Page 78 of Happy Hour

I wanted to grab him and hump his leg like a Mississippi leg hound but that could be the Tequila talking. I wasn’t sure Tequila knew what the fuck it was talking about these days.

Marcus and Melissa stood when they reached the table. “Jameson,” Marcus greeted him with a firm handshake. “Thank you for meeting with us.”

“Let’s go to the bar.” Alley ordered pushing us away. “Spencer, carry Sway and for Christ sakes,don’tgive her any more Tequila.”

I wasn’t in any shape to be walking that’s for sure but I wasn’t about to be carried by Spencer of all people.

“Hands off shit head.” I snapped when Spencer reached for me. “You’ve already seen me naked today, no touching.” Spencer raised his hands and backed away with that dirty smirk. I glared. “Don’t make me hit you again.” I warned when he stepped behind Alley.

I watched Jameson talk with Marcus and Melissa.

I had no idea what was being said but Jameson wasn’t looking all that pleased and neither was Marcus.

Jameson didn’t say much just nodded and surprisingly listened.

After about fifteen minutes and another two shots of Tequila I snuck from the bartender, Marcus and Melissa left.

After walking them to the door, Jameson approached the bar and stood beside me, our forearms touching.

My eyes flickered towards him to find him staring at me. The bartender asked him what he’d like. Jameson didn’t say anything just pointed to the shot glass in my hand and held up two fingers, his gaze fixated on mine.

When the bartender returned with the shots, he placed them in front of us. We still hadn’t said anything to each other by that point.

Jameson’s eyes seemed different but I couldn’t place the difference. Maybe it was that defying edge again.

Slowly, he turned the bar stool I was sitting on to face him, the metal legs scrapped across the floor.

Placing both his hands on my knees, he spread my legs apart to stand in between them. His right hand reached across me to grab the salt and then he leaned in and kissed my neck with slow wet kisses before dragging his tongue along my collarbone.

All this in averypublic bar.

Before I realized what he was doing, he shook the salt on the place he just kissed and placed the lime in my mouth.

After licking the salt away, he leaned back to take the shot, and then sucked down on the lime he’d placed in my mouth.

Holy mother of pearl.

Right there, in front of everyone, including his family, Jameson pulled the lime from his mouth and gave me another passionate kiss, similar to the one in the pick-up last night.

Ignoring Spencer’s catcalls and Aiden’s whistling, he attacked my mouth with angry kisses, his hands fisted in my hair welding my mouth to his.

I didn’t know what to do or how to react so I just simply gave in and returned the passion.

Once I became light headed from the lack of oxygen, I pulled away but his mouth never left my skin, instead it moved to my neck.

“Jameson,” Alley warned after another minute. “There’s a better place for this sort of thing.”

Jameson ignored her, his arms wrapped firmly around my waist pulling me towards him and his camshaft pressed nicely against its crankcase.

I nearly fell off the barstool just trying to get closer. My crankcase brought back her justifications and wiggled against him.

His hands immediately flew to my hips to stop me. “Stop that,” he growled in a low husky voice. I didn’t though. I did it once more to savor the feeling. “Unless you want me to fuck you up against this very bar,stopit.”

“That’s one we haven’t done yet.”

“Don’t tempt me.” He stated firmly, his eyes hard and completely serious. “I’m really not in the mood to be challenged.”

“Stop that you two,” Alley nudged Jameson. “You’rein public. Try and behave like normal civilized people and not like two hormone enraged seventeen year olds.”

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