Page 63 of Tomorrow Belongs to Us
He grins. “No, but I had a pretty fine threesome a few weeks back. Girls talk, and that fucker is the talk of the college right now.”
My heart sinks and sinks down into my belly like a stone in water.
“I don’t blame her boyfriend for wanting to shoot the fucker,” the injured guy retorts, wiping his nose with a bloodied tissue.
The two men laugh.
The air in my lungs empties with a whoosh.
Chapter 24
MEGAN
The evening has quickly descended into a drama of epic proportions.
I rush past the heaving throng of people filling the bar to bursting point. Many turned around to watch Lance be taken outside by the burly security men, and now they part as I rush past.
I need to know. I need to be sure. Something Lance said made sense. I recall the absence of family photos, the woman's touch, the sparseness of his apartment when I was there. It didn’t seem at all like a family home.
I rush out into the warm night air but it's dark now and I can't make anything out in the inky darkness. I look around frantically for him but there's no sign of him. I fish out my cell phone to call him.
“Megan?”
His voice comes at me from behind. I turn around as he steps out from the shadows.
He's my protector, a little voice inside my head tells me. I can't help but look at him, take in his body and admire the sheer hardness of his muscles. There's not an ounce of mid-life softness on him. “Didn’t they tell you to leave?” I attempt to sound casually unconcerned, but he steps towards me, I want to shrink inwards to protect myself from him seeing the truth; that I am drawn to him. That he saved me, again, that he is always saving me. But should I be worried that he’s always following me around?
“They did.” He walks into my view, his face bathed in the light from the lamp above us.
“Then why haven’t you?”
“I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“This is obsessive, stalking, creepy behavior.” My heart which was starting to fill with appreciation, pauses.
“What is?” He scowls. “Making sure you’re safe?”
“Following me.”
“I was looking through the windows to make sure.” He takes a few steps towards me. “What areyoudoing out here?”
I fold my arms defensively. “I came looking for you.”
He's no more than a few inches away from me now. My breath hitches and my body starts to react to him in a way that is at odds with the logic of the situation. I have tasted him. I've been on my knees and pleasured him. I've made him come. And I want more of it. I want to be close to him, I want to kiss him and touch him, and have him do those things back to me.
What is he doing here? What does he want? This man has a family. I should get the hell away from him. “I don’t need saving.” My brain wins the fight between logic and romance. He might think he’s an action hero, springing to women’s defenses, but I don’t need to be saved, least of all by him.
“You don’t, but—”
“You saved the student, and now you’ve come to my aid. I’m capable of handling guys, even the ones who are complete idiots.”
“That jerk was being an asshole.”
“I’ve met a fair view of them. I can handle them. Why are you here, anyway?” I ask.
“We need to talk. It’s important.”
My armor hardens. The walls of the brick wall protecting my heart go up. “You’re married.”
