He pinches my bottom lip between his fingers on the verge of being painful. He whispers, “Good.” Then he kisses me softly.
His mouth on mine ignites me and I push his shoulders back, pressing him into the door, deepening our kiss. His hands grip my hips as I work on pulling his shirt over his head. His thumb brushes over my hip bone while his other hand cups my ass. “We could go back to the apartment ya know,” he says with a smirk.
“Wren’s there,” I tell him like it matters.
“We can get a room and say fuck the world today,” he says, and it is so damn tempting.
“We have time. Ezra will be gone for the next three or four days,” I inform him.
His hands stop touching me and he goes rigid. “What’s that have to do with anything?”
“I only meant we won’t have to worry about him being around. Holden, are you seriously mad at me right now?”
“Forget it,” he says but I can’t.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he rolls his eyes and tries to pry me off him.
His cock is steely beneath me and I rock into him. “Holden.”
“We should go before someone sees us.”
I rest my forehead on his. “We should but I don’t want to,” I confess and unbutton his jeans. I wink at him and bite my swollen lip.
His head thumps back on the glass and he holds my hands still. “Not here like this. Tonight, after the bar closes we’ll talk.”
“Suit yourself,” I grumble and slide back to the passenger side sexually frustrated.
Chapter 23
Holden
After helping Conleigh haggle with the dealership, she drove off the lot in her beater Honda Civic. She was so damn happy behind the wheel though. I just left my attorney’s office. He said he’d attempt to serve Reese at her parent’s house later today or early tomorrow. She better not fucking contest it. I don’t know what game she is playing but I don’t want any part of it.
I’ve just arrived at the bar and Wren is here making a fucking spectacle of himself, but the place is packed so I won’t complain. College girls are competing for his attention and he’s eating it up. Conleigh is too busy keeping up with her tables to notice me. Waylon sent me a text earlier and said Cheryl called out sick. Missy is supposed to start back next week. Waylon’s mom is going to keep the baby while they work. I am trying to work the schedule to give them two days off together every week. That’s where Conleigh will come in. I want to train her to bartend. I figured the two of us can work together on Sunday and Monday; the two slowest days. We get the football crowds, but they mainly drink pitchers and order wings. I want to do away with the food menu all together. The place needs an overhaul. I just haven’t decided if I want to sink more money in the place. I plan to do some small renovations. I’ve had a few offers to buy me out. It has potential being so close to campus. Wren waves me over and I reluctantly accept his invitation and follow him downstairs.
“Wanna play a game?” He holds up a rack for the pool table.
“You find a place yet?”
“Damn, man. You hate me that much? I thought we could leave the past behind, ya know? I’ve changed. I have a proposition for you?”
“Fine. Rack ‘em. You win, I’ll listen. If I win you pack your shit and go beg Reese to stay at her parent’s place.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know why you gotta be such a prick. I told you I was sorry. I know I shouldn’t have fucked her. I was on drugs. I know it isn’t excuse. But fuck, I hardly knew what city or country I was in most the time.”
“You could have not taken her with you.”
“She wanted to go, and I asked you to come. We both begged you. But you wanted to stay in school. I told you not to marry her. You wouldn’t listen. Reese was a whore. She still is.”
“Just rack. I don’t want to revisit shit that doesn’t matter.”
He gets to it and I send Waylon an order upstairs for a beer.
A few minutes later, Conleigh brings it down and I cop a feel of her rear. She shakes her head. “That’s considered sexual harassment.”
“You gonna turn me in?”
“Well there’s my love dove,” Wren interrupts before she can respond.