It’s been a few days. My silly mind let me believe I would see Kameron if I came back out again. I hoped. I should know better by now to not let myself hope for something unattainable.
“I don’t know why I thought he would be.” I smile.
“Umm. Because he gave you your first non-solo orgasm, that’s why.”
“Shhhhhhhhh.” I pull her closer, looking around.
“No one cares here. There are like three people.” She swings her hand out around the room. “It’s three p.m. ona Tuesday. I don’t think we have many listening in on our conversation.” She giggles.
On the ride home last time, I told Lianne everything. She was shocked but seemed just as excited as I was. I mentioned every single detail so she could absorb it all. I couldn’t help myself.
I have never been touched by anyone before, and I don’t think I will ever be touched like that again. That reality made my heart and body ache. It didn’t make sense the way it made me feel. Like if I lost this piece of me, it would crush my soul. Since then, I have been telling myself I can’t allow myself to grow attached to a complete stranger. Not when I’m destined to be someone else’s.
“We aren’t in Everton right now. Don’t worry.”
I nod and let the music take over.
Lianne guides my hips to sway with the music.
It’s darker in here than outside. It helps to lose track of time.
A few songs and drinks later, I am alone, waiting for Lianne to come back with yet another experimental drink choice.
I’m starting to crave these outings more than I should. These moments are making me feel I’m finding myself, little by little. Which had me feeling conflicted because I always felt like I was myself before, but now... I don’t know. What I did know is something sparked inside of me since coming out of Everton. The way I could talk freely, act on what came naturally.
Kameron popping up just fueled the flames I felt growing inside of me.
Lianne grips my hips firmly again, and I giggle as she spins me around.
“What drink did you get us this time?” I swing my hands to land on her neck, but instead, they land a hard chest. My eyes fly open to see dark-brown eyes glaring down at me between jet-black curls.
His sharp jaw ticks as I try to back away. His strong grip on me makes my attempt fail.
“You’re Kam’s friend, right?”
I scan the bar around us.
“Marcus—and he isn’t here, princess. So, don’t go getting your panties all wet.” He looks around the bar as if he is surveying who is watching us, his expression unreadable.
“Where is he?”
“Away?” he says, moving his hand to the small of my back.
I grab it and move it back up. “Well, if he isn’t here, why are you?”
“I’m running an errand.”
His voice sounds like he is bored even having this conversation.
“Okay. So, run the errand and get your hands off me.” I push away from his chest.
His oaky tobacco scent is making my head spin with all these drinks. Lianne is just trying to help me get my mind off Kam, but I’m regretting how they are making me wantto lick this man up and down, to see if he tastes just as good as he smells.
I don’t know what these thoughts all meant or why I am feeling these emotions.
Marcus is just as handsome as Kameron, not as wide in frame, but looks like he is still fit. His tattoos peek out of his clothes from the ends of his jacket sleeves, his neck covered in them, exposed from his collar. I have never seen someone with so many. I wanted to find out just where each of them are ...
What am I even saying!?
