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Asshole in full force.Check.
I find the blonde occupying my chair at the bar. I give her a once-over, noting my cock is still hard. I might as well use it. “You coming?” I don’t even give her a second glance before heading for the door.
“God, I hope so,” she pipes up, following me.
“God’s got nothing to do with it.” I slam through the door and welcome the clean air as it washes Frankie from me.
Now, if I could only fuck Blondie hard enough to knock my Angel from my thoughts…
IPLAY MY SONG, PRAYING IT’LLentice Austin to come to me. To dance with me like he used to. I can nearly feel his touch. How he used to hold me. How he used to love me.
“It’ll be different. Better.” Austin’s soon-to-be broken promise plays in my head with the vision of him begging me with his brown eyes to believe him. To trust him.
That was two months ago.
I sway a little harder, tip my head back a little farther, and sing the words I wish were his—hot and heavy in my ear—telling me how warm, smooth, and sweet I am compared to the liquors in my song.
My peripherals catch him at the bar, laughing like I haven’t heard in a long time with his asshole of a best friend, Gabriel.
The sound rings in my bones, knocking hope free.
We moved to Lyndale two months ago. It’s been two months of long days and lonely nights. Two months of lies, absence, running around smelling of booze and women who aren’t me.I squeeze my eyes tighter to stop the traitorous tears burning the back of my them.
I will not cry! I. Don’t. Cry.
It wasn’t always like this.Hewasn’t always like this. I’ve been in love with Austin since we were fourteen. He said he fell hard and fast for me, but he couldn’t have fallen faster than I did. It only took one heated glance, one mischievous smile, one roughheyfor me to know my world was about to change. I didn’t know if the change would be good or bad, but I knew it would be irreparably life-altering.
I wasn’t wrong.
Austin was my first boyfriend, my first love, my first everything. I washisfirst everything too. He promised me the world, and he delivered. It was a fairytale love story for eight years. We were high school sweethearts. Voted most likely to marry and live happily ever after.
I wanted that.
Ineededthat. Austin promised he’d deliver my HEA. We were on track, heading for marriage, a family, our forever after. Until we weren’t.
The blonde nearly sitting on Gabriel’s lap brings my doubts to the surface. She rubs against him like a cat in heat. I’ve seen her before but never with him. She’s a ring-chaser. I can spot ’em a mile away. His frigid demeanor doesn’t seem to cool her down in the least. If he rejects her, I know it’s only a matter of time before she moves on to Austin.
He wouldn’t, would he?Hashe?
My dance falls on Austin’s deaf ears and blind eyes. The only heat I feel is from the stone-cold stare of Gabriel. I prayed my boyfriend would be the one to notice me, not the resident asshole in my life. Though, I would have to say Austin is nearing the lead in that fateful race.
It all changed a year ago. He injured his back in a car accident, one that sidetracked his training and jeopardized his MMA standing. Luckily, he was in fantastic shape—thanks to said training. He’s made a full recovery with the help of his team and physical therapy. All should be good. But it’s not.
He’s still angry, distant, and absentminded. I can’t seem to do anything right. The harder I try, the angrier he becomes. It’s like my effort pisses him off, like he wants me to give up, give in, and walk away.
I did. Once.
He came after me. Begged me to come back. The Black Ops MMA team was moving their training to a small town out of the spotlight and the ring-chasers to focus on their goal of taking the championship in every weight class. Austin promised things would be different. Better. If I’d just come with him.
I believed him, for in those pleading brown eyes I spotted the man-boy I fell in love with. The man who knows me like no one else has ever cared to. He’s my family. My only family.
Blocking them out, turning back to the jukebox, my hands splay across its cool glass, dancing like it’s an attentive dance partner. Its words meant only for me. Its attention focused solely on me.
I flip my hair and bite my lip. This is my song. My dance.
Lost in the words, the fantasy in my head, I barely startle when a warm hand snakes around my waist seconds before I’m pulled into the heat of a hard body. My man came for me. But something’s off.
All hope of Austin joining me on the dance floor is ripped away by Gabriel’s evil, sexy voice. “She’s taken,” he growls over my shoulder at some stranger who looks ready to pee his Wranglers.
