Maybe This Time (Maybe #1)(55)

“Every town has a home wrecker,” I say absently. “Her poor kids. They must be embarrassed as hell.” I would be. Who wants everyone in town talking about their mother and the men she chases after just for a little desperate attention? “She doesn’t care about age?”

“Nope," Ryan says. "She’s been with a twenty one year old, last I heard.” He's such a gossip, I love it.

“And how old is she?” I ask.

“Mid-thirties.”

“Doesn’t anyone tell her husband?” I wonder out loud.

“He’s got something on the side, so don’t think he really gives a shit about her.”

Wow, lovely family. Once again, poor f*cking kids.

“She also likes to kick up men’s protective instincts by playing the victim, saying her man ain’t treating her right and hinting of abuse, saying how bad things are for her at home,” Jade says, taking my drink and taking a sip.

“And guys go for her? They cheat on their girls with her?” I gape.

Jade purses her lips. “She’s easy. And strokes their egos.”

I roll my eyes and divert my attention back to Reid. Tilly is now leaning across the bar and smiling a come hither smile. Reid ignores her, and I can’t help but laugh. She turns to glare at me, and then starts to talk to the girl next to her, who also turns to look at me. She even points once. I grin, all teeth.

“They’re talking about you,” Ryan says, pointing out the obvious.

“I know.”

He eyes me curiously. “I thought you were the kinda girl that would get in her face right about now.”

“A tiger doesn’t lose sleep over the opinion of sheep,” I say, flashing Ryan a mega-watt smile.

Ryan lifts his head back and laughs. “You are something else, babe.”

“Besides, my mother taught me to respect my elders,” I say.

“What about him?” Jade asks, pointing at a cute guy standing at the bar.

Ryan shakes his head no. “Douche bag.”

“Him?” she asks, gesturing to a cute blond man.

“He’s a drug dealer,” Ryan says solemnly.

“He is not!” Jade gasps.

“Hey, he’s hot,” I say, checking out a muscular tattooed guy.

“He has a wife and a mistress,” Ryan immediately adds.

Jade puffs out a breath. “There’s only one other attractive guy here tonight. The guy with the dreads.”

“He has a pregnant girlfriend,” Ryan says.

“You are such a liar, Ryan,” I say, laughing.

Ryan shrugs. “You learn things about people when you work at a bar.”

“What about Tag?” I ask, grinning.

Jade actually looks like she would consider it. “Guaranteed multiple orgasms right there.”

“Definitely,” I agree.

Ryan groans. “I don’t wanna know.” He stands up and heads to the bar to help out Reid.

“How long’s your break?”

“Thirty minutes. Why? You need a wing woman?”

“Yes, actually, I do.”

“Maybe you should ask Tilly.” We both laugh at that.

“Seriously, Reid can’t stop watching you. It’s not like you’re going to disappear,” she says. I lift my head up to find him watching me. He flashes me a grin, which I return whole heartedly.

“Can I ask you why the sudden need to get laid?” When she instantly looks down, I know something is up. “What is it Jade?”

The colour drains from her face, but she tries to school her expression. “It’s nothing, it’s just time.”

I don’t buy it, but I let it go. “You wanna come to my house before the fight next week?” I ask, changing the subject.

“Actually, no. I’m not gonna go to the fights anymore. It’s not gonna fix anything, if Reid beats Raptor or not. I’m letting it go, and he should, too.”

Whoa. Something is definitely going on here. “Okay, but I’m here if you wanna talk, alright.”

She looks relieved that I’m dropping it. “I’ll remember that.”

“I better get back to work. Look, why don’t we go out sometime this week, and maybe you can meet someone,” I offer.

She nods. “Sounds good. I’m gonna head home.”

“Alright, bye,” I say.

I watch her walk out with the feeling that something isn’t right.





*****


His name escapes my mouth as wave after wave of pleasure takes over me. Reid grunts as he slides into me one last time. I collapse onto my stomach, my face buried in the pillow. Reid pulls out of me and pushes my hair to the side, kissing the back of my neck. I lift my face up from the pillow so I can talk.

“Is it just me or does it get better every single time?” I ask.

He chuckles softly. “It’s f*cking perfect every time, baby.”

“I thought so.”

Reid lies down next to me, and rolls me over so I’m facing him. He lifts the sheet to cover us both, and snuggles towards me.

“I love you,” he says, staring into my eyes.

“I love you, too.”

“Do you? Or do you just love the three orgasms I just gave you?” he says, smirking.