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She tightened again, a hard squeeze around his fingers that made his cock tighten in response. She called his name, a ragged whisper in the air, then shattered. Her hands dropped to his shoulders, her nails digging into his bare flesh. Her hips thrust forward, bucking against his hand, riding his fingers. Jay lowered his mouth to her, his tongue gliding over her clit as she rode her climax hard against his hand.

Now. Fuck, now.

He pulled away from her and stood up, his hands tearing at his pants and pushing them down past his hips. He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her, stepping forward to pin her to the wall as he drove his cock deep inside her.

She tightened around him, saying his name over and over as drove into her, his rhythm harsh and demanding. Her legs tightened around his waist and he felt her mouth against the corded flesh between his neck and shoulder, her teeth nipping and biting.

And damn, he was ready to explode. Now. Felt his balls tighten as her body squeezed his, urging his own release.

"Fuck!" He pulled out of her and held his breath, praying for control. But her hips were still thrusting against him, searching, and he didn't think he could wait much longer, didn't think he could deny his need for another minute.

He shook his head and tried to step away, but Angie's hold around his waist was too strong.

And his willpower too weak.

The need to drive into her, to fill her with his release was overwhelming. Blinding. But he couldn't, not yet.

"Angie, wait." He didn't recognize his own voice and shook his head, searching deep down for strength. "Condoms, wallet."

A small groan fell from her mouth, her breath hot against his skin. Her legs dropped from his waist and he held onto her as she gained her balance, the feel of her body against his straining cock almost too much to bear.

But instead of standing, instead of letting him get to his wallet, Angie dropped to her knees in front of him. He stood frozen, watching as she looked up at him with a small smile on her face. And shit, fantasies did come true because she closed her mouth around him, a small sigh escaping her as she sucked him.

He stood still, looking down, watching as she ran her tongue along his rigid length, watching as the tip of his cock disappeared into her hot mouth. She leaned forward, taking all of him, her mouth sucking greedily.

He dug his hands into her hair and dropped his head back. Christ, it was too much, he was going to—

He clenched his jaw and tried holding his breath, tried willing her to stop. But his hands were knotted in her hair as his hips thrust forward, driving himself deeper into her hot, wet mouth.

"Angie, stop, I'm going to—"

But he couldn't speak, the words dying in his throat as her hands grabbed his ass and pulled him closer. And shit, he couldn't stop, kept thrusting into her mouth, his hands gripping the back of her head until he exploded.

Seconds went by, sensation rocking him. His breath tore from him on a low groan and he finally looked down, watching Angie suck him, watching her throat move as she swallowed. Another groan escaped him, louder this time, and his knees buckled, bringing him to the floor next to Angie.

She looked up at him and he barely had time to register the brief flash of shyness in her eyes before his mouth closed over hers, hot and demanding. His tongue thrust against her, tasting, savoring.

He pulled away with a groan and stood up, bringing her with him. Neither of them said a word as he led her to the bed and followed her down into the softness of the mattress.

And he was ready again, his cock coming to life as he gazed at her body, flush and welcoming.

He was playing with fire and he didn't care. And if he was going to hell then so be it, because he would gladly burn for Angie.

CHAPTER TEN

 

Angie spun on her heel and reached for the bottle of tequila but bumped into Rick instead. The glass fell from her hand and smashed against the hard floor, drawing a chorus of "oooooooos" from the crowd. Angie cussed under her breath and stepped around the broken glass, grabbing the broom and dustpan from the back corner behind the bar.

"Slow down girl, you're entirely too distracted."

"Yeah, sorry." Angie swept up the glass and dumped the shards into the trashcan then quickly washed her hands. She turned back and grabbed another glass, starting over again.

Distracted wasn't quite the right word, but she wasn't going tell Rick that. She was just glad the crowd was manageable instead of overwhelming—she could only imagine how flustered she'd be then.

But even flustered wasn't quite the right word. Excited, tired, energized. Excited. Definitely excited.

She still couldn't believe more than two weeks had gone by since her dinner date with Jay. She had expected—had been afraid—that she wouldn't see him again. Tried to tell herself it would for the best. But the exact opposite had happened.

Instead of not seeing Jay again, there had been two weeks of quiet phone calls, lasting hours as they just talked, getting to know each other. Two weeks of meeting for a quick lunch while she was working at the clinic, or for quick dinners afterwards. More than two weeks of laughter as she discovered his sense of humor, his relaxed way of looking things, his ability to be so even-keeled over just about anything.

And more than two weeks of intense, mind-blowing, earth-shattering intimacy. Jay may be relaxed and even-keeled about almost everything—except in bed. And while they didn't spend every night together—they couldn't, not with his work schedule, not with hers, and certainly not with her brother—they made use of every moment they were given.

Memories of last night brought a smile to her face and sent heat rushing through her, and she was certain her cheeks were flushed. She tried to wipe the grin from her face as she finished the margarita and placed it on the bar next to the other drinks.

The guest placed a large bill on the counter then left with his drinks, and Angie figured she probably hadn't done a very good job controlling her smile. Yeah, no doubt the guy had thought she was trying to flirt with him or something.

She rang up his tab then tossed the remaining bills in the tip jar before taking a sip of her soda. Yes, she was definitely distracted, flustered, tired. Excited.

Funny how just the memory of her time with Jay could have that effect on her. But not even the excitement of the memories could dispel her tiredness, and she had to stifle the yawn that was trying to break free.

To say she hadn't slept much the last two weeks or so would be putting it mildly. She had worked at the clinic today, and had two hours to spare before her shift at the bar started. The two hours had been spent wisely and she had managed a quick nap, but not much more.

Motion from the corner of her eye caught her attention and she looked over. Her smile broadened and she walked over, leaning across the bar as Jay leaned forward.

"Hey."

"Hey, yourself." Neither of them said anything else, they just stood there watching each other. Jay grinned and leaned a little closer and Angie wondered if he would actually kiss her, right there at the bar.

His gaze dropped to her mouth and she held her breath, waiting. But his grin only broadened as he looked back into her eyes.

She cleared her throat and looked down, trying to tame the burn that just his look caused. "So, what would you like?"

"Hm. I don't think you're serving what I want right now."

"No?"

"Definitely not." Desire flashed in his eyes and she felt the flame curl higher in her stomach as he pinned her with a smoldering look. Angie wished she could offer some witty comeback, some sexy response, but all she could do was grin at him.

He cleared his throat and leaned back just a bit, putting some space between them. He glanced over his shoulder and she followed his gaze, her eyes resting on the guys from his shift.

Including her brother, Dave.

She swallowed her sigh of frustration and turned back to Jay, noticing the same look of frustration on his face.

"Well, since I can't have what I really want right now, how about another round?"

Angie smiled then busied herself with pulling the assorted beers from the cooler. She arranged them on a tray then passed it to Jay. His hand brushed against hers when he grabbed it, his touch warm and lingering against her fingers before he finally straightened.

He lowered his gaze to her mouth once more, then offered her another smile and a slow wink. She swallowed, her gaze hungry as she watched him walk away.

"Need me to hose you down?"

"What?" She turned to face Rick, not really catching his words. He raised his eyebrows in question as he glanced at the spot Jay had occupied before looking back at her.

"I said, do you need me to hose you down? Maybe throw you in the cooler?"

"Was it that obvious?"

"Let's put it this way: I was tempted to pour ice down your back just to see how fast it would boil."

"Shit." Angie shook her head and busied herself with straightening behind the bar. Had she been that obvious? Yeah, she had been. And if Rick had noticed, that meant anyone else could have noticed.

"Don't worry, I could have poured ice over his head and gotten the same reaction."

She knew Rick was trying to comfort her, trying to reassure her that the entire encounter—that her reaction to it—wasn't one-sided. But that wasn't the problem.

The problem was her pig-headed, over-protective brother and what he would do if he found out.

"So. Doesn't he work with your brother?" Angie moaned, not surprised that Rick knew who everyone was. Of course he knew—he was the main bartender, he knew everyone who came in here.

And it wasn't like Dave and Jay and the rest of their shift never came in here. No, they were pretty much regulars, along with all the other firemen and paramedics that came in. There was no sense in lying to Rick, so she let out a deep breath and nodded.

"Yeah. Yeah, he does."

"And I take it Dave doesn't know?"

"No, Rick, he doesn't know. And I'd like to keep it that way."

Rick held his hands up, mocking surrender as he laughed. "Easy girl. I'm not about to tell you what you can and can't do. But if you want to make sure he doesn't find out, you need to tone it down some."

"Okay, yeah. Thanks."

She offered him a smile to let him know she really did appreciate his advice, then moved to wait on another customer. The next hour passed in much the same fashion, with lulls between customers and what she hoped were inconspicuous glances between her and Jay. It was during one of these glances—which was probably too long to be considered a glance—that she felt a sharp jab in her side. She rubbed her hand along her ribs and shot Rick a dirty look.

"What was that for?"

"Just a heads-up." He nodded over her shoulder and she turned around, expecting to see Dave glowering at her. Instead her eyes came to rest on Todd, and she didn't bother hiding her groan. Rick looked at her, silently asking if she wanted him to wait on her ex, but she shook her head then walked over to where he was standing.

"What do you want?"

"You must not make much in tips if you treat all your customers this way." Todd's comment drew a laugh from his two friends but she ignored them, facing Todd with one hand on her hip and a plastic smile on her face.

"What I do or don't make isn't any of your business, Todd. Now do you want something to drink or not?"

"Yeah, give us three Jager Bombs."

Angie rolled her eyes, not surprised that his drink choice reflected his maturity. She moved to the second cooler and grabbed two cans of energy drinks, then filled three pint glasses halfway full before pouring three chilled shots. She took everything back over and placed the drinks on the bar.

"Do you want to start a tab or pay now?"

"No, we'll definitely start a tab."

She started to turn away but Todd grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. "So who's the guy?"

"What guy?"

"That guy over there, the one who keeps watching you. The one who was here with you last month."

Angie pulled her wrist from his hand and stepped back, fixing him with a glare that he completely ignored. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

She moved to the other side of the bar and chatted with some other customers, pouring drinks and pulling bottles from the cooler. The place between her shoulder blades began itching, and she knew it was because Todd was watching her every move. She tried to ignore him, ignore the laughter and loud comments his friends were making.

What had she ever seen him? She still couldn't believe they had dated, even if it had only been for a few weeks. And she didn't understand why he was suddenly showing up here, months after she had broken it off with him.

"I need to go in the back real quick. You going to be okay out here?"

She looked up at Rick, surprised at his question, then realized he was watching Todd and his friends. Angie rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine. They're assholes, but they're harmless."

"Okay. Holler if you need me."

Angie smiled her appreciation, then grimaced when Todd called her over.

"Another round, babe."

"I'm not your 'babe', so cool it."

She turned her back on him and busied herself with making another round. She noticed Jay watching her in concern and she gave him a small smile to let him know she was fine. Then she took the drinks back to Todd and started collecting the empty glasses. 

Before she could stack them together and grab them, Todd reached out and snagged her left wrist, his grip tighter this time.

"No, don't go. I want to talk to you."

"Todd, get off me." She tried pulling out of his grip but his hand closed more tightly around her, pulling her closer until she was forced to lean across the bar. She clenched her jaw and yanked again. "Todd, I mean it. Get off."

"C'mon Angie, I just want to talk. I missed you."

She shook her head and pulled, but still couldn't get away from him. She reached out and closed her free hand over his and tried prying his fingers off, but his grip tightened even more. Her breath escaped in a hiss as pain shot up her arm and she looked up at Todd, suddenly worried. His eyes were glazed, his mouth turned down in a frown as he stared at her.

"Angie, I just want to spend time with you. C'mon, stop playing hard to get."

"Todd, you're hurting me." Her words came out in a low hiss, from shock and pain as the bones in her wrist ground together.

"Let her go. Now."

Angie looked over, relief filling her when she saw Jay walking over, his long gait rapidly closing the distance between them. His fists were clenched by his side and a feral look glowed in his eyes. And Angie had thought he was relaxed and even-keeled? Not now, not with the danger thrumming through his tense body. Angie looked behind him and saw he wasn't alone, that several other guys were now bearing down on them.

Todd released his hold on her wrist. But Angie's relief quickly turned to dismay when he stood up, so quickly his stool slid back. His two friends joined him, but at least they had the sense to look worried. This could get out of hand so quickly and she needed to do something before it did. She turned and looked for Rick but didn't see him, so she hurried around the bar and stepped between Todd and Jay—and Jay's coworkers.

"Todd, you need to leave. Now."

"I'm not going anywhere."

Why wouldn't he listen? Was he so stupid that he couldn't see the trouble that was brewing directly in front of him? She blew out a heavy sigh and shoved her hair out of her face, then reached out to touch him on the shoulder.

Except Todd was drunk and instead of just standing there, he must have taken it as some kind of invitation because he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close against him.

"Todd, enough. Leave." She pushed against his chest but he ignored her.

"Come with me, Angie. We can catch up."

Angie was suddenly pulled backwards, hard enough to break the hold Todd had around her waist. She stumbled and nearly fell, catching herself at the last minute by grabbing the edge of the bar with her left hand.

She ignored the flare of pain that shot through her wrist and looked around, trying to get her bearings. There was a flurry of movement in front of her, several flashes and quick grunts. A fuzzy reminder popped into her mind, a warning Rick had given her when she first started working here: never get in the middle of a bar fight. Angie quickly stepped back, moving away.

But it wasn't a bar fight. Or if it was, it was the shortest bar fight in history, over before it really even began. Rick had hold of Todd by his arm and was leading him none too gently toward the door. Todd's friends followed, walking more slowly, as if they were afraid to get too close.

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