She’s already told me three times tonight what time she gets off, and like an idiot I wasn’t paying attention to the time to see it’s now.
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath and sign the top receipt, leaving the bartender a two-hundred-dollar tip before tossing down fifty in cash. “Give this to the bartender that helped us when you were too busy to. Got it?”
She licks her bottom lip and shoves the fifty dollars into what must be the other girl’s tip jar. “I’ll be off soon.”
“And I’ll be gone. Have a good night.”
She gives me a shocked look right before I turn to walk away. There’s no way I’m making the mistake of taking her home tonight. She can take her pick of any of my guys. I can’t promise they’d fuck her like I would, but they’d try.
A for fucking effort.
After saying bye to a few of the guys, I make a turn for the door but stop when I spot Cami sitting in the booth alone. I wasn’t expecting her to still be here, so I didn’t bother looking for her. I try not to look in her direction, but I end up accepting a beer from George and looking her way every few minutes to see if any of the guys are attempting to talk to her. I can’t help myself. And I sure as hell can’t leave now. Not while she’s still here. I’ll fire the first motherfucker that even looks at her for too long. Talk about fucked up.
“Where’s her friend?” Ben questions from beside me. I haven’t seen the fucker in over twenty minutes and he chooses now to show his face, while I’m staring like an idiot. “Is she alone now?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care.” I lie and pull my eyes away from Cami’s direction to hit Ben with a cold, hard stare. “Leave her be. She’s had a shit night, and if you make it worse…” I finish off my beer and slam it down on the nearest table. “I’ll fuck your whole week up.”
He laughs and grabs Harper’s waist—the bartender that just got off—as she comes to stand beside him. She looks eager and ready for him to take her back to his place since I turned her down. Or hell. Who knows. Maybe she was hoping to have us both at the same time. “I’m busy tonight, brother. Besides, she doesn’t need me to make her night worse when she has you for that.”
Anger rises as him and Harper walk away, but I push it down, glad that the fucker is leaving. It’s a scene I won’t have to cause tonight and one less person to worry about when it comes to Cami.
“Hey, boss.” Austin hands me a fresh beer, his face tense and uncomfortable. “I thought you should know that I saw Lucas and his girl walk in a few minutes ago. I’m pretty sure he’s expecting you to be here since the crew is.”
Fuck. He’s the last person I need to see right now—or ever really. If Cami thinks she hates me right now, there’s one person in this room who hates me more, and it’s Lucas Smith.
“Thanks for the warning.” I tilt back my beer at the same time that Cami’s eyes meet mine. I expect her to turn away, but instead, she watches me. I’m pretty sure she wants me to notice too. Wiping my arm over my mouth, I prepare to walk in her direction, when out of nowhere I’m shoved against the wall with a pissed off Lucas in my face.
“You’re a fucking piece of shit, Blake!” He shoves his elbow into my neck and I let him, because I deserve it. “Don’t ever forget—it’s because of you. You let it happen, because you were selfish, and still are.”
“You’re wrong,” I grit out, meeting his fierce stare. “I may be selfish now, but I wasn’t then.”
“Yeah...” He pushes his elbow further into my throat, cutting off my air supply. “You continue to tell yourself that, but we both know it’s a lie. The whole fucking town does. You deserve all the unhappiness you feel. You deserve to be empty and alone. Don’t forget that shit.”
He releases my throat and I stand tall, giving him exactly what he wants. Maybe I do deserve everything he said. I definitely deserve what’s coming.
His fist slams hard into my mouth and I stumble back, allowing the table to catch me.
“Feel better?” I run my hand over my busted lip, before licking the blood off.
“For tonight, Blake. Only for tonight.”
All eyes are on me as Lucas grabs his girlfriend’s hand and pulls her toward the door to leave. But the only set of eyes I care about right now are Cami’s, which are filled with confusion, and maybe even a little bit of sympathy.
I can’t quite figure them out.
“The fucking show is over,” I bite out, causing everyone to mind their own business.
I look back at Cami. She stands and walks toward the hallway, her eyes letting me know she wants me to follow. No one else in the room matters at the moment. I block them all out and meet her by the bathroom where it’s quiet.
She looks me over for a moment, taking in my busted lip. My heart sinks when she finally says, “Who the hell was that and why did he hit you?”
MY HEART RACES AS I look Jensen in the eyes, waiting for him to answer my question. Some guy just punched him in the face and he took it as if he felt he deserved it.
I think I’ve learned enough about Jensen in the two weeks that I’ve known him to know he wouldn’t just take a punch for no damn reason.
“Are you going to tell me?” I push.
“I can’t do that, Cami.” He runs his tongue over his bloodied bottom lip, a pained look filling his icy-blue eyes that causes a small ache in my chest.
I didn’t think it would bother me to see Jensen upset. Not after the way he’s acted since the moment we met, but seeing him broken does something to me I don’t quite understand. “Why not?”
I swallow as his eyes darken and he backs me against the bathroom door, placing an arm above my head. “I just fucking can’t. End of discussion.”
“Fine,” I say stiffly. “Then don’t.”
I get ready to walk away, but he grips my arm, stopping me. His eyes meet mine again and the look in them has me suddenly wanting to distract him like he did for me last night. I want to erase whatever the hell is running through his mind making him feel the way he is in this moment.
I’ll take asshole Jensen over pained Jensen any day. I can’t handle this.
Before I can change my mind, I wrap my hands into Jensen’s hair and swallow to moisten my dry throat. His eyes study mine, and I’m preparing to kiss him when his lips suddenly crash against mine, him kissing me instead—hard. Really fucking hard.
My heart skips a beat the moment his tongue slips between my lips and he releases a deep growl, his body pressing mine against the bathroom door with force.
He bites and tugs on my bottom lip, the taste of his blood covering my mouth as he kisses me just as hard as he fucked me the other night.
I never stopped to think that Jensen would kiss as good as he has sex, but holy hell this man is skilled in everything he does.
With his lips still pressed against mine, he lifts me up and carries me into the bathroom. He presses me against the wall and reaches between us to undo his jeans. Next thing I know, I’m screaming out as he enters me hard and deep.
“Jensen!” I grip his hair and pull, forcing him to look up at me. “You’re such an asshole. You knew that’d make me scream.”
“Yeah. Keep doing it,” he demands, slamming into me again and stopping. “I want this whole goddamn bar to hear you screaming my name, Cami. I want them to know you’re mine.”
A shiver runs down my spine, but I know he doesn’t really mean I’m his. Not in that way. But right now. With him inside of me. That’s what he means. A part of me likes the way it feels, regardless.
“Hold on, Cami.” He growls and thrusts me up the door so hard and fast that I have to hold onto his hair for safety.
It’s as if he’s taking whatever he’s feeling right now out on my body. As if he wants me to feel it too. And I do. I feel it with each deep thrust—him filling me completely and making me scream as if we’re the only two people in the bar.
I have no doubt at this point that everyone will hear me as he continues to slam into me over and
over again, seeming to go harder and deeper with each pump of his hips.
I should care. I should slap him for making it known. But I don’t. No one in this place matters at the moment other than Jensen.
My head slams against the door when I yank on his hair, letting him know that he’s hurting me. He’s deep. So deep. And I’m still sore from the last time he was inside of me.
He slows down and bites my bottom lip as a distraction. His heavy breathing against my mouth as he rolls his hips one more time and stops has me leaning in and kissing him again, wanting and needing his mouth on mine.
It doesn’t matter how much I hated his mouth, because he was right when he said I wouldn’t for long. I’m far from hating his mouth at the moment.
“Fucking shit, Cami.” He grabs a handful of my sweaty hair and yanks it to the side as his movement picks back up. “I’m about to come,” he says against my lips. “Do you want it inside of you?”
I should say no. I should push him away and tell him how wrong it is that we’re fucking in a public restroom right now for anyone and everyone to hear. I’m a teacher. I have a reputation to uphold. I’m supposed to lead by example. This is wrong and dirty. Very dirty, yet I can’t control myself because it’s with Jensen.
“I’m on the pill,” slips out before I can stop it.
“Good,” he growls. “I want you to feel my cum drip out of your pussy, Cami. But I need you to come for me first. Got it?”
Yanking my head back, he forces me to look into eyes.
“Got it?” he repeats.
I nod, unable to form words at the moment. I’m so incredibly turned on by what he just said that I wouldn’t be surprised if I came the moment he moves.
He slowly pulls out, making me feel every thick inch of him, before slamming into me so deep that I dig my nails into his shoulders, coming harder than I ever have before. My entire body is shaking from my orgasm and I can’t stop whispering fuck over and over. I can’t catch my breath. Holy shit. This man can fuck.
I feel him smile against my lips before he moves his mouth around to whisper against my ear. “Fuck, I love the way you sound when I make you come, Cami. I’m going to have to do that more often.”
My eyes close and my head tilts back as he slowly runs his tongue over my neck. He then bites it and slams into me over and over again until he growls out his release, his cum filling my still throbbing pussy.
We’re both fighting to catch our breath when he grabs the back of my hair and forces me to look him in the eyes. “Watch, Cami, and don’t ever fucking forget what this looks like.”
He makes sure I’m looking down before he looks down himself, and then slowly pulls out of me, growling out his satisfaction at seeing his cum spill from my pussy. It’s so hot and dirty that I find myself sucking in a breath and holding it until the head of his dick comes into view, the last drops of cum spilling out.
Holy hell.
With a deep growl, he sets me down on my feet and yanks his shirt off, using it to clean us both off, before tossing it into the trash.
I should ask what people are going to think of him leaving the women’s restroom without a shirt, but we both know what we’ve been doing in here for the last half hour or so is no secret.
Jensen Blake—the asshole landlord—just fucked me into oblivion for the whole bar to hear.
My eyes scan his hard, sweaty chest as I adjust my panties and dress. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
“Well you better believe it, Cami, because it just happened. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
He surprises me by grabbing my hand and pulls me toward the door. My heart jumps when he opens it to a line of girls waiting to use the bathroom. Apparently, some of the banging I heard was knocks on the door and not Jensen knocking me into the door.
No one says anything, but from the way every single girl in line eyes his shirtless and sweaty body over, I can imagine they’re all picturing him between their legs, and I hate it.
Eyes land on us as we make our way through the crowd to get to the door. I expected Jensen to release my hand, but he doesn’t until we’re outside in front of his truck.
“Get in. I’m taking you home.”
I swallow and climb inside, slamming the door shut behind me. We don’t speak the entire drive back to Veronica’s house, but I can feel his eyes on me every few minutes, and sadly, it makes me hot and needy all over again, as if he wasn’t just inside of me.
That’s exactly why the moment the truck comes to a stop, I jump out and head toward Veronica’s in a hurry. “Thanks for the ride,” I say, not stopping to look back.
“Anytime,” I hear behind my back, before he lights up a cigarette, most likely watching me like he always does.
Once I’m alone in the guest room, I fall back on the bed and close my eyes, replaying every last detail of Jensen inside me.
Not only that, but every last detail of the way he kissed me and how it felt when he did.
That’s what I was expecting the least.
MY HEAD HAS BEEN FUCKED all day with thoughts of Cami. There were three mistakes I made last night with her in the heat of the moment. The first—I kissed her. The second—I came inside of her. The third, and biggest one of them all, is when I called her fucking mine.
I haven’t made those mistakes in a long time, and I can’t begin to figure out what made me slip up when it came to the sassy-mouthed teacher who hates my fucking guts. She was there and I needed an escape. Something deep to get me out of my head after seeing Lucas. That’s the only logical reason I can come up with. Nothing else makes sense. Not a damn thing.
“Fuck!” I send Cami a text and toss my phone down on the kitchen island. I’ve been here for over an hour and I know damn well that she knows I’m here. There’s no way she didn’t hear my motorcycle pull up. There’s work to be done and I don’t let personal shit get in the way of work. Ever.
Thirty minutes gone and still no Cami, it becomes obvious she’s not going to show up, so I’m surprised when the front door opens to her looking down at me on my knees as I paint around the fireplace.
“Look who finally showed up.” I stand and run a hand through my hair, trying my damnedest not to get hard at the sight of her in those skintight jeans and little tank top. “Pick up a paintbrush. You can start on the other side of the room.” My words are stiff, because I don’t want her to get the wrong idea about last night. I can’t have that. It won’t end well.
She swallows when her eyes land on the bulge beneath my jeans and I can tell she’s still thinking about last night. That’s what I wanted, right? For her to think about me inside of her. But then I had to fuck up and call her mine. “I think I’d rather start on the master bedroom where there’s no one giving me attitude every five seconds.”
She goes to walk away and I grab her arm, stopping her. “Not happening.”
She lets out a humorless laugh and pins me with a hard stare. “Why not? We both know it’s best if we don’t spend too much time in the same room. Nothing good ever happens.”
“Is that right?” I step up to her and her eyes skim over my busted lip before moving up to meet mine. “Nothing good happened last night then?” I grab the back of her neck and yank her to me so our lips brush together. “It sure as fuck sounded like it was good when you were screaming my name for the whole damn bar to hear.”
“Fuck you,” she bites out, yanking my arm from her neck. Her chest is moving fast, showing just how worked up she is.
“Already did.” I point out. “Twice. And if you keep running that sassy mouth of yours it’s about to be a third time.”
“Ha!” She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at me. “You’re crazy if you think I’ll make the same mistake a third time. I will never let you fuck me again and I sure as hell won’t let you kiss me again. Ever.”
Everything coming out of her mouth pisses me off. Before I know what I’m doing, I yank her to me and kiss her hard on the lips, shutting her
the hell up. I dig my fingers into her hip and squeeze as I bite her bottom lip, wanting her to feel my anger.
She lets out a moan, getting lost in my kiss for a brief moment, before she pushes me away and slaps me hard across the face. She can barely catch her breath enough to speak. “Don’t ever do that again. Got it?”
I smile and lick the taste of her from my lips. She tastes of wine, and I have no doubt she had to down a glass or two before coming over here.
Maybe I should’ve downed a few shots myself.
“I can’t believe you, Jensen.” Her anger is growing by the second as she struggles with wiping the taste of me from her lips.
Good luck, sweetie. It’s not that easy to erase me.
“Ugh! You… you. I just can’t with you!” She bursts with anger. “You had no right to kiss me again. Especially after I told you not to.”
“Why do you think I did?” I move back into her space, causing her nostrils to flare in anger as I look down at her. “Don’t tell me what I can’t do, because I’ll only prove that I can, Cami. You’re not the only one that teaches lessons.”
Her eyes widen, as if she’s surprised by what just came out of my mouth. “Why are you such a dick, Jensen? Who screwed you over? Huh?” She shoves me out of her face and gets in mine, backing me against the wall. “You may fuck like a God, but you’re a miserable son of a bitch. Either you screwed someone over or you got screwed. It would explain why that guy punched you last night and you did nothing. You took it. Why?”
I flex my jaw, fighting to push back my anger. “It’s none of your goddamn business, Cami. You won’t get an answer.”
“That’s a big surprise.” She backs away from me and walks away to grab a paintbrush. “Let’s just get this over with, so we can get out of each other’s hair. Okay?”
Walking past her, I grab a beer from the fridge and unscrew the top, tossing it into the trash. She watches me tilt the bottle back, and I can’t figure out if she wants to slap me again or fuck me again. I’d let her do both right now to be honest.
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