Page 81 of Glacier

Mary, I recognised. She was in her sixties and used to bartend for Larry before he passed. Looked like she was back.

The guy beside her was familiar. He was young, someone I’d seen around town. I didn’t know his name.

My brain dismissed them the second I caught sight of the woman bent over, reaching into a fridge. I froze without meaning to, my hand tightening on the edge of the bar.

Long legs encased in knee-length leather boots with a flat heel. Luscious ass. Round, firm, and definitely more than a handful. Nothing I liked more than a woman with curves, and this one had curves for fucking days. Best I’d seen in years.

I shifted my weight, dragging my gaze up slowly, taking in every inch.

My cock hardened. The last person with an ass like that had been Cassandra Hogan, back in high school.

My jaw ticked as the memory hit. I leaned an elbow on the bar, fingers tapping once against the wood.

She’d been my obsession all through high school. I’d done my best to push her away. When I wasn’t pushing her away, I was tormenting her.

It was like a compulsion. I knew I couldn’t have her, but I wanted her attention anyway. I was a fucking dick.

I knew where the club was going and how hard it would be. I hadn’t wanted a relationship. Certainly not with the soft, sweet, gorgeous Sassy.

I did my job too well. She left the second she graduated. Last I heard, she was in Florida. I hoped she was happy.

The vision in front of me straightened, tossing a streaked curtain of blonde, blue, and magenta-coloured hair over her shoulders to hit that ass. I growled low in my throat.

Fucking perfect. I exhaled softly, running a hand over my mouth.

Her arms were toned, stacked with bracelets that clinked as she moved. She popped the cap off a beer and slid it across the bar, tapping it to get the guy’s attention when he was too busy staring at her tits to notice it.

Fucking pissed me off. More than it should. I wasn’t sure who she was, but I was damn sure going to find out.

Mary said something to her, and she threw her head back and laughed. Then she looked over her shoulder.

Straight at me.

My breath stuttered in my chest when crystal blue eyes met mine.

No. Fucking. Way.

My high school obsession was back in town.

“Cassandra ‘Sassy’ Hogan,” I said, with a small smile and a wink.

She rolled her eyes but sashayed over to me. Her breasts cushioned on her arms as she crossed them and leaned on the bar, plumping them so they nearly spilled over her low-cut top.

I was no fucking better than that other fucker because my eyes were instantly drawn to those delicious mounds.

I dragged my tongue over my lips, returning my attention to Sassy as her husky voice broke through my haze of lust.

“Tyler ‘Lawless’ Adams. Still getting blowjobs where anyone can see you?”

My gaze flicked from her eyes to her mouth and back again.

Reaching out, I threaded my fingers through her hair and tugged her closer, leaning over the bar.

“Only if it’s you, sweetheart,” I whispered before taking her mouth in a hard kiss.

My obsession was right there, within reach.

And this time, I wasn’t letting her slip away.