Page 12 of Broken Valentine
The redhead is at the other end of the bar, already laughing and flirting with someone else. But not just anyone, it’s Jamie. I can’t get away from this man no matter where I go. I came here to get him out of my head and there he is, looking sexy as fuck in a black leather jacket with his hair slicked back. His dark gaze lands on me and I’m practically melting in my seat.
He moves away from the bar and disappears somewhere through the crowd. I stretch my neck searching for him but don’t see any sign of him. I sigh, sinking back into my chair, and I jump when the cup slams against the table. “Got you a beer, hope you’re cool with tap. That basket of wings should be here soon, and I ordered us some extra fries too. You’re going to need the energy for later.”
I slam my hands on the table in frustration. “Is this all our convos are going to consist of, because if so, I think I’m done here.”
He tilts his head in confusion while taking a seat across from me with his beer in his hand. “But you just got here, and if I knew you were going to be a little tease, I would have saved my money.”
I huff in annoyance. “Wow, you really are quite the catch, aren’t you? I can’t believe you’re single. I mean, who wouldn’t want to put a ring on that?”
“You’ve been talking to me for the last few days about hanging out and hooking up, so what did you expect us to talk about? Puppies and fucking kittens? I thought I was more than clear on what I was looking for, and like I said before, I don’t want anything serious. I just recently broke up with my fiancé.”
I laugh. “Who hasn’t these days? I sure do have a damn type, don’t I?”
“I’m not sure what you mean, but are we going to fuck tonight or not?”
I glance toward the door, considering getting up and walking straight for it until I see the redhead pressed up against a smiling Jamie. Chad’s face is red when my gaze lands back on him. “Yes, but let's go back to your place. I would rather you not know where I live.”
He lifts his beer, smiling again. “Sounds good to me, sexy.”
“I still would like to eat and talk a bit first.”
“As long as you don’t plan on being here all night, then a bit of talking works for me.” He moves his chair closer to mine and runs his hand up my leg, inching toward my inner thigh. “What do you want to talk about?”
A server sets down two red baskets filled with food in front of us, preventing my next words from coming out. The smell is intoxicating and that’s when I realize I’m hungrier than I thought. I take a fry from the basket and push it between my lips, enjoying the salty taste on my tongue. I grunt when my food orgasm is interrupted by Johnny Bravo—probably the only orgasm I would have tonight too.
“I sure hope you make those same sounds when I’m inside you later.”
I grimace, gritting my teeth. “I have to go to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a few,” I say, standing too quickly from my chair and avoiding his roaming hand that was really close to cupping my dick. “Maybe come up with some better lines while I’m gone.”
No wonder this guy’s fiancé dumped his ass. I can’t imagine spending the next hour with the guy, let alone forever. His situation made sense; Jamie’s, however, still doesn't. Maybe he has skeletons hidden in his closet that will change my mind later. Maybe Rhys had his reasons for leaving and I’m over here feeling sorry for the wrong guy. It’s hard to think that though after seeing the way he spun his ring around his finger at the bar that night and how he still had it on in class the other day. Talk about not being able to let go.
“Don’t stay in there too long. You wouldn't want the food to get cold,” Chad shouts from behind me. I ignore him and continue toward the bathroom, no longer able to spot Jamie anywhere. The redhead is laughing with a group of women and not throwing himself at random men for once. I push my way through the men’s room door and am glad when there isn’t a long ass line like there usually is at these places. Two men come out of the stalls at the same time, and I go into one, taking my time doing my business. The sooner I get back to my table, the sooner I have to deal with mister dick grabber. The door opens as the warm sink water runs over my hands. “Someone on a hot date tonight or is this an attempt at another one-night stand?”
Jamie has a huge goofy smile on his face, appearing more relaxed than yesterday when we ran into each other on the school sidewalk. I have a hard time gathering my words together and turn away, reaching for some paper towels instead. His shoulder brushes mine and my breath catches when his eyes are merely inches away from my own while his words are tickling my ear. “I don’t know why we keep running into each other, but perhaps it’s a sign of some sort.”
I snicker. “A sign that you should harass me in the bathroom?”
He shakes his head, and his face grows serious. “A sign I should stop trying so hard to stay away from you. Clearly it isn’t working.”
“Such a tragedy for you.”
He inches even closer and his lips hover over mine. “The only tragedy is that I keep walking away instead of doing the thing I really want to do.”
I lick my lips and my tongue lightly grazes his mouth. “What’s that exactly?”
“This.” His mouth crashes against mine, causing my knees to almost give out. I lean my hand against the sink, steadying my feet on the ground as our tongues collide and I suddenly forget why the hell I came to this bar to begin with.
11
Jamie
SeeingTaylor sitting so close to some other guy sets me on edge and I find myself pacing back and forth around the bar. My brother is too busy on his phone, texting some club bouncer he met online weeks ago, to even notice my raging jealousy. This is what I wanted, wasn’t it? To maintain a professional student-teacher relationship with Taylor. At least it should be what I want.
It’s bad enough I can’t hold on to the man I fell in love with years ago, I don’t want to let this one go too. But I’m not even sure what I would be losing. It’s hard to lose something you don’t have. Jamie doesn’t owe me anything. He has the right to be here on a date with anyone he chooses, even if the guy is one shell necklace away from being a character onThe OC. I shouldn’t be rushing off to the bathroom after him, but once my feet start moving, I can’t convince them to go back the other way.
I push through the bathroom door and it doesn't take long before I have my tongue down Taylor's throat and my hand sliding down the back of his pants, getting a handful of lace. He’s panting as I run a finger over his tight pucker, pressing against his dry entrance.
“Please,” he begs. “No lube, I don't really like lube much, I want it to hurt a little.”
