Page 3 of Hard to Love

I continue to watch her act as if she has no control over her actions. Downing drink after drink, making one wrong choice after the other. What is she thinking?

I paid the waitress a lot of money to start watering down her drinks. She’s so far gone now it’ll take sleep to run this through her system.

The minute her eyes find mine, they lock into my soul. Her stormy blue eyes have never been far from my memory. Her lips have ruined me for any other woman. I want her, and she knows it.

Out of the corner of my eye, something gets my attention. I catch a glimpse of her, then a full shot. I see she’s walking off the dance floor, straight toward me. Damn it. What the fuck? Why is she coming over here?

Seconds later, she stands inches from me, staring into my eyes. Daring me to take her. I want her. I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. But I can’t have her. I can never love her the way I want to.

Her eyes become glassy when I don’t respond to her. She has no clue why I won’t act on my feelings. To be honest, I’m not sure why I won’t either. Everything has changed; I’ve changed. There’s so much I want to tell her, I need to say to her, but I just stand there, watching.

The blood in my veins pumps wildly at her proximity to me. My cock strains as her scent hit me full throttle, as if her shaking her ass all over the dance floor wasn’t enough for him to cry foul. She comes closer to us as if willing him to take her, here and now.

I could bury so deep in her; she wouldn’t recognize her own heartbeat fearing it was my pumping of her pussy. The thought alone has me creaming. I bite the inside of my cheek to calm myself and my raging hard-on.

Our standoff continues until I see it in her eyes, the moment she gives up. She walks away with a sway to her hips and determination, reminding me of a very bullheaded person I know. She’s gonna be the death of me.

What’s worse, she takes my heart with her as she goes, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Truth be told, I want to chase her. But this will never work. Why the fuck did this have to happen? I should’ve walked away that night. Now, I’m afraid I never will.

I watch as she walks back to her table, throwing back another drink before returning to her ass-shaking and dry-humping of the mother fucker she’s chosen to use to make me angry. Employing someone to make me jealous is juvenile as hell. Damn it, if it’s not working.

Planting herself in the middle of the dance floor, she immediately starts to ride the Cro-Magnon she left earlier. She has no clue what she’s doing. Why the hell did I even come here? I should leave her here to clean this shit up herself, damn it.

I need to change my number. I’ve got to stop reading every text she sends; I wouldn’t be here if not. It’s as if she’s determined to get me to take her to bed. To fuck her the way I want to so badly. To mark her and make her mine.

The way she’s dancing with him, grinding her ass on him, it’s dangerous. Men get ideas, wrong ideas. What the mother fucking hell? He’s got his Goddamned hands on her ass. I’m going to kill him, and then I’m going to kill her.

If she thinks this is going to make me jealous, she better think again. The only thing this show of hers is accomplishing is making me angry. Moreover, she’s putting herself in danger. Hardy’s all over her body like he owns it. Like he owns her. I’ll be damned if that’ll ever happen.

I need to do something before things get outta hand. Losing my temper isn’t going to help her if she needs it. The way she’s acting, she’s gonna need it. He’s practically swallowing her face whole. I can’t even watch it. That shit’s nasty.

They’re all over each other. This shit show can’t get much worse. I don’t know if I should get pissed or throw up. Who the fuck does he think he is, touching her like that? He doesn’t deserve her. She’s better than the likes of him. She’s better than me.

What’s going on? He’s whispering in her ear. Asshole. Probably telling her a line of horse shit. Trying to be suave. Is she actually smiling at that shit? You’ve got to be fucking kidding. She’s acting as if she’s never heard a line of bullshit in her life.

Total dick move or not, she’s with him, in the middle of the dance floor, wrapped around him, acting like a damn fool. I can’t handle this shit. Her ass filling his hands. His kisses filling her mouth. And all I do is stand here. Watching.

Turning slowly, she looks at me. Waiting. For what? I can’t have her; what the fuck does she want from me? Her eyes flutter shut, pausing ever so slightly. Opening her eyes again, I see it. Burning. Like the inferno she is, she’ll incinerate everything in her path.

I want to be the kindling to her flame. I want to taste her the way he has and in so many other ways. I want to bury so fucking deep in her, she never loses sight of who we are to each other. I can’t live without her, and by God, I can’t have her.

Looking into her eyes, I see it before she even realizes what she’s going to do. Her spirit burns with desire, taking the choice out of her hands. She’ll do whatever it takes. Holding nothing back to get what she wants. Whatever she needs to do to make me hers.

Tilting her head, she moves into his neck, close to his ear. Her mouth moves subtly, and then, without a second thought, his head nods in understanding. He’ll do what she asks. He does what I will not.

Mother fucker, they’re leaving.

Before I can get my emotions under control, my feet move faster than my mind. And my heart. I barrel through the door on my way to the parking lot to plow a new damn road through his fucking ass.

Looking around quickly, I almost miss them. I set off in a dead run to get to her. Son of a bitch has her laid out on the hood of her car. I’m about to fucking blow my mother fucking lid. He’s on top of her, kissing her as he holds her legs around his waist.

I might just kill him after all.

Before I have a chance to think, I spin him around to face me. I ask no questions. Say no words. My fists are on him as I pummel the fucking bastard. Blood splatters me just as the ass-hat drops to his knees and falls forward.

Stopping long enough to wipe the blood from my knuckles, I turn to find her. Still lying on the hood of the car, passed out cold. I’m livid as I think what could’ve happened to her. He could’ve raped her. What the fuck was she thinking?

Throwing her over my shoulder, I’m halfway to my truck before I realize I can’t take her to her new place. I have her keys, but I’m sure nothing is set up, so she’s going home with me. Whether that be a blessing or a curse, I’ll soon find out.