Page 48 of Rescued by a SEAL

She cleared her throat. “I’m seeing someone else now.”

He guffawed. “That dude that was there the other night? The Navy guy? He doesn’t want you. Not for more than a couple of nights anyway. Those guys are with different women all the time. I’ve seen them in here myself. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you.”

Taylor glared at him, getting impatient. “You need to leave, Eric. We broke up a month ago, and I’m working. Go home.”

A trace of anger flared in his dark eyes. “This is a bar, Tay. I have as much right to stay here as anyone. More so, even, since we were together for so long. I can order drinks and sit here all night if I want, then take you home with me afterwards.”

“I filed a police report. You can’t keep showing up at all hours of the day and night wanting to talk to me. Not when I told you it’s over. How long were you waiting at my apartment the other day? Why’d you come back in the middle of the night?”

“I want you, baby. I miss you.” He stepped closer, invading her space, and she tried to back away again but was trapped between the tables of the crowded bar area. Conversations continued on around her, music played, drinks flowed. But she was trapped. Stuck here in the middle of the bar with her ex.

He ducked lower, his lips hovering near her ear as his hand landed on her waist. His grip was like a vice, and she froze, her heart pounding. “I miss fucking you, Tay,” he said, his hot breath on her ear making her squirm. “I miss your hot little pussy. Of having you in my bed every night and being able to fuck you anytime I want. My cock is hard as a rock right now. Let’s go home and make up, baby. I’ll make you scream my name until you can’t take it anymore. I’ll fuck you hard all night long and show you who your man is.”

Taylor pulled back and slapped him across the face, shocked, drawing the the attention of some of the other patrons.

“Don’t be that way, baby. I miss you.”

“Are you okay, Miss?” a man seated at a nearby table asked as he rose to his feet. His fists were clenched, his gaze narrowed on them. The other men seated at his table had stopped eating and drinking to watch the situation unfolding.

Taylor glared at Eric, disgusted. “I’m fine. He was just leaving.”

A spark of anger flared in Eric’s dark eyes. “Tay, let’s go home.”

“No! You need to leave right now,” she said, her hands shaking.

The guy standing at the table took a step forward, pointing a beefy finger at Eric. “You need to go. The lady just asked you to leave.”

Eric’s gaze swept from the man who’d stood up to the others seated at the table. He held his hands up in surrender, clearly outnumbered. “I’ll catch you later, Tay.” He turned and began walking out of the bar, but then glanced back over his shoulder. “Keep the bed warm for me, baby.”

Taylor’s mouth dropped open as tears pricked her eyes, and she turned and rushed toward the women’s room, bursting into tears the moment she stepped inside. Maybe Mason was right. She did need a restraining order of some sort, because this was just going to escalate. Eric wasn’t going to stop bothering her.

Maybe at first he’d shown up because he was lonely and wanted to talk, but now he was demanding that she come back to him.

That she come home with him.

Heck, maybe he’d never give up simply because he couldn’t stand the fact that she was with someone else. It was so simple and twisted at the same time. They hadn’t even slept together in months, Eric always too drunk each night to do much of anything. Yet the second he realized she was seeing someone new, he was taunting her. Telling her they needed to get back together.

Saying that he wanted to fuck her.

His crude words had been meant to shock her, to humiliate her, and they’d done exactly that.

Maybe he hadn’t shouted them loudly enough for the whole bar to hear, but they served as a reminder that she’d been with Eric for years. That he knew her body intimately. That his hands had been everywhere. Repeatedly.

He knew what it felt like to make love to her. He knew what it sounded like when she came.

Heated embarrassment washed over her.

Being with Mason had been amazing. Incredible. He’d been gentle and loving and determined to satisfy her again and again.

But the memories of being with Eric just left her sick to her stomach.

With trembling hands, she pulled out her cell phone. She briefly thought about calling the police but instead hit the call button when she saw Mason’s name.

“Hey sweetheart, I’m just heading out of base. Are you at work?”

“Yeah,” she said, her voice breaking

“What’s wrong?” Mason asked, immediately on alert. “Are you okay? What happened?”

---