Singe Dad on Tap Page 8

  “Lover boy?” Brit asks, as she ties her hair back. “Who’s lover boy? What’s going on?”

  “Oh, didn’t you hear,” Tara says. “Olivia and Jesse have hooked up.”

  Always the drama queen, her eyes go wide. “Are you kidding me?” She glances around until her eyes settle on Jesse who is chatting with customers at one of the tables. “Seriously, are you kidding me?”

  “Why would we be kidding you?” Tara asks.

  Brit shakes her head. “They’re friends, and well…”

  “Well what?” Tara asks, her teeth clenched.

  “She just doesn’t seem his type.”

  “Ah, I’m right here,” I interject. “I can hear you both.”

  “You sound like you’re jealous,” Tara says, and Brit stiffens.

  Good God, does she like Jesse? I’m not sure why that surprises me. Every woman is in love with the most unattainable, hottest bachelor in town.

  “No, that’s not it at all,” Brit says, and gives a dramatic sigh as she walks away, tugging her phone from her apron as she goes.

  I shake my head, once again feeling like that chubby girl that every guy overlooked. “Well, that was fun.”

  “She’s a douche,” Tara says, and I can’t help but laugh. “She’s jealous of you, Olivia.” Her brow furrows. “I actually think there is more jealousy directed your way than you know.”

  “She has no reason to be jealous of me. Wait, what do you mean about jealousy directed my way?”

  “Go look at yourself in the mirror. I mean really look. But it’s more than that, Olivia. You’re something very special. Inside and out. You just don’t realize it.”

  I smile at Tara, feeling a little better. “Thank you.”

  “Those that do realize it are threatened by you.”

  Now it’s my turn to frown because I have no idea what she’s getting at.

  “Okay, now go. Go flirt with lover boy.”

  I roll my eyes at her and stuff my notepad into my apron. “I don’t flirt. I don’t even know how.”

  “Just bend over a lot. No man can resist it when a woman aims her ass their way.”

  “Ohmigod, I am not doing that.” She laughs and walks away, and before I take over her section, I run to the back office, grab my purse from my locker and pull out the foundation. I pour a generous amount on my finger and dab it on my face. I wince, but the sting reminds me of the way Jesse kissed my mouth, and body…between my legs. If I had to cover all my tender parts, I have to bathe in this stuff when I get home.

  “Hey,” Jesse says coming in behind me.

  The door clicks shut and I turn quickly, recapping the bottle of makeup in my hand. He takes in my fingertips as I rub them together.

  “Everything okay?” he asks, his eyes narrowing.

  I point to my face. “Just covering up the evidence.”

  He laughs, and my God, the sound curls around my body and settles between my legs. “It’s not like we committed a crime, Olivia, and we are supposed to be dating, right? Adults who date usually have sex.”

  “I know, but we’re pretending.”

  “Yeah, maybe. But my cock clearly didn’t get the memo.” He steps up to me, grips my hips with both his hands and drags me closer. “I was hard as granite last night. There’s no faking that.” Heat invades my body as six feet of pure testosterone hovers over me. Dear God, I want him again.

  “Yeah, you can’t fake that,” I say, and remind myself this is Jesse, the guy I crushed on my whole life, and had sex with last night. I know he’s simply helping me, but there’s no denying he’s turned on…by me. He made me feel beautiful and wanted, loving all my curves, and I have to say that is a complete mindfuck and sort of empowering.

  “Yeah, my cock made it perfectly clear to both of us that he wanted in here.” One hand leaves my hips and slides between my thighs. He touches me through my pants lightly, and my sex moistens.

  I gulp. “Yeah, it did.”

  “It’s sort of making it perfectly clear that he wants in here again.” He takes my hand and presses it over his zipper. A tortured sound catches in his throat and my knees wobble when I feel how hard he is. Here I thought he’d be sated after last night. Then again, I’m not. All I can think about is having him inside me, pushing hard and deep and bringing me to climax. My nipples tighten, wanting that right now. How the hell am I going to get through this shift?

  He dips inside my pants, and I gasp as he lightly strokes my clit. I clutch his shoulder, my gaze darting to the door. “We can’t. Anyone can walk in on us.”

  He strokes me, gliding his finger over my clit, and his groan of delight thrills me. “I just needed to see if you were wet.” He pulls his finger from my pants, and I stand there sexually frustrated, not knowing whether to be happy or not that he stopped.

  “Hey, Boss,” Angela says, the door flying open. I jump back, and Jesse turns, hiding me while I try to pull myself together. “Ah, was I interrupting?”

  “What’s up, Ang?”

  “So, the rumor is true huh?” she says.

  “Rumor?” Jesse asks.

  “You two are a thing now. About time.”

  My God, why does everyone keep saying that? Jesse and I are friends—friends with benefits now—and he’s not looking for more than that. He’s my best friend’s ex, who is pretending to be my boyfriend to help me get another guy.

  Could this be any more messed up?

  “Yeah, we’re a thing,” he says. “Did you need something?” he asks, and redirects the conversation. He follows her out, and gives me a minute alone in the office to pull myself together. I apply more makeup, give myself a once over in the mirror and plaster on a smile.

  By the time I make my way to the bar, it’s hopping, the rush hour lunch crowd filling chairs and tables. I head to the pool tables to take orders.

  Colin leans against the table, and crosses his feet. He’s hot and sexy, there’s no denying that, but he’s no Jesse.

  “What can I get for you guys?” I ask, and Colin grins at me.

  “What?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “Nothing.”

  “Beer?” I ask, and I get a round of nods from those playing.

  “So, your boyfriend,” Colin begins.

  “What about him?”

  “He beat me last night. Seems like he’s beating me at a lot of things lately.” He grins at me, and I get the sense that he’s talking about me.

  My God, was Tara right? Is Colin noticing me because I’m with Jesse? I’m not great at relationships, but that seems all kinds of wrong to me.

  “Is that right? He never told me,” I say.

  “I guess you two had other things to talk about,” he says, his gaze roaming my face. I flush at his inspection. I gulp. Does everyone know what Jesse and I did last night?

  “I’ll be back with those drinks,” I say and scurry off, except I nearly trip on my feet in my hurry to get away. I resist the urge to look over my shoulder, but I can almost feel Colin’s eyes drilling into my back. I reach the bar and put my tray down. Jesse is watching me very carefully.

  “Everything okay?”

  I smile. “Yes, four drafts for the guys,” I say.

  Jesse goes quiet as he fills the glasses and I place them on my tray. Uneasy silence arcs between us and wanting to break it, I say, “I hear you beat Colin at cards last night.”

  He wipes his hands on a rag and shrugs. “I can’t let him win everything.”

  Why do I get the feeling that he’s talking about me? I never felt like anyone’s prize before.

  “You’ll have to put his money to good use,” I say.

  “Already did.”

  “Oh, what did you buy?” I ask.

  “Check your locker.”

  Intrigued, I head back to the pool room and distribute the beer. I take a few food orders, drop them off to the kitchen and head to my locker. I open it and find a brand new pink backpack. My heart jumps into my throat. The door creaks behind me and I spin to
find Jesse leaning against the doorjamb.

  “Lucas said pink was your favorite.”

  I hug the backpack to my chest, as my heart misses a couple beats. “You guys did this?”

  He nods. “Do you like it?”

  “I love it, but you didn’t have to do this.” The man is thoughtful, sweet, and checks his gentleman card at the bedroom door. Talk about the perfect trifecta.

  Careful, Olivia.

  He pushes off the wall. “You watched Lucas for me, and I cleaned out Colin’s wallet.” He chuckles. “I thought the prize should go to you.”

  “This was so incredibly sweet. I don’t know how to thank you.”

  “You’re the sweet one, Liv,” he says, his eyes so dark, so focused on my mouth, all the air leaves my lungs in a whoosh. “And I can think of a few ways to thank me,” he says, his gaze leaving mine to take in his colossal desk. Is he thinking about bending me over that? Oh God, I hope so.

  I sound like a squirrel jacked up on Red Bull when I say, “Well, you’ll have to let me know what I can do.”

  His grin is wide, and wicked, and full of promise. “Oh, I will. As soon as your shift ends, I’ll be sure to let you know.”

  10

  Jesse

  My gaze is transfixed on her sweet ass as she sashays across the room and delivers drinks to the guys. Colin watches her carefully, like he’s found a new appreciation for the girl who has been his friend since childhood. I like him, but if the dumb fuck couldn’t see how amazing she was before, he doesn’t deserve to have her now. I glare at him, and his gaze lifts, latches on mine like he can feel me staring. His head jerks back when I practically snarl at him, and he turns from me, going back to his game.

  What the fuck am I doing?

  I should want him to be looking at her, admiring her the same way I do. But for some reason it bothers me. I’d better get the hell over that. What Liv and I did in the bedroom last night was over the top, out of this world, and that’s not just because I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. But I can’t forget it’s Colin who she really wants. It should be perfectly fine with me.

  Should be, being the key words here.

  Well, fuck.

  Tara comes to the counter and hands her drink order over. She’s looking at me carefully, but I’m not up for any kind of interrogation from her. She’s about to open her mouth when I cut her off.

  “Can you get Jack’s table set up for him?” I gesture with a nod to Olivia’s father as he and Heidi enter.

  “Sure thing, Boss,” she says, and I don’t miss the smirk on her face. The woman is too smart for her own good. But I suspect she’ll keep her promise and not tell anyone we’re just pretending.

  I go back to making drinks, filling the dishwasher and polishing glasses. I try not to stare at Olivia when she stops at Jack’s table. She makes her way back to me, a frown on her face.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, Dad said he was going to get a key made for me today, but he forgot.” She wipes her tray with a rag. “I worry about him, sometimes.”

  “You worry about him all the time,” I say.

  She laughs. “True.”

  “He’s a grown man, Olivia. He can take care of himself.” Wasn’t that what I just said to my grandmother? I’m beginning to wonder if that’s true.

  “I know, but…I worry about his memory.” She snorts. “I worry about mine too.”

  “You should. You’re the one who keeps losing her key.”

  We both laugh and Tara casts us a glance.

  “I won’t have to worry about that now that I have a lovely new pink backpack. That was so thoughtful.”

  “Yeah, it was,” I tease. “But you’re going to pay for it.” I nod matter-of-factly, trying to pull a reaction out of her.

  Never one to disappoint, her eyes go wide as her cheeks color. Does she have any idea how sexy it is when she goes all innocent like that? She opens her mouth and closes it.

  “Something on your mind?” I ask as she struggles for her words.

  “Actually, yes,” she says. I angle my head, and go silent, handing her the floor. “I was wondering if you were going to bend me over your desk, or let me ride you in your chair.”

  What. The. Fuck.

  I nearly swallow my tongue as she steps away, leaving me standing there with the boner of all boners, completely dumfounded, and aroused and fucked over…and… When I’m finally able to pull myself together, I shake my head and laugh. I guess I must have unleashed something in the good girl who always follows the rules and suddenly decided two could play my game.

  Play we will.

  I go back to pouring drinks, and the day couldn’t drag on more. I’ve never been more anxious to close up shop. Thankfully it’s Sunday and we lock up late afternoon, after the lunch crowd clears, giving the staff time to be with their families for Sunday dinner. I plan to eat with Lucas and Grandma right after I turn the sign to closed, but before I do…

  Tara gives a wave as she heads out, and I glance around, my dick hardening when I find Olivia washing down the last table. I remove my apron, check the locks on all the doors and make my way to my office. Before she leaves, she has to collect her things, and I have to put my cock in her again.

  I clear off the top of my desk, my mind fixated on…bending her over it. Is that what she wants or would she rather ride me in this chair? I laugh. I have no idea why I’m debating which way I want to take her when we can do both. When it comes to her, I have the stamina of a teen.

  The door opens and her big doe eyes land on me. “Hi,” she says quietly, closing the door behind her, and setting the lock. My dick jumps at the sound, and lets me know she’s as into this as I am.

  “We all locked up?” I ask, even though I checked the doors myself.

  “Yeah, everyone is cleared out, it’s just us.”

  “Good, because there is something important I need to talk to you about,” I say, my voice so serious, her eyes narrow, that worry line on her forehead making an appearance.

  “What is it?” she asks as she unties her apron, giving me a nice view of her curvy hips. Jesus, I want to sink my teeth into her voluptuous softness again.

  I stand, shove the rest of the things on my desk to the floor, and say, “How exactly would you like me to take you first?”

  Her eyes dim with desire, and her sweet nipples harden and poke against her bra. My mouth waters for a taste. I cross the room, slide my hand around her waist and drag her to me.

  “When you say first, does that mean you want to do both those things I mentioned?”

  Jesus, that mouth of hers. Sweet and saucy.

  “That and so much more, Liv,” I say, and push my cock against her stomach. “All the things you want to learn.” She glances down, her brow furrowed. “Wait, are you too sore? I wasn’t exactly gentle last night. Maybe I shouldn’t have—”

  “Oh, yes, you should have,” she said, her boldness back in play.

  “Then what’s on your mind?”

  “I want you here,” she says, and takes my hand and puts it between her legs. “But I also want you here.” She cups her breasts through her shirt and squeezes them and I nearly shoot a load off. “I’ve never done anything like that, and I want to try.” I really did unleash something in her and I damn well love it.

  “First, let me say I love that you’re being so honest with me, and second, here’s the deal,” I say around a tight throat. “We have lots of time to try everything you want to try before we stage a breakup.”

  “What about coming in my mouth?”

  “Fuck,” I blurt out and she tries to hide a chuckle. “You like this, don’t you? You like fucking me over.”

  “I prefer it when you fuck me over.”

  “Okay, then.” I grip her roughly, turn her around and put my hand on the back of her neck. With a little shove, I lower her onto my desk and her little cry tells me how much she loves when I go caveman on her.

  She grips the desk, her
nails clawing at the wood as I kick her legs open. I grip her hips for leverage, and push my cock against her sweet ass. I’m sure that’s something else my neighbor has never tried.

  “Can we dim the lights?” she asks, and it catches me off guard.

  “If we do that, how am I going to see this sweet cunt of yours?” I ask, and the hard quiver that goes through her body strokes my cock.

  “I’m just not all that comfortable with—”

  “Babe,” I begin. “All day I’ve been thinking about getting my hands and mouth on your body, and getting a better look at all these voluptuous curves,” I say and run my hands over her hips and sweet ass. “I’ve barely been able to think. But if you want the lights off…”

  Her throat works as she swallows, and that’s when understanding dawns. This woman is fucking gorgeous. She might not be standard magazine thin, always stood in the shadows of her flamboyant and flirty friends who liked to steal the spotlight, Kylie included, but who the fuck wants that—and she better not have made Olivia feel less than perfect. Liv’s innocent sensuality is a huge turn on, and I want to show her she’s the hottest girl on the planet. I lean over her, put my mouth near her ear.

  “You are the hottest fucking woman I know. I love your body, Liv. I’m going to worship every fucking inch of it with the lights on or lights off. Preferably lights on, but no pressure. Your call.”

  I run my hands over her back and she takes her time to answer. She finally breaks the quiet and says, “I kind of want to see you too.”

  Fuck yeah.

  “They can stay on?”

  “Okay,” she says.

  “Good, because it’s going to be so fucking hot when I put my cock in you from behind like this, and see all your hot juices coat the length of me after I make you come.” She gasps, a tremor going through her. “But first this.”

  I reach around her body, and release the button on her jeans. I tug them down, just enough to get my greedy hands on her sweet pussy. I touch her, and find her soaking wet. It blows my fucking mind.

  “I’m guessing you’ve been thinking about me today, too.”