Page 16 of What We Broke

Arousal courses through every part of me, but despite how badly I want my hands to be on him, I wait patiently for the right moment to pounce. His smile is mischievous as he turns and links his arms around his friend’s neck. His friend, oblivious to it all, bends his head and buries his face in his neck.

A rush of hot jealousy passes through me as his hands roam down the back of my mystery man and land on his tight ass and subtly squeeze. When mystery man pushes himself away from his friend, I decide I’m not waiting any longer.

Electricity thrums in my veins with every step I take.

With his back to me, he has no idea I’m coming, but his friend is watching me, looking puzzled and unsure. I should be slightly more concerned with how this will end up. He could be completely unavailable and I could just be inserting myself into a mountain of drama I don’t need.

But for some inexplicable reason, I don’t care.

Everything about this goes against all my rules.

I don’t go out, and I don’t pick up anyone at bars.

I don’t do one night stands, but holy fuck do I want him.

And Ialwaysget what I want.

As if his body senses mine, he turns to face me, just as I approach them. Up close, his eyes are the color of the ocean, a beautiful combination of blue and green that only accentuates the sun-kissed color of his skin.

Instead of being surprised to see me, he steps away from his friend, who desperately tries and fails to keep his hands on him, and moves toward me.

My eyes dart to the man behind him and I take in the defeated look on his face. Whatever tonight was, it’s obvious he’d hoped for more, and it’s even more obvious he isn’t getting it.

Prompted by our closeness, my body moves of its own accord. Like it’s already done this before, my hands find their way to his hips and I bring him flush to me.

Looking up at me with wide eyes, he’s surprised by my forwardness but not put off. This close, our differences are obvious. Where he looks like a perfectly carved-out sculpture, I am nothing more than a brute of a man in comparison. But, still, he doesn’t put any space between us.

I lower my mouth to his ear, making sure he can hear me above the music. “Tell your friend you’re done for the night.”

He rears his head back and raises an eyebrow at me as if to say “is that so?”

“Don’t act surprised,” I say loudly, squeezing his hips. “I saw you watching me.”

“You mean, you were watching me,” he counters.

“And that.”

He turns to look at his friend, who is now standing at the bar alone, looking like someone kicked his puppy, and then back at me. He raises his mouth to my ear. “I’m here with someone.”

Standing like this, we look like a couple. Two men huddled together, close and cozy as we continue to try and talk despite the music. “And now you’re leaving with someone else.”

I can feel him shake his head. “I don’t know anything about you.”

My hand curls around the back of his neck, and I press a small kiss to the curve of his jaw. I feel a shiver race down his spine, and my cock thickens in response. “So, leave with me and get to know me.”

“Just like that, huh?”

I shrug and he raises his wrist, checking the time on his watch before looking over his shoulder at his friend. “Meet me outside in ten minutes.”

“I could say goodbye to him for you if you want,” I tease.

Grinning, he pushes my hands away from his hips and begins to walk backward. He raises both his hands to show the number ten and then places them together, mouthing the word “please.”

Remembering I’m also here with some people, I drag my cell out of my pocket and send Zara a quick text. She’ll be too busy dancing and flirting to reply.

Putting my phone away, I head back to the booth to retrieve my jacket, giving him the ten minutes he asked for. Plus, I don’t want to watch his friend make sad eyes at him when he tells him he’s leaving.

I’m not a complete ass; I would hate to miss out on a night with him too.

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