38. Casey
Casey
I refill Caleb’s sweet tea, trying not to stare at him. He’s there with the usual crew for lunch. Turns out, Derek fired them shortly after I broke up with him. Not surprising. I wounded his ego, which was bigger than his sex drive.
“Yeah, well my parents are insisting we have the rehearsal dinner at the estate.”
“So?” Brady asks. “My mom offered to cater everything for you. You know damn well her food will be much better than anything your parents have to offer.”
Madden laughs. “I honestly don’t want to turn my parents down when they’re finally acting happy for us. Besides, we did the bachelor/bachelorette party at your mom’s place.”
“Hell of a party,” Caleb remarks, flashing me a grin.
Instantly, my nipples harden in my bra, and my pussy clenches. It hasn’t even been a day. Twenty-four hours. And already, I want to break the no sex rule that I made!
We promised each other we’d take things slowly; get to know each other again. It’s damn near impossible to do that when all I can think about is him banging me. It’s official. I went far too long without good sex.
“What does Jade want to do?” I ask Madden, trying to get my mind out of the gutter.
“She wants to please my mom, who is oddly invested in this wedding.”
“Mom’s invested because she needs to prove to all of her friends that Jade is suitable for you,” Landon puts in. “Screw that. Do whatever you guys want to do.”
I slip away, taking care of another customer before heading back to the bar.
Today’s kind of slow, the normal rush having gone to the other restaurant in town for their half-off lunch special today.
I busy myself with refilling ketchup bottles, which seems to be a never-ending task here.
I’m halfway finished when Caleb approaches to pay their tab.
“I don’t know how you do it,” he says, sliding the money across the counter. His fingertips graze over mine, and there’s this sting of heat. “I don’t know how you’re keeping it together when all I want to do is strip you bare and fuck you right here on this bar.”
We’ve done that. More than once. Perks of closing the place. Of course, this was before Jack rented out the apartment upstairs.
“Abstinence makes the heart grow fonder,” I say.
“Pretty sure it’s absence. But I suppose either works for us,” he replies, grinning. “Can I see you tonight?”
I pass him the change and let my hand linger a moment, feeling his touch. “Yes.”
He grips my hand and pushes the change back to me for a tip. “Meet me at the football field at eight o’clock.”
Without waiting for me to confirm, he walks off, rejoining the guys as they head out and back to work. He casts me one more glance over his shoulder before he walks out, flashing me his signature grin.
I have butterflies. Damn butterflies. I thought that feeling was gone for good when it came to him, but they’re back. And I want them to stay. More than anything, I want this feeling to last forever.