His Rebound Love
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“You want me to prove something? I will, but I’m not going to fuck Tori.” Not a chance in hell.
“Tell us that when you’re leaving with her then.” Dylan smirked. “Another round. Shots this time.”
My friends both held their empty glasses up for the bartender to refill as she made her way over. They had been checking her out most of the night. She was good-looking if you were into the gothic look. I didn’t pay much attention.
My excitement for the night had died down after Jasmine’s phone call. Why now? Why bother me at all? None of it made sense. I was finally starting to feel some normality in my life, being on my own. It was kind of all right. I got to feel what I missed, and there was a lot I had been missing.
Needing to put an end to my two loser friends and their useless tactics of trying to set me over to the table across the room, I downed my beer and picked up a shot. It was Tequila. Tomorrow was going to hurt when I woke up.
“How about we make this interesting? One hundred dollars, I leave with someone tonight?” I suggested. Anything to stop this. “Anyone, but Tori. I won’t fuck her.”
“How will we know you’ll get laid?” Dylan asked, taking the bait.
I laughed. “How do I know either of you two dicks will get laid tonight?” I smirked back.
Dylan was confident. “We will.”
“I’m getting laid as soon as I leave this place. She’s been planned all week.” Zach winked with a victory grin. Pulling his phone out, he proceeded to show us a few photos of a chick in lingerie. I won’t lie. She was pretty hot. For a one-nighter, anyway. Not my style.
Tomorrow, she would be heartbroken when she realises he only wanted one thing of her. Women really needed to stop believing the bullshit guys tell them. We were animals, and half of us would’ve done anything for a fuck.
I looked at him, leaning back in the leather booth chair and smirking. “I have no doubt you can get some. You’ll probably get her to blow you for a few minutes. You’ll probably go for missionary in the bed, and if you’re lucky, some doggie. You’ll blow over her back because you’re afraid of knocking up some random girl. Then, you’ll make an excuse to leave and never see her again,” I said.
He grinned, laughing. “Yeah, what’s wrong with that?”
“That’s just sex.”
“Yeah...” Dylan looked up, now joining in. “The best kind. That’s what you’re getting when you leave with Tori.”
Ignoring his jab, I just shook my head. “I’m talking about wild, passionate fucking, the ‘sucking my cock in the car on the drive home’ kind of sex, the kind where we won’t make it to the door before she’s naked and bent over some piece of furniture or right there, in the elevator unless we take the stairs, fucking her from behind as she tries crawling up them. We won’t even make it to the bed.” I scanned around the room, my eyes wandering towards the window of the bar. I spotted her across the road. She was hard to miss at the best of times. My cock reacted, needing her. She consumed me. “She’ll leave marks on my back, neck, and legs. Bruises, scratches… I won’t care. The neighbours may call the cops. She’ll be screaming so loud, they’ll think I’m beating her. It will be the kind of sex we all used to have in college in between classes. She’ll beg me to blow in her mouth and swallow without me asking. I’ll finish over her face, and then we’ll go at it a second time. That’s the kind of sex I’m going to have.” With her. I hoped, eventually.
“Shit, man. I’ve got a full bone right now,” Zack exclaimed. I broke out grinning, looking at Zack who grabbed his drink and scooped out the ice. Shoving them inside his jeans, he winced. “Well, don’t stop now. You’re getting to the good part. What’s next?”
“Sorry, boys. Next time.”
“Jackson, mind if I take a seat?”
I groaned low as she appeared beside us all. “Fuck off,” I half-muttered to myself. I needed to leave.
Tori slid in beside us, her tits pushed up under her chin and eyes thick with black paint shit. I could see both my friends were equally happy with this. She turned, facing towards me. “What are you drinking?” Her hand was on my thigh, inching towards the middle, making me jump slightly.
“Not happening.” I pried her hand from my leg. “You need to move,” I said, pushing my empty glass to the middle of the table. I smirked at Zach. “You go enjoy your half hour screw. I’m leaving.”
I pushed past Tori and made my way up from the table as they looked at me confused. “You’re leaving? Tori just got here. Come on.”
“Sorry, boys. The woman I’m leaving with is already here.” Not in here, but very close.
Tori was scanning her eyes around, looking for her competition. She looked back, confused. “What the fuck? You said he wanted to fuck me.”
I glared at Dylan. So, they had set it all up. I didn’t mind. At least it gave them something useful to do. “Your plan sucked, and you both owe me a hundred. Thanks for the drinks.”
“You haven’t talked to anyone.”
“I don’t need to.” The girl I wanted to talk to was right across the road. I took the last shot from the table, bringing it to my lips and relishing the burn as it ran down my throat. Wiggling the glass between my thumb and forefinger, I winked and tossed it to Tori. “That’s how good I am.”
Of course, I had no intention of fucking her. They didn’t know that, though.
They were watching me. I felt all three sets of their eyes burning into my back as I crossed the road, over to the Chinese restaurant just in time for when Sienna walked out. I should have thought this through better instead of just walking across the road, slightly drunk but sober enough to walk straight.
Holy fuck. Why hadn’t I noticed she was in her work uniform? Jesus Christ. I knew what I would be imagining when I pulled off later tonight. Yeah, she was the main star of my wild fantasies lately.
She hadn’t spotted me yet. That’s when I decided to have a little fun. “Evening, ma’am. You think a guy could get some assistance walking home, just in case I pass out and need an IV?”
“Jax?” She stopped walking, clearly struggling to hold the takeout.
Her eyes grew wide, and her lips part as I walked closer towards her, reaching out and taking the two bags from her hands without question. Christ, they weren’t light at all. I looked down at them, half laughing. “What did you order? Dinner for ten?”
“You calling me a pig?” she asked, still unmoving.
Shit. That came out so wrong. “No. I mean. Uh. Fuck.” Wow. Way to fuck this up in an instant.
She began to laugh, slapping me on the arm. “I’m teasing you, and no, I’m not throwing a dinner party. They messed up my order and then decided to give me the rest for helping the city out. Guess I should wear my uniform more often.”
Yeah, you definitely should. “Mm.” I just hummed, feeling pathetic.
“Why aren’t you with your friends?” she asked. “How did you know I would come here?”
I grinned, pointing across the road at the beer garden. “I didn’t. Took a wild chance and hoped to see you walking by.”
“You were over there?” She laughed. “Go back to your friends. They’re probably excited to hang out with you tonight. I’m sure there are tons of ladies who would appreciate your presence.”
I hinted a tone of jealousy and ignored it. Girls and their issues with guys talking to other women didn’t really do much for me. But Sienna jealous? Fuck me. I kind of liked it. If she was. She could just be annoyed that I’m following her around.
I shrugged. “I don’t feel like drinking tonight.”
Her top teeth bit into her lower lip as she glanced around. I wished she would just for once stop and look me in the eyes. She had nothing to be shy about. Finally, she looked up through thick lashes. “I have a lot of food. Do you umm… Are you hungry? You could...” I watched her cheeks turn pink. She grew flustered, and my cock only grew stiffer. I was glad the bags covered that for the moment as I held them in front of me. She fum
bled with her words, seeming ever so shy. I knew exactly what she was trying to ask me. I could have put her out of the misery she was in. That was what the gentlemen in me wanted to do. It was the sadistic bastard in me who was aroused, and he wanted her to blush. I liked that she became nervous so instantly. It would have been the opposite if she were cocky, assuming that I would; instead, she was doubtful. She smiled, her blush faltering but still there. She glanced towards the food with a nod. “Jackson…” Her voice was more determined this time around. Finally, the moment we had both been getting towards was finally here. “Have you eaten anything yet?”
“No. Not yet.”
“Would you like to come over and have some dinner? There’s plenty of food, as you can see.” She looked worried I would turn her down. I wasn’t going to.
“I would like that very much, Sienna.” I walked up closer to her, leaning down closer and getting a whiff of her perfume. It was sweet and candy like. I wanted to taste it off her skin as I spent my time making her come. My voice came out more husky than I had intended as I whispered close to her ear. “That wasn’t so hard to ask. Was it?”
Our gaze fixed on each other, locked in a trance until she pulled away with a blushing smile. “Yes. It actually really was.”
CHAPTER NINE
I was curious.
I didn’t have the faintest idea what she meant by that. I wanted to know, but not enough to embarrass her. So, I held my tongue and didn’t ask.
It was going to be the first time I stepped foot inside her apartment. I was eager, quite looking forward to seeing how she lived. I was wondering about her tastes, what she enjoyed. How her apartment was styled. Soon, it would be revealed, and it was oddly exciting.
“So how was work?” I brought up once we began walking down the street.
It was a boring question, but it would distract her from realising that she had to let me enter her place as we were going to her apartment.
Dinner and? Possibly more?
No. She didn’t come across as the type who wanted to fuck. Then again, it was a Friday night, and we were having dinner at her place. She could be looking to blow off some steam after a busy week at work.
Jesus, Jackson. Calm down.
“It was a didn’t-get-to-finish-my-sandwich kind of day.”
I cocked my head back, laughing. “Sounds busy. You must be starving then.”
She smiled towards me as she nodded, patting her flat stomach. “Very, but not hungry enough to eat all of that. That’s what you’re coming up for.”
“If that’s what you say. I know you really just wanted me to come over,” I said, teasing her.
She blushed, and my arm got another playful slap. “In your dreams.” Yes, baby. You are in my dreams. “Tell me about your night. Meet any hotties?”
“Well...” I drew out the word. “I don’t really like to kiss and tell but, since we’re friends and all, I’ll tell you.” I let her suffer for a moment, really enjoying that she looked annoyed under that smile. “If you mean did I fuck anyone, then no. No, Sienna, no hotties tonight.”
“Hmm…” she said, and I could tell she was pleased. Very pleased. Just as we neared our apartment building, she asked me something I hadn’t been expecting. “Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”
That wiped the smile clean off my face. Bringing up Jasmine really wasn’t something I was looking forward to doing. I knew it had to eventually be done, but not tonight. Bringing her into the conversation would put a damper on the evening, and I didn’t want the night to go that way.
She put her key in the building door, unlocking it, and then held the door open as I walked through with the bags of food. She looked at me, and those green eyes disappeared for a moment underneath her black lashes as she blinked. “Well?” She pressed again, her upper lip sinking into her soft, plump bottom lip.
I waited until we both stood in the elevator before answering her. The doors closed with a ding, and I pressed our level as she stood opposite me.
“Well…” I began, keeping my voice soft as I neared her in the elevator. Her back was pressed against the wall as I stood in front of her. I heard her intake of breath as I neared my lips closer to hers, whispering, “I could have just been waiting for you.”
I felt her palms flat against my chest as she gave me a slight shove, laughing loudly. She hadn’t moved yet, her sweet laugh causing me to smile as she said, “You’re such a tease.”
“I answered your question. I’m single. What about you? Why are you single?” I asked because I really am curious. She was gorgeous and funny. “Actually, I want to ask something else. How many times have you fucked in an ambulance?” Now, that could be fun.
Her cheeks reddened, and her eyes grew wide just as the elevator doors opened. I thought I had offended her, judging by the unexpected bewilderment that crossed her face. “Never. I mean, that’s extremely unhygienic. I can’t… won’t…” Her stuttering confused me. “I just don’t have time for a boyfriend.”
She didn’t have time? That was a poor excuse. She was lying and really sucked at it.
Holding the doors open with my back, I let her off first then followed her down the hall. “Ahh, so you have fucked in there. You’re just trying to throw me off.”
“Jackson, keep your voice down!” she hissed, glancing over her shoulder looking more mortified than ever. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
“You’re fun to tease. I’ll get the truth out of you soon, though.” I wondered how many men have had the pleasure of being inside her.
The thought soon grew unsettling to me. It was a foreign feeling to me.
It never bothered me before if my girlfriends have had other lovers. So why the fuck did it make my skin crawl now?
I went to walk into her apartment behind her when she blocked my path. “You can’t come in here.” Her hands reach for the bags of Chinese. I went to ask why, but she spoke the answer instead. “I need to shower, and then you can come over.”
“Afraid I’ll sneak a peek?” I pouted in mock offence. “I’m hurt that you think I’m some peeping tom.”
She shook her head and let out a scoff. “You’re such a dork. I just… I’ve never had a guy in here before and want to quickly tidy up. You go check on Colt and come over in say fifteen?”
No way. I couldn’t believe that.
I went to try to change her mind, but I stopped myself, thinking about it more. I could shower, jerk off, and be sober enough not to pass out. This was perfect. “Yeah, I need a shower also and change out of these jeans. Want me to bring some beer over?”
“Sure. I’ll see you then.”
The white door closed in my face, and I stood there like an idiot for a good couple of seconds.
Seriously? Why wasn’t I annoyed? I wanted to be annoyed and have a reason to keep away from her, but she kept drawing me in. She was pulling me closer without her even knowing. Against my inner strength and determination not to fall for it, I was being reeled in.
My apartment was quiet. Colt was asleep on the bed, so I went to the bathroom and stripped off. A shower should sober me up and keep me behaving for the remainder of the night.
Tightly, my hand enclosed the base of my cock. The chill shuddered through me as my back leaned against the tiled wall, but I didn’t stop. Stroking up and down as I moved my fist in a twisting motion, I was already on the verge of spilling everywhere. My cock throbbed, aching. This was needed to keep me sated for a good while, not just a quick fix.
I needed to last the evening without a fucking hard on every five minutes.
Closing my eyes, my head tilted back as I pictured her green eyes. Those lips. Fuck me. Those soft lips… She was my undoing.
My breathing rose and fell as I cupped my balls with my free hand and squeezed. The closed fist around my cock moved faster. Up, down. Up, down, I squeeze the pulsing head, my eyes blurring as my breath halted for a moment. The tingling in my balls erupted, sending silky shots of fluid out the
end of my dick. I sprayed my cum all over the glass shower screen, slumping back more as I kept pumping my cock.
Groaning, I squeezed every drop out. Fuck. I needed that.
I changed into some sweats and a shirt. Not bothering with shoes, I kept my socks on as I made my way across the hallway. Masturbating in the shower took the edge off, but I was still hungry.
I was hungry for more, hungry for her.
Knocking twice, loud enough for her to hear me. I waited, wondering if she had finished her shower or not. The door opened, and I saw her with her hair out and wet, her clothes, not the bit done up. She wore yoga pants and an oversized tee that showed off a black bra strap. She had a smile on her face as she took the beer from me when I held it up.
“You showered too?” She noticed as I entered her apartment. It was pretty much identical to mine, but there was a sense of home in here. She made this her home and took pride in decorating it.
“Yeah, I did. Your place is nice,” I say as I walked over to the wall behind a white desk where there were a few photographs hanging up. I looked at them. “Your mother?” I asked, pointing to the older woman in one of the photographs.
“Yeah, thought I better have one of her up here.” She softly laughed, coming up behind me and pointing to the group of girls. “They’re my friends,”—her fingers moved and went to the next group photo—“and these are who I work with. He and I are partners for work.”
She works all day, every day with a man beside her? Fuck. I didn’t see that coming.
Bringing the beer to my lips, I managed a tight answer. “Nice.”
“Dinner’s ready. You want to eat in here or out on the deck?”
I turned around, shrugging. It didn’t bother me. Her freshly sprayed perfume wafted under my nose once more. Damn it. I tried looking anywhere but her. It didn’t work. “We can eat wherever you like.” I would prefer to eat her on the dining table, but I’m always up for some outdoor fun. “Inside’s probably better. Just up on the bench.”
The trays of Chinese was in front of us as we sat up at the bar. I glanced down at my empty plate and then to hers. “I really don’t think the plates big enough.” I grinned.