Chapter 24
Sadie
Get kicked out of a bar – from Sadie’s list of things she’s never done
“Hey!” Allie stands on a stool behind the bar, addressing the entire Friday night crowd at Voyeur Café . “We’re looking for a USMoto Superbike champion. Does anyone here happen to be one?”
“Ooh! Right here!” I yell, grabbing Cam by the elbow and lifting his arm high into the air. It’s been almost a month, and Allie’s done this every single time we’ve come here. Cam doesn’t even pretend it bothers him. He eats it up.
He jokes and laughs with Allie as he makes his way across the bar to get us drinks, and I head to find us a table. It’s more crowded than usual, but I spot one in the corner by the front window. I’m squeezing through what looks like a bachelorette party when I realize the people look familiar.
“Oh my god! I was hoping I’d see you!” Hanna yells, wrapping her arms around me in a hug I do not want and breathing tequila breath all over my face.
“Hanna,” I say, shaking her off.
“This is so perfect. You’ll get to see everyone. The wedding is tomorrow, and we’re all here!” she yells, though she’s only a few inches from my ear.
Not a bachelorette, then. A rehearsal after - party. Great.
“Do you think I want to see everyone?” I ask, not bothering to mask my irritation.
“Oh, no. Maybe not,” she gasps, lifting the hand that’s holding her drink, narrowly avoiding spilling it all over me as she disappears into the crowd.
When I look back at the table I meant to claim, Jared’s sitting there.
Ew.
“It’s good to see you,” he says, making his voice gravelly in a way I think I once found sexy. How? Ew.
“It’s good for you to see me,” I agree, turning to walk away.
When he grabs my arm to stop me, I glare at his hand, then into his eyes until he lets go. “What?” I sigh.
“Don’t be like that.” He steps closer, but I don’t back up. I hold my ground. “Why don’t we sneak out of here and have some fun?”
“Ew,” I answer. People always say “If he cheats with you, he’ll cheat on you.” This creep is proof. “Aren’t you married now?” I ask.
“Not till tomorrow morning,” he says, making a face I imagine he thinks is sexy. It’s not, and I know I never thought it was. “Still have one more night of freedom. How about one more good time together?”
“You and I are operating with vastly different definitions of ‘ good time ,’” I say, an involuntary shiver running down my spine.
“I think you and I have the same definition, though,” Cam’s taunting voice says in my ear as he drapes an arm around my waist from behind, pulling me into his chest. With his other hand, he offers me a yellow tiki drink. “You good?” he asks.
“Just want to do one more thing, then we can be done with this,” I say.
Jared reaches out his hand to introduce himself to Cam. Cam— who could also win a championship for nicest guy on the planet —does the meanest thing I’ve ever seen him do. He keeps his arms tightly around me and says, “I’ll pass.”
My ex scoffs. “You think you’re better than me? You’ve got my sloppy seconds.”
“Doesn’t count as seconds if you never ate in the first place,” Cam says, and we both have a good laugh at Jared’s expense.
It’s possible I’m being petty, but it’s also possible that I don’t care.
Finding the person I was scanning the crowd for, I yell, “Kelee! Over here!” waving my hand high in the air to get my ex’s fiancée’s attention. Cam lifts his hand and waves too. Luke gives me a hey-quit-yelling-in-my-bar look, and I give him a big smile in return.
Kelee looks a little wary but joins our group, snuggling into a fuming Jared. “Hey, so, no hard feelings, right? 'Cause now you two are so happy,” she smiles hopefully.
I could let her off the hook. She’s getting married tomorrow. Hell, she’s signing up for a lifetime of never getting her pussy licked. She doesn’t need anything else bad to happen. But I’m not feeling that nice.
“Actually, yes , hard feelings. What you two did to me was so shitty—like unbelievably shitty.” I laugh, a realization dawning. “I think you might be really bad people. I’m grateful now that I’m not stuck with this asshole anymore.” I point at Jared, who starts to protest. For once, I talk over him . “But neither of you gets any credit for the life I’ve built since then. And you definitely aren’t part of the love I have with Cam.”
Her mouth drops open.
“That was fucking rude. You’re such a bitch,” Jared says.
“Watch your mouth,” Cam says, still holding onto me. “You will not speak about her ever—”
Jared cuts him off, “I’ll say whatever the fuck I want about that—”
Cam steps out, putting himself between my smarmy ex and me, towering over him almost comically.
Is he going to hit him? Would he do that?
“No fighting!” Luke yells from behind the bar.
“Come on!” Cam yells back. “This guy sucks!”
“And quit fucking yelling,” Luke responds.
After Luke’s warning, Cam takes one step back, and I move in close to him again, waving Kelee to step in closer too. “Anyway, I wanted you to know Jared just tried to get me to hook up with him. If I were you, I’d want to know. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t say anything.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” she yells at Jared, slapping him hard in the face.
It’s awesome.
“I said no fighting,” Luke’s stern voice calls from behind the bar. “You two. Out .”
“You still good?” Cam asks me as we weave through the crowd to get away from the chaos we may or may not have just started.
“Oh yeah. I feel amazing .”
“That was really hot,” he says, a little growl in his throat before he kisses me, and not in a subtle, appropriate-for-public way. One of his broad hands grabs my ass and pulls me against him as he dips my head back, searching my mouth with his tongue. I meet him with the same fervor. When he finally releases me, I’m panting for breath.
“ That was really hot,” I say.
Still holding my body against his, he rocks his hips, rubbing his hard cock against me. “Want to do something about it?” he asks, lips tipping up in a smirk that guarantees trouble.
Rolling my body against his in every place we’re already connected, I answer, “Hell yes.”
Cam’s hand wraps around mine, and he pulls me through the crowd toward the back door. We’re only five minutes from home, but it feels like an eternity. Maybe we can get started in the car.
But when we reach the end of the hall, Cam doesn’t open the back door to the parking lot. Instead, he shoves open the door across from it.
Allie’s office.
I should protest. I should feel bad. I should not fuck my boyfriend in my friend’s office. And yet, I’ve never done it before. So ...
Cam closes us into the small room, cradling a hand behind my head as he rocks me into the hard door. Hands squeeze my thighs and roam higher with urgency that matches the press of his lips against mine. His fingertips explore my hips, and up to my waist, looking for panties I never bothered to put on today.
He groans my name, throwing his head back and digging his fingers into the soft flesh of my ass.
Bringing my lips down on his neck, first over the rose at the center, then kissing across the roaring cheetah face on one side, I suck, kiss, and nibble, devouring the tart taste of his skin.
“No panties? You’ve been walking around like this all night, and I didn’t know?” He grips me by the waist, spinning me around and pushing me forward onto the desk.
The dress rolls up my back as I land with my chest pressed against the wooden surface, ass propped in the air. I’m wildly exposed, and not a bit of the nerves or shyness I once felt remains. Lifting onto my toes, I arch my back, giving him the best view possible. When I look over my shoulder, I see he’s stepped back, staring at me slack-jawed.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he says, running his finger through the slickness between my legs. “Another minute and this would have been dripping down your legs.”
“I want you dripping down my legs,” I say.
He steps back again, licking the taste of me from his finger. “I like the sound of that,” he says, eyes focused on my sex.
“Are you going to stand there and stare all night, or are you going to fuck me?” I ask.
His hands immediately drop, unfastening his pants and releasing his straining cock. I only get a second to enjoy the sight of it before he steps forward, gripping my hips and slamming into me.
I cry out at the sharp sensation, but it quickly fades into hot, intense pleasure. His fingertips dig into my soft skin as he thrusts into me again and again. He picks up a punishing pace, drawing whimpers from my mouth each time he drives forward. The desk crashes against the wall with every thrust, and before long, he’s rocked me so far forward that my toes no longer touch the ground.
One of his hands digs in even harder, almost to the point of pain, but when he taps the front of my hip, encouraging me to lift, I understand. His fingers slide underneath, reaching my clit, starting with slow strokes that only heighten my pleasure. It doesn’t take long before he builds to a pace that has me on the edge of losing control.
I whimper his name.
“You want to come for me, baby?” he asks.
And it’s that —the slight difference between being told it’s time for me to come and being asked if it’s what I want—that sends me over the edge. I scream, and it’s not until I come down that I remember we’re in public—at a bar our friends own, fucking on Allie’s desk. When I look over my shoulder at him again, the fire in his eyes has me not caring anymore. He’s not done, and I’ll stay here as long as it takes for him to experience pleasure the same way I just—
There’s a loud bang on the door that sends my heart racing. Shit . We’re caught. My eyes shoot to Cam’s, but he doesn’t look the slightest bit concerned.
He smirks as he pulls out of me and covers me with my dress. He has just enough time to help me flip over to a seated position before the door bangs open, and Luke walks in, immediately covering his eyes with one hand.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” our bar-owner-friend asks.
My boyfriend stands in front of me, though I’m technically decent now, and his pants are still down around his ass. He covers his cock with one hand, and props the other protectively on my knee.
I grab onto the sides of his shirt and hide my face in his back.
“On Allie’s desk?” Luke asks, sighing with exasperation. “Why do I keep having to kick people out of my bar tonight? Get out .”
Cam and I both stifle laughter as Luke shuts the door behind him.
“Oh, my word,” I mutter, “I cannot belie—”
Luke opens the door again. “Get out now . But you’re coming back tomorrow morning to sanitize that desk.”
When the door shuts again, Cam and I burst into a full laughing fit, doubled over and wiping tears from our eyes. Once he regains his composure, he pulls up his pants, covering his still-hard cock, slick from the hard fucking he just gave me.
“You can check getting kicked out of a bar off your list now,” he says, grabbing my hand.
“Does it really count if your friends own the bar?” I ask.
He scoffs. “It counts twice as much.”
Glancing at the length of him straining through his pants, I say, “I feel bad you didn’t get to come.”
“I don’t have to come every time,” he replies, helping me down off the desk. He keeps hold of my hand as he leads me out of the office. When we reach the parking lot, he kisses me again, squeezing my bare ass under my skirt. “And I’m definitely not done with you tonight.”
“We got kicked out of the bar, right?” I ask, licking my lips and eyeing his hard cock.
“But not the parking lot,” he grins. “Exactly.”