Page 14 of Falling for You
I set out to get the drinks I came in here for, filling the tray when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I ignore it, walking out to deliver to the Keaton family. The thought of spilling the asshole’s beer on him byaccidentcrosses my mind, but then I think better of it. Hunter would lose his shit based on our earlier conversation about Emma.
Hunter’s eyes don’t leave mine the entire time I’m down at Emma’s end of the table. I really fucked up today. I can’t hide my reaction to her anymore and now that she’s back for good, it’s only going to get harder having to do this song and dance almost daily. I put on my professional owner’s face when it comes to her and this asshole touching her like her entire family isn’t around. The only thing that makes me more pissed off than his hands on her is the fact that she looks like she feels uncomfortable with him.
Once I’m back inside, the waitress I was covering for is back from break and I get to ignore Emma and her date the rest of the night if I want to. But knowing the Keaton boys, I’ll be back out there more than once to watch Emma feign being into this guy who is so not her type.
We’re opposites in every possible way. He’s tall but lanky to my muscular body frame. Blonde hair, blue eyes and pale skin to my dark mediterranean complexion, black hair and golden-brown eyes. Clean skin compared to my inked arms and chest, down to my calves. Loafers and a polo, something I’d never be caught dead in. The only similarity seems to be the way neither of us can keep our eyes off the beauty willing to give us attention, and we lap it up no matter how that attention is delivered.
I pull my phone out of my pocket after remembering the vibration from earlier to see another text from an unknown number.
Unknown:This is Wayne Ryan. I really need to speak to you regarding Blair Ryan. >
Oh fuck. I do know this girl. She was in here on a girl’s trip, right before I started hooking up with Emma.
I am not however getting involved in any marital drama. She did not tell me she was married before moaning my name in my office then again later in her hotel room a few towns over.
Me:Sorry man, don’t know her. Wrong number.
I rub my hand through my hair, tugging on the ends. I hope he doesn’t show up to my brewery looking to start shit. If I remember correctly, or if she didn’t lie, she only lives a few hours away. Definitely a drivable distance if I found out some guy fucked my woman.
How do I get myself in these situations? First my best friend’s sister and now a married woman?
My current troubles would lead anyone to the playboy theory. A theory I’ve never had an issue with until now. I don’t want Emma to have her name dragged for being associated with me. And now a married woman, with a husband who probably wants to kick my ass. Yeah. Definitely fit the bill of a playboy. But ever since I saw Emma on the beach that night, it’s only been her. And probably will only be her. No one else can compare.
I’ve been purposefully annoying Rome for the last two hours. Flirting relentlessly with this guy, who on any other day would be a perfectly good fuck, and if I’m in a preppy mood, exactly the type of guy I’d pick.
But on a day where I’m watching Roman work in his cargo shorts with his muscular legs showing, and the inked skin rippling over his muscled arms, no one is my type except him.
And he isn’t even giving me the time of day since he delivered my drink. It seems our usual round of foreplay isn’t working to drag him back into me.
My brothers, on the other hand, are about to crawl out of their skin watching me fawn all over this guy. They’re dying to kick him to the curb, but Willow and Violet are keeping them in check. Probably because they want to see me piss Rome off andpush him to the point he finally admits to my brothers what we had or, according to them, still have.
I catch his eye as he pretends to not be watching me from the outdoor bar where he’s collecting dirty dishes to go back to the kitchen. I stare at him while I lean over to whisper in my date’s ear. Is it bad I don’t even remember his name?
“I’m going to run to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.” I run my hand along his chest, just like I used to do with Rome. My every move in this moment is calculated.
When I get up all four of my brothers are staring at me, their eyes shooting daggers. I’m sure I’ll be getting a call from Cooper later about this guy when our brothers fill him in.
Cooper might be working in Europe for a travel magazine for a few days, but it doesn’t stop him from being another overprotective older brother. Not when he still has four spies so close by.
I step into the bathroom, grateful for a moment I don’t have to act like this super ditzy, flirty girl anymore. It’s really exhausting.
I turn on the cold water to splash some on my face. But I don’t get the chance before I’m ripped away from the sink.
Roman’s body covers mine against the bathroom wall. His forearms rest next to my head and every inch of his glorious body is stretched up along mine.
“What are you doing? Anyone could walk in here?” I ask breathlessly.
He holds the key in front of my face, dangling the set from his pinky. “I put up an out of order sign. They’ll go to the men’s room.”
“Okay, back towhat are you doing?”
“Me?” The vein in his temple ticks to the beat of the music in the brewery. “What the fuck are you doing? Why are you doing this to me? You’re purposely making me jealous.”
“Me doing this to you? You ended things. I’m moving on with my life. And neither you nor my brothers get to control what that looks like anymore.” I try to look angry with him, but my body is reacting to the proximity. She remembers absolutely everything his body can do, and she’s desperate for more.Traitorous bitch.
His lips slam into mine, pressing my head into the wall, pushing my lips open. And I comply, my body just melting into his. It fits so perfectly, but I need to remember why we’re here, hidden and locked in a bar bathroom.
Just as I have that thought, he pushes off me, ripping his lips from mine. And, like a weak ass woman, I fall toward him, reaching for him, needy for him.
