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I bit into mine, the cheese contrasting beautifully with the BBQ sauce and groaned too.
“Perfection.”
We talked until late, outlasting all the local teenagers. I was sure Tony was staying open later just for us. Our previous topic was forgotten and I didn’t feel like I could bring it up again. When it was almost midnight, we tried to pay our bill but Tony refused.
“He’s too sweet,” I said when we left, heading over to our bikes.
“He is. He’s a devil though,” Tate grumbled, and I laughed. “Where to now?”
“You want more?” I asked, arching a brow.
“Always,” Tate said, nudging my shoulder. I checked the time and on seeing how late it was realized there was nowhere else open, including the bar. But I had an idea.
“The night’s only just beginning. Follow me,” I said, swinging a leg over my bike and pedaling off towards The Lonely Bison.
Chapter Twenty
Tate
“It’s closed,” I said, as Gertrude began pushing at the doors to the bar.
“Not for me,” she murmured.
“Gertrude,” I warned, not liking the tone of her voice. “What do you mean?” She pressed herself against the door. I heard some metal clinking sounds before she turned to me triumphant.
“Max istotallyexpecting me. He owes me a favor and said we could visit the bar after hours, no biggie.” She gave me such an innocent smile that I felt guilty for questioning her. Of course she had planned this; she took us on crazy adventures, but they always worked out.
I watched as she pushed open the door to the bar and bowed to me. “After you, sir.”
The way she saidsirhad my pants tightening. The whole evening had. Watching her talk with such light and happiness, even about non-fun topics. The way she bit into her pizza with abandon, and humored Tony. She was chaotic but she was also a kind, soft soul, and I hadn’t met many people like her. If anyone. She was special and I didn’t think her ex could sink lower in my estimation. Not only had he treated her like shit, he didn’t even try to win her back.
If she was mine I’d…
And there was the problem.
I shouldn’t want her to be mine.
Except I kinda did.
Iwantedher, that was for sure. I’d spent all evening shamelessly imagining her lips wrapped around my cock, her legs wrapped around my waist and her hands fisting my hair as I feasted on her. I cleared my throat, pushed the images away and stepped into the bar.
It was quiet, dark and surprisingly peaceful. It was nice seeing the place empty and still when normally it was full of noise and people. It was like a secret.
She closed the door and flipped a light switch. The low wall lighting came on, bathing the room in a shadowed hue. The lights flickered gently creating a warm glow and I knew I was in trouble when Gertrude turned to me, a wicked smile on her pink lips.
“Shots?” she asked, skipping behind the bar and assessing the alcohol.
“What have you got, barkeep?” I replied, taking a seat on a barstool.
“How about honey tequila?” She snagged the bottle and pulled out two shot glasses from under the table.
“Aren’t you meant to sip that?”
“Sip, shot, however you like your poison,” she shrugged and poured the glasses out.
She pushed one to me and I held it out. “What are we cheersing to?”
She tapped her lip thoughtfully. “Revelry?”
