She saw me first series, p.13
She Saw Me: First Series, page 13
Dillan breaks our kiss and pushes me up so I’m sitting on him, his pulsing need resting beneath my core. I sway my hips some more. He never takes his eyes from mine as he reaches down and holds himself up. I don’t hesitate as I lift my hips, then sit down on him, his thickness penetrating me.
I let out another cry as he fills me, his thickness touching my walls, making me squeeze him as I relish the sensation of us being one. My body knows what to do and I immediately rise before falling again, the stroke of his flesh against mine is exquisite torture. He moans as he grips my hips hard, holding me in place as he rocks his own hips, shoving up inside of me before pulling down to do it over and over again.
He plunges deep, retreats, plunges again, retreats, over and over again until I lose my mind. The orgasm slams into me without warning. My body grips his as I convulse around him, my head thrown back, a guttural moan ripping from me. As I pulse around him, he lets go and I feel intense heat as he empties inside of me, his groan mingling with mine in the cool air. Steam rises from our bodies as we burn together.
When we both come down from the high, I sag against him, his hands coming to my back and caressing my wet skin. This is seriously the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced and I’m sad it’s over so quickly. I want so much more. He’s still buried in me and I clench around his flesh.
“You’re so damn hot, Lexa,” he groans as he shifts his hips and moves inside me. He’s so hard, even after the mind-boggling orgasms we’ve both just experienced.
“You aren’t so bad yourself,” I tell him, making him chuckle.
He suddenly turns us without pulling from me, and then I’m on my back as he begins pounding me once more. Unbelievably, pressure is building again and, as the rain continues to drop onto us, we reach another orgasm, this time coming together. He sags against me for a moment, both of us panting heavily.
After a few minutes he slides off of me and sits up, a smile resting on his lips. Then a frown burrows between his brows and his eyes widen.
“I didn’t use protection. I never forget protection,” he says in shock and a bit of fear.
I’m so relaxed I can’t feel stress. I wave my hand in the air. “I’m clean. I was checked after I left my ex. I’m also on birth control,” I tell him. I’m not at all worried he isn’t clean. This man is normally too controlled to have something that might hurt me.
He looks relieved. “I’m not father material,” he says, running his fingers through his wet hair. I’ve seen him with my son and I’d have to disagree with that. I don’t argue though because now that we aren’t making love, my skin is cooling and I start to shiver.
“I’m sorry, this wasn’t wise to do outside during a storm. Let’s get you home and warmed up,” he says as he hands me my clothes.
I struggle to put the wet items on my soaked body, but I eventually get them into place, goosebumps rushing over my skin. He’s dressed within minutes of me, then without another word we make our way back to our homes while holding my hand. It feels right even if I don’t know what to think about what just happened. I’m glad he’s not pushing me to talk about it. We get back to my cabin in about five minutes.
“Lexa . . .” he begins, but I hold up my hand.
“It happened. I don’t regret it, and I don’t want to talk about it,” I tell him.
He sighs as if there’s so much more he wants to say. I’m glad he respects me enough to listen to me though and not push this at least for now.
I quickly say goodbye, then jog up my stairs and burst through the door, smiling. That was the best sex of my life. I’m very aware though that I’m not going to let it happen again. It’s too messy and complicated. I refuse to regret a second of it though because it felt way too good not to be happy we did it.
“Mom?” Chance says as I stand in the entryway to the cabin dripping all over the floor.
I spin around and feel like I’ve been caught red-handed. “Hi, Chance.”
“What in the heck happened?” he asks. I wonder how bad I look.
“I went to the bookstore, then got caught in the rain on the way back,” I say.
There’s a knock on the door and I shiver. Dillan opens it before I can say come in. I guess it is his place and we’re staying for free, so if he wants to open the door, he has every right to do just that. He’s as soaked as I am, and Chance looks back and forth between us with suspicion. Dillan holds out my backpack.
“I figure you’ll want this,” he says. He gives me the bag then turns and leaves, shutting the door behind him. I stare at where he was standing for a moment too long, consumed by thoughts of our lovemaking like a movie playing in my mind.
I turn back and see Chance looking at me with an odd smile on his face. Oh no, I need to stop this right away. I don’t want him to think something’s happening between Dillan and me. I’m not sure if he’d be upset or not, but it won’t go anywhere so it’s better to stop any thoughts of it right now.
“Dillan ran into me on the walk and offered me a ride. I turned him down, but he took my bag for me,” I say as if it’s no big deal. “I loved my walk in the rain, it’s something I haven’t done since I was a kid.”
“And how did Dillan get so wet if he was driving?” Chance asks. He’s too dang smart for his own good.
“Well, he ran back so I wouldn’t be walking alone,” I say with a shrug, hoping I’m acting casual.
“Interesting,” Chance says.
I shake my head. “No, it’s not interesting at all,” I say much too defensively.
“You like him, don’t you?” I can’t tell what he thinks about that. I rush to assure him that’s not the case.
“No. I appreciate all he’s done, but I don’t like, like him,” I say. I need to stop this in its tracks, but I’m failing by the reaction I get from my son. Dang it!
Chance gives me a cocky grin that shows me how much he’s growing up. He’s going to be a young man before I know it, out in the real world on his own. I pray he doesn’t make the foolish mistakes I’ve made in my life. I don’t regret having my son, but having a child at fifteen wasn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done. It was a rough road for a while . . . heck, it’s still a rough road. I love him, though, and can’t imagine my life without the young man.
“I thought lying was a sin, Mom,” Chance says with a smirk.
I shoot him a glare. “I’m not lying,” I insist, but I can’t look him in the eyes. “I need to shower.” I turn and leave the room and hear my son chuckling behind me. This isn’t good. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or not, because it happened . . . and I think my son’s just caught us.
What in the world will I do next? Who in the heck knows. Stepping beneath the hot shower spray only makes my sensitive body even more alive. I’m afraid Dillan’s woken something in me I won’t be able to shut back down. This isn’t good . . . especially since I can’t quit smiling. I’m a mess . . . but at least I’m a satisfied mess . . . for the moment.
Chapter Nineteen
Lexa
The bar is the busiest I’ve ever seen it since we have Tim McGraw here, drawing in a lot of people. I’m not sure how the rumor mill spreads so quickly because when artists stop in to play, we don’t advertise, we just let them play in a place where they can get back to their roots.
Tim’s mother doesn’t live far from here, so he’s been in a few times, and man, the locals go crazy for the man. Okay, I have to admit I’m a little starstruck myself as he stands on stage belting out some of my favorite tunes like Don’t Take the Girl, but I’m a lot better at not showing my enthusiasm. The artists come here to have a good time and a few drinks, and be normal people.
Of course the second they become stars they give up a normal life. That kind of sucks for them. They’re talented and doing a job they love, but they’re also people and should be able to sit in a bar and have a drink without hundreds of people harassing them. Then again, maybe they’d hate it if nobody knew who they were. I don’t know. I like living in anonymity.
“Hey, Sexy, can we get another round?” A group of five young guys have been sitting at the same corner table for hours and they’re way past drunk. I should cut them off, but I haven’t had to tell a table they can’t have more drinks yet . . . and I don’t want to start now. We have a full bar, a star on the stage, and a full staff running to keep up with the demands of our customers. I switched these guys to light beer an hour earlier and thankfully they don’t seem to have noticed, and they aren’t asking for more shots.
“Coming right up,” I say with a smile. I make my way to the bar where Emmy’s still smiling.
“Do you ever run out of energy?” I ask.
She laughs. “Oh, believe me, I crash. I’m just really good at hiding it.”
“The fabulous five over there want another round,” I say with a sigh.
“They should be about done, shouldn’t they?” she asks as she starts to fill a pitcher with our lightest brew on tap.
“Yeah, if they ask for another round after this, I’m going to say no. I don’t know how well that will work out.” A shiver of dread runs down my spine.
“Have the boss do it. Nobody fights back when he comes out and tells someone they’ve had enough,” she assures me.
“I don’t want to be that employee who has to run to the boss every time I think there’s something I can’t handle,” I tell her with a wave of my hand.
“A group of five big guys isn’t something most women can handle,” she assures me. I nod.
I don’t think I’m going to ask Dillan to help me. I’ve smiled at him, talked to him, and pretended all is right in the world . . . but I’ve also avoided him. I don’t know what to say to the man after our romp in the woods. It’s been nearly a week since it happened and I’m still blushing . . . and burning.
That was seriously the best sex I’ve ever had and I can’t stop thinking about it . . . or dreaming about it. I can’t have an affair with him, and I’m certainly not in a place to have a full on relationship with him. That leaves me confused and trying to avoid him. When I can’t avoid him, I’m overly perky — the sort of thing I do all the time. I’m trying to show him I’m fine with it all, that there’s no problem with having one-night stands with men.
Well, technically, wouldn’t it be a one-day stand? This makes me smile. Damn, that was hot sex. I certainly don’t want to think about it right now, though, when I’m way too busy to get all hot and bothered. Emmy hands over the pitcher and I take it to my most obnoxious table, then quickly rush away before they can throw out anymore lewd comments.
I’ve had my ass brushed, grabbed, and pinched more in this bar than a woman should ever have done to her. If Dillan spots that kind of behavior the patron is kicked out the door in a heartbeat. If the person is stupid enough to do it a second time they’re banned for life. I don’t think anyone has ever done it twice. Dillan is downright terrifying when he’s ticked off.
“Lexa, how in the heck are you doing?” Cassie asks as she comes up behind me.
It’s noisy as hell in here but her voice carries. It’s so musical and girlie. I turn around and give her a hug. Since I arrived in this town I’ve turned into a hugger, which is quite funny to me. She’s such a friendly person though and she makes me smile. Plus, I now have a weekly visit to her shop for my favorite chai latte. I make sure to go when Lisha is working, since nobody can make it as good as she does.
“I’m great. I’m racking in the tips tonight,” I say. “I’ll need to buy a few more books.”
She laughs. “Good for you. We’re having a huge sale this weekend so come in on Sunday. We also have half-priced coffee. We have to have promotions in the winter to get the locals keeping me in business.”
“I’ll be there for sure,” I tell her, excited now. I can stock up a little bit if they’re having a good sale. I love to read. It’s probably my favorite thing to do in the world . . . especially if I can’t have sex with my boss.
“You haven’t met my husband yet. This is Greyson. Greyson, Lexa,” Cassie says. Greyson gives me a friendly smile as he holds out his hand.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I truly enjoy your son, Chance,” he says, and I beam at him. If anyone wants to get on my good side, all they have to do is compliment my son, who’s the single most important person in my life.
“He’s really thriving here. A lot of that has to do with your wife and his job at the bookstore,” I say with sincerity.
“Cassie has a way with kids,” he says. “We have a rare date night. She doesn’t like leaving our son for too long, so I’ll be lucky to get a little food and maybe one dance before she rushes me back out the doors and straight home,” he says with a laugh.
“I understand completely. I couldn’t stand leaving Chance when he was a baby. Heck, I hate leaving him now, but he loves the private time, and I have to work,” I say with a shrug.
A table calls me. “I guess I better earn my paycheck,” I say with a laugh.
“And I’d better get my dance,” Greyson says as he begins pulling his wife to the crowded dance floor. We’re at capacity now so no more people will be let in unless others leave. That’s a bit of a relief, not that I’m able to get around now without moving sideways at times.
I’m busy again as I service my tables and I don’t have time to send longing glances Dillan’s way. That’s a little pathetic and I’d kick myself if I had the energy to do it.
Another hour or so passes, Tim McGraw finishes up, has a couple of beers, signs a ton of autographs, and then slips out the door. Only about ten percent of the patrons leave. The bar is still on fire and I have a feeling we’re going to be lucky to get out of here before four in the morning. The clean-up will be insane. I’ve already seen a lot of beer spilled. Dillan doesn’t mind that because they just order more. He doesn’t care where the beer goes as long as it’s flowing. He is picky on his bathrooms though. Those stay clean or culprits have a permanent ban from the place. He’s not putting up with anything going anywhere except in the toilets and urinals . . . thank goodness.
It’s past midnight when my table of five, who have become rowdier, shouts at me. I’ve managed to avoid them for the past hour, but I think they managed to get more alcohol by sending someone else up to get them a pitcher. They’re so hammered I’ll be surprised if they can walk out of here.
If Dillan wasn’t so busy at the bar he probably would’ve noticed them by now and called a cab. There’s no way any of them are driving from the parking lot . . . the bouncer will make sure of that. Dillan won’t let his bar’s reputation be tainted by some idiot drinking too much and driving away, causing an accident. It just won’t happen.
“Sexy, get us another round,” one of the guys yells as he holds up his empty glass. I sigh as I move closer to their table . . . not too close . . . but enough so I don’t have to shout over a bunch of heads.
“Sorry guys, but you’re officially cut off. I’m going to go ahead and call you rides. Do you need more than one cab?” I ask as sweetly as possible.
The one who shouted at me instantly glares, and my stomach drops. I push the fear down. I’m not allowing some drunk idiot to scare me. No way. I give him a stern look, letting him know it’s not okay to look at me this way.
“Why don’t you do your damn job and get us some beer?” he shouts. A few people around us go quiet to watch. Most of the bar has no clue what’s happening, not with the juke box playing and raucous laughter filling the joint.
“My job is to know when someone has had enough. We don’t want any alcohol poisoning here. You can do that in your own home,” I say, keeping my voice calm. I’ve seen Emmy handle drunk people like a pro. She convinces them it’s their idea to stop and go home. I’m not sure how she does it.
The man stands and takes a menacing step toward me and holds up his hand, sending me down a road I don’t want to travel. I flinch, though it’s the last thing I want to do. He doesn’t hit me but reaches out and grabs me, shaking me before I can pull away.
“Get me a beer!” he demands before cussing me out.
“You’re going home,” I shout back. I’m shaking but I’m not backing down. This idiot’s not going to intimidate me. Yes, I’m filled with fear, but cowering isn’t going to happen. I’m done being intimidated by bullies.
He raises his other hand while he still grips my arm bruisingly tight. He’s going to punch me. I brace for impact as I shut my eyes. The man’s fingers are suddenly wrenched from my arm and I open my eyes to see a very pissed-off Dillan holding the man, death in his expression.
“Did you just try to hit my employee?” Dillan asks in a menacing tone that has the man shaking before him. I’m shocked as I look at the man and notice the wet spot on the front of his pants. Did he seriously just wet himself? Well, he is quite drunk . . . but obviously still aware enough to know the danger he’s in. I’ve never seen Dillan look this scary before.
Dillan looks down in pure disgust. “You’re banned for life,” he growls. He then looks at the table. “Are any of you going to give me trouble?”
The four remaining men shake their heads as they look at the scene in front of them.
“Good, I’m personally escorting this asshole out the door. I suggest you follow,” Dillan says, his tone never rising. He doesn’t need to yell, he’s scary as hell by simply standing there.
Emmy appears with the men’s credit card and a receipt. She hands it over. “Bye, bye now,” she says.
I’ve worked my ass off for this table and I’m not going to get a tip for it. Who cares? I just want them gone. The men don’t say a word as they trail after Dillan and the blubbering man he’s dragging out of the place. The crowd parts like the Red Sea and the bouncer doesn’t bother getting off his stool next to the door. He just smirks at the man Dillan literally tosses out. The guy crumples to the ground.
The door slams shut and I assume his friends pick him up. The bouncer finally rises and follows them out after Dillan turns, probably to make sure they get a cab. There’s no way they’re driving. It all happened so smoothly, I have a feeling this has happened once or twice before.
