Standing By (Road House) by Madison Stevens Page A

talking about. She’d seen that haunted look that seemed to follow Tyler around. If only she could make herself love him. He really would be the better choice.
    Tired, she shook those thoughts from her head and stood.
    “Tell Tyler I had to split will ya?” She stretched, and the tank she was wearing inched up under her breasts.
    “Sure,” Sarah said as Pan walked out the door.
    The chilled air reminded her that summer was just about finished. Here soon it wouldn’t be so comfortable for her to wear the tanks and jeans. The change always made Pan a little sad. All her great tats would be covered up. Such a sin really.
    Lost in her own thoughts, Pan was surprised when she rounded the corner to the bar and spied a couple nestled in the alcove of the building. She was surprised that she hadn’t heard the woman previously with all the noise she was making.
    Trying hard not to be noticed, Pan stilled and tried to figure out what to do. She glanced over at the woman again as her high-pitched staccato squeaks cut through the air. There wasn’t much she could see of the woman. Her back was mostly wedged on the side of the building that jutted out to the side. It partially blocked her from the view of the street.
    She gasped when her gaze fell on the man. It was Emilio. His eyes shot up to her.
    Her heart beat triple time and twisted from the pain.
    This was a man she’d been after for ages, and yet there he was, fucking some bimbo. She really wanted to be angry, but in truth, the sight of him turned her on more than anything. His eyes hooded over as he stared at her.
    Her breathing became uneven as she watched him plow into the woman. She licked her dry lips and felt a tingle in her nipples that sparked down to her clit. Pan squeezed her legs together to ease the throb. Emilio watched her with such hunger that she couldn’t look away.
    Watching him caused such an ache. She felt her hand trace a path on her neck. It made her nipples pebble. As her hand slid down to ease her tortured breasts, Emilio watched with desperation in his eyes. Never easing up, he continued to fuck the woman at a near brutal pace.
    Just as Pan reached her nipple, Emilio ceased his movement and closed his eyes.
    “Pan,” he whispered.
    Everyone froze.
    Pan dropped her hand in shock. Had he really just said that?
    Emilio’s eyes snapped open. Apparently, he realized his mistake.
    “What the fuck!” The woman pushed away from him. “Did you seriously just do that?”
    Pan choked as she tried to catch her breath.
    The woman turned toward the sound.
    “Oh fuck you both.” She shoved Emilio back.
    “Karen!” he shouted.
    This was too much. Way more than Pan could deal with. The man was so distant every other time, but he wanted her when he was going at it? She turned and walked quickly to her bike.
    “Wait,” she heard him call. Whether he was calling to her or Karen, she didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. It’s not like things were going to change.
    Pan hopped on her bike and tore out of the parking lot.
     
    Emilio sighed. That had turned to shit real quick. He pulled off the condom and tossed it in the dumpster.
    He didn’t know what he would have said if Pan hadn’t run off. Wasn’t like his situation had changed. There were issues he had to deal with, and she couldn’t be involved. End of story.
    He scrubbed a hand down his face. That had been amazing though. The want for her almost seemed to manifest his desire. One second he was seeing her in his head, they next she was there. Not only that, but it wasn’t the first time he’d called out her name at release either. His desire for her consumed his every thought.
    Emilio sighed again and started toward the door. Maybe he could get a ride home from one of the guys. Tonight was just not what he expected.
     
    ***
     
    Pan’s heart slammed into her chest.
    What the hell was that?
    She was not the kind of woman that liked voyeurism or even PDA. So what the heck was that all about?