Page 43 of Unbreakable

Arizona

It'sbeentwoand a half weeks since that day in the office and he barely looks at me when he sees me. There were several times I would walk his way, opening my mouth only to clamp it shut, turn and high tail it in a different direction. What’s wrong with me, why can’t I utter two very simple words, I’m sorry?

I know he wants to see me, talk to me. I catch him staring at me longingly when he thinks I’m not paying attention. Like the glances he is stealing my way now from across the room where he’s talking to Javier.

“What’s on your mind?” I hear Hank ask, who is attempting to fill in behind the bar until Vee gets here. She’s been taking shifts with Melissa to care for Ash. The night Vee got the call, she tore out of here faster than lightning, just barely getting out the news she had been found. The relief I felt is indescribable. The next time I saw Javier I ran up to him, leapt into his arms in tears, and thanked him for keeping his promise. Thankfully he caught me or I would've been on the floor. I’ve wanted to see her, Vee warned me she was in bad shape and wasn't seeing anyone other than a limited few right now. Even compared her to the president of the United States with the amount of people she had watching her. She literally ugly cried when talking about how Earl was being a doting father with her, yeah that little nugget shocked us all.

“Ahh… Nothing. So when does Vee get here? Not being mean but you suck monkey balls at being a bartender.” I say through snorts of laughter.

“Yeah, yeah chuck it up. Let’s see you do any better back here.”

“Oh Hank, darlin, I could run circles around you. But would you look at the time, I’m needed on stage so I gotta go change.” I say, hurriedly rushing off, knowing I had plenty of time to get dressed but avoiding his words because I would be a terrible bartender. I tried to help out the night Vee got the call and had to leave and it was an epic disaster.

I’m so caught up in my rapid getaway I’m not paying attention to where I’m going and run right smack dab into a wall, more specifically a Bash wall. He catches me by my shoulders, keeping me from falling to the floor.

“This seems to be a thing for us. Me catchin’ you, keepin’ you from hittin’ the ground.”

He didn’t say it in a nasty way like he did a couple weeks ago, but it still hits me the wrong way. “Like I said before, just let me fall, don’t use any of your precious time helping me.” I lash out, before shoving him away and running to the dressing room.

I open my locker and look inside, trying to clear my mind enough to remember what my outfit was for the upcoming number. I had time so I didn’t need to rush. I wasn't scheduled to be on stage for another half hour.

I’m so lost in thought staring into the locker I don’t hear him coming up behind me, until he begins to speak in his rough voice.

“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded. I’ve been wantin’ to apologize but everything has been so damn crazy. The way I handled that day in the office was all wrong. I’m so fuckin’ attracted to you, but I’m hung up on the age difference and I’m workin’ on trying to come to terms with it.” I hear from behind me, not wanting to turn to see his face, fearful he’ll stop talking and revert back to the asshole he was that day.

“If I don’t care about the age, then you shouldn’t either. I’m sorry too, I only said that comment as a joke, I didn’t realize you would take it as more.” Knowing I need to apologize for my poor judgment that day as well.

I hear him start to make sounds as if he is going to say something, then nothing. Not knowing what else to do, and maybe thinking he needs just a little push to get past this boundary he has, I reach down taking my shirt by the bottom and pull it over my head, dropping it to the floor. I didn’t wear a bra today so my breasts are on full display to him when I turn around.

“Umm, I can go if you need to get changed.” he stammers out and I find it endearing that my naked breasts have him stumbling over his words, when he is literally in a club full of naked women and if the stories Vee and Ash told me are true, the clubhouse is like a damn whore house.

“No, I’m good.” I say coyly as I step out of my shoes and reach down and unbutton my pants. Pushing them down the length of my legs, I let them hit the floor before stepping out of them. “Does my undressing bother you?”

He takes an audible gulp before saying a breathy, “No!”

But then he quickly spits out, “Um, I’ll just let you get changed,” before turning and walking towards the door.

I turn back towards my locker, discouraged. I thought this would push him past his hangups, but I guess I was wrong.

“Fuck this!” I hear growled out from behind me, before he grabs me by the shoulder and turns me around. He reaches past me, shutting my locker door, and pushes me back up against it as he plasters his lips on mine, kissing me passionately. I open my lips, allowing his tongue to sweep into my mouth.

My body naturally knows what it wants to do, one leg raises up and wraps around his waist as I grind my crotch on him. He reaches down, gripping my leg, and wraps his hand around my waist, carrying me over towards our mirrored vanities. Once there, he releases me so he can throw his arm out with one fell swoop, knocking everything off the table and onto the floor before he sits me down on it.

"Fuck this! I need you and I need you now." he growls out through clenched teeth as he reaches down and rips the thong right off my body. If I wasn't so turned on, I would be fucking pissed at him for ruining my underwear.

He kneels down on the floor in front of me, taking my legs and placing them over his shoulders, before diving into my pussy like it’s a five-star meal. He reaches a hand between my thighs, spreading the lips of my pussy wide as his tongue laps up and down the length of my seam. He twirls his tongue around my clit, nipping at it with his teeth which shoots electricity through my body.

"God, you taste delicious. You’re so fuckin' responsive, look how wet you already are for me." he says, his words muffled as he feasts on my pussy. He moves his fingers to my hole, pumping them in and out of me in rapid succession and it feels amazing.

"I fuckin’ need you now." he commands, as he stands, reaching down and unbuckling his pants, pulling out a cock to rival all cocks. He pulls me up, quickly turning me before bending my torso over the table. He places his leg between mine and forces me to spread my legs wider, placing my ass and pussy on view for him.

When I glance back at him, his cock is fisted in his hands and he gives it a couple of pumps, then he leans forward, lining it up to my hole, and pushes in. It takes a moment for my body to accommodate his massive size, then he pushes in even further until he’s fully sheathed inside my channel.

"Oh god babe, you’re tight as fuck!"

He starts moving his body, sliding in and out of me. He takes his hands, gripping my hips and begins to ram in and out of me like a fucking jack hammer. The only sounds in the room are moans, grunts and the sounds of slapping flesh and it's amazing.

Neither of us caring about anything at the moment other than the mind-blowing ecstasy we are experiencing. Looking up, I see Jade enter the room, then quickly retreat when she sees what's happening. Bash none the wiser. The fact that she saw suddenly arouses me more, the thought of being watched fills me with desire and one that I want to explore more, and I need to let Draco know.

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