I shrugged. “Bring her on.”
“Bring who on?” Amelia asked.
I looked up to find her standing directly in front of me with only the bar between us.
She’d pulled all of her hair back into a low ponytail at the base of her neck, and her ballcap was still on backward.
My ballcap, to be specific.
“I like your cap,” I teased.
She smiled blindingly at me. “I couldn’t really go stealing one of those KPD hoodies that I keep seeing. It’s too damn hot. Hence the hat.”
I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“Looks better on you, anyway,” Saint remarked before taking a sip of his drink.
He emptied it and placed it on the counter.
Amelia gestured toward it. “Can I get you a refill before I go?”
Saint shook his head. “Nah. I’m about to head out. Need to ask for her keys?”
I turned to my girl. “Sammy’s gonna take your car home.”
She nodded and reached into her pocket, producing her keys.
Sammy picked them up, downed the rest of his tea, and then placed it on the counter next to Saint’s.
“Thank you for the exciting night,” he said. “I’ll drop the keys off through your mail slot.”
Amelia grinned at him. “Thanks, man.”
Sammy winked and took off, Malachi following closely behind him with a wave.
Saint was soon to follow, not bothering to offer a goodbye.
Finally it was Nathan and me, and he was staring at Amelia in a way that was making me stare back at him in warning.
“You know Reggie?” he finally asked.
Amelia raised her eyebrows at him. “Yeah.”
“What did you mean the other day?” he asked, standing up and fishing his wallet out of his pocket.
“When I said ‘Reggie messed up when she let you go?’” she confirmed.
Nathan nodded.
“Exactly what I meant. She let you go,” Amelia said. “And she shouldn’t have.”
Nathan narrowed his eyes. “We were never together. Hell, half the time she couldn’t stand the sight of me. I was never hers to let go.”
“Weren’t you?” Amelia asked.
Nathan frowned and looked away.
He shoved his hand in his pocket as he did, slid a couple of bills out of his wallet with a twenty folded on top, and left without another word.
Amelia picked up the money and looked at it, twisting her fingers to fan out the money.
It was then you could see the five hundred-dollar bills underneath the twenty.
“Do you think he realizes he just gave me a five-hundred-dollar tip?” she asked curiously, watching Nathan walk out the door of the strip club.
“I think he knows exactly how much he gave you,” I confirmed. “And I’m not too sure he liked what he heard.”
She shrugged. “I don’t imagine that he would. It’s never easy to learn that you were responsible for breaking someone’s heart.”
I turned to survey her. “I’ll never break your heart, Amelia.”
She leaned over the bar as far as she could. “Take me home, Adam.”
Chapter 18
Boom-chicka-bow-wow.
-Text from Sammy to Adam
Adam
The moment we hit the threshold of my house, I slammed the door closed, accidentally kicked the keys that Sammy had dropped through the mail slot across the floor, and dropped to my knees right there in the entryway.
All the while, I held onto Amelia’s small form and took her down to the floor right along with me.
She gasped as we went down, her fingers clutching at my shoulders as if I would drop her.
She was allowed, I supposed, to not have that kind of faith in me yet. We were new. She didn’t know me all that well.
But I would never, ever, drop her. Just like I would never, ever, let her go.
I’d come to a conclusion in the bar tonight.
I may have known her for a very short period of time, but I knew in that instant that she was going to be it for me.
She was going to be my one and only for the rest of our lives.
She moaned and tugged on my hair, momentarily making me forget all about making her mine forever, and instead making me focus on the here and now.
On making her feel the need and the out of control feeling that she was making me feel.
“I don’t know how you do this,” she breathed. “I don’t know how you make me feel so giddy. So excited. So…”
Her breath caught on the last words, and I used the moment of quiet to press my mouth down onto hers and grind my hips down into hers.
The jeans had to go.
Yanking myself away, I roughly unbuttoned her jeans, my entire body freezing at the way her buttons went pop-pop-pop-pop so easily.
“Jesus Christ,” I said at her button fly. “That was beautiful.”
She snickered. “Button fly jeans are the best.”
They were.
I couldn’t wait for her to wear them again so I could do it more.
But since I had other things to focus on right then, I stripped them off of her legs. Seconds later, her panties followed, until she was completely bare from the waist down.
And the flimsy little tank top she was wearing left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Her nipples were hard points begging me to play with them as I returned to between her legs.
Running the backs of my knuckles over the seam between her leg, I groaned when I found her completely drenched.
“You want me?” I asked, doing it all over again.
Her body jolted when one knuckle came into contact with her clit.
“Yes,” she hissed. “I’ve wanted you all night long. Less playing, more doing.”
I would’ve normally taken my time. Done the good guy thing and given her an orgasm or two before taking my own.
But she was right.
I had wanted her all night, too.
Seeing her for the last couple of hours while she worked, teasing me with every little thing that she did?
I was broken.
Lost.
And I would only be found again when I was finally able to come inside of her.
The moment my jeans were lowered enough for my cock to burst free, I was positioning myself at her entrance.
“Adam, please.”
Those words coming off of her lips? It had the power to bring me to my knees.
“Goddamn,” I growled, curling my body over hers as I started to penetrate her entrance.
She keened and spread her legs wider, asking for more and more until I was fully seated to the hilt.
She gasped, shaking, and writhed underneath of me, trying to make herself take more of me.
“Relax,” I growled.
She stopped moving underneath of me, her hips bucking slightly, and growled at me. “I can’t relax, Adam. You’re really big. I’m kind of small. And I want you to MOVE!”
I licked her collarbone, grinning as I did.