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“What?” I ask as I pour us each a shot of tequila and splash a little margarita mix on top.

“If I had let my brother date you in high school, then we might be planning a double wedding right now! That would be fun!”

“Are you drunk already?” I’ve learned to take everything Avery says when she’s drunk with a grain of salt.

“Not that drunk.” She laughs.

“Well drink this then.” I hand her a shot glass and we clink them together before shooting them back.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Jameson’sispracticallydeadwhen we get there. It’s the middle of December, and it’s also the middle of finals week, so not a lot of people are out celebrating, but Dean and I both took our last tests today. This last week has been fun. He’s been staying at my apartment almost every night, coming over when he gets off work. I have dinner ready for him, and then he makes us both study for an hour before we do anything else. I love how seriously he takes school, and we’ve each taken one of the classes the other is currently in since some Psychology and Sociology classes overlap, so we shared our old quizzes. Grades won’t be in for a few more days, but I’m confident in both of us enough to be out here celebrating instead of at home worrying.

After at least an hour of talking about nonsense, a few drinks and a lot of playing footsie under the table like we aren’t old enough to be in a bar, Dean and I abandon our booth next to the pool table room to go to the restroom.

I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I look really good. Yeah, I have on a cute, long sleeve forest green dress that hits barely above my knees and makes my waist look great, but I also look happy. I’ve been enjoying soaking up all the extra time with Dean this past week. Smiling at myself, I tuck my straight brown hair behind my ear and pop the cherry from my whiskey sour in my mouth before heading into the stall. I choose the big one so I can pull down the changing table for my purse and drink. Especially in gross bathrooms. Wait, why is there a changing table in a bar? Weird.

I’m buzzed enough to not care about bringing my drink in here with me, but also conscious enough to realize how ridiculous it is that I'm floating in here like a lovesick teenager who doesn’t want to be away from her boyfriend for more than two minutes. We still haven’t put a label on our relationship, but ever since I asked him what we were doing, he’s acting like this is just as real and serious to him as it is to me. I wake to a text from him almost every day he doesn’t wake up in my bed. It’s typically about something random, but still. Plus, he kisses me whenever he finds me on campus now, which seems to happen every day. I sigh happily at my own thoughts. Setting my purse and drink on the changing table, as usual, I turn around to lock the stall.

Before it clicks, resistance comes from behind the door, and it slowly swings open. Standing there with a goofy smirk on his face is that sandy blond haired man with his brown eyes slightly glazed over. He hastily pushes me backward a little so he has enough room to follow me into the stall, closing and latching it behind him.

My mind buzzes, trying to put together what is happening. Before I can figure it out, Dean’s body presses into mine, until my back is against the wall dividing the two stalls. His hand reaches for mine, pinning it above my head. Instantly that electricity shoots through my body, blurring my vision this time. I can’t think clearly enough to know if I should stop whatever is about to happen, or just go with it. Before I have a chance to make up my mind, Dean lets go of my hand, slowly but forcefully dragging his fingertips down my arm continuing down the side of my body. When he gets to the skirt of my dress, he grabs a fistful of it, bunching it at my waist. He pauses, like he’s contemplating ripping it off me.

Then he locks eyes with me before he slides his other hand under the fabric, over the top of the black lace panties I carefully chose this morning, not expecting this is how he would see them. His palm puts slight pressure on the front of me, and his middle finger catches on the edge of the lace before pulling it to the side. He traces the edge of my opening before his finger enters me, sending a surge of energy through my body. He pumps in and out, slowly at first as his lips meet mine, moving at the same speed.

His mouth starts trailing away from mine, kissing my neck, sending a shock through me with each one. I’m so distracted by the way he’s sucking at my skin, that I'm not reminded of what else is happening until he presses a second finger inside of me. I suck in, losing my breath for a moment. He smiles against my skin and slowly starts to pull out of me. I whimper when our contact breaks, and he laughs quietly, twisting my dress more in his hand to give him better access. I go to help him pull my panties off and he swats my hand away, tracing the outside edge of them down to where I know I’m already soaking wet. He slides his fingers back in. They pump in and out a few times, coming out for only a moment. I’m surprised by his hardness that slides in place of his fingers with ease from how turned on I am. I don’t know how or when he got his pants undone, but I can’t focus on that with the insane rush that’s pulsing through my entire body.

My toes curl into my booties as he thrusts inside of me, pressing me into the unstable stall divider behind me. His finger, which hasn’t drifted far, finds its way to my clit and moves quickly, faster than his thrusting, almost as if it’s vibrating. I try to hold off as long as I can, but the electricity surging through me is too much. Overwhelm consumes me as I tighten around him, paralyzed by the energy running through my veins. Grabbing the back of his neck roughly, I pull his face to mine, kissing him hard enough to make my lips tingle along with the rest of my body.

The second he pulls out, the door of the bathroom flies open, slamming against the wall behind it and shocking me back to reality.

“Dean! Maci! You two in here?” a familiar voice comes from a few feet away. I recognize it as the bouncer, Jace, who we’ve made friends with since we started coming here every few nights.

“Yeah, man, we’re in here.” Dean laughs, but I can see his face turning as red as mine feels. He runs his hand through his hair then leans his neck back into it as it rests behind his head.

I’m assuming Jace is waiting for us because I haven’t heard the door shut or his steps walking away. We adjust our clothes, and I throw my hair in a ponytail quickly. Shoot, I still need to pee.

“Come on, guys, don’t make me have to do this. You know I need to kick you out.”

“Yeah, we know,” Dean replies through the door.

I shove his shoulder lightly. “I have to pee. I’ll be right out.”

“Okay.” His eyes wander over my face for a moment, and he smiles before he brings his hand to my neck and kisses me on the forehead, easing my nerves. Then he slides through the stall door, pulling it closed behind him, and encourages Jace out of the bathroom.

Once I’m finished, I reach for the handle, now close enough I can hear them. “You know I love you guys, but you can’t come back.”

I slip out the door to see the two of them standing there, Jace with his arms folded across his chest, not looking too happy with us. I feel bad we put him in this position. He and Dean have been friends for a long time, but he still has to do his job. I lean into Dean’s back, trying to hide my embarrassment. He chuckles as he pulls me from behind him and leads me to the entrance of the bar, following Jace.

“Come oooon man. I’ve been coming here forever, and I bring all my friends every week.” Dean says in a slightly begging, but a little bit “this is bullshit and you know it” tone.

“I know, I know, okay, stay away for the next month. When you come back, no more of that.” He flails his hands around in the direction of the bathroom, with a laugh and an eye roll.

“Thanks, Jace! See ya in a month!” He laughs again, his hand on my back, guiding me through the door.

As soon as we are outside, I cover my face with my hands in total embarrassment. I do not know what came over me. I mean, I do know. I’d do anything Dean asked me to, but I’m not sure why it’s Dean that makes me feel this way.

He grabs my hand and drags me a block down the sidewalk, then pulls me into the alley between Jameson’s and the next bar over. Before I can say anything else, he pushes me against the brick wall, his lips finding mine in the shadows. I melt into his kiss because I can’t help myself. Bringing my arms around his neck, he pushes both his tongue and his body into me more. His lips unstick themselves from mine as he kisses gently up my cheek until he reaches my ear. “Worth it,” he whispers, then grabs my hand and pulls me back out onto the sidewalk.

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