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Her lip snarls. “You’re a sick bitch, you know it?”
“Like you’re one to talk.” My eyes stray back to the bar. Tyler’s still there. I drag in a heavy breath and Heather’s eyes narrow on me.
“What?” she asks.
“Tyler’s here.”
“Of course he is. Porn scum,” she says with a hiss. Jake walks up behind Tyler, slapping him on the back. Jake points in our direction and Tyler’s gaze follows his finger. Seconds later, the two of them push away from the bar and head toward us.
“Shit…”
“They’re coming over here, aren’t they?”
“God, yes,” I groan.
I train my eyes on the floor, cringing when I see the toe of Tyler’s Converse step in front of me.
“Well, imagine running into you here,” Tyler says.
I glance up and fake a smile. My heart is banging around in my chest like a trapped hummingbird.
“Care if we sit with you?” he asks.
I shrug. “Sure.”
When I look over at Heather, she and Jake are flirting. This is fucking great.
“So,” he says. “Enjoy your lapdance?”
“Yep.”
“That guy is an amateur.”
“Oh, really? I guess you think you could do a better job?”
Tyler smirks before taking a drink of beer. “Yep.”
“God, you’re such a narcissistic asshole.”
A hard, sexy beat booms through the speakers and before I know what’s happening, Tyler’s standing between my legs. “What the hell are you doing,” I yell.
“Proving my point,” he says, dropping his ass and falling between my thighs.
I go rigid. Completely rigid as I stare down at his face. He slides up my body. I can feel every hard muscle under his shirt. Tyler grabs my hand, forcing my palm over his exposed lower stomach. I try to jerk it away from him, but all he does is smile and force it under the waist of his jeans.
“I hate you,” I say.
“I know. You tell me all the time.”
Biting down on his bottom lip, he wraps his arms around me and jumps up, bringing me with him. My natural reaction is to wrap my legs around his waist because my body is a traitorous whore. His fingers splay across my lower back as he thrusts under me, basically fucking me through my clothes. I should hit him or something, cuss him out, but I can’t because fuck my life, this is too hot to actually force him off of me. I catch myself grinding my hips over him and stop myself. There’s a flash of a smirk, and he laughs as his hands slide up to the back of my head. His fingers tangle in my hair before he jerks my head to the side and blows a heated breath over my throat. “I’d fucking ruin you if you’d let me.”
He spins around before he falls back into the chair. The second his ass hits that seat, he’s shoving his cock against me, rolling his hips in ways no man should be able to. His hands roam over my front before he flips me over, pressing his body against me. Our eyes lock and for a brief moment, I see that boy I fell so hard for. Emotions well up inside of me. He’s no good for me. I’m no good for him. Everything about this is wrong. Sometimes the things our hearts want aren’t the things our souls need, and that’s a hard pill to swallow.
“I’m stubborn,” he whispers over my mouth. “Don’t forget that.”
I want to kiss him. Fuck I want to kiss him…I flatten my palms over his chest and shove him off of me. “What I won’t forget, Tyle,r is that you’re a porn star.”
He staggers back a few steps then rubs his hand over the back of his neck. I can tell that gesture of rejection stung him. He swipes his beer from the table and shoves his way through the crowded club.
