‘That was a little rude. Beg for a kiss and then push me off right as it was getting good.’ Drew pushed his dark, wet hair back out of his eyes.
‘This is about learning how to please Sarah. Not whatever this is.’ Shame made my words acidic against my tongue.
‘I’m just teaching you, man. It’s not like I feel anything for you. Just trying to give you an insight into her filthy little head.’
Drew’s words both angered me and ripped my stomach out through my asshole.
I hated the way he spoke about my girl.
But the thought of Drew feeling nothing, when I felt like he’d detonated my entire world with a single kiss? That hollowed me out worse than the guilt.
TWELVE
DREW
The Greasy Otter heaved. The hours had grown late, and with it the crowd was more rowdy, drunker.
I watched Sarah and Jake, her nursing the same vodka and lemonade he’d bought her an hour ago, him swallowing down pints like they’d fill the guilty pit in his stomach.
Jake laughed despite the blear in his eyes, his focus waning as he looked from face to face.
I wanted to wrap him up and take him home. But Sarah draped herself on his arm, every bit the devoted girlfriend.
The bar dug into my stomach as I nursed my Guinness; the foamy head grew thin as the evening wore on. It was probably impolite not to return to the team, and its extras, but sitting so close to Jake without being able to reach out for him was suffocating. I’d tolerated it for years, but kissing him had broken a dam inside me, and too much need was gushing out and filling every inch of my body.
I’d wanted nothing as bad as I wanted to dash across the room and throw her off of him. To cradle his face in my hands and show the world I adored him by claiming his lips for my own.
My fingers grew white against my glass, my teeth grinding at the back as I seethed.
Jake would hate me if I did it. It would ruin everything. And I was closer than I’d ever been.
So I’d just have to keep picking apart their relationship brick by brick until I could build something new without Sarah involved.
The bar was U-shaped, and from my position on the far side, near the toilets, I could watch the group interact. If anyone had noticed me missing, they’d failed to retrieve me.
So often I felt more like one of the extras than a team member. Sometimes I wondered if the guys could sense that I only stayed on the team for an excuse to be close to Jake. Hell, seeing him in the shower every other day had been enough to sustain me through my teen years, albeit occasionally finding myself between a set of soft thighs for a distraction.
The barmaid glanced at my glass and rolled her eyes. She certainly preferred hanging out on the other side of the bar where my teammates would flirt while ordering more drinks.
Sarah carried Jake’s empty glass, walking through the busy pub and placing it on the counter before moving past me to go into the ladies.
The sweet citrus perfume she wore wrapped itself around me, leaving her presence taunting me even though she wasn’t physically there. Like a ghost haunting me, showing me she had what I wanted. Flaunting it.
Too bad Little Miss Sunshine had let slip her depraved side.
The bitter taste of my dark drink washed over my tongue as I took a long sip, listening for the door behind me. Sarah emerged a few minutes later, already looking past me.
‘Come here,’ I demanded as she tried to pass. Pausing, she raised her shoulders in a sigh.
Sarah’s black-coated lashes narrowed as she turned, ready to flee. Furtively, she glanced back at her table, but Jake didn’t see. His voice lilted in conversation, the team’s hooting laughter ripping through the aged pub.
I couldn’t have stopped her if she had ignored me, but despite the hesitation in the awkward movement of her limbs, she stepped toward me.
Inched.
Like a terrified little rabbit.
Her fear pulsed straight into my cock.
