smile and a thumbs up. What the hell did that mean? I broke away from the clingy woman and told her I needed to take a break to grab another drink, leaving her on the dance floor.
"What's up?" I asked Joe when I got back to the bar.
"Lacy is pissed at the quarterback. She told me she broke up with him and he's an arrogant ass that won't give up. When she saw you and the human suction cup she looked ill, and headed outside to get some air.'"
"Which way did she go?" I asked. He nodded toward the door leading to the patio. "Should I?"
"Hell yes. If nothing else she'll probably want you to help her get the message across to her football stalker."
I'd take whatever I could get, so I headed in that direction. Stepping out into the stiflingly humid night air I found Lacy sitting on the dirty ground. Her phone was in her hand, the backlight shinning on her frown.
"Hey," I said when I approached her. She looked up at me and then away.
"Hey."
"You okay? It looked like some giant football player was hassling you. Do you need me to have words with him?" I asked. She at least gave a small smile.
"He's a giant asshole," she replied quietly.
"He the guy you're trying to forget?"
"Yeah, but it's hard to do when he won't leave me the hell alone."
"I bet Joe can get you a restraining order."
She laughed. "I might consider it."
"You want to dance with me and try to get the point across? I'm not much, but jealousy doesn't really have high standards."
"Okay," she said, and I reached a hand down to help her up.
"And I mean, if you think you need to kiss me, I'll suck it up and go along with that too," I told her with a smile.
"It might come to that," she said, with a nod of her head.
"I guess I can take one for the team," I replied as I intertwined my fingers with hers, and opened the door to go back inside.
She led us to the middle of the dance floor, then wrapped her arms around my neck. I was damn thankful we'd caught one of the infrequent slow songs, Ed Sherran crooning Thinking Out Loud . I slinked my arms around Lacy's small waist, pulling her body tightly against mine. God, it felt good having her in my arms again, smelling like those damn cherries.
"I got the flash drive and your note," she said against my ear.
I'd put the elevator video on a thumb drive, deleted it everywhere else and left it for her, password protected with the penthouse code only she would know from the other night. I'd asked her to at least watch it once before destroying it.
"Did you watch it?" I asked against her ear.
"Maybe."
"You did!" I exclaimed, then laughed. "Did you get all hot and bothered watching it?"
"Maybe," she said again, which was another yes…but not one I was going to rub in.
"Whenever you're up for an encore performance let me know," I told her. "No more elevators though."
"Okay," she said softly. I pulled back to look at her face to see which she was agreeing to, when her lips met mine, tasting like those addicting fucking cherries. I couldn't even think of holding back as our tongues met and thrust in and out of each other's mouths.
"What the hell, Lacy?" a deep masculine voice interrupted over the music. Oh shit . The big dude could kick my ass ten times over.
"Zack, meet my date, Will. Will, this is my ex , Zack."
"Nice to meet you," I said, not lessening my grip on Lacy to even shake his hand. I wouldn't tell the asshole I was a huge fan. I wasn’t sure I was anymore.
"You'd rather be with him , than me?" Zack Bradford asked. I wasn't offended, since I was just as surprised by her decision.
"Yes, I would," she responded adamantly. "Can you believe oral sex actually goes both ways? I was shocked when Will demonstrated that little fact, and made me come three times on an elevator!" Wow, that was a low blow, but I couldn't keep the shit-eating grin off my face.
"Men with little dicks have to make up for their inadequacies in some way," he countered. I wasn't extra-large but "little" had never been the
"What's up?" I asked Joe when I got back to the bar.
"Lacy is pissed at the quarterback. She told me she broke up with him and he's an arrogant ass that won't give up. When she saw you and the human suction cup she looked ill, and headed outside to get some air.'"
"Which way did she go?" I asked. He nodded toward the door leading to the patio. "Should I?"
"Hell yes. If nothing else she'll probably want you to help her get the message across to her football stalker."
I'd take whatever I could get, so I headed in that direction. Stepping out into the stiflingly humid night air I found Lacy sitting on the dirty ground. Her phone was in her hand, the backlight shinning on her frown.
"Hey," I said when I approached her. She looked up at me and then away.
"Hey."
"You okay? It looked like some giant football player was hassling you. Do you need me to have words with him?" I asked. She at least gave a small smile.
"He's a giant asshole," she replied quietly.
"He the guy you're trying to forget?"
"Yeah, but it's hard to do when he won't leave me the hell alone."
"I bet Joe can get you a restraining order."
She laughed. "I might consider it."
"You want to dance with me and try to get the point across? I'm not much, but jealousy doesn't really have high standards."
"Okay," she said, and I reached a hand down to help her up.
"And I mean, if you think you need to kiss me, I'll suck it up and go along with that too," I told her with a smile.
"It might come to that," she said, with a nod of her head.
"I guess I can take one for the team," I replied as I intertwined my fingers with hers, and opened the door to go back inside.
She led us to the middle of the dance floor, then wrapped her arms around my neck. I was damn thankful we'd caught one of the infrequent slow songs, Ed Sherran crooning Thinking Out Loud . I slinked my arms around Lacy's small waist, pulling her body tightly against mine. God, it felt good having her in my arms again, smelling like those damn cherries.
"I got the flash drive and your note," she said against my ear.
I'd put the elevator video on a thumb drive, deleted it everywhere else and left it for her, password protected with the penthouse code only she would know from the other night. I'd asked her to at least watch it once before destroying it.
"Did you watch it?" I asked against her ear.
"Maybe."
"You did!" I exclaimed, then laughed. "Did you get all hot and bothered watching it?"
"Maybe," she said again, which was another yes…but not one I was going to rub in.
"Whenever you're up for an encore performance let me know," I told her. "No more elevators though."
"Okay," she said softly. I pulled back to look at her face to see which she was agreeing to, when her lips met mine, tasting like those addicting fucking cherries. I couldn't even think of holding back as our tongues met and thrust in and out of each other's mouths.
"What the hell, Lacy?" a deep masculine voice interrupted over the music. Oh shit . The big dude could kick my ass ten times over.
"Zack, meet my date, Will. Will, this is my ex , Zack."
"Nice to meet you," I said, not lessening my grip on Lacy to even shake his hand. I wouldn't tell the asshole I was a huge fan. I wasn’t sure I was anymore.
"You'd rather be with him , than me?" Zack Bradford asked. I wasn't offended, since I was just as surprised by her decision.
"Yes, I would," she responded adamantly. "Can you believe oral sex actually goes both ways? I was shocked when Will demonstrated that little fact, and made me come three times on an elevator!" Wow, that was a low blow, but I couldn't keep the shit-eating grin off my face.
"Men with little dicks have to make up for their inadequacies in some way," he countered. I wasn't extra-large but "little" had never been the
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