Page 20 of Sweet Temptation (Men of Honor 2)
“Sounds good to me. Can we help? I’d love to learn how to make a pie,” Kayla asks excitedly.
I smile, “I’d love to show y’all, come on.”
Going to the kitchen, I turn on music, which is something I always do when baking, and teach my two best friends how to make a pie. I put extra special care into this one, hoping it will be enough for Sawyer to forgive me.
“Another one, Jack,” I shout, waving my shot glass at the bartender.
Instead of going back to the gym, and throwing my bad-fucking mood around at the guys, I decided to come to Badass Jack’s. The local watering hole is the perfect atmosphere for my crappy mood. But when the beer and loud music wasn’t enough to drown out my fucking thoughts, I started hitting the hard shit.
Jack walks over, bringing me another shot of whisky. I throw it back and welcome the burn. “You wanna talk about it, kid?”
I shake my head¸ then regret it when the room starts fucking spinning. Shit, I’m fucked. And the worst fucking part is I can still feel the tightness in my chest.
“You know what, Jack?”
“What, Seal boy.”
I ignore the ‘Seal boy’ comment from the former badass marine. “When people tell you that doing the right thing feels good, they’re fuckin’ lying.”
The older man grunts, amused. “It’s the goddamn truth. I did something that would have made my Mom proud, but the thanks I got was a swift kick to the fucking balls. And I’ll tell you another thing,” I continue shaking my drunk-ass finger at him, “the ones you have to be careful for are the sweet looking blonde ones who smell like fucking cupcakes and make delicious pies. I’m telling you, they don’t look like they could hurt a fucking fly but they’ll take your ass down hard.” Talking about it starts getting me riled up again. “I mean, who gives a shit about cupcakes and delicious fucking pies anyway?”
The older man shrugs, “I like pies. How good we talkin’ about?”
I grunt, “Real fucking good. Dangerous good. One so good that it can rip you to pieces and stomp on you good.”
Jack chuckles, “Shit that does sound dangerous; I ain’t never had no pie like that.”
I grunt again, and I’m just about to continue my drunk-ass spewing’ when something warm presses up against me. Looking over, my eyes crash with a great pair of fake tits. I already know who it is before my gaze moves up to the blue eyes that are caked with make-up.
“All by yourself tonight, Sawyer?” Jenny asks, laying her hand on my thigh, close enough to my dick that it starts standing at attention.
Well that goes to show just how drunk I am when her annoying voice doesn’t even kill my erection.
“What do you want, Jenny?”
“You,” she whispers in a sultry voice before grabbing my dick through my jeans, bringing it fully to life.
Looking her over, I notice how different she is from a cupcake. Her blue eyes, the opposite of warm amber ones, does nothing to my chest. Her straight brown hair is different than the long, wavy blonde one that feels like silk, and she doesn’t smell like a fucking cupcake.
Well fuck!
I grab her wrist, pulling her hand from my cock and yank her against me. “One night. You hear me, Jenny? One fucking night and that’s it. If you want more than that then get the hell out of here now.”
She gives me a smile, one that does nothing to make my heart pound faster. “I’m a one night kind of girl, Sawyer.”
Thinking about it for another second, I stand up and throw my money on the counter in front of me. I catch Jack shaking his head before I let her drag my drunk-ass out of the bar. I push away the second thoughts, that try breaking through my alcohol-induced state, and pray she kills the need I have for sweet, little blonde cupcakes.
When I turn the corner and walk towards the building that houses the apartment Cade and Sawyer share, my anxiety spikes to a whole new level. I grasp the pie tighter so my shakin’ hands don’t drop it.
Darn, maybe I should have let Julia drive me. But I had wanted the walk and fresh air to help pull myself together. I needed time to think about what I’m going to say to Sawyer. Looking at my watch, I pray it’s not too late and that he’s not already sleepin’. Julia and Kayla didn’t think eleven pm was too late, besides I don’t think I could have waited until tomorrow. I just pray he forgives me; I really don’t want to lose his friendship over this.
An elderly lady comes walking out of the building as I make my way up the sidewalk. When she catches sight of me she smiles kindly and holds open the door. “You visiting someone, sweetheart?”
I return her smile, “Yes, thank you.”
Walking in, I slow my steps; my heart is pounding so hard I’m scared it’s going to fly out of my chest.
As I get to the end of the hall I turn left and walk up to Apartment 132. Taking a deep, nervous breath I raise my hand but, before I can knock, a loud, pleasured moan comes from the door. “Fuck yes! Sawyer, that feels so good.”
Oh god!
All the breath leaves my body in one painful swoosh, and my heart sinks into my stomach. My knees go weak, and through a blurry vision I grab onto the wall to hold myself up.
“Grace?” I gasp startled and see Cade walking down the hall to me. “What’s wrong? Are you…
“Shhh!” I put a shaking finger up to my lips and shake my head pleadingly, telling him to be quiet.
Before he can say anything else, mingled moans fill the air. “Yes! Fuck me, harder!”
“Shit!” Cade curses under his breath.
Not being able to listen to this a minute longer, I shove the pie at him and start running down the hall. Once I make it outside I bend over and rest my hands on my knees, trying to pull in deep breaths through the pain in my chest.
