Experienced (A Real Man, 4)
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What I wanted with Eva was more than just a few hours between the sheets, but I didn’t even know if she’d give me the time of day.
She never had before, and a part of me wanted her even more because of it. My bad boy reputation didn’t make her a clinger, and she sure as fuck didn’t present herself to me like an animal in heat.
Yeah, she would be mine.
I reached down and adjusted my cock. It was rock hard and pressed against the zipper of my jeans.
I focused on Eva again, watching her get the drink order from the bar, and then she made her way toward the table. The bar I was in, and the one she worked at, was the only decent hangout place in this town. But I didn’t give a shit about hanging out or getting drunk. I came here to see her.
I finished off the last of my beer, set the bottle aside, and didn’t care if I was being obvious in checking out Eva.
“Another one?” Jarren, the owner of the bar and a good friend, asked as he took the empty beer bottle off the table.
“Nah, I’m good,” I said, my focus still on Eva. “Wait,” I ended up saying to Jarren. “Yeah, I’ll take another.” It would give me an excuse to loiter here and check out Eva. I also needed to figure out how in the hell I was going to make her mine.
If Eva knew what I was thinking right now, how I wanted to lift up that skirt of hers, pull her panties aside, and plunge my dick in her, she’d probably think I was a sick fuck. But hell, I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to go raw inside her, fill her with my cum, and put my baby in her belly.
I wanted to breed with her like I was some kind of fucking animal. I wanted her to grow big with my child, and just thinking about getting her pregnant made me hard.
I was so damn hard.
I was ready to settle down with the one woman I’d never gone after for fear of shit getting weird between her brother and me. But fuck that. I was older and knew what I wanted. I wanted Eva as mine.
Only mine.
Eva
I could feel his eyes on me. It was like fingers skating down my spine. To say I was affected was an understatement.
I wanted Dex. I always have.
To say I didn’t get wet because of his bad boy attitude, his hard demeanor, or the fact I knew he liked to skate with trouble back in the day, would have been a bold faced lie.
He’d been a friend of my brother, Charlie, for years. I didn’t think Charlie would give a shit if I had something going on with his friend, but Dex has never really seen me as anything more than Charlie’s little sister. At least, I never felt like he did.
Although for a while now, I’d seen the way he watched me: with this intensity in his eyes that set me on edge and made me question my good intentions.
What good intentions? You’ve wanted Dex to fuck you for so long you can’t even be next to him without getting wet.
“Hey, you with us or what, Sugar?” Jarren asked.
I glanced at my boss, trying to clear my head. “I’m fine,” I said and cleared my throat.
“Well, you want to take this beer over to Dex?”
I licked my lips and nodded. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, and I glanced over my shoulder to see the man I’d been fantasizing about for far too long staring right at me. He sat in one of the corner tables, the shadows partially concealing him.
A tingle worked its way up my spine.
I grabbed the beer bottle, as well as a few mixed drinks I had to drop off at another table. It would have been smarter for me to give Dex his beer first, that way I had an excuse to leave, but I dropped off the mixed drinks first and made my way over to Dex.
He leaned back, one leg kicked out, his arm thrown over the back of his chair. He had his other arm on the table, his tattooed flesh instantly arousing me.
Who are you kidding? You’re perpetually aroused around him.
Taking a steadying breath, I smiled and handed him the beer. But before I could turn and leave, he reached out and took hold of my wrist. I looked down, my throat tight, my heart racing. Even his hands were tattooed, a fact I found so damn hot.
“What’s up?” I managed to say, but my voice sounded strained. Some classic rock song was playing from the old as hell jukebox in the corner, and I could make out through my peripheral vision a couple nearly dry humping on the dance floor. But my eyes were trained on Dex, because hell if I could look away.
“What time do you get off?” he asked, and for a second, my heart stopped. I lowered my brows.
“Ten, why?” I managed to tug my arm free, not because I wanted him to stop touching me, but because I was worried he’d feel my hand shaking. I clenched my fingers inward, my nails digging into my palm.
He shrugged his broad shoulders and leaned forward, placing his forearms on the scarred round table. “We haven’t caught up, Eva.”
A shiver worked its way up my spine at the sound of my name on his lips.
“What’s there to catch up with, Dex?” I was starting to sweat.
Truth was this was probably the most interest he’d taken in me in … forever. Sure, he was nice to me, but it was as if he saw me as nothing more than Charlie’s little sister. He didn’t see me as a friend he wanted to hang out with, and certainly not someone he’d take to his bed.
“Plenty,” he said and lifted the corner of his mouth. “How about we hang out after work? Catch-up and all that shit, Eva girl?”
God, he was so handsome. The tattoos were just the icing on the manly cake that made up Dex. I also knew he had both nipples pierced, and I’d heard him talking to Charlie back in the day about getting his dick pierced. Whether the latter was true or not was not something I would probably ever find out.
And then there was his hair, slightly longer and hanging down to his chin when he didn’t put it up in a manbun.
You want to stand here and appraise him? God, you probably look like a weirdo not responding.
I swallowed again as memories played through my head.
“Catch up?” I asked.
He nodded and gave me a sexy full-blown grin.
“Maybe the three of us could all hang out? I know Charlie said it’s been a while since you guys saw each other.” I don’t know why I was trying to get my brother in on this, because I did want to hang out with Dex. And being alone with him didn’t sound too bad either.
He leaned back again and shook his head, but didn’t respond right away. Instead, I saw him looking me up and down. I could have played it off like nothing, but that was not an innocent look.
No, he was eye fucking me.
“I don’t think Charlie needs to hang with us. I mean, I have seen him plenty of times. You and I need to rekindle shit, Eva. A little alone time sounds good, right?”
I found myself nodding.
And then I was thinking about the past again.
When he used to come over to hang out with Charlie, they would stay in the garage, working on Charlie’s car, drinking beer when our dad wasn’t watching, and talking about “pussy.” Ten years older than me, I was the stereotypical annoying sister, but as the years passed, my attraction for Dex grew.
It was that age-old trope about the younger woman wanting her older brother’s friend.
Yet, I never got the guy.
Now I was hitting twenty-nine, wasn’t married, and had no kids; I was in a damn rut.
The truth was there were plenty of times I’d gone for runs in town, or just gone shopping and I’d see families, mothers with their children, newborns crying, babies giggling, and ache to have that in my life.
I was twenty-nine years old, for God’s sake, and not getting any younger. My biological clock was ticking, and I wanted to be a mother.
But I didn’t want to get knocked up just for the sake of being a mother, and certainly not by some guy I’d just met.
“You want to hang with me, Eva, spend some time together?” His voice was low, coaxing even. “How about I hear you say it?” The rough timbre had this shiver skating up my spine.
No, there was one person I’d always wanted—secretly loved, too—but I knew being anything with Dex was never going to happen.
I knew damn well I was never going to be his. I would never have gorgeous babies with him … and damn, would his babies be beautiful.
I tried to clear my thoughts, but yeah, it was no use, especially not when he was right in front of me.
I thought about how Dex acted all interested in me. As much as I wanted to play it cool and act like it didn’t affect me … it sure as hell did.
“Yes, I want to spend some time with you.” There, I said it. It felt good to admit it, actually.
“Good. That’s real good, Eva.” He grinned again. “I’ll be waiting for you outside when you get off.”
I felt my cheeks heat as I thought of all kinds of dirty things when he said “Get off.”
For some reason, this felt like I was playing with fire, but hell, I didn’t mind getting burned.
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