dash

Between years behind a bar and being the son of an overprotective mother trying to shield me from the trauma of my father being in prison, I’d gotten pretty good at eavesdropping.

Even though I knew about New York thanks to mine and Mason’s talk before, I’d hoped by now her indecision would have faded.

All that taken into account, it doesn’t take a genius to see that Mason’s disapproval had hurt her. Despite the past two weeks of me trying my best to push the feelings away, I couldn’t shake the need to make sure she was alright.

Making my way down to the end of the bar a minute later, I tap the bar in front of him and pull at his attention.

“Hey man,” I start. “I need to take a piss. I’ve been holding it for a few hours,” I make a face, pulling a nod from him as he waves me off. “Cover for me?”

“Yeah, man. Go,” he says immediately, thankfully buzzed enough that he can’t tell how obvious it is that I’m lying. “I got it. Take a few minutes, it’s slowing down now anyway.”

“Thanks,” I smile, shaking the guilt left behind and I make my way down the narrow hallway.

She’s walks out a moment later.

Although I’d obviously been staring at her for the last couple of hours over the bar, this was the first time we’d been alone together since I had my long-overdue revelation this afternoon.

I’d thought about talking to her, considered telling her everything, but the more the thought crossed my mind, the worse it made me feel.

It was a horrible idea, putting myself out there like that knowing there was no way she felt the same way about me.

She cared about me, that much was obvious, but the level of emotion I’d been fending off for days only to be smacked in the face with it today?

There was no way a girl like her could ever feel that way about a guy like me.

The best thing both of us was for me to just keep my mouth shut, save myself the heartache.

“Hey,” she says, sniffing back her emotion and looking around before giving her blue eyes back to me. “Where’s Mason?”

“Covering the bar,” I tell her, glancing over my shoulder before I grip her hand in mine. “Come on.”

I try the door to the office, cursing when I find it locked and sigh to myself when I glance over at the coat closet.

“Sorry,” I whisper, pulling her inside.

“What are we doing in here?” she smirks up at me, the dim light overhead not doing her features justice.

“Wanted to talk,” I shrug, wiping her cheek clear of the smudged mascara. “Are you okay? It seemed like you were upset.”

“I’m fine,” she says too quickly, shaking her head. “Mason’s just… we’re having a disagreement.”

“You want to talk about it?” I ask, stifling a smirk at her look of surprise. “What?”

“Sorry,” she chuckles. “You just… don’t really strike me as the talk about your feelings type.”

“I told you,” I shrug. “I’m an enigma, baby.”

She laughs loudly, much louder than either of us expect and our eyes go wide at the same time. Before I can stop myself, I clamp my hand over her mouth.

“Shh!” I hiss, holding back my own laughter as I rest my ear against the door, her giggles escaping her low through my fingers as I let out a sigh of relief knowing we hadn’t been caught. “You’re a gorgeous little nutcase,” I smirk, pulling my hand away from her lips. “Do you know that?”

“Thanks,” she smiles, her laughter fading.

“You’re welcome,” I whisper. “You okay?”

“Mhmm,” she nods, taking in my nod as my fingers move toward the door handle. “Wait…”

“What?” I ask, looking over my shoulder, her eyes still staring up at me, but slightly hooded.

“Kiss me,” she whispers, taking a step closer in the small space putting her chest flush with mine. “Dash, kiss me.”

I stare back down at her, my eyes moving between her blue eyes and red lips before I raise my hand to cradle the back of her head. As I bend slightly, her lips meet mine and the sensation builds in my chest immediately. Her arms lay flat against my waist for a moment until finally, she runs them up my front, coming to a stop at my shoulders and gripping me tight.

She melts into me, my free hand leaving the safety of the door handle and finding her waist, squeezing there tightly and pulling a low whimper from her chest as her tongue swirls around mine.

I step forward, pushing her against the wall behind her as the half dozen coats inside brush against us, a few falling free into a heap on the floor. Her lips taste sweet like cherries and as she reluctantly pulls away to catch her breath, her hot breath falls over my skin, making my cock throb.

She comes back to me.

Her fingers tease the hair on the back of my neck, her other hand sliding down to my waist only to dip below the fabric of my shirt and move back up my chest.

A low groan leaves me and at the same time I tell myself to pull away, the hand on her waist dips lower and teases the space between her thighs. She widens her stance, giving me the silent approval I crave and pulling me further under her spell.

I pull away, sucking on her lower lip as I push her skirt up, her blue eyes hooded to match mine. With my fingertips, I trace the edge of her panties, finding the bare skin between her thighs damp and it makes me crazy.

I slide her panties over, tracing her folds with my fingertips and she bites down on her lip, her head falling back against the cheap wooden paneling on the wall behind her.

“We should really be getting back,” I husk against her mouth.

I begin massaging her, one hand resting over her shoulder as I continue to tease her lips with my tongue.

“Yeah,” she pants as her hands lower to my belt, her eyes staying locked on mine as she begins to go to work on my jeans. “You’re probably right.”

She grips the back of my neck with one hand, my cock with the other and I know my fate is sealed.

I’m in love with the one girl I can’t have, the one girl I swore I’d never want.

Evie is smart, accomplished and if my suspicions are right, the girl that’s going to take my simple little life and run in straight into the ground.

On her worst day and my absolute best, she’s so far out of my league, we’re not even playing the same sport.

The absolute only way to avoid what little chance I’ve got left of my life not going up in flames is to walk away right now.

Right this very fucking second.

I know all that, but right now, it doesn’t mean shit.

Right now, I’m about to fuck this girl in a coat closet.

She yanks on the waist of my jeans, pulling me free completely and in the next second, lowers herself in front of me, wrapping those red lips around the head of my cock and swallowing it in one swift movement.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss, putting my weight on the hand that had been caging her in while the other flies to her hair, gripping it tightly as my head falls back.

She’s sending me into oblivion fast, the sensation of her tongue sliding over my shaft enough to have me releasing a low string of profanity from my lips that only seems to spur her on. When she pulls away for a breath, she hollows her cheeks out, her eyes meeting mine and I know I’m done.

“Come here, baby,” I order gently, releasing her hair and offering her my hand to help her rise.

Before she’s even upright, my mouth is on hers, my tongue pushing past her already swollen lips.

My name leaves her in a whimper and I push her skirt back up, gripping the back of her thighs as I lift her in my arms.

“Grab the bar,” I husk, watching her wrap one arm around my shoulders as the other flies up, gripping the wooden rod above our heads. “Now hold on.”

I hold her eyes as I begin to thrust into her, slamming so hard she begins to huff with each stroke. Her thighs are wrapped tight around my waist, the feel of the leather boots I’d given her so much grief over the night I picked her up grazing my fingers making me slam into her faster. I bend, flattening my tongue against her throat and savoring in her taste as she begins to unravel, her pussy clenching around me pulling me down with her.

Her breathing goes erratic, her pants louder with every thrust and I slam my mouth against hers, silencing her cries.

As her orgasm washes over me, her body tenses before it relaxes, sending me over the edge. With a final thrust, I feel my jaw go slack, the low hum leaving her chest making me want her all over again.

We stay wrapped in each other for a minute, the low thump of the bass surrounding us a reminder of our stolen time coming to an end once more.

I set her back down on her feet, both of us righting our clothes quickly, her fingers wiping my the remnants of her lipstick from my skin.

“I’ll go out first,” I say, touching the doorknob again as she nods in agreement.

“Okay,” she whispers. “I’ll tell him I got a call or something.”

“Cool,” I say low, keeping my voice even despite the emotion in my chest. “You’re comin’ over later?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Alright, see you soon,” I smile, leaning down to give her a quick kiss, savoring in it, praying it isn’t the last. “Good talk, baby.”