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“What? Why?” I turn to look at him, surprised. I thought we made a pretty good team.
He makes his way back to the bar, stopping just a foot away from me. “You seemed a little overwhelmed.”
“Who wasn’t overwhelmed? I had people throwing money at me.”
“You snapped at someone,” he reminds me.
“I snapped at someone because they were being an asshole and accusing me of not putting alcohol in their drink. They were just too drunk to taste it.”
He takes a deep breath.“That happens. People come to a bar to get drunk. You need to learn how to keep your cool.”
“Keep my cool? You mean like you do?”
He scoffs. “What I do is my business because this bar is my business. You do what you’re told.”
I can’t help but roll my eyes as I shake my head. “This is bullshit. You know I didn’t do anything wrong. I swear, all you want to do is make my time here miserable so you can make me quit. But guess what? I’m not quitting. If you want me out of here, you’re going to have to fire me. And we both know that if you do that, you’ll have Evie to deal with.” I cross my arms defiantly, staring him down as anger boils my blood. Here I was thinking that tonight had gone great.
His jaw is tensed with anger, his back straight, and his shoulders back. His hands rest at his sides, balled into fists like he’s holding himself back. His dark eyes are narrowed on my face, and I can see the flames dancing within them. But then, I see them slip. They move down my body, from my face to my chest, and back up. His tongue comes out, wetting his lips and making them glisten under the neon bar lights. He slightly shakes his head. “You’re such a pain in the ass.”
Without warning, he reaches for me—his hands grabbing my hips and pulling me against him until my chest is pressed against his. His mouth smashes against mine, his tongue slipping between my lips. I’m so shocked that I freeze up, not understanding what’s going on. Then it hits me: I was right. He doesn’t hate me, he wants me, and he hates himself for it. All this bickering we’ve been doing doesn’t have anything to do with the job I’ve been doing. It has everything to do with his attempt to not give in to his desire. With this knowledge sinking in, I feel myself begin to relax against him. I lift my arms, wrapping them around his neck, and pulling him closer. I’ve dreamed of this moment for years. I’m damn well going to enjoy it now that it’s here.
With his mouth welded to mine and his tongue dancing with my own, his hands move down to my hips, picking me up against him. My legs wrap around him, holding on as he presses my back against the wall.
“Do you want this?” he whispers against my lips as I feel him grow harder between my legs.
“Yes,” I breathe out, lacing my fingers into his dark hair and pulling his mouth back to mine.
His right hand moves from my hip, fingertips skimming across my thigh as he moves it between my legs. Softly, he rubs against my center, causing my skin to burn with desire. It’s been a long time since I’ve been touched like this, and my body is coming alive in ways I didn’t know it could.
Pushing my panties aside, he slips his finger into me, and I moan into his mouth, needing more from him. “You do want this, don’t you?” He teases, his words barely above a whisper.
“Yes, please,” I beg, not caring about anything other than feeling him inside me tonight. I can’t think of how this could change our working relationship, or how it could affect my friendship with his sister. All I want is him. “More,” I plead.
“I’ll give you more.” He removes his hand from me and sets me on my feet. He quickly spins me around and yanks down my panties. The sound of his belt buckle clanking fills my ears, quickly followed by the sound of his zipper lowering. “I’ll give you exactly what you deserve.” The next thing I know, he’s pushing into me from behind, filling me, stretching me.
I let out a moan as his hand tightens on my hip, pulling me into his thrusts and pushing me closer and closer to exploding. He’s larger than I’m used to, and it feels like I’m being stretched too far but it also feels perfect, like our bodies were made for one another. He bites my shoulder as he rolls his hips. I throw my head back as my release washes over me, pulling me under and holding me captive as pleasure courses through my body.
8
TRAVIS
She feels perfect wrapped around me, better than I ever thought possible. I don’t know how in the hell we got here, and I don’t know how we’re supposed to move on from this. But right now, I don’t care. Right now, all I can think about is staying buried in her for as long as I can hold out. As I drive into her from behind, I feel myself growing closer and closer to my release. I have no choice but to pull out of her to stop my climax from building.
I silence her protests when I spin her around, pulling her mouth back to mine as I pick her up against me. This time, I move us over to the pool table, laying her across the top. Her back arches the moment I slide back into her, and she lets out a sigh of relief. Holding her thighs in my hands, I hold her in place as I drill into her again and again. The muscles in my body begin to tighten in preparation for my orgasm. I push all thoughts away, wanting to hold out, wanting to stay inside her a little longer. But the more I move, the harder that feeling gets to ignore.
Before I can finish, she tightens around me, her breathing growing louder as moans and whimpers leave her lips. I watch the expression change on her face. Her brows pull together, two lines forming between them. Her eyes are shut tight, her lips parted and her back arching. I hold out, wanting her to finish, wanting to burn every second of this into my memory because the moment I come undone, it’ll be over, and it can never happen again. Finally, it all becomes too much and my seed spills out of me. My hips take on a life of their own, thrusting as I empty every last drop into her.
The second it’s over, I pull out of her and tuck myself back into my pants. I know I’ve made a mistake and I have no idea how to fix it, or how to deal. I take her hand in mine and pull her to her feet. She has a sheen of sweat beading up on her skin as her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathing.
“I need to get out of here,” I tell her, moving around the bar and making sure the money is locked up tight. I grab my keys from the hook behind the bar. “Can you lock up?”
I can see the surprise, even the anger, on her face as she watches me walk toward the door. “Sure,” she mutters, watching me go.
I climb behind the wheel of my truck, put the key in the ignition, and shift into drive. I step on the gas and race toward my house, needing to put as much space between us as I can. I need to be away from her. I need time to think. I thank God that tomorrow is Sunday and that the bar isn’t open. I’ll have to go in and clean up after tonight, but I won’t have to worry about seeing her. I have to figure out how to fix this. If my sister finds out, if our parents find out, I’ll be in a whole mess of trouble.
When I get home, I strip down and get in the shower. The hot water feels good and helps to ease my tense muscles from being on my feet all night. I pour some shampoo into my hand and massage it into my hair. The foam begins to run down my forehead, and I close my eyes to avoid the burn. The moment my eyes close, I’m right back in the bar… with her. I can see the look in her eyes when we started getting into it. I can still taste her on my lips. My heart jumps to life as though she’s standing in front of me. I knew giving in to my urges wouldn’t be good, but I never expected the feeling that’s coursing through my veins right now. I wasn’t working her out of my system. She was burrowing her way in.
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