definitely use a night to relax. “Thanks, Ash.”
“Anytime, doll-face. Now move your ass, we’re falling behind, and the customers are likely to mutiny if we don’t get them their deep fried heart attacks soon.”
Chapter Eleven
Jay
“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”
Jay lounged behind the bar , shaking his head as Tom pounded the last of his beer. Ashlyn, Sahara, Mason, a few guys from the morning crew, and even Em cheered him on. Tom had just graduated college which meant he was off to bigger and better things than his oh-so-lucrative career at Bart’s. Even though he’d used Jay to cover for him while he spent the day celebrating with friends, Bart still let him use the restaurant—and it’s booze—to party after closing. Things had been going strong for over an hour and Jay was feeling the buzz.
He’d had a few. M aybe more than a few—he’d lost count—but that was okay. Em didn’t drink so he could count on her to drive home. He could always count on his girl. She was always there for him. No matter what, she’d stick by him. And that was her fatal flaw. Loyalty. Despite what she said, he was convinced it played some part in why she’d stayed with her bastard uncle for so long, and why she’d never leave him, either. Even though he was so obviously bad for her.
Music boomed from the sound system as Jay mixed another rum and diet coke for Sahara. The alcohol was definitely doing its job. He didn’t even mind watching Em and Mason laugh over something he’d said. She was beautiful when she laughed. Head thrown back, dark hair cascading over her shoulder, smile lighting up her face. She didn’t do it nearly enough.
“Jay, sweetie, can you help me with something?” Sahara tripped over her heels into the bar opposite him, giggling all the way.
He’d lost track of how many he’d made for her, too. From the looks of things, it was a lot , and she could definitely use some help. “Sure. What do you need?”
“Come here. Come here.” She beckoned him closer, hushed like it was some kind of secret mission.
If it hadn’t been for the beer goggles, he might have noticed the gleam in her eye, or the fact that she was leading him down the hall toward the bathrooms where she couldn’t possibly need his help with anything besides possibly wiping her ass. The thought made him laugh. Yeah, he’d definitely had a few too many. His tolerance had been legendary back in high school, but a few years without drinking and it was shot all to shit.
“What are we doing?”
“I need you.” Sahara turned around, prowling back in his direction when Jay came to a standstill.
“What?”
“I need you, Jay. I need you. Now.”
Sahara stepped in closer as Jay shook his head trying to clear it. What the hell was happening here? He took a step back and she matched him pace for pace until his b ack came up against the wall. Before he could blink, she’d closed the space between them entirely, rubbing her body against his.
Her soft, warm curves pressed into his chest. “Sahara . . .”
Nails raked through his hair sending sharp tingles down his spine as she ground her hips against his. Shit, that felt good. Jay pressed his hands firmly to the wall behind him, fighting the growing urge to grab onto her and not let go. His mind railed against what was happening even as his body responded . . . “Wait. Stop.”
She didn’t stop. Her hand traveled south and a deep groan bubbled up from somewhere deep inside. Fuck . The whole building seem to whirl in a dizzying spiral as though it had been picked up and tossed around by an unexpected tornado. Sahara smiled and it made Jay sick. Wrong. This was all wrong. This wasn’t what he wanted. Besides the fact that it seemed to be exactly what his body was craving, his heart and soul belonged to someone else.
Her hand gripped him hard through his suddenly too tight jeans at the same moment her tongue snaked into his mouth.
“Shit.” Jay hissed,
“Anytime, doll-face. Now move your ass, we’re falling behind, and the customers are likely to mutiny if we don’t get them their deep fried heart attacks soon.”
Chapter Eleven
Jay
“Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!”
Jay lounged behind the bar , shaking his head as Tom pounded the last of his beer. Ashlyn, Sahara, Mason, a few guys from the morning crew, and even Em cheered him on. Tom had just graduated college which meant he was off to bigger and better things than his oh-so-lucrative career at Bart’s. Even though he’d used Jay to cover for him while he spent the day celebrating with friends, Bart still let him use the restaurant—and it’s booze—to party after closing. Things had been going strong for over an hour and Jay was feeling the buzz.
He’d had a few. M aybe more than a few—he’d lost count—but that was okay. Em didn’t drink so he could count on her to drive home. He could always count on his girl. She was always there for him. No matter what, she’d stick by him. And that was her fatal flaw. Loyalty. Despite what she said, he was convinced it played some part in why she’d stayed with her bastard uncle for so long, and why she’d never leave him, either. Even though he was so obviously bad for her.
Music boomed from the sound system as Jay mixed another rum and diet coke for Sahara. The alcohol was definitely doing its job. He didn’t even mind watching Em and Mason laugh over something he’d said. She was beautiful when she laughed. Head thrown back, dark hair cascading over her shoulder, smile lighting up her face. She didn’t do it nearly enough.
“Jay, sweetie, can you help me with something?” Sahara tripped over her heels into the bar opposite him, giggling all the way.
He’d lost track of how many he’d made for her, too. From the looks of things, it was a lot , and she could definitely use some help. “Sure. What do you need?”
“Come here. Come here.” She beckoned him closer, hushed like it was some kind of secret mission.
If it hadn’t been for the beer goggles, he might have noticed the gleam in her eye, or the fact that she was leading him down the hall toward the bathrooms where she couldn’t possibly need his help with anything besides possibly wiping her ass. The thought made him laugh. Yeah, he’d definitely had a few too many. His tolerance had been legendary back in high school, but a few years without drinking and it was shot all to shit.
“What are we doing?”
“I need you.” Sahara turned around, prowling back in his direction when Jay came to a standstill.
“What?”
“I need you, Jay. I need you. Now.”
Sahara stepped in closer as Jay shook his head trying to clear it. What the hell was happening here? He took a step back and she matched him pace for pace until his b ack came up against the wall. Before he could blink, she’d closed the space between them entirely, rubbing her body against his.
Her soft, warm curves pressed into his chest. “Sahara . . .”
Nails raked through his hair sending sharp tingles down his spine as she ground her hips against his. Shit, that felt good. Jay pressed his hands firmly to the wall behind him, fighting the growing urge to grab onto her and not let go. His mind railed against what was happening even as his body responded . . . “Wait. Stop.”
She didn’t stop. Her hand traveled south and a deep groan bubbled up from somewhere deep inside. Fuck . The whole building seem to whirl in a dizzying spiral as though it had been picked up and tossed around by an unexpected tornado. Sahara smiled and it made Jay sick. Wrong. This was all wrong. This wasn’t what he wanted. Besides the fact that it seemed to be exactly what his body was craving, his heart and soul belonged to someone else.
Her hand gripped him hard through his suddenly too tight jeans at the same moment her tongue snaked into his mouth.
“Shit.” Jay hissed,
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