as his gaze slipped to settle in Jessi's cleavage. She thrust back her shoulders, inviting a closer look. "Hi, Jessi. I'm Cameron. Just call me Cam."
"Hi, Cam." She looked at him through her lashes. They eyed each other silently.
Well, I guess I'm just invisible over here, Layla thought sourly. She cleared her throat. "I'm Layla."
Cam's gaze drifted her way. "Hey, Layla." He dipped his head in acknowledgment before his attention homed back in on Jessi. "I've seen you here before, haven't I?"
"Oh, a few times, maybe," Jessi answered coyly, swirling the little plastic straw around in her drink. "I'm flattered you remember. My friend and I just happened to pop in spur of the moment."
It took all Layla's self-control not to roll her eyes. Spur of the moment? Was that why you nearly yanked my arm off dragging me in here?
They'd been walking down Elmwood Ave when Jessi grabbed her and hauled her toward the front door. "Here it is. The Shamrock. Let's go in. There's a really hot bartender who works here."
And here he stood, Cam Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was. The reason for Jessi laughing a little too brightly and flashing her boobs all evening. As if that weren't enough, Jessi was performing what looked like oral sex on her drink straw, running her tongue along its length, sucking it in and out of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. She gave Cam a smoldering look as he watched her intently.
Layla began a silent countdown. Hooking up commencing in 3…2…1…
"I've got a break coming in about ten minutes." Cam's voice was low and gravelly. His eyes glittered.
Jessi smirked. "I can hold out that long, I guess."
"Meet me behind the building. Go past the bathrooms, right out the back door."
Jessi flipped back her chestnut hair. "You got a car out there?"
It was Cam's turn to smirk. "Does it matter?"
"No. Not really." She slipped off the bar stool and stood. "Just gonna visit the little girl's room. See you in ten."
Cam watched Jessi's ass wiggle away, then turned to Layla. She didn't realize she'd been gaping until he chucked her under the chin. "Close your mouth, little Layla."
She snapped her mouth shut, not sure which startled her more—his touch or the fact he'd called her "little." True, she was only five feet two, but no one had used that adjective for her since grade school.
"You're cute," Cam said."You're blushing. Like you've never seen two people arrange to hook up before."
She was blushing, damn it. Her ears and cheeks were so hot, they must be bright red.Damn her fair skin, she could never hide her embarrassment about anything. She took after her mother that way, inheriting not only the fair Scandinavian complexion, but the blonde hair and blue eyes as well. Unfortunately, she got her body shape from her dad's side of the family. "Sturdy peasant stock," as Grandma Messner would say.
Trying to play it off and be nonchalant, she picked up her drink. "Sure I have." Just never so blatantly, that's all. In ten minutes he and Jessi would meet behind the building and…
"You really do have a car, don't you?" Where the hell had that question come from?
He raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that was teasing and mysterious. "Do I?"
Okay, now he was just playing with her. "I mean, uh," her face flamed again, "it's, like, only thirty degrees out there." The calendar might say it was spring, but tell that to the frigid winds off Lake Erie. "The two of you aren't just going to—"
"Aren't going to what? Have hot, nasty sex standing up against the building? Believe me, we won't notice the temperature."
Whoa. All right, that did sound hot. Flames licked through her as she pictured it. Trouble was, she wasn't seeing Cam and Jessi going at it. In her mind, Cam was doing the deed with her, Layla. Her back scraping against the wall as he plunged into her. Her legs wrapped around Cam's hips as they pumped back and forth. Her core rippling around his hard cock……
Oh, God, stop thinking about it . She gulped some of her
"Hi, Cam." She looked at him through her lashes. They eyed each other silently.
Well, I guess I'm just invisible over here, Layla thought sourly. She cleared her throat. "I'm Layla."
Cam's gaze drifted her way. "Hey, Layla." He dipped his head in acknowledgment before his attention homed back in on Jessi. "I've seen you here before, haven't I?"
"Oh, a few times, maybe," Jessi answered coyly, swirling the little plastic straw around in her drink. "I'm flattered you remember. My friend and I just happened to pop in spur of the moment."
It took all Layla's self-control not to roll her eyes. Spur of the moment? Was that why you nearly yanked my arm off dragging me in here?
They'd been walking down Elmwood Ave when Jessi grabbed her and hauled her toward the front door. "Here it is. The Shamrock. Let's go in. There's a really hot bartender who works here."
And here he stood, Cam Whatever-His-Last-Name-Was. The reason for Jessi laughing a little too brightly and flashing her boobs all evening. As if that weren't enough, Jessi was performing what looked like oral sex on her drink straw, running her tongue along its length, sucking it in and out of her mouth, hollowing her cheeks. She gave Cam a smoldering look as he watched her intently.
Layla began a silent countdown. Hooking up commencing in 3…2…1…
"I've got a break coming in about ten minutes." Cam's voice was low and gravelly. His eyes glittered.
Jessi smirked. "I can hold out that long, I guess."
"Meet me behind the building. Go past the bathrooms, right out the back door."
Jessi flipped back her chestnut hair. "You got a car out there?"
It was Cam's turn to smirk. "Does it matter?"
"No. Not really." She slipped off the bar stool and stood. "Just gonna visit the little girl's room. See you in ten."
Cam watched Jessi's ass wiggle away, then turned to Layla. She didn't realize she'd been gaping until he chucked her under the chin. "Close your mouth, little Layla."
She snapped her mouth shut, not sure which startled her more—his touch or the fact he'd called her "little." True, she was only five feet two, but no one had used that adjective for her since grade school.
"You're cute," Cam said."You're blushing. Like you've never seen two people arrange to hook up before."
She was blushing, damn it. Her ears and cheeks were so hot, they must be bright red.Damn her fair skin, she could never hide her embarrassment about anything. She took after her mother that way, inheriting not only the fair Scandinavian complexion, but the blonde hair and blue eyes as well. Unfortunately, she got her body shape from her dad's side of the family. "Sturdy peasant stock," as Grandma Messner would say.
Trying to play it off and be nonchalant, she picked up her drink. "Sure I have." Just never so blatantly, that's all. In ten minutes he and Jessi would meet behind the building and…
"You really do have a car, don't you?" Where the hell had that question come from?
He raised his eyebrows and gave her a look that was teasing and mysterious. "Do I?"
Okay, now he was just playing with her. "I mean, uh," her face flamed again, "it's, like, only thirty degrees out there." The calendar might say it was spring, but tell that to the frigid winds off Lake Erie. "The two of you aren't just going to—"
"Aren't going to what? Have hot, nasty sex standing up against the building? Believe me, we won't notice the temperature."
Whoa. All right, that did sound hot. Flames licked through her as she pictured it. Trouble was, she wasn't seeing Cam and Jessi going at it. In her mind, Cam was doing the deed with her, Layla. Her back scraping against the wall as he plunged into her. Her legs wrapped around Cam's hips as they pumped back and forth. Her core rippling around his hard cock……
Oh, God, stop thinking about it . She gulped some of her
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