When I Fall
Page 22I shake my head and keep my gaze cast down at the table. I’m not giving them anything else. I’ve told them enough. Confiding in them any more will only do more harm than good.
“What happened with the girl?”
Shit. Motherfucking FUCK.
I don’t look up at Mia. “What girl?” I ask, coolly. Calmly. Completely in control.
It’s at that exact moment I realize the universe hates me. That if there is a God, she must be a chick who I screwed over at some point or another.
The front door chimes, and I glance up, locking onto the stunner who walks in to officially ruin my life.
Wearing a faded Eric Clapton T-shirt, ripped jean shorts hanging low on her hips, and Dr. Martens covered in colorful flowers, I take my first real look at the body I’ve spanked, sucked, and fucked in my head over the past three days, and my dick hardens so fast, you’d think she was wearing nothing but those fucking boots.
Fuck. Now I just gave myself another image to jerk off to later. Like I needed anymore variety.
“Reed. The girl . . . hello?”
I hear Tessa, but every part of me is focused on Beth as she walks up to the counter, oblivious to my presence.
Beth leans further against the counter, tilting her ass into the air. My entire body goes stiff before I drop my head against the table with a barely audible groan.
“What’s going on?” Mia asks, sounding confused.
I keep my head down, clamp my eyes shut, and get through this confession as quickly as possible.
“The girl I was talking to at the bar, that’s her. At the counter.”
I hear movement, no doubt Mia shuffling Chase around to get a good look.
“Are you ducking her? Is she like a clinger or something?” Tessa asks.
“No,” I lift my head an inch, then drop it against the table again. “I don’t know, I didn’t get her out of McGill’s to find out. When Molly walked in, that girl grabbed me and kissed the hell out of me. Now Molly thinks we’re a couple, because that girl told her we are, and I’m supposed to be going to her engagement party this weekend, with my girlfriend.” I turn my head to gaze up at Tessa’s shocked face. “And I don’t mean how I kissed you that one time when you pretended to be my wife. I mean she fucking kissed me.” I mouth the word ‘fucking,’ and Tessa’s eyes widen in alarm, but her shock is short-lived.
Because it’s Tessa. Because my misery is amusing to her. And because she sees an opportunity to make this shit unbearable for me, and she’s going to take it.
A slow smile spreads across her lips before she turns her head and looks across the table. “Well, I think we need to meet this girlfriend of yours, don’t you think, Mia?”
Male friends. That’s what I need.
I slowly sit up, my eyes immediately being drawn to Beth and her ass that’s barely covered. I swallow down my moan. “Please don’t.”
“Oh, relax, Reed. We won’t embarrass you.” Tessa puts her hand on my shoulder and pushes against me to gain some height in the booth. “Hey, Clapton! Over here!”
Beth immediately turns her head, connects with my eyes that are trained on her like a fucking vulture, and smiles like I’ve just given her the world or something.
Never been smiled at like that before, besides when she did it Saturday night. There’s no shame to her excitement at seeing me. No containment to it either. And fuck if I don’t smile right on back.
“Oh, you are such a shit for keeping this from me,” Tessa whispers as Beth walks up to the table. “Look how happy she is to see you.”
She stops a few inches away, letting her smile soften marginally. “Hey, how are you?” she asks in the sweetest fucking voice I’ve ever heard.
I’ve jacked off countless times to you. I’ve never been this obsessed over pussy I haven’t tasted yet.
“Good,” I reply, almost harshly. I’m not trying to be an asshole, but reacting any other way to her might result in getting banned from Sal’s for public indecency. I can hear Mia now.
Beth pinches her mouth together through a curt nod, looks down at the floor, then back up at me through her lashes. “Me too, thanks.”
Fuck. Don’t be a dick. It’s not her fault you’ve rubbed yourself raw.
The fuck it isn’t!
Tessa pushes her weight against me to lean closer to Beth. “Hi, I’m Tessa. Please excuse my best friend’s behavior. He sometimes gets shy around pretty girls.”
Beth smiles as her cheeks flush pink, and follows Tessa hand as she motions across the table.
“That’s my sister in-law, Mia, and her two boys, Chase and Nolan.”
Beth lifts her small hand and waves. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Beth.” She taps Nolan on the head. “Cool hat, dude.”
Nolan turns his face up, hitting her with his toothless grin.
“Do you want to join us for lunch?” Mia asks before dropping her eyes to mine. She smiles at the tortured frown I’m giving her, and I can’t help it. I let a quiet laugh slip past my lips, because I can’t be mad at Mia for anything. Especially her friendliness to everyone she meets. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">