Don't Let Me Fall(24)

I placed a hand on my hip and stared at him. I thought me standing here, giving him the time of day, said I wanted to get out of here. With him.

“Why the f-uck do you think I’m out here?” I asked, talking to him like he’s slow. His eyebrows shot up and his smile widened. “I have work in an hour.”

“We can do a lot of things before that,” he said holding out a hand.

I slipped mine in his and got pulled toward his dorm building a block away. We were acting like horny bastards as we signed in and got into the elevator. When we threw ourselves

into his room, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed him back a bit.

“You better not f-ucking try anything after this,” I said.

“Like what?” he asked pulling me back into him.

I pulled back and found his eyes. “If you have a camera, you better turn it off.” I’m not an idiot. He sought me out, he tried to play the innocent guy with me and he planned on

getting me up here.

A guy like him plans shit.

He took a step back and stared at me for a bit.

“Fine,” he sighed walking over to his closet. He did something then pulled a camera out. “I swear I get consent all the time.”

“Mhmm,” I said, shaking my head.

He came back over to me and pulled my tank top off.

“Wait a second,” he said pinning me against the wall with his arms on each side of me. “You don’t even know my name.”

I smiled and got his jeans off.

“I know and don’t tell me.” Because then he’ll be left here with a hard-on and no one to take care of it.

“You’re so f-ucking sexy,” he growled, sliding my shorts off as he kneeled down.

He is the type of guy to get a girl in bed and just f-uck her until he’s done. He’s not the type to get on his knees and spread my legs while I’m standing up. I know because I

know guys like him. But right now, I’m not complaining. He has me moaning as I use the wall for support while his tongue is driving me crazy and his hands are massaging my thighs.

I f-ucking exploded in pure bliss.

I pulled him back up and wrapped a leg around him. He followed the bread crumb and grabbed my other one, holding me up.

You’d think a guy that f*cks women on the regular wouldn’t have trouble with rolling the condom on. He did.

“Ohmygod, seriously,” I said taking it out of his hand. “I’m leaning on the wall. You don’t need that much strength.” I rolled it on and grabbed his shoulders for support.

“Now f-uck me or I’m leaving.”

“I never thought being snapped at would be such a turn-on,” he said finding my eyes. God! Why is he still talking?

I looked down and then back up at him.

“You’re still not doing your job,” I snapped.

His mouth dropped open a bit then he smiled and closed the distance.



***

“You look like you just got f*cked,” Peyton said eyeing me up and down. “And judging by the smile in your eyes it was amazing.”

Yes, it was.

I never thought f-ucking against a wall, the floor, the bed and even the messy desk would drain me the way it did. All of it was amazing. And it was even better not knowing his

name. Now I can just picture something and it’ll work. He can be Aaron. Or Keller. I like Keller.

Keller, it is.

“No sex talk during work hours,” I said heading to the back to get into the bar. “Tim won’t like it.”

“Tim won’t like what?” a rough voice asked. Tim.

I stopped short, heading to the bar, when I spotted the boss, Tim, leaning against the bar counter. His bald head is shining like it just got waxed and his green eyes are looking

between me and Peyton.

“Rebeckah was telling me she had sex,” Peyton smirked.

Tim glanced at me. “No sex talk at work.”

I glanced at Peyton who was sticking his tongue at me. “Sorry,” I said, embarrassed. “Won’t forget.” Douchebag. I will get him back for that.

“Alright, you two,” Tim said drumming his fingers on the counter. “Make the customers happy.”

“Oh, Tim, we need to stock up soon,” Peyton said naming off some alcohol brands.

“I’m on it,” Tim nodded.

Tim doesn’t come by regularly so when he does, we need to tell him if we need anything. I don’t know how crazy this place used to be but since I started working here, the alcohol

is going out much faster than I expected. I’m not going to say it’s because of me because I’m not vain.

Not like Keller. That guy knows he’s hot and f-ucking delicious. God, he’s so f-ucking–

“Stop thinking about sex, Rebeckah. You’re drooling all over my floors,” Tim said laughing while walking away.

I blinked and wiped my mouth.

f-uck. How did he know?

Peyton laughed and slapped my ass with a towel.

“Get to work,” he said.



- 7 -



It’s been a week and I have to say it was one of the best weeks of my life. I thought I’d never have fun or be truly happy ever since I lost Alice but it’s happening again. I’m

smiling and laughing and I haven’t had any bad thoughts lately. Everyone is happy and has finally stopped looking and treating me like a wounded bird.