Page 75 of Rider Forbidden
He leans in to say in my ear, “Come with me fucking NOW.” He sounds mad. Furious. What the hell does he think he’s doing? I'm just about to protest but I don't get a chance, he pulls me away through the crowd, I either just follow or create a huge scene right near the band. I follow him.
We make our way through the crowd and outside. It's dark now and a few people are milling around, smoking, and chatting.
“What the fuck, Robyn?” he scowls at me.
“Would you mind telling me what you think you're doing, dragging me out like that?”
He sneers. “Like you don't know.”
“Actually, I don't.”
“So, you weren't flirting with the fucking singer of the band? Jesus, I ended things like last night or whatever and you can't wait to move on, can you? What - you want to impart all your new-found knowledge on someone else, do you? Teach them a thing or two?
“Who the hell do you think you are? What right do you have to talk to me like this?” I ask him.
“I just don't understand that after everything, the time we spent together, that you can forget about it so soon.”
“But . . . but you decided you don't want to be with me remember?”
He sighs and runs his fingers through his hair. “Yeah I remember.Fuck!”
“What’s going on Jack?”
“Nothing OK? Just fuck off back in there and drape yourself all over him.”
“You arsehole. I'm glad you ended it - this is what you can be like? I don't want to know you.”
He immediately gets into my personal space, crowding me. I feel my back hit the wall as his head comes down to my level, his mouth about an inch from mine. I can feel his breath on me.
“You don't want to know me huh? You're practically panting for it . . . for me. Or will anyone do?”
“You're a horrible drunk Jack or are you just a horrible person?” I hate that while he’s being so horrible to me, all I can think of is what his body is doing to mine so close up.
He looks at my mouth and then back up to my eyes. “You want my mouth on you? You're breathing really heavily Danish?”
“Get off me and don’t call me that ever again.”
“Ask me and I’ll kiss you.” His voice is soft now.
I narrow my eyes at him “Never.” I hiss.
He growls, “Fuck it.” His mouth is on mine, his body presses into me and god help me I kiss him back, it's hungry, fast, and forceful. I want this kiss to last forever, but I know it can’t. I can feel him pressing into me more, the fact that we’re both drunk has screwed with our brains. It’s like we're not stood outside the pub, there’s only us two, together, and nothing else matters. But my mind comes back to its senses, I know I can't let this continue. He has been so horrid to me, yes, I know that its jealousy, pure and simple. He didn't like that the singer was paying attention to me, but what I don't get was why did he end it between us then?
I force my hands in between our bodies to shove him away. “No Jack. Get away from me.”
He looks down at me, his breathing shallow, he has never looked so hot I swear. I close my eyes slowly and push off from the wall to get away from him.
He lets me walk away but just as I'm getting to the door his arms wrap around my waist from behind and my body gets pulled into his. I feel his mouth on my neck, open-mouthed kisses running all the way up my neck and then he takes my earlobe in his mouth and nips with his teeth. “I'm sorry Robyn. I didn't end things because I didn't want you.”
I turn my head. “Then why did you?”
He’s silent for a moment then drops his arms. “Doesn't matter. Go on, get back to your boyfriend, I'm busy anyway.” He storms past me and into the pub. Jesus, jealousy is not a good look for him.
I go back inside after a couple of minutes, I head towards the girls to tell them I’m calling it a night, but not before my eye catches Jack, hanging all over the barmaid, she’s more than happy to reciprocate the attention - looking like all her birthdays have come at once. Jealousy bubbles inside me, I feel like throwing a drink over him. I hate him. I don’t though, I’m classier than that - I hope she knows what she’s getting into.
I get my things, say goodnight and leave, I don’t look back at Jack, scared of what I’ll see.
Chapter 22
