Page 11 of I Wanna Be Your Lager

“Again, with the sweetness.”

“I wanted to see all of you.”

My breath hitches at his words. Why couldn’t this man be Pax? Instead, he’s a two-night stand. After tonight, we’ll go our separate ways and never see each other again. It’s better that way. With my luck, he’s a serial killer, leaving a trail of bodies around North America. That’s more than I want to deal with right now.

EIGHT

YOUR CASANOVA SKILLS ARE SEVERELY LACKING

Lach

An annoyingly incessant beeping stirs me awake from the most amazing dream. I crossed paths with Kat again, and we spent all night exchanging orgasms. I crack an eyelid and groan. Reaching over, I blindly slap the nightstand until I find my phone. The easiest way to stop the noise is the snooze button. I twist my head on the pillow, and I’m greeted with a mop of blonde hair. Last night wasn’t a dream. Rising on my elbow, I peer over Kat’s shoulder. Her eyelashes fan over her cheeks, lips slightly parted as she softly snores. I glance over her body and around the bed. My shoulders shake from laughter. So much for sleeping in a ball. Instead, Kat is the one starfished across three-quarters of the bed.

My finger grazes her soft skin, brushing a strand of hair off her neck. Leaning down, I press a kiss to my favorite spot—the sunflower tattoo below her ear.

“Mmm.” She stirs awake. “Are we doing this again?” She stretches before rolling over to face me. I pull her into my arms and nuzzle the crook of her neck. “My legs are still sore from last night. I need to add more stretching to my daily routine.”

“If I’d planned this better, I could have helped you with a few stretches, but it’s that or me inside you. The choice is yours.”

“Why do you ask such dumb questions so early in the morning?” She presses her lips to mine. “I’ll take the stretches.”

“Is that so?” I roll us over so I’m on top. Her laughter fills the room as I blow raspberries on her neck. She flails her limbs beneath me as I tickle her ribs. Then realization hits me, and I freeze.

She notices and turns to face me. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh. Well, you can go find one again.” She winks.

“And have you disappear on me again?” I quickly press my lips to hers, and she gasps in surprise. “Not a chance. I’ll have to get creative.” I lift the edge of the comforter.

“Using a hotel trash bag isn’t creative.”

With the blanket still in the air, I freeze, tilting my head to make sure I heard her correctly. “This is from experience?”

“No. It just seemed like the most logical idea since we’re in a hotel room.”

I smile. “No trash bags, but equally enjoyable.” I flash her a wink before diving under the blankets and nestling between her legs. Since we didn’t bother putting our clothes back on last night, her pussy is ready and waiting for me. With my thumbs, I spread her open and run the flat of my tongue up her center. Her body jolts from the contact.

“Oh. Yeah. This is definitely better than the garbage bag.”

The last twenty-four hours have been… hell, there are no words to describe it. But it’s been interesting, to say the least. And certainly not what I was expecting. But it was one of the bestnights and mornings of my entire life. So much so, we almost missed the shuttle back to the airport. We agreed to go our separate ways. She took her seat, and I took mine. After landing in Chicago, I went in one direction, and she went in another. I’m kind of sad it was one and done. But it’s better this way. No strings. Nothing messy. I can carry on with the rest of my life.

I hike my backpack over my shoulder as I push through the door of Porter’s for the night shift. It would have been in my best interest to sleep as much as I could this morning, but Kat was in my bed. I wasn’t going to waste a single second with her, so I’ll have to power through the night. I can sleep later.

There are a few customers scattered around the bar, but it’s a relatively quiet afternoon. I’ve been a bartender at Porter’s for the past eight years. My life had been hell, and the owner, Jake, took me in. He told me someone was there when he needed help, so it’s only fair for him to return the favor. I had nothing, so I wasn’t going to say no. Since then, we’ve become best friends. There’s no one else I’d rather have in my corner. In fact, everyone at Porter’s is tight. It’s our Porter’s family. We have each other’s back no matter what, and that’s all I need.

When I’m halfway across the bar, Nora, the most recent bartender to the Porter’s family, pops up from behind the bar. A wide, knowing grin spreads across her face.

Fuck. I know how my entire shift is going to go now. I give her a nod and quicken my steps to get to the back room.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Nora races toward me and grabs my bicep, twisting me around. “You’re telling me everything first.”

I feign innocence. “Tell you what?”

“Cut the shit.” She pops her hip, hand resting on her waist. “Tell me about the hot blonde you were sucking face with at Dessa and Garrett’s wedding reception.”

“What the hell?” I throw my hands up in the air. “That was like thirty-six hours ago. How do you know about that already?”

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