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She’s breathing hard, almost as turned on by this as I am. Because there’s no way she’s as hot as I am right now. Not fucking possible.
Stepping closer, I spread her legs wide, and her dress rides up so I can see the strip of black fabric between her thighs. Even before I reach out and touch it, I already know it’ll be damp.
“Already wet for me, and I haven’t even touched you yet, aren’t you, babe?”
Sliding my hand up over her soft stomach under her dress, I tug on the lace fabric of her panties. Sliding my tongue over my bottom lip, I watch as the black fabric pulls between her greedy little pussy lips.
“Talk’s cheap, kid. You planning on doing something about any of this?” Lily asks, dragging her short fingernails down my stomach. She even did her nails tonight, painting them a bright pink color.
“You want me to fuck you in the bathroom of the Goldrush like my dirty girl, I need to hear you ask for it.”
“I’m not begging you for anything, kid.”
“Go on, Lemon. Ask me for what you want. You know I’ll give it to you.”
“You want to play chicken with me, Jameson?” Lily drags her hand down my stomach again and then starts rubbing my dick through my jeans. My cock leaps into her hand like a damn magnet. “Because I guarantee I can hold out a hell of a lot longer than you.”
“Who says I’ll be holding out? Lots of pretty girls in the bar tonight. And they’re forward as hell. They won’t have a problem asking me to fuck them right here in this bathroom, or anywhere else, for that matter.”
The way she freezes tells me I’ve gone way too fucking far.
Shit. Fucking. Shit.
“I don’t have any problem asking you to go fuck yourself. So, fuck you, Jameson. Get out of my way.” She shoves at my chest until I step back and then pushes off the sink so she’s standing next to me, glaring up at me.
Shit. Fucking shit.
Why the hell did I say that to her?
“Lemon…” When I reach for her arm, she slaps my hand away.
“I’m leaving. Go fuck your hand or one of the little girls you’ve been hanging out with all night. I really don’t care what you do. But you’re not doing me anymore.”
I don’t like seeing her upset, but I’ll be damned if I don’t like seeing her jealous. Jealous means she doesn’t want me fucking anyone else. Jealous means she cares.
“To be continued, Lemon…” I call after her, as she stomps away from me, mad as hell. I fucking love it when she’s fiery like this. And I can’t wait until I get to fuck her and make it up to her later.
chapter thirty-one
lily
Stomping my feet every step of the way, I storm over to the bar and order a shot of tequila. If Jameson has the balls to walk by me after what he just said to me, he’s going to get a shot of tequila straight to the face. And then a slap for a chaser.
He can go home with whoever he wants tonight, but it won’t be with me. I’ve seen him across the bar all night talking to one girl after another. He’s here with Jasper, but I’ve only seen him talk to the women throwing themselves at him.
There’s a reason that Jacks is a freaking movie star. The Waters boys are handsome, every single one of them. Jameson and Jasper have had girls buzzing around them the entire night. Jameson always has his little girlies hanging off of him at the Goldrush. Like he did the first night he took me home. And until two minutes ago, I was hoping for a way to make tonight happen like the last time did. With Jameson taking me home instead. But I guess not.
Jameson’s going to go home with one of his little girlies, and I’m going to sleep on a couch if I’m lucky. If Jameson’s taking someone else home, I’m definitely not going to be lucky tonight. I bet I end up sleeping on the sidewalk tonight on top of a pile of garbage bags with my luck. I just want to go home. But how the hell am I going to get back to Western Springs?
Ignoring the salt and lime the bartender set out for me, I toss back my tequila shot. Tequila shots with salt and lime remind me of Jameson. I should have ordered something else. But I’m a tequila girlie, and if a shot’s not tequila, I don’t want it. After wincing at the taste without a lime chaser for a solid minute, I walk back over to my friends and sit down.
As much as I try to pretend that what just happened in the bathroom didn’t happen, I can’t. I can barely keep up with the conversation. I’m not having any fun. All I can think about is Jameson leaving with another woman. All I can think about is him. And I hate myself for it.
We’re just having sex. I don’t have any right to be possessive of him. I don’t have any right to be jealous of him. Jameson’s not mine. He’s never going to be mine. There can’t ever be anything real between us. He’s too young for me. And our families… this town… it just can’t happen. He’s too young to give me the life and the family I want. But the thought of him not showing up on my back porch every night? I hate how that thought makes me feel. Empty.
When I can’t take thinking about him and pretending everything is fine for one more second, I stand up. “I’m hot. I’m going to go get some air. I’ll be back in a bit.”
Picking up my purse off the sofa next to me, I walk around the dance floor and up the stairs. I smile at Tony sitting by the door and step out onto the sidewalk. Slowly, I walk to the end of the block to get some privacy.
