Watching her dance with that fuckwad from last week ignites red-hot fury within me. He shouldn’t be touching her the way he is. From what I witnessed last week, she doesn’t even like him. Yet tonight, she looks ready to let him rip her clothes off when I should be the one doing the ripping.
But I can’t and I need to get that thought out of my head.
“You look like you’re ready to shatter that glass in your hand. You good, man?”
I place the glass down on the bar in an instant. “Yup, just thinking about Miranda.” It’s an easy lie seeing as my ex-wife has consumed my thoughts daily anyway.
“What’d she do this time?”
Ever since the divorce was finalized a mere week ago, she’s messaged or called me daily asking for money or forgiveness or fucking anything. Anything to manipulate and wrap me around her finger once more. If you found my last fucking nerve, you’d find her smiling and dancing on it.
“She’s still reaching out constantly. She’s making it impossible to forget about her.”
“You need to move on, man. Block her number and pick up one of the girls in this club tonight.” He looks around and his face falls a bit. “Well, maybe not here. These chicks seem pretty young. What are we doing at a college bar anyway? Is this your midlife crisis?”
“Dude, I’m not that old.” I down my drink. When I turn back around, I easily spot Flynn in the crowd. She’s a fucking sexpot and I can’t help but be drawn to her.
She doesn’t know I’m watching her, but if she did, I’m sure she’d put on a show. She can do whatever she wants. Who am I to stop her or be jealous? We had a one night stand. It’s not like my ring is on her fucking finger.
I order another drink and I down it as fast as it’s placed in front of me. Flynn has spun in the prick’s arms and they’re standing face to face. His hands trail down to grope and grab her ass in her tight as fuck dress. She’s wrapped her arms around his neck and next thing I know she plants her lips against his and I see red.
My only saving grace is that she barely looks into him despite her tongue being very much in the douche’s mouth. An eternity passes as I watch them kiss. When she finally pulls away, she leans in to whisper something in his ear. With a smirk, she heads in the direction of the bathroom and I swear to fuck, if he follows her for a quickie I’m going to break something.
I don’t give him a chance to follow her. “Be right back. Gotta piss.” I don’t know if Trevor responds and I don’t care.
I stalk toward the restrooms and there’s a line for the women’s room, which is where I find Flynn. I grab her arm without a word and drag her into the men’s room.
“Damon, what are you—oh. Liam?” There’s one dude taking a piss who barely gives us a second glance. He’s drunk as fuck and I don’t care if he urinates in his cargo shorts.
“Get out,” I tell him. The frat bro stumbles out of the bathroom and I lock the door behind him.
“What are you doing here, Liam?” I swear my cock jerks just at her tone. My gaze cascades over her body. I remember every moan she made as she took my cock. I remember her mouth vacuum-sealed over my erection; how her sweet pussy clamped down on me.
I. Remember. It. All.
“Your lipstick is smeared. You left some on that dickhead’s mouth.”
“If you’d gotten here five minutes later it’d be smeared all over his cock.” My hands curl into fists and my jaw might snap from being clenched. I make a mental note to see my dentist for possible tooth damage.
She smirks as she reads my face. My reaction pleases her. She’s a sadistic little vixen.
Her chocolate eyes bore into mine, a silent challenge in them. “Why are you here, Dr. Whitmore?”
God, when she calls me that… I adjust the bulge that’s growing in my slacks. Seeing how she’s affecting me makes her even more aggressive and brazen than she was before. She saunters to me, her heels clacking against the tile floor. I don’t move and she’s right under me, breathing in my space. She smells like pure sin and there’s nothing I want to do more than push her up against the wall and fuck her until she can’t stand.
“Flynn.” Her name is decadent on my lips. It’s full of temptation and need and pure, unadulterated desire. I step toward her and notice her pinpoint pupils, likely from all the booze, dilate with desire. “I want to fuck you in ways you didn’t even know existed. I want to stain your skin so you can’t think of fucking anyone else without burning for me. If I touch you again, I’ll ruin us both. There’s no coming back from that.”
Both her exhale and her legs are shaky. “What are you waiting for?”
I lean down to whisper in her ear, though she tilts her head as if I’m going to kiss her. “For you to not be my patient.” I back away and her eyes narrow into slits. “I can’t touch you while I’m your doctor. I won’t.” I don’t know if I’m trying to convince her or me.
“Do you expect me to wait for you? You were a one night stand, Liam. And I have needs.” Her sigh taunts me. She’s acting desperate and I’m playing right into her game
