P.S. I Hate You, page 23
“Thanks.” I giggle. “Let’s see yours.”
He throws his drink back as if it’s water.
“Impressive. Do you have other talents or is drinking with a straight face pretty much all you got in your bag of tricks?”
A laugh rumbles in his chest, dark and rich. “You’ll find out in due time.”
Heat pools in my gut. “Can’t wait.”
He gestures to the bartender to bring another round.
“You keep settin’ up drinks, I’m not gonna be able to drive home.”
His gaze darkens. “I’ll make sure you get home safe. Don’t worry.”
My chest tightens. I like him already.
Easy conversation flows back and forth. We gravitate toward each other like magnets being pulled together. I’m not entirely sure if it’s the tequila or him, but I feel lighter than air. The weights that shackle me to the ground have been broken open and I’m legitimately happy for the first time since … God, I don't even know when.
A line up of empty glasses litter the bar. Unfortunately, what goes in must come out. I slide off the barstool and stumble the minute my feet hit the ground. Dylan grabs my arm to steady me. “You alright?”
“I gotta pee.”
A crease forms between his brows. “You gonna make it?”
I peek up under my lashes. “You wanna come?”
“Yeah.” He searches the space for bathroom signs, then takes my hand to lead the way.
“You’re so sweet,” I slur, like an idiot. Rarely do I let my guard down this much. A girl’s gotta be careful who she chooses to sneak into hidden corners with, but something about him makes me feel safe.
And horny.
“You’re sweet, too.” He stops outside the ladies room door and tugs me against him before I could enter. I let out a gasp, but there’s no time to come up with a witty response before his lips are on mine.
The room spins as my eyes flutter closed. I allow his hard body to pin me to the wall. I’m dizzy. Drunk on the remnants of tequila on his tongue as it glides against mine in the dark alcove. Music thumps through my veins. I lose myself in his mouth; allow myself to be carried away in the moment as he leads us through the door.
“You’re so hot,” he mumbles between kisses.
“So are you.”
We stagger into a stall and fumble for the lock. Before I realize it, I'm on my knees. Did I fall willingly or did he push me down? But, when I tilt my head back to question, the look on his face steals my breath. A halo of blonde hair cascades around his beautiful face like an angel. He peers into my soul with a haunting stare that tethers me to the filthy floor at his feet.
“I want this,” he mumbles, undoing his belt.
With the pad of his thumb, he traces my lips. I suck it in then let it out slowly, holding his gaze as he falls against the metal wall.
When he drops his fly, I notice a small tattoo near the base of his shaft. A permanent kiss on the outskirts of the shaved patch of hair. I press my mouth against it, then make a small trail to his thick erection before letting it slide against my tongue.
He groans. I pull him into my throat, milking his cock with my mouth and hands. The guttural sounds radiating in his chest make my pussy wet. There’s nothing else like it in the world. A concert of grunts competing with the busy bar outside the door, the idea that we can get caught at any time, making this tryst that much hotter.
The alcohol numbs my gag reflex. I take him deeper, letting him tangle his fist in my hair as he finishes. I swallow his cum and fall back on my haunches.
“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” He tucks himself back into his pants and readjusts his belt. “Do your business. I’ll pay the tab and we’ll get outta here.”
The second he’s gone, I relieve my bladder and wander back out to the bar, but there’s no sign of him anywhere. I move toward the door, but the bartender’s gruff voice stops my flight.
“Hey! You gonna pay this tab?”
I spin on my heel. “You mean the guy I was with didn’t pay for it?”
“He said he was closing it out then split.”
Rocks tumble in my gut. “There must be some mistake.”
“No mistake, sweetheart. He came back, downed another top shelf tequila, then walked out the door. Now I don’t care who pays it, but I’m gettin’ my sixty-five bucks.”
“Sixty-fi…” I drop my head into my hands, staving off the nausea beginning to build. That sonofabitch. The taste of his cum still coats my tongue. I slam down my credit card and pull out my phone, then load the dating app to tell him what an asshole he is, but my blood boils me sober when I realize he blocked me.
That mother fucker.
“Thanks for the shitty tip,” the bartender snaps.
I turn and flip him the bird as I walk out the door. My instincts are usually better than this. I can spot a loser from a mile away, but this guy somehow flew under my radar. He played me for a sucker. Literally.
All I have to say is: Lord help Dylan, 23 if I ever cross paths with him again.
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Acknowledgements
Special thanks goes to…
Randimae Sherwood whose love of bully romance (and bullying me) made this entire book possible. I probably would have given up after the first couple of chapters if you weren’t such a bitch. (Said in the nicest way possible!) Seriously, though, your help with this book was invaluable. I could not have done it without you.
Also - props to my daughter for the plot bunny! An eleven-year-old’s version of a bully romance, anyway. You are brilliant and gifted, and you’re going to be an amazing writer someday. It will be a cold day in hell before I allow you to read this book, but know you inspired me in all ways every day.
Summer Graystone, Robin Wane, JoAnna Marie Edger—best alphas ever! #JaceIsJoannas
Mad love to Summer for ALL of your help, guidance, cheerleading, and love.
Photographer Wander Aguiar and model Cooper A. for the amazing cover image and Kate Farlow at Y’all. That Graphic for knowing how to make it shine.
Amazing editor, Jenny Sims for slogging through my horrid first draft, and my slightly less awful second draft.
Bloggers, ARC readers, and Rebels, you all knock my socks off!
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