Page 71 of Fall Over You

I choose to act like he’s actually being nice. “Thank you.”

“Just know she’s more into chicks.”

He acts like I’ve never seen her face-first in somebody’s pussy. He’s trying to get under my skin, and I don’t like what he’s implying. I’m not threatened that Becca is bi. She’s with me.

Well. She’s fake with me. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“I think we’re good,” I say, dismissing him.

Stone lifts a brow. “I thought we were too. You won’t be enough unless you have tits.”

I pat my pecs. “You think these’ll do?”

He chuckles. “Man to man, just watch out.”

I purse my lips and lean over the bar. “Man to man?”

“Hmm?” Stone waits for me to go on.

I put my lips next to his ear. “Stay the fuck out of my business.”

I pat him on the cheek and take off for the bathroom, hoping I’ll run into Becca on my way there and get my security blanket back. I don’t see her before I make it to the men’s room, and when I push the door open, I get the shock of my life.

“Such a good girl taking Daddy like this.”

Sex. Darcy bent over the sink with her skirt flipped up, Jake balls deep in her, pants shoved halfway down his ass and his hand in her hair.

I turn on my heel faster than I ever have in my life, Darcy’s shriek ringing in my ears.

“I thought you locked the door, Jake!”

“You said you wanted to get caught sometime!”

Darcy’s throaty chuckle right before the bathroom door closes the rest of the way makes me lightheaded. I close my eyes and steady myself against the wall. I have seen my share of sex, particularly at the parties I frequented in my early twenties. I was, however, surprised to see it in this bar, and right when all I can think about is Becca.

Her smoker’s rasp fills my ears.

“Alright there, grumpy?” A gentle hand travels up my thigh and my dick throbs. “Looking to consummate this engagement?”

I open my eyes and look down to find Becca looking far too entertained. She flicks her eyes down to my crotch.

“Jake and Darcy are . . .” I point to the bathroom door and gulp down a breath. “Yeah.”

“Damn, with the door unlocked? Look at them, little budding exhibitionists.” She leans against me and I can’t stand any touch right now. “You always were a watcher.”

I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Is the women’s room empty? I gotta take a leak.”

Becca chuckles and crosses her arms. “Is that what they call it these days?”

“I’m not going to jack off in this bar!” I hiss.

She smirks and rubs the skin just above my jeans, thumb stroking the space around my hip bone. “You know I can help. We are engaged, after all.”

There is nothing I’d love more, but I’m not doing that here. “My dad is here. Your mom. Your mamaw!”

She lifts a shoulder. “Doors lock.”

“Is it empty or not?” I demand, gesturing to the women’s room door again.