Resolution (Saviour #2)(41)

I go to walk away when I notice Jo and her mates come walking back into the bar, my eyes lock with shorty’s and she gives a little smile, giving me a little fatty, right there, in the middle of the bar. Paige is saying something next to me but I have no idea what, my blood is rushing in my ears, I really need to get this indigestion sorted, it’s affecting my chest, stomach and now my ears, it’s even making my legs a little wobbly. Fuck, she has the prettiest smile. It’s cute and hot and sexy, all at the same time but she looks sad, her smile doesn’t reach her eyes and they look sad and I have this almost uncontrollable urge to walk straight over to her now, wrap my arms around her and ask her what’s wrong, then I want to tell her that whatever it is, I will put it right for her, then I…What the f*ck am I talking about? What is wrong with me?

I raise my bottle and nod, in a ‘cheers’ gesture and it seems to make her happy as I see the spark of something…A smile? In her eyes.

“You’re a f*cking root rat Gabe, I f*cking hate you!” Is what I think Paige says as she stomps off.

Thank f*ck, she’s gone, that makes me so happy that I can’t help but shrug and smile and smile and shorty smiles right back at me, she raises her glass towards me with a smile and the indigestion makes my stomach hit the floor and my head spins slightly, whatever it is that I ate, must have been really shithouse to make me feel this crook. Doesn’t seem to have affected my dick though, that is working embarrassingly well and is about to burst right out of my jeans if I don’t look away, she breaks eye contact first and I feel… I feel fine, f*cking great, that’s how I feel, nothing else, yep, look away darl, makes no difference to me; I think this might actually be food poisoning, not just indigestion, because as she looks away, I suddenly feel sick!

I turn around towards the bar where my brothers are both leaning back, grinning like a pair of pricks. I need a drink, a proper drink so I head for the bar and order bourbon and coke, hopefully that will cure my indigestion and settle my stomach.

I spend the next half hour talking shit with my brothers and watching shorty’s tits bounce as she dances about with her mates.

“Gabe?”

“What?”

“Jesus, will you take your eyes off her for a minute and listen to me, mate, I’m telling ya, you’ve got it bad, just go over and talk to her, what are ya a f*ckin’ * or what?”

“Zac, f*ck off will ya.”

Before I get chance to rip into my brother some more, I watch as my little red head, no not my –the little red head, make her way towards the toilets and I hear Zac call Jo over, “Jo, put my pathetic little brother out of his misery and introduce him to your mate, it’s getting painful standing here watching him drool.”

Instead of Jo giving me the flick, she pulls me away from my brothers, “I’ll introduce you but you make any move to get in her pants and I will f*cking hunt you down Wilde, she’s going through enough shit right now.”

My stomach and my jaw both tighten at her words. Why would someone want to put anyone as little and cute and sexy and soft looking as that through shit? And again I get this overwhelming urge to wrap my arms around her.

“Here she comes,” Jo continues, “She’s an interior designer, that’s all I’m telling you.”

Jo calls her over and introduces her. Lauren, her names Lauren, she’s younger than Jo, about my age, maybe a year or two older, Lauren, her names Lauren and she has the prettiest face, a beautiful smile and the most amazing blue eyes, she looks all soft and curvy and I want to touch, f*ck me do I want to touch, all of her, everywhere; my mouth is so dry and my dick is so hard I can actually feel it twitch every time my heart beats. She thanks me for the drink I bought her, she has an accent. English, London maybe?

It takes me a few seconds too long to say “You’re welcome” As I think all of this through.

I know I promised Jo but I want to take her home, I want my mouth and my hands all over those bouncy tits and round arse cheeks, my hands, my mouth, my tongue, over her, on her, in her; I want to hear my balls slap against her as I bang her from behind, while I hold on to those tits.

I say something to her about doing some work for me, I think that’s what I said at least. This is f*cking ridiculous, I’ve never, ever been affected by a woman like this, my blood is obviously all being directed to my dick right now, it’s actually painful where it’s so hard, the lack of supply to my brain is stopping my brain from forming coherent thoughts and I start to panic.

What the f*ck is wrong with me? I need to step away so that I can get this boner to go down, I offer to buy them both a drink and turn to the bar as Jo declines and heads off back to join the other girls they arrived with. I look back across at Lauren, she is shooting Jo death stares, she obviously didn’t want to be left alone with me and for some reason that thought causes a painful little flutter to shoot right through my heart. Heartburn and food poison?

“Drink then, what would you like?”

Lauren declines my offer, insisting she buys them as I bought her one earlier; I give her my order and watch her walk to the bar; she has the most amazing red hair that hangs all the way down her back, which brings my eyes to her arse, it’s not the biggest of arses but it fills her skin tight jeans nicely, how the f*ck did she get into them I wonder as my eyes continue down her legs, she has one lifted up, her foot resting on the rail that sits on the floor, just in front of the bar and I can see how well toned her legs are; I lick my lips, I don’t want her that far away from me, I want to be next to her, I want to know her, I want to know about her, I want to be able to smell her, I want to taste her, f*ck do I want to taste her.