bathroom,” I shout to her and her friends.
They give me a thumbs-up, and I weave my way between bodies and then head down the hallway. I swear they need to make double of the women’s bathrooms. The lines are always longer; wouldn’t it make sense to just add more stalls? I don’t get it.
Finally, I’m able to go in, and when I get back out, Kristen isn’t at the table, but everyone else is. “Where is Kristen?” I ask them.
“Still dancing with that guy.”
“Ahh, I see.” I wouldn’t call what she’s doing dancing. “I’m going to take off. It was great meeting you guys.” And I wasn’t lying. I had a great time. Since the events six years ago, I’ve been a different person. I no longer allow myself the luxuries most women my age do. I tend to be even more of a homebody than I was before, afraid of being out in the open. If I see a black SUV, I duck in my car so they don’t see me. I have no idea who the people were that night, but I killed one of them, and certainly, karma will come back for me.
“You too. Drive careful.”
I decide to head back to the dance floor at the last second. Once again, I wind my way between bodies to say bye to Kristen on my own. I want to make sure she’s okay before I leave. She hugs me enthusiastically, and I say goodbye as I pry her off me. “Are you okay to get home?”
“I’m great!” She nods at the man behind her, and I eye him, giving my best motherly warning to take care of her.
“Okay. Bye.”
Despite dancing among the crowd of steamy bodies, my skin doesn’t feel too heated, but when I get outside and see him , it begins to burn. He’s leaning on his truck right outside the club, watching me. Waiting, maybe? The door closes behind me, and the bass from inside dissipates as the pounding of my heart begins to echo in my chest.
His eyes don’t move from mine. If I could walk, I’d run to him, but I’m paralyzed. I haven’t seen him in six years; not since he told me from behind the glass partition that he never wanted to see me again … I was the one who pulled the trigger, but he took the blame.
Now, he looks … fucking hot. His arms are huge. His eyes are still beautiful, but they’re definitely harder. His hair’s a tad longer than it was before. And in the pants he’s wearing, I can see the outline of his cock.
“Ready?” he asks, pushing off the door.
I don’t think I heard him correctly. “What?”
“Ready?”
He certainly can’t be asking what I’ve dreamed of since the first minute I laid eyes on him. Since he kissed me that night, all I think about is how I want more. I’ve always wanted more. “Huh?”
“Jessa.” He sighs.
“What?”
“Are you ready?”
“For what?”
He walks right up in my personal space and crowds me against the closed club door without actually touching me. The warmth from his body ignites me even further, and I feel my face heating and my panties dampening. His index finger traces the outside of my mouth, and his eyes turn darker as he watches his finger.
“Me,” he whispers.
He bites his bottom lip, and I instantly remember the last time he kissed me. I’ve never experienced that magnitude of lust since then, and all he did was kiss me. I try to push the rest of the memories from that night far into the back of my brain and just focus on the few minutes he had his hands on me and how badly I want more of it. Of him.
When I’m alone in my bed and touching myself, I imagine him. When I had sex with the measly two other men in my life, I pretended they were him. I know what I want … what I’ve wanted since I was a teenager.
“Yes.”
Chapter 7
Ty
I take Jessa’s hand, lead her the few feet to my truck, and shut the door behind her. My dick’s already throbbing against my jeans, begging to get out and get inside her. It’s been six years since I’ve had any pussy, and realizing how fast this is gonna be is making me regret my decision before I even pull away from the
They give me a thumbs-up, and I weave my way between bodies and then head down the hallway. I swear they need to make double of the women’s bathrooms. The lines are always longer; wouldn’t it make sense to just add more stalls? I don’t get it.
Finally, I’m able to go in, and when I get back out, Kristen isn’t at the table, but everyone else is. “Where is Kristen?” I ask them.
“Still dancing with that guy.”
“Ahh, I see.” I wouldn’t call what she’s doing dancing. “I’m going to take off. It was great meeting you guys.” And I wasn’t lying. I had a great time. Since the events six years ago, I’ve been a different person. I no longer allow myself the luxuries most women my age do. I tend to be even more of a homebody than I was before, afraid of being out in the open. If I see a black SUV, I duck in my car so they don’t see me. I have no idea who the people were that night, but I killed one of them, and certainly, karma will come back for me.
“You too. Drive careful.”
I decide to head back to the dance floor at the last second. Once again, I wind my way between bodies to say bye to Kristen on my own. I want to make sure she’s okay before I leave. She hugs me enthusiastically, and I say goodbye as I pry her off me. “Are you okay to get home?”
“I’m great!” She nods at the man behind her, and I eye him, giving my best motherly warning to take care of her.
“Okay. Bye.”
Despite dancing among the crowd of steamy bodies, my skin doesn’t feel too heated, but when I get outside and see him , it begins to burn. He’s leaning on his truck right outside the club, watching me. Waiting, maybe? The door closes behind me, and the bass from inside dissipates as the pounding of my heart begins to echo in my chest.
His eyes don’t move from mine. If I could walk, I’d run to him, but I’m paralyzed. I haven’t seen him in six years; not since he told me from behind the glass partition that he never wanted to see me again … I was the one who pulled the trigger, but he took the blame.
Now, he looks … fucking hot. His arms are huge. His eyes are still beautiful, but they’re definitely harder. His hair’s a tad longer than it was before. And in the pants he’s wearing, I can see the outline of his cock.
“Ready?” he asks, pushing off the door.
I don’t think I heard him correctly. “What?”
“Ready?”
He certainly can’t be asking what I’ve dreamed of since the first minute I laid eyes on him. Since he kissed me that night, all I think about is how I want more. I’ve always wanted more. “Huh?”
“Jessa.” He sighs.
“What?”
“Are you ready?”
“For what?”
He walks right up in my personal space and crowds me against the closed club door without actually touching me. The warmth from his body ignites me even further, and I feel my face heating and my panties dampening. His index finger traces the outside of my mouth, and his eyes turn darker as he watches his finger.
“Me,” he whispers.
He bites his bottom lip, and I instantly remember the last time he kissed me. I’ve never experienced that magnitude of lust since then, and all he did was kiss me. I try to push the rest of the memories from that night far into the back of my brain and just focus on the few minutes he had his hands on me and how badly I want more of it. Of him.
When I’m alone in my bed and touching myself, I imagine him. When I had sex with the measly two other men in my life, I pretended they were him. I know what I want … what I’ve wanted since I was a teenager.
“Yes.”
Chapter 7
Ty
I take Jessa’s hand, lead her the few feet to my truck, and shut the door behind her. My dick’s already throbbing against my jeans, begging to get out and get inside her. It’s been six years since I’ve had any pussy, and realizing how fast this is gonna be is making me regret my decision before I even pull away from the
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