The Right Time to Jump (The Easton Brothers #2)

Prologue

Emma

I pushed through the door of Kimmy’s bar, my heels hitting all the notches on the worn wood floor.

I was wearing my tight little dress again, hoping to have a little fun after such a shitty day.

Blake ended up calling me for a booty call yet again, and despite me telling him I was no longer interested, he wasn’t taking no for an answer.

It wasn’t anything to do with him, per se.

He just could no longer please me in the bedroom.

I needed more than he was willing to give me.

I ask for pain, and he gives me a wimpy-ass smack.

I was tired of faking my orgasms for a man I didn’t even see myself ever being anything more than fuck buddies with.

Of course he ended up calling me too much, too opinionated, too loud, and too emotional.

Whatever. Fuck him.

He wasn’t the only guy out there with a dick, and that’s why I’m here, hoping to find someone else to satisfy me.

My friend had been telling me about ‘munches’ for people in the lifestyle, where people meet up and can find other Doms/subs or just have a good time with like-minded people.

But I guess something always turned me off from showing up, mostly me being scared.

I just wanted water and a good time tonight.

Even if that means finding another guy that wasn’t a Dom in the bedroom.

Sliding onto one of the open barstools, I smiled at the bartender and ordered my water.

I sat there, watching the ice melt, trying not to think too hard because every time I did, I thought about all the things that were wrong with me.

Someone sat down a few barstools down.

He wasn’t facing me, but even from here I could see that man was a walking girl magnet.

Holy shit.

He kept his head down, avoiding everyone else but the bartender.

Must have been a rough day for him, too.

Drinking the rest of my water, I stood up, trying to put on my game face and remind myself I could talk to people.

I could talk to him.

The worst he could do is turn me down, but as soon as my feet hit the floor, I heard Blake’s rough voice.

“Well, look who it is,” he grinned. “I thought I would find you here. Things don’t change, do they?”

I flinched but didn’t look at him. Instead I tried to walk to the door. I wasn’t in the mood to fight, not tonight.

“What, no tears? No yelling? You don’t want to act like you’re the victim?”

I clenched my jaw, willing him to just leave me alone or the floor to open up. Whichever would be faster.

“You’re such a fucking slut. A dirty whore. I mean, look at you.”

I bit my lip, trying to push past him again, but he blocked my way. “Don’t walk away now. We were just getting to the good part. Wait, no, you decided I was no longer good enough for your psycho sex fantasies. Fuck you, Emma.”

I clenched my eyes shut, but then I heard a thud. Sharp. Sudden.

My eyes flew open to see Blake hit the ground with a grunt, holding his jaw. Standing over him was the guy that was sitting by me. Tall, in a leather jacket, eyes calm and cold. Talk about Mr. Grumpy.

“Leave her alone,” the man growled, voice low. “She wasn’t put on this earth to please guys like you.”

The bar went dead silent. I blinked, stunned. Unable to take my eyes off him, whoever he was. He turned to me, not smiling, not asking anything. Just a nod as he pulled out his wallet and handed me a twenty-dollar bill. “Take a cab, get home.”

I nodded back, my breath caught somewhere between shock and gratitude, but also liking how he just controlled that situation and then gave me an order. I shouldn’t have liked that as much as I did.

“Thanks,” I said softly.

He didn’t say another word to me as he stepped over Blake and walked out the door.

And for the first time since ending things with Blake, I knew for sure I made the right decision. I needed a man like him .