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  But damn’t, I wanted her. Maybe I deserved it, but I don’t think that way. If she wants me, I’ll take her. That’s why I made the offer.

  I stepped into the shower and let the hot water pour over me. I have three shower heads that fall over into one stream, it cascaded down me. It was hard on my tender face, but I endured it. I kept thinking about her, about how happy she was the whole night. And then he went and ruined it for her. I had a feeling she had been through worse, because she didn’t even freeze up when he got handsy. She must have had a hard past.

  I shampooed my hair first and decided she must not be coming in. I leaned against the wall and let the stream pour over me, soothing my muscles. Just the thought of her got a rise out of me, the sway of her hips and the softness of her thighs. The way her breasts swell against her shirt. Her smile, and her luscious blonde hair. I can imagine how soft it is. I still feel her against me, from when we hugged at the station. I wanted more than that.

  And it doesn’t bother me that Joshua has had her, or Austin either. Alexa and I can have something different, well I thought we could. I might have misread her. Maybe she doesn’t go for people who lose their shit so fast, get angry and fight. I would still do it, I would do anything to protect her. But maybe she…

  The glass door of the shower slid open and I felt a pair of soft arms slink around my waist. And then I felt her soft body against me inch by inch. Her thighs on mine, her naval against my ass and her breasts on my lower back. I leaned back and press my hands over hers.

  I stood there like that with her, letting the events of the night wash over us. She was so happy before, and I know it’s gone now. She had done such a good job too, and she handled herself well despite it all. She knows I would protect her, and I know already I would do anything for her. From the first day I saw her, I knew she had a wrench in me. I was itching to tighten it.

  “Kiss me.” She whispered. I stood to attention and turned to face her.

  The water fell over her, droplets on her face and her hair mat to her head. She looked like a goddess of the ocean. I took her small face in my hands, I was so much bigger than her my palms covered her face entirely. I ran my thumb over her soft lips, god they were so soft. I leaned in close, our lips hovering over one another before I pressed them against her softly. Like I was testing the waters, my first kiss all over again. I was just enjoying the feel of her, the water making our bodies slicked.

  She stood on the tips of her toes and deepened the kiss. It made her rub against my cock and I shuddered at the pleasure. It had been so long since I even had a woman’s touch, and hers was so fucking fantastic.

  I coaxed her lips apart and sucked on her bottom lip softly, slowly. I felt every part of her come alive. I let my tongue flick against her lips, she granted me entry and our tongues were colliding in a fury. She tasted so good, so amazing. And she felt right with me, right here and now. I was living for it. I could kiss her for hours, but I needed to breathe.

  “I thought you weren’t into me. Thought you weren’t going to come inside.” I confessed. I panted with her as she looked into my eyes, confused.

  “Are you kidding? I’ve been…crazy about you since I met you.” She laughed nervously, like she didn’t confess her feelings often.

  “It’s just the accent, it will pass.” I joked, and she laughed with me.

  When her eyes met mine again the mood shifted back. Intense, deep…I want her so fucking bad. My lips found hers again, and faster this time. It was almost like a race, but neither of us wanted to win. I just wanted to hold her in my arms, make love to her and fuck her hard and then all over again.

  I let my hands explore her body, her thin waist and lush hips. Her small hands held my sides as she deepened the kiss. I spun her and backed her against the wall, I pressed my thigh between her legs to spread them. I could feel her warmth against me as she grinded against me.

  We both broke away and my lips moved to the supple skin of her neck, behind her ear where she mewled and down her collarbone. My cock hardened to an uncomfortable sheath as I progressed. She took me in her hand and squeezed, eliciting a deep groan from me.

  “I want you so bad.” She whispered in my ear. I growled and took her lips again.

  I hitched her leg up around my waist so she was open to me. I trailed two fingers down her body and squeezed her breast in my hand. As soft as I imagined, heavy and full. Her nipple hardened at my touch, and I rubbed the hard rosy nub between my fingers. I watched the desire etch across her face and I reveled in it. Her hand froze on my cock as I drifted lower, down between her folds.

  She was so wet, and it wasn’t from the shower. The heat of her wrapped my finger as I slipped it inside of her, then I added another, and then three until I was stretching her wide. She moaned aloud, her head thrashing against the wall. She gripped me with both her legs as I pumped my fingers harder, fucking her with my hand. She grinded against me, her nipples hardening against my chest.

  I took her lips under mine again and our tongues swirled together as I brought her to the edge. She tightened around me, milking my fingers as her sex clenched harder and harder.

  “Agh, yes! Kellan…yess—” she hissed. Her moans were loud and uninhibited. I loved it, hearing how much I was affecting her.

  I let my fingers go deeper inside of her, reaching her sweet spot that made her scream. Her fingers clenched my shoulders, but then she stopped remembering the fight. Parts of my body were begging me to chill out and lay out for about a day, but this felt so good—she felt so good that I couldn’t stop. I needed to watch her come on my hand.

  I pulled away and watched her face contorted with pleasure as I curled my fingers and fucked her with them faster. She shuddered, clenched, and then froze around my fingers as she came loudly.

  “Kellan…goodness. That was amazing.” She mumbled. I smiled softly and kissed her.

  She started her hand around me again, swirling around the tip. Her thumb flicked over the head of my cock, collecting the moisture forming there. I panted against her lips, I was ready to be buried deep inside of her. I moved her hand away and positioned myself at her entrance, her pussy gripped the head of my cock so tight I could have come right then.

  “Please…please fuck me.” She begged, and it was such a fucking turn on I was prepared to make her wait just to hear it again.

  I kissed her softly as I thrust inside of her at once. It was like coming home, and I never felt like that before. With anyone. It was an incredible feeling, and I didn’t want to miss any of it. Her lips on mine, her pussy clenching around me…I was made to be here. She cupped my face in her soft, small hands and pulled back to look at me. I mean really look at me, right in my eyes. I buried myself in her to the hilt and watched the desire flash across her face.

  She gingerly touched the bruise of my eye, and the bump on my nose. I know she appreciated what I did, and she was worried about us and the bar. But she didn’t have to be. I wish she knew that.

  “Kellan, you’re driving me crazy.” She moaned and grinded against me.

  I smiled, but moved. My balls were so heavy they would explode if I didn’t do something. I went slow at first, memorizing how it felt to have her take every inch of me. Her clit throbbed and I felt her pulse around me, pumping with mine. I gripped her hips in my hand and held her open to me, she gripped my biceps, a safe area for now, as I thrust into her.

  Her moans filled the shower, echoing off the walls and falling with the water.

  “You feel so good. So perfect.” I kissed her ear and she moaned again, arching her back to feel me deeper.

  I went faster, until I was buried even deeper and harder. Our skin clapped together as the thrusts grew faster. I felt my release coming, but I wanted her to come again. Watching her come is the most beautiful thing in the world. The way she bites her lips, and then parts them with a heavy sigh. Her eyelids flutter and the world seems to come apart around her. I need to watch it on replay.

  “You fill me up so perfect, your cock is so big…” she whispers, as if she can’t even believe she is saying the words.

  I kiss her again as my thrusts grow even again, I wanted to take her up on a slow release. Have her coming for minutes.

  “Tell me how you like it, sweetness.” I grunted.

  “Agh—deeper…and harder.” She cried out. She bit her lip nervously as she looked at me through her lashes.

  “Yeah?”

  She nodded. I fucked her deep and hard, just like she asked. I reached her sweet spot and felt her clench around me, milking me for all I’m worth. I had to watch her come, had to watch that magic before I let myself go. I felt my balls tighten and my spine melt with pleasure as I released inside of her. Perhaps it wasn’t a good choice to skip a condom, but I was clean. I didn’t get that kind of vibe from her…it was far back in my mind.

  I set her down easy and she washed me off, taking care of me like I never had been before.

  “That was amazing.” She said. I nodded and kissed her. Slow, sensual, I felt it in my toes. I feel her everywhere.

  “You’re amazing.”

  She damn near tucked me in bed, worried I had a concussion. I was checked out in the station, but that’s never all that reliable. Joshua and Austin checked on me, but I assured them I was fine.

  “Wait until morning to leave, at least.” I told her. The streets could be unpredictable at this time.

  “Okay.” She wore only one of my shirts, and it fell over her slender body perfectly.

  “Come here.” I laid in bed and I called her over. She snuggled against my chest where it didn’t hurt.

  After everything that happened, we were both out in seconds.

  Chapter Eight: Alexa

  The shuffle between Kellan’s place and min
e was odd, but not in a bad way. I dropped Joshua’s car back off at the bar, but he wasn’t there so I awkwardly left the keys in the office with a note. On the walk over to my apartment, I let my mind drift away.

  Waking up next to Kellan brought on so many feelings I couldn’t place. I had never felt so safe, and like I belonged. He was very warm, so much that I thought he was running a fever, maybe from his injuries. But that’s just the way he was, warm and safe.

  I got different feelings from all of them, I didn’t even know I was capable of such a variety. Joshua was unpredictable and fun, he was very easy to be around and I feel like I don’t have a care in the world when he is around. Even from the few times I had been around him, I knew he was that way.

  Austin had an easy sense of humor, and knows just what to say. I hadn’t been with him completely yet, but even from our little tryst I got a sense of him. And after what happened with that man at the bar, the way they were both there for me when I needed it.

  I knew I had to help Kellan in any way I could, so I didn’t hesitate to bail him out. His apartment was cozy, and it was easy to feel at home there, even though I didn’t do much but shower…

  God, I could still feel him inside of me. Feel his hands everywhere on me. I almost thought taking another shower would make me forget. Kellan did make me feel safe, but also understood. Without having to say anything about my past. His touch just knew how to comfort me. I had never slept so well than I did that night in his arms. I felt bad for even sneaking away while he still slept, especially since I was worried he could have a concussion. I wasn’t sure how hard he got hit, but it was still a concern of mine.

  But my mind was racing so fast I couldn’t think of anything else but to go, and clear my head. He insisted he was fine, and something told me to believe him, that he had been through something like this before. I decided I would call and check on him. But I had to gather myself and my thoughts before I went back to work.

  I hadn’t spoken to any of them but I wasn’t about to call in sick. It sounds bad, but it wasn’t even really a big deal. Yeah, that guy grabbed and touched me, but I knew things could have been worse. And I know the guys don’t tolerate that type of stuff, so if something happens, I know they would be there.

  Back in my apartment I took another hot shower. I closed my eyes and pictured myself back there. First with Joshua in that bathroom of the restaurant. It was hard and fast and what I needed at the time; sometimes we all need that rough, sexy time. And Joshua was perfect for that. They were all perfect in their own way. How was I supposed to choose?

  Did I even have to?

  I scolded myself for even thinking that. They were best friends who owned a business together. I didn’t want to ruin their lives with drama. Oh God, did they know I was with each of them? I almost felt sick, I felt like I betrayed each of them.

  Of course I could say we weren’t in a relationship and that I didn’t do anything wrong. That I was reacting to various moments of pleasure. But I knew that wasn’t even true. I craved all of them. Their touch, their mouths. Austin was the only one whose cock I could obsess about—jeez, what did that make me?

  When the hot water faded I realized my hand was between my legs and I was on the verge of climax. I shook my head and washed off. I was acting crazy. I got out, dressed, and ate a frozen dinner. Then I watched Law and Order reruns.

  I kept debating whether or not I should tell them the truth. Would I tell them all at the same time and watch another fight ensue? Would they even fight? It didn’t seem plausible, nothing did. All I could do was go through my purse and recount my tips. It was enough to pay rent, not including my hourly rate.

  I get paid a manager’s salary because of the extra work I have to do. Bartenders have to settle the tab from the entire night, balance the cashier box. All that. Although I didn’t get to do it the first night because of what happened, I knew I had to.

  Since I didn’t have to be there until seven I cleaned my place up a little bit, it desperately needed it. I wished I had time to wash my shirt, but I thought I would ask for another one once I got there. I sprayed it with perfume, and it wasn’t dirty with stains or anything. I put on a pair of dark wash jeans with a few tears at the knee. I think all but one of my jeans were ripped somewhere.

  Converse were the most comfortable shoes to wear for a long night. My hair dried on its own, and then I braided it down my back so it was out of the way. I started the short walk to the bar, the streets were bustling with students and teachers, babbling on about their day. I couldn’t tell if anyone was still talking about the events of the night before. I checked social media and people were still Tweeting about it, commenting on their Facebook page and stuff. The responses were mixed between praising Kellan, and coming after him for beating up a customer. They didn’t even know the whole story.

  Walking in the bar was like stepping back in time. A few people were on the floor, no one at the bar. Except the three of them; Joshua was seated at the bar with an IPA, Austin was next to him and Kellan stood there. But they were having a heated conversation from the looks of it. I got closer, and then they saw me. They smiled, but the way they stopped talking as soon as they saw me was suspicious. I waved slightly, but I was worried.

  Then they all separated and went to their respective places like nothing. Austin in the kitchen, Kellan and Joshua to the back office. It was odd, and it left me uneasy. I thought Kellan may be angry with me for leaving him that morning. That time in the shower was…special. It meant more than just sex, I should have stayed. Still, I didn’t think that was it.

  As I washed bar glasses I decided they were talking about me. They must have been, because they stopped as soon as they saw me. They must know I was with all of them, but I still didn’t know if they were mad because of it.

  “’Scuse me!” I hadn’t been paying attention, so someone at the bar got my attention.

  “Sorry, what can I get for you?” I gave my best fake smile. The one where nothing is wrong and everything is hunky dory.

  I got him his drink and went back to washing dishes. I gave myself busy work until Austin showed up.

  “You have good handwriting?” His eyes glinted as he smiled. I gave him a funny look.

  “It’s decent…why?” I looked him over. He was wearing an old gray tee shirt, artfully stained with kitchen stains. His jeans stretched over his muscular frame, his shoulders were so broad I could hide behind them. Stubble grew on his strong jaw, and he was so aesthetically pleasing I couldn’t stand it.

  “Our printer is jammed up, so orders won’t print out. No point in fixing it since it is so old fashioned.” He chuckled. He leaned in close to me and I gulped nervously. He looked normal, like nothing was wrong.

  “Oh. Okay.” I nodded. People at the bar never ordered much, other than appetizers or something to munch on with alcohol. It wouldn’t be too bad.

  “Or you could just yell it out. I know how good you are at that.” Heat surged through me as his finger trailed up my bare arm, and then across my stomach until I shuddered.

  His eyes were boring a fire into mine, I could feel the desire rolling off of him. He looked like he would take me right here, and not care who was watching. Maybe he even wanted people to watch.

  “I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I giggled nervously. He smiled and brushed his thumb across my cheek, then he winked and stepped back.

  “I’m in the kitchen if you need me.” He sauntered off with a smug smile and I followed him with my eyes. The angry guy at the bar got my attention again. He didn’t leave a tip.

  I guess I deserved it, in some way. I was distracted. Then Joshua came over about halfway through the night. I assumed they were playing some kind of game with me. They must be angry that I was with each of them. I should have known better, I should have known that they would find out. They are best friends, they own this bar together, on top of that they know everything going on with the bar.

  “Hey, you’re that bartender from last night.” The place was more crowded even still, so I barely heard the guy at the bar.

  He was younger, maybe a reporter or a journalism major in college. I didn’t see any harm in talking to him.