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“I don’t think that’s necessary,” I state. My hand finds Lexy’s lower back out of comfort? Self preservation? To keep my fist from balling at the fucking nerve of the girl in front of me? Likely, all of the above.
The touch gets Lexy’s attention, and I realize she wasn’t even aware of what was happening until now. I’ve let go of what Emily did–I’m thankful for it even. I’ve been happier with Lexy in these past four months than I ever was with Emily in four years.
“Please, Troy,” she begs, and I feel Lexy tense under my fingers. I run my thumb across the skin below her crop top–whether to reassure me or her, I’m not sure. My pulse accelerates from how much I want to get out of the conversation unscathed, but knowing how our relationship ended, I can’t imagine anything less than a narcissistic encounter with a selfish goal. “I want to apologize. I miss you, Troy. You were my best friend.” She brushes her fingers against my hand holding my beer, letting them linger. I stare in unfounded shock at where our skin has touched for the first time in over a year.
I pull back, my beer threatening to slosh over the edge of my cup. I can’t believe she’s doing this shit in front of Lexy when we are clearly together.
I’m about to tell her to leave when Lexy’s calm voice cuts in. “Hey, I’m Lexy,” she says brightly, reaching her hand out expectantly. Emily looks at it then cautiously takes the hand in front of her, like it may be a trap. The second she does, I watch Lexy’s grip tighten around Emily as she locks her eyes confidently onto my ex. “Whatever sob story you want to tell yourself to feel better, do that if you need. But you don’t get to stand here and apologize to make yourself feel better. You and I both know your time to do that has expired. And you lost the privilege of your friendship the second you decided fucking someone else was more important. Your loss is the best thing that ever happened to him. Don’t you dare try to take that back just to clear your conscience.”
Emily’s wide eyed stare flits from Lexy to me, and I vaguely hear Cooper chuckling off to the side. I shrug. “What she said.” It’s not my job to come to her rescue anymore.
“It was so not nice to meet you, though. Have a great night.” Lexy releases her hand and twists into me. She presses up on her toes as she wraps her arms around my neck and locks her lips with mine. I deepen the kiss, only vaguely cognizant of Emily storming off in a huff before forgetting anything else in the room exists. When she finally pulls away, she looks a little guilty.
“Sorry, that was petty. I don’t know what came over me.” She bites into her lip nervously.
I brush a stray curl from her face and tuck it back with my hand buried in her hair. “That was your equivalent of punching Todd.” I laugh. “It was fucking hot.”
“Tony!” I call as he’s sliding the key into the lock of Jameson’s. I’m glad we caught him. I wasn’t sure we would since it’s a few minutes after closing.
“Troy, hi!” He retracts the key and turns to Lexy. “This must be the girlfriend?”
“Lexy.” She smiles, reaching her hand for his.
“I was hoping to show her around the place, if it’s not a problem.”
“Not at all.” He holds his key out to me. “Gail is waiting on me, though. Can you lock up when you’re finished?”
“Yeah, of course. Thanks, Uncle Tony.”
“Thank you,” he says, and I know even considering this deal means a lot to him.
We say goodbye, and I reach for the door handle, pulling it open for Lexy then stepping next to her in an attempt to read her face as she takes in the room. She struggles to see in the dark, so I head behind the bar and flip the switch. The burnt orange light illuminates the alcohol bottles behind the bar, and a glow comes from under each dusty red cover hanging above the booths that line the wall.
She silently makes a loop around the main room, walking behind the bar and past where I stand at the end of it. Her face and lack of words leave me wondering what could possibly be running through her mind, but I don’t want to push her. I follow her to the billiards room. I’m not sure where the light switch is, so it remains dark, the reddish glow from the main bar barely lighting it.
After scanning the room as much as she can, she turns toward me and leans against one of the pool tables. I step to her, my hands immediately tugging on the ends of the flannel wrapped around her waist. Melissa was getting rid of some clothes the other day, and Lexy asked for a couple of the flannels so she could “fit in” around town. I don’t know what that even means, but she looks cute as fuck with it tied over her black t-shirt dress with her Converse.
“So, what do you think?” I ask, apprehensively.
“I can’t think about anything with you this close to me,” she whispers seductively. I take a step back, pretending not to catch her drift. Her glare shoots through the shadows. “No.”
“No, what?” I tease, taking another step away from her.
She growls at me, actually growls, and it takes everything in me not to pounce on her. “You can’t fuck me from over there.”
My pulse races at the dirty words coming from her pretty mouth. Of course the one fucking time I don’t have a condom with me I have a chance to fuck my bartender in a bar.
I take the two steps back to her in one stride, lifting her by the waist in a smooth movement so she’s sitting on the edge of the pool table.
“Hi.” She smiles, pleased with my new reaction to her. She reaches for my jeans and bites into her lip with mischief in her eyes when she finds me hard already. I lean to kiss her. “Fuck me, Troy,” she whispers against my lips.
“My little rebel.” I laugh. “You’re hot when you demand what you want,” I add as I slide my hands up her thighs, catching on her dress and taking it with them. When I reach where I expect to find lace, there isn’t any. My eyes shoot to hers, and she smirks. On a groan, I shove her dress up above her ass so she’s bare in front of me. “Spread your legs for me, baby.”
She obliges, now following my command and opening for me, her feet dangling barely off the ground.
I drop to my knees.
Running my hands up her thighs, I kiss the inside of her knee, and goosebumps cover her skin from the contact. “I love the effect I have on you,” I breathe against her skin as my kisses make their way up her thigh.
