The one I’ll be fantasizing about for a long time to come. Except in my fantasy he’ll keep his mouth shut and not ruin what his body does to me. I think I’ll stick to that version of him from now on.
Jensen
I was on my way to an appointment for gutters earlier when I got stuck in traffic and spotted Douchebag Douglas out with Psycho Susan at the annual Flea Market. I didn’t think much of it at first. Figured Douglas decided to settle for Susan for now until he could come up with a way to get Cami to change her mind and take him back. Then I saw what they were shopping for. I realized then there’s no chance in hell Cami will take him back, and he knows it.
Susan had an armful of baby stuff, and to me, it didn’t seem like they gave a shit who saw it either.
That explains why Cami finally broke last night when I showed up at her door, hot and ready to fuck everybody except me out of her thoughts. She’s been fighting it long enough I knew there had to be a reason.
The real reason makes me feel guilty for the way I acted at the end of the night. It was more reflex than anything. Old habits die hard. I may not owe Cami anything and she may not be anything to me, but that has to hurt.
Even if she’s over the jerk—I hope to hell she is—the whole damn town will be in her business talking about how her boyfriend got another woman pregnant. It’ll drag her down, as if she wasn’t enough to keep him satisfied. After getting a taste of her, I know that’s far from the truth.
I know more than anyone how small-town talk can fuck a person’s life up and make them see themselves differently. Cami doesn’t deserve that shit. Maybe I did, but she definitely doesn’t.
Running my hand through my hair in frustration, I step up to the bar and look over at Ben as he steps up beside me. The stupid grin on his face when he looks at me confirms he has something to say about the other night when I stopped Cami from getting on the back of his motorcycle. I bet he’s been dying to question me all night, but this is the first chance he’s caught me away from the other guys.
“Say it, motherfucker,” I say stiffly, nodding at the bartender as she sets two beers down in front of us and offers a flirty wink.
“Who is she?” he asks, before taking a drink from his bottle. He tilts his head, waiting for an answer that doesn’t come. “Oh, come on, brother. The way you almost tore my head off confirms she must mean something to you. You never get that way over a girl. What’s the deal with her?”
“It’s none of your damn business,” I growl, getting in his face to make it as clear as possible. “All you need to know is to stay the fuck away from her. That’s not a threat either.” My eyes still on his, I tilt back my beer and walk away before his bearded ass pisses me off even more.
He’s a cocky son of a bitch. I’m sure he’s thinking of all the ways she wanted him to take her home and fuck her that night. I know it’s bullshit.
If this wasn’t a work party for my guys where I’m doing my best to get through this shit without a fight breaking out, I’d tell him all the ways I did fuck her.
Dirty.
Rough.
Deep.
And she loved every second of me inside her. He doesn’t have to know about the part where I opened my mouth like an ass and she kicked me out.
I get ready to head back to the private room where the rest of my employees are when I spot Cami out of the corner of my eye, in a booth, chugging back a glass of wine as if she can’t drink it fast enough. I lean against the wall and watch her for moment, picking up on how tense she is.
She looks like she’s on edge, and that tells me she didn’t fucking listen to me about staying away from Baker Street. “Son of a bitch.”
Instead of going back to the party like I should do, I find myself standing over Cami, growling down at her. “You didn’t fucking listen to me. Why?”
She looks up, eyes wide, as if she’s surprised to see me here. Without saying a word, she reaches for the bottle of wine in front of her and pours her glass to the rim. “Not now, Jensen. I can’t see you right now, so you need to walk away.”
My tongue is on the verge of asking why she can’t see me, but I’m too stuck on the fact that she went to Baker Street. “Why the fuck didn’t you listen?” I grab the bottle from her and slam it down on the table, causing her to look up at me.
Angry eyes locked on determined ones, it’s a silent staring contest, both of us taking each other in like we want to fuck the shit out of each other right here and now.
Veronica stands up and clears her throat. “I’m going to use the restroom. Looks like you two need a moment alone to… well, I’m not quite sure. But it’s a little too hot in this area for me. I’m leaving.”
“Wait! Veronica…” Cami stands up like she’s going to follow her friend, but I place my hand on her shoulder and guide her back down on her ass. She releases a tense breath and sits back. “I have to use the bathroom, Jensen.”
“No you don’t.” I place my beer on the table and move into her personal space. “I told you to stay away from Baker Street and you went there anyway. Why?” I ask again.
She stands up and pushes me out of her space just like she did to get me off of her post-orgasm last night. Swallowing as she looks down at my hard chest beneath her fingers, I know she’s remembering it too. “Because I don’t take orders from anyone, Jensen. Including you. You can’t just boss everyone around and expect them to obey.”
“Most do,” I admit stiffly, as she removes her hands. “It was for your benefit. I don’t know why you’re so pissed at me. I was trying to do you a favor, Cami.”
“I’m surprised you know what that even is,” she mutters, taking a step back to put more space between us. “You don’t seem like the type to do anyone a favor.”
I shake my head and take a swig of my beer. “Then you don’t know me at all. I do lots of fucking favors. Some you’ll never begin to understand. Have a good fucking night.”
Before I lose my shit and get too deep into thoughts of the past, I walk away. I have to, because I can’t do this shit tonight. I have over fifty employees to entertain. Remembering the past will only poison my thoughts and fuck me up.
* * *
An hour later, the party spreads out into the main area where there are pool tables and darts for entertainment. The guys have been fed and I gifted each three drinks on my tab, so the rest of the night is on them. They’re no longer my responsibility.
Setting my empty bottle down, I nod to the cute bartender to get her attention. “Close my tab out.” I toss my debit card down. “Put it on this card.”
“Sure thing, Jensen.” She offers me a seductive smile, backing away slowly as she looks me over, before finally turning away to run my card.
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?”
Cami
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.
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