Page 4 of Unburdening His Heart

“What the fuck, Andrew? What if that’s not what I wanted?” She tries to act affronted, but we both know she likes it when I’m bossy and assertive. This is a dance we’ve been doing with each other for months. The push and pull is too irresistible.

I raise my eyebrow, giving her a look that says we both know she’s full of shit. That’s exactly what she wanted. Her shoulders drop along with the attitude.

The bartender returns with my glass and a shot for her. I pick up my glass and reach over to toast with her. “Cheers to hoping this day doesn’t get any shittier.”

Our glasses clink together. She takes hers to her lips, throwing the shot back in a swift and smooth toss.

I watch her throat move as she swallows, wanting to reach out and run my fingertips down the slim column, imagining my hands there, my lips there. My hands wrapping around her neck sensually, then squeezing harder as my cock slides into her tight, sweet pussy.

Her eyes catch mine, and I’m unable to take mine away. I let her see all the dirty, dirty things I want to do to her in my expression. She visibly swallows, and her cheeks turn pink.

“Another one?” she asks.

I nod my head in response. Why the hell not? I came here to drink my regrets away. It never works, but I keep trying. It’s easier to hide from the family now. With Andrea and Addy both in Fraser, I hardly ever see them. And my parents… Well, that’s a whole other story and another reason to be drinking.

The bartender is faster to respond now, keeping his eye on Charlie. I bristle at that, unable to contain my irritation, and she takes notice.

“Down, boy. He isn’t who I’m going home with tonight.”

I whip my head around to face her directly. What the fuck does that mean? What other dude is she going home with? The drinks from earlier catch up to me, making it harder to fight my attraction to her. Harder to think straight.

“You aren’t going home with anyone but me,” I growl out.

She just smirks, ordering her second shot. “We’ll see about that.”

Yeah right. She’ll walk out of this bar with anyone other than me over my dead body. I already have a hard time keeping my hands to myself, and today is no different, but I’m not going there. I can’t.

I’ll make sure she gets home safe, tucked in her bed at the hotel, and then I’ll leave like a gentleman. That’s okay. That I can do.

She slams the empty shot glass down, turning in her seat to look out over the small dance floor. She moves her shoulders to the music, fully aware my eyes are on her. She looks over her shoulder at me playfully, waggling her eyebrows. “Want to dance?”

I can’t handle having my hands on her. One taste of that, and I’ll be gone. Gone to her lilac scent, delicious curves, and entrancing smile. I shake my head, watching her lips pout before she slides off the stool.

Her fuck-me heels hit the floor, and she tosses a, “Your loss, big man,” over her shoulder at me casually before making her way to the dance floor.

I turn in my stool, my forearm propped up on the bar behind me as I watch her. She dances by herself, her hips moving to the upbeat pop hit. That magical body of hers sways from left to right as her fingers move up to tangle into her long red hair. God, her fucking hair. Another part of her I can’t stop thinking about.

Swivel, dip, arms up, and around. Over and over. I can’t tear my eyes from her, and she damn well knows it. Every time she turns my way, her eyes catch mine. There’s a sexy gleam in them, calling me to her like a siren. I can feel the pull, my instincts screaming to go to her.

A waitress brings her shot after shot on the dance floor. Her rhythm changing with the beat of each new song. Her hips are alluring as she moves.

A few guys have come up to her, asking her to dance, but she brushes them off each time. It never fails. There’s a wounded puppy dog look on each of the poor suckers’ faces. I laugh, knowing I’m the biggest one of all because I’m still unable to take my eyes off her.

A thin sheen of sweat makes her neck and chest glisten, and as she makes another turn, I see a drop roll down her neck, over her collarbone, and then follow the curvature of her large tits to disappear in the valley between them.

I want to bury my tongue between them and follow the same path that bead of sweat took before coming up to her ear and whispering exactly what I plan to do to her.

I do my best to shake my erratic thoughts loose and turn back to the bar, lifting my glass for another fill. The bourbon makes my chest feel warm. This needs to be my last one. I need to be clear-headed enough to get Charlie back to her hotel safely.

He refills my drink, and as I turn back to watch her, I sit up a little straighter. She’s right where my eyes left her last, but now there’s a large burly man standing in front of her. She stopped dancing and now has her hands on her hips. The fun and playful look on her face from earlier is replaced with irritation and discomfort.

I’m out of my seat and stalking toward the unwanted man before I even make up my mind to go over there. There’s no way I could just sit back and watch her get hit on. It’s almost unbearable when she’s not getting harassed. My blood simmers in my veins as my fists clench. I get closer, and my eyes narrow when he reaches out to grab her arm.

I move between them, knocking his hold on her arm away. “Keep your fucking hands off her.” My voice is low and menacing.

“Oh, yeah? Who the fuck are you? She can’t speak for herself?”

Before I can respond, Charlie pops her head around my back, rage vibrating through her tiny body.

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