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“Seriously, you’re too perfect to still be available,” I said as I took another sip from my wine.
“I could say the same about you. As many guys as I saw you with, they never seemed to last long.”
“Wow, are you implying I get around?” I asked like I was offended, even though I wasn’t.
He laughed, shaking his head. “No, no, don’t turn this around. You know what I mean. You only kept them around a short time and cut them loose.” A surprised look fell over my face. “I work at the bar, can’t help but overhear the conversations,” he added quickly.
“Speaking of that, is Jaz covering again? Is she gonna kill us because you keep bailing on her?”
He put his utensils down and cleared his throat, “I mentioned earlier you don’t need to worry about anything. I decided to hire another bartender and keep my schedule open.”
“You mean, you don’t have to work anymore?” I asked with surprise in my voice.
He shook his head gently. “Not exactly. I still have to manage the place and handle the business side of things. But this way I won’t work nights, with the exception of a fill in here and there. Is it too much? Too soon?”
I shook my head, “No, that’s really cool. I can’t believe you’ve been bartending all this time when you didn’t have to. But why now?”
“Uh,” he sighed, “shit. This sounds crazy to say. I just heard it and it’s crazy. I just want to be with you as much as I can, Lucy. And I’ve thought about this a lot before all of this,” he said as he waved his arms around, “but in my mind there was no reason to cut back. It wasn’t like I had someone to go home to. But now,” he reached across the table and grabbed my hand again, “I just want to be able to really be with you, not just watch you from across the bar.”
I was getting flushed, and my heart was racing. It had only been a few days. But it really did seem like much longer. He was shifting his life for me. This was completely new territory. I could barely get anyone before him to commit to a hard time to meet up. I felt a rush of warmth and nerves building in my stomach.
“Lucy, I’m sorry. Like I said, I’ve considered this before, but now I had a reason. But I don’t expect you to be with me every waking moment.” He started to move his hand away, but I grabbed it.
“No, don’t be sorry. I’m just overwhelmed.” I took a deep breath and audibly blew it out. “You really did this, for me?” I was staring across, my eyes beginning to twinkle from the tears that were gathering.
He smiled as he squeezed my hand back, “I’d do anything for you, Lucy.”
I took my free hand to grab my napkin from my lap and dab at my eyes.
“I’m sorry, it must be the wine. I don’t usually get like this.”
“Hey, you need to stop apologizing for everything. You don’t have any reason to be sorry.” He leaned over and kissed my hand. “Now, let’s eat this steak. I’m hungry for something else, but I can’t have it here.”
Blood rushed to my cheeks again as I saw his eyes, definitely hungry for something other than what was on his plate. I could barely eat thinking of the things he planned for later. But I did manage to enjoy some of the amazing meal.
My mind was still processing the things he said as I cut my steak and took bites while listening to him talk about the club. My mind was having trouble catching up, but my heart was wanting to burst. Was this for real? Did he seriously change things for me? This was all so foreign to me. But it felt right.
It was obvious we both had the same thing on our mind, but he kept telling me to eat up. Him staring across as his eyes grew darker and darker wasn’t helping. I finally put my utensils down as a sign I was ready to leave. He called the server over for the check and pulled out cash then stood and reached his hand out to me.
Once we got the car, he drove as fast as he could without getting pulled over. He drove back to my apartment, and we practically ran inside. Once the door shut, we were tearing each other’s clothes off as we worked our way to my room.
His mouth was attacking mine as I slammed my door. We fell to the bed, and it was a blur of limbs flying around and hands running over each other as we managed to peel the last bit of clothes off.
We rolled and I was over him ready to lower myself, but he picked me up under my arms and tossed me down hard on the bed then yanked my legs to the edge of the bed and quickly had his face between my legs. His tongue worked circles with the perfect amount of pressure. My breaths were unsteady, and my legs shook. I reached down and grabbed his hair in my hands, and he went in harder and faster. I was squeaking not even able to moan from the shots of electricity being jolted to my muscles with each lick.
My legs were shaking harder now so I called out to him as best I could, “Jason, come to me now.”
He didn’t come to me at first, but I tugged on his hair and pleaded, “Jason, now.”
He finally slowed and made his way up my abdomen, stopping to give attention to each breast with his mouth, pushing my arms out away from me with his palms. My mind was spinning, and every inch of my skin was tingling at his touch. He finally met my mouth again and I felt him slowly slide inside, taking my breath away.
He worked slowly, still pinning my arms to the bed. I rocked my hips with him, and our tongues kept tangling. He slowly ran his hands over my arms toward my body, so I used my arms and some momentum to roll us over.
I sat tall over him, his hands kneading my breasts but then he sat up, taking one in his mouth as he held my back. We kept rocking together, each stroke of him better than the last. His hands ran over my back, down to my ass, then his hands were under me. Suddenly we were standing, with him holding me up. He put me on the edge of my chair and grabbed my hair, watching my face as he thrusted in and out. I had my legs around him and my hands at his ribs to keep myself upright. He still had my hair but pulled my face to him and almost swallowed me. The combined sensations were more than I could take, and my body started clamping around him. He let out a moan and thrusted harder inside of me.
I could barely take in a breath but had just enough to call out his name as my waves crashed over me. “Oh God, Jason.”
As he slowed, he let my hair go and wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him. His huge warm frame was against me, and I could feel every breath he labored through and every quick heartbeat. As his breathing slowed, he picked me back and up gently placed me back on the bed then laid with me.
