Two hours later, we were laughing about who knows what, snacking on bar food and I was two beers in. I snagged the cigarette from between his fingers and took another puff.

“Delilah Anne Palmer!” I heard my name yelled out from somewhere in the bar. I turned to find Andrew staring at me as he stomped over. “Smoking? You worked so hard to quit, and now you’re at it again?”

I sighed, my body sagging. “It was just a drag, Andrew.”

“A gateway drag.”

I glared up at him. “What are you doing here?”

He pulled the bar stool out from beside me and sat down.

He signaled to John, the bartender. “Well I was thinking we could have a celebratory drink.”

“Whatever,” Nathan muttered from my other side.

Andrew peeked around me and his face dropped. “What are you doing here?”

Nathan quirked his eyebrow at Andrew’s tone. “It’s Friday night, this is the closest bar to my house, and I needed a drink.”

“Cool. Just stay away from Lila.”

“Andrew!” I shrieked.

Nathan’s body stiffened. “What did you say?” He shifted, starting to stand.

Andrew’s body shifted as well, both ready to get up and beat the shit out of one another. “You heard me. You’re bad news, I can tell.”

Nathan sneered at him. “What the hell do you know about me? Nothing. So shut the f**k up.”

Andrew stood. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. Stay the f**k away.”

“What way do I ‘look’ at her?” Nathan asked, mirroring Andrew’s movement.

“Like she’s another notch to add to your bed post.”

I had to place my hand in front of my mouth to keep from spitting my beer out at Andrew’s comment.

I stood between them, a hand pressed to each of their chests. “All right, boys, back up.”

Andrew backed down, returning to his seat. Nathan was still standing, but he took a step back.

“I have to go to the bathroom; do you think you two can be civilized?”

“Don’t worry,” Nathan began, tilting the bottle back and downed the remaining contents of his bottle. “I’m on my way out.”

I couldn’t believe my non-boyfriend and my ex were fighting over me. I hated watching Nathan go, but tried to remain unfazed by it.

“I don’t trust him,” Andrew said.

I sighed. “He’s fine, really.”

“I’m surprised to see you two out together. Word is you can’t stand each other.”

I nodded in agreement. “Word is correct. Like he said, it’s the closest bar to our building, and it’s Friday night. We’ve run into one another here before.”

“I still don’t like him.”

I rolled my eyes and excused myself, leaving Andrew at the bar as I headed to the restroom. Just as I placed my hand on the door to push it open, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me in. I didn’t have to look to know who it was. His grip moved down to my waist as he turned me to face him, his lips attacking mine. We walked backward, and I stopped when I met a barrier behind me that I assumed was the sink.

My body was buzzing, high on the feeling of him being so close. Heat coursed through me, lighting up every nerve-ending in a way only he could do.

The hands at my waist tightened their grip and lifted me onto the counter with ease. My legs spread open, wrapping around his waist, welcoming him between my thighs. His fingers moved to the hem of my dress, pushing the fabric up to my hips. He leaned forward. His c**k was straining against his pants when he pushed into my now wet center. One of my hands fisted in his hair; the other kept me upright, pushing against the counter and his body.

His mouth moved down my neck and above where it met my shoulder; he bit me hard. A shiver ran down my spine, and I was pooling between my legs as he clamped and sucked harder.

“But you left,” I managed to pant out.

His teeth detached from my skin, his tongue lapping at the new mark. “I couldn’t exactly follow you into the bathroom to f**k your brains out with your knight in shining armor watching, now could I?”

His fingers worked between us, pulling my panties to the side, and then he plunged two fingers inside. I moaned at the feeling, while I was kissing up and down his neck, my tongue tasting his skin.

He let out a low, dark chuckle. “Already this wet for me? That’s my good little slut,” he whispered in my ear.

I cried out as his fingers flexed upward, hitting my G-Spot.

“Shh!” he hissed then changed to taunting. “I’m going to f**k you. Here. Now. And you’re going to come so hard around my c**k while you hold in your screams.”

I shook my head, knowing Andrew would come if he heard.

He pulled his fingers from me, brought them to my lips, and pushed them into my mouth.

“Suck.” I did as he ordered, lapping up my juices from each finger, and he continued to dictate how it was going to go, “So f**king sexy like that. You love it when I tell you what to do; how to be my good little whore. Now tell me… Do you taste good?”

I nodded in agreement, my eyes transfixed on him. I watched him lick his lips, his eyes fixed on my mouth. I made sure my tongue made more than one appearance, teasing him in the process.

The telltale sounds of his belt being loosened, and the clicking of the metal teeth of a zipper, filled my ears. He forced the rest of his fingers between my lips as he pulled his f**king perfect c**k out and tapped the head against my clit. I moaned at the sensation, like the wanton slut I felt like with him. He teased my slit, slipping the tip up and down, but not entering.

With his fingers in my mouth, he grabbed hold of my jaw and nipped on the spot just behind my ear. “Remember to keep quiet, baby. You don’t want anyone barging in, do you? At least not until I’ve gotten mine and filled you up with my come.”

I shook my head, my body tingling in anticipation. I had never done anything like that in my life, but I would do anything he asked of me.

In one swift motion, he was buried inside me, just as he had said. My teeth clamped down on his fingers to keep the scream in, but my body still let out a sob of pleasure, the whimper slipping out. His hips rocked, pushing his c**k in and pulling it back out. In with a hard thrust and out as fast.

The hand that wasn’t knuckle deep in my mouth was gripping my ass like a vice as his c**k pistoned into me.