BAD HEART: A Stepbrother Romance (A Step Over the Line Book Book 2) (6 page)

“
Don
’
t feel like it,
”
I say.

“
Then
go crash in the woods. Take a joint and take a walk, man. Don
’
t leave. Don
’
t be stupid.
”

I reach into my back pocket and
pull out my keys. I dangle them between me and Zeke.

“
Put
your hand out,
”
I say.

Zeke does. So I drop the keys into
his hand.

“
There.
Keep them for the night. I
’
m
going for a walk and calling a cab.
”

“
Jake,
”
Zeke says.

I turn.

He calls my name two more times.

But I just keep walking.

Zeke tries one more time and then
he finally shuts the hell up. I don
’
t
blame him. He
’
s right; if I
go out and get myself hurt or killed, it
’
ll
fall back on him. And since he
’
s
the illegitimate child of a wicked affair - and kept rich to keep out of
trouble - this decision of mine really could fuck with Zeke
’
s fantasy of a life.

I just keep walking.

I walk for a good thirty minutes to
find some kind of civilization. I have a cool two thousand in my pocket,
something I always carry with me. You never know when the night gets wild or I
need to get the fuck out of town. My trust fund is still cut off. The powerful
Thomas Werlen still has Rebecca thinking she needs to keep me under control.
They funnel me a little here and there. It
’
s
pathetic. Like when you were a kid and you scrambled to tear open your birthday
cards, hoping to score enough cash for that new toy you want so badly.

I
’
m
just pissed.

Pissed that Jade didn
’
t move her arms when I told her.
Pissed that I saw her sweet center and didn
’
t
touch it or taste it. Pissed that she
’
s
actually going along with our agreement to never fuck again. Pissed that she
had been in New York with Hunter and I didn
’
t
know what they did.

Fuck, I
’
m so far from being jealous
…
but this woman
…

I finally just grab my cell and
make a call for a cab.

It arrives a few minutes later.

I wonder what they all think I
’
m doing. Right? Does Rebecca
even give half a shit that I
’
m
not there? Or is she too busy rubbing her pretty fingers along all the dresses
Thomas has bought her? The luxury of wealth becoming an illusion to who she
really is. Was. What she did to herself and the life she created.

I want to be at the closest bar
possible and that
’
s right
where the cab takes me. I have no idea why the urge to go to a bar rolls
through me. I was just at a place with plenty to drink, smoke, and fuck.

I get to some neon light dive place
and take a seat. It
’
s busy
and loud. I order a shot of whiskey and a beer. Both are gone within a minute.
I throw a fifty on the bar and make it known to keep it all flowing.

It takes all of a minute for
someone to nestle up next to me.

Some blonde reaching across the
bar, putting an empty light beer bottle down. Her chest pointed at me, tits
rubbing against my shoulder. I look at her tits, then I look at her face.

“
See
something you like?
”
she
asks.

“
You
offering?
”

She grins.
“
How about you make me an offer.
”

Bartender puts another shot down. I
slide it toward the woman.
“
Drink
a real drink, babe.
”

Her little fingers wrap around the
shot glass. She lifts it to her nose and her nose crunches up at the smell.

“
A
little stronger than a light beer,
”
I say.

“
I
can tell,
”
she says.
“
What do I get if I take this?
”

“
I
’
ll take you somewhere private
and make you scream my name.
”

“
I
don
’
t even know your name.
”

I smile.
“
That
’
s
how good I am. You
’
ll
scream it even if you don
’
t
know it.
”

The woman quickly throws the shot
back. She puts the shot glass down with some left in the glass. Her faces
twists and when she opens her eyes, they
’
re
watering.

“
Nice
job,
”
I say. I look at the
bartender.
“
Get her a light
beer.
”

The bartender serves her and she
’
s still facing me. Those tits
pressing against my arm and shoulder. There
’
s
plenty of room to not be so close to me. I don
’
t
mind at all.

“
What
’
s your name?
”
I ask.

“
Does
it matter?
”
she asks.

“
Beautiful.
Take a walk with me.
”

I push from the bar, taking my
beer. The woman is right behind me. I work my way along the bar. The smack of
pool balls became another piece of the background in the bar. There
’
s a dark doorway that
’
s a small hall with the
bathrooms.

This is sort of my specialty.
Christ, it
’
s where I met
Jade the night before she found out my mother married her father. I had been
going to town on some woman when she walked in. And she stood there and watched
me fuck another woman. And it turned me on like crazy.

I kick open the bathroom door and
step inside. It
’
s
surprisingly clean. And it
’
s
surprisingly empty.

The woman walked by me and I stayed
right behind her. My hands grabbed her at her waist and put her at the sink. I
pressed my dick to her ass, pressing her tight against the sink. I look in the
mirror at our reflections. I
’
m
drunk enough to think anyone is pretty, but not drunk enough to stop comparing
everyone to Jade.

I reach around and grab the bottom
of her shirt. I lift it up to her bra. My fingers curl under her bra, taking
that next. I pull up some more and watch her tits fall free. They
’
re heavy and creamy. Her nipples
really small but firm. I run my hands down over her tits and cup them. She puts
her head back and groans. She
’
s
breathing heavy already.

Just shows how desperate and horny
she is.

Fine by me.

I take my hands away from her tits
and watch my handprints slowly fade away from her body. I back up and grab her
by the hips. I turn her around and press against her again. Her tits against my
chest. My eyes staring down at hers. I know nothing of her. That
’
s okay. I have no reason to know
a fucking thing about her. I just want to taste her fucking pussy and fuck her
until she screams. Something has to chase everything away in my mind.

“
Open
your fucking pants,
”
I say.

She listens. Her tits press
together when as she unbuttons her jeans. Every time she moves, they jiggle.
Before Jade I would be devouring those tits. Suckling, biting, doing everything
I could to make this woman scream for me.

Instead, I just stand there and
watch her drop her jeans.

I step forward and touch the thin
line of her panties. They go down next, right to her knees. My hands go around
to her ass for a moment and then to her sides. I lift and put her on the sink.
She opens her legs as far as she could with her panties at her knees, jeans at
her ankles.

Her pussy is slick, her folds
curling open for me.

I come forward and put my head to
her head. We stare at each other. Her mouth was open, breathing heavy. I gently
touch her pussy, two fingers to her center. Her body jumps and she groans. I
press my two fingers into her and pull right back out. I smear her wetness to
her mound and then kiss her.

Our lips touch for a second. Our
tongues flirt for a few more seconds.

I need to taste her pussy.

I break the kiss before I start to
give the wrong impression that I give a shit about her. I move down her body
and crouch down before her. I touch the insides of her legs and lick my lips.

There
’
s
a few seconds of hesitation. I look up and see that she has her head back
already. Her tits look nice from this angle. Her hips are already gently
rocking, waiting for more pleasure.

My hands slide up her legs. The
tips of my thumbs graze her pussy.

That
’
s
the moment when the bathroom explodes open. I turn my head thinking it
’
s someone who needs to throw up,
but it
’
s not.

It
’
s
a guy.

A pretty big guy at that.

His eyes are wide and go wider when
he sees what
’
s about to
happen.

The next thing I see is a boot
coming at me. I have a split second chance to move, but I don
’
t. I take the kick and go flying
to the side on the floor. I quickly turn and kick back.

The guy grabs the woman and pulls
her from the sink.

“
Get
fucking dressed!
”
he barks.

Now there
’
s two more people in the bathroom.

The guy turns and lunges at me
again.

He tries to punch me, but I knock
his fist out of the way. I get a shot at his face and take it. He moves back,
holding his mouth. I climb to my feet and go after the guy again. I slam my
shoulder into him, sending him back into his friends.

A woman screams and I see said
woman avoiding any collision. The other woman - the one I almost tasted - has
her panties and jeans up. She looks shocked that this is happening.

“
Taken?
”
I ask.

“
No,
”
she says.
“
Ex. Jealous.
”

“
Great.
”

The guy turns and swings at me. I
move back and hit him twice in the gut and then shove him back. That
’
s when all his buddies attack
me. Two fucking guys diving at me, grabbing me, punching and kicking. I stand
no chance other than to cover my face and hope they don
’
t knock me the fuck out.

They throw me against the wall. My
left shoulder hits and instantly feels like it
’
s
on fire. I see a fist coming from the corner of my eye and drop down to miss
it. One of the guys punches the wall. He screams. I throw an elbow and hit him
in the chest. I stand and punch, sending him back. He
’
s drunk and tumbles to the floor.

The second friend is then right
there on me, grabbing and pulling at my shirt. He obviously has no idea how to
fight and probably doesn
’
t
even want to. He
’
s like
fucking shaking me, growling, like I
’
m
going to fall over and quit.

A hand clamps down on his shoulder
and it
’
s the first guy. The
corner of his mouth is bleeding and he
’
s
still looking for a fight. I push at him and he hits me in the stomach. I groan
and bend over, my breath stolen. The guy throws me back against the wall again
and swings. A fist to mouth makes my head snap back. I instantly taste blood.
But that doesn
’
t stop me. I
throw a right and hit the guy in the nose. He starts bleeding more.

We both go at each other at the
same time, locking up.

I hear a few women screaming the
name
“
Gary! Stop
this! Gary!
”
so
I assume that
’
s this asshole
’
s name. Maybe he
’
s used to running the show
around here. Picking fights, throwing a punch, kicking people out.

I don
’
t
work that way.

I love a good fight.

We
’
re
still locked up and managed to stumble out of the bathroom. The entire bar is
watching up, and why not?

I manage to get a hand free and hit
him in the stomach. Gary returns with a punch to my stomach. We push and break
apart for a second. Sweating, bleeding, he looks surprised at this fight. He
comes at me and I turn, grabbing him by his shirt and throwing him. He hits and
falls on one of the pool tables. I
’
m
right there a second later and punch him in the mouth. His head snaps to the
left. I put my left forearm down on his chest and he knows he
’
s fucked now. Right after hard
right, I come down and finish up the fight. He
’
s
shaking his head, trying to thrash, but he
’
s
lost.

I pull my hand back, ready for one
more shot.

An arm locks around my elbow and
pulls. Another arm tries to grab my other arm and I twist to break free. I spin
around, fist cocked, ready to unleash hell. For some damn reason I hesitate and
it
’
s the best thing that
could happen tonight. Why? Because there
’
s
two fucking cops standing behind me.