grass. Seems like this is the place to be tonight, which in an odd way makes me proud. I always knew that Jared had a massive amount of talent, so it’s good that other people in the world are getting to experience just how musically gifted he is.
We’re nearly to the building when a door on a black Mustang flings open as we walk by, nearly hitting Wes.
“Whoa,” Wes says as he quickly jumps out of the way.
“Oh, sorry, man,” a voice from inside the car calls out, and it instantly halts me in my tracks. “Didn’t see you there.”
A very feminine giggle follows the voice. “You almost hit that guy.”
“I know.” The man laughs, and my blood runs cold.
My gaze flicks up to Wes, and his mouth drops open in shock. I turn to peek inside the car, but Wes grabs my shoulder and pulls me back. “Don’t. You don’t want to do that.”
I know he thinks he’s protecting me from what is inside that car, but I have to see it with my own two eyes. “I have to.”
“London—” Wes pleads as I twist out of his grasp and then bend down to look inside.
I stand there completely frozen, staring at the sight before me. Jared is sitting in the backseat with a blond woman straddling his lap. She has only a bra on, while the skirt she’s wearing is shoved up around her waist. She has no underwear on, and Jared’s pants are shoved down around his ankles.
I stand there watching, unable to look away even though the sight of this is absolutely tearing me up inside. Neither Jared nor the woman have any idea that I’m there—both completely oblivious that my heart is being smashed in my chest right now—because they are both completely hammered, which still doesn’t excuse Jared’s behavior.
Jared laughs, trying to help her put her top back on.
Seeing this sight before me drives home the fact that I need to move on, because obviously he has.
“You’ve got your head in the arm hole.” He yanks the shirt back off and then slides it back onto the woman.
