with Justin, when I left?”
Her eyes flick up to mine and she shifts in her seat. “Your Father told him he caught us together. Didn’t Justin talk to you about all this?”
“He only asked if something went down with us. I told him no and then I didn’t hear from him until a month ago when he asked me if I was coming here for the wedding.”
“He told me you weren’t coming. That you’ve settled down with a girl and have no reason to want to come back here.”
“He played us. If you knew I was coming, would it have made a difference to the outcome that night?”
She sighs. “I got wasted because of what Justin said, so yeah I guess, maybe. God, this is a mess. I don’t even remember going back with Justin. How stupid was I? I guess I was lucky he took care of me. I can’t make excuses. I was reckless and could have ended up in a gutter somewhere. I’ve learned my lesson.”
I fight back the retort and venom wanting to strike out about him. I’m pissed at him. She was wrecked, but if she was so out of it, what the fuck was happening in Justin’s mind to still take her to his bed. How desperate to be with her was he?
“Rift, you’re grinding your teeth,” Beats tells me as the waitress places our plate of French toast in front of us.
“Enjoy, and if you need anything just let me know,” the waitress says, rubbing my shoulder.
Beats watches her leave. “Wow! I think you could probably do her over our table right now the way she was flirting.”
Hearing her say that has visions flooding my mind of me bending her over this table. Hmm, flipping that little sundress up, grabbing onto her fine ass and ramming into her sweet tight pu...
“Rift!”
I shift in my seat and sit forward to hide my growing erection. “What?”
Her eyes are wide. “You groaned.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t talk about me fucking someone over the table. You’re putting thoughts in my head.”
Her mouth drops open. “Wow, if you want to get her number or something, I’m sure she would oblige your fantasy, pervert.”
I grin big. “She wasn’t the one bent over the table in my fantasy.”
I relish in her innocence as the blush creeps over her cheeks. God, she’s beautiful. I missed her.
“Eat your food, Rift,” she tells me, her voice higher than it usually is. She’s still affected by me and that puts a huge smile on my face.
“Bloody hell. I thought Jay was screwing with me when he said you two came in here,” Drake says as we walk through the door of Jay’s. He charges Beats and pulls her into a bear hug. “Damn, you’re still ridiculously hot woman.” She smiles at him. “When are you going to dump the Jacobs boys and give someone else a chance?”
I punch his shoulder. “Hey, I hear you’re going to be a rock star. You’ll have a million girls, and then you can stop chasing mine.”
He grins and looks back at Beats. “Yeah, but she’s one in a million.”
“You’re not wrong. So we’re here to get her a new guitar.”
“Yeah, Jay told me. I’m glad you’re going to play again. I’d love to get together when I’m back in town and maybe talk about doing some writing together,” he tells Beats.
Her eyes nearly fall from her head. “Wow, I haven’t written in a while but I’d love that. I don’t live here anymore though, so I’ll have to give you my phone number so you can let me know when you’re back.”
His smile makes me want to kill him, hit her over the head, sling her over my shoulder and disappear with her to my man cave.
“Sounds good.”
I pick up the black Fender for her and tap her hands away from my card the whole time I pay for it. She accepts it with a promise she will never stop playing again.
By the time we get back to the hotel it’s past seven. “Movie and room service?” Beats asks, placing her new guitar on the bed.
“Sounds good. I think we have the last Die Hard film we need to watch.”
“Okay, good. I’m going to shower and change. You
Her eyes flick up to mine and she shifts in her seat. “Your Father told him he caught us together. Didn’t Justin talk to you about all this?”
“He only asked if something went down with us. I told him no and then I didn’t hear from him until a month ago when he asked me if I was coming here for the wedding.”
“He told me you weren’t coming. That you’ve settled down with a girl and have no reason to want to come back here.”
“He played us. If you knew I was coming, would it have made a difference to the outcome that night?”
She sighs. “I got wasted because of what Justin said, so yeah I guess, maybe. God, this is a mess. I don’t even remember going back with Justin. How stupid was I? I guess I was lucky he took care of me. I can’t make excuses. I was reckless and could have ended up in a gutter somewhere. I’ve learned my lesson.”
I fight back the retort and venom wanting to strike out about him. I’m pissed at him. She was wrecked, but if she was so out of it, what the fuck was happening in Justin’s mind to still take her to his bed. How desperate to be with her was he?
“Rift, you’re grinding your teeth,” Beats tells me as the waitress places our plate of French toast in front of us.
“Enjoy, and if you need anything just let me know,” the waitress says, rubbing my shoulder.
Beats watches her leave. “Wow! I think you could probably do her over our table right now the way she was flirting.”
Hearing her say that has visions flooding my mind of me bending her over this table. Hmm, flipping that little sundress up, grabbing onto her fine ass and ramming into her sweet tight pu...
“Rift!”
I shift in my seat and sit forward to hide my growing erection. “What?”
Her eyes are wide. “You groaned.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t talk about me fucking someone over the table. You’re putting thoughts in my head.”
Her mouth drops open. “Wow, if you want to get her number or something, I’m sure she would oblige your fantasy, pervert.”
I grin big. “She wasn’t the one bent over the table in my fantasy.”
I relish in her innocence as the blush creeps over her cheeks. God, she’s beautiful. I missed her.
“Eat your food, Rift,” she tells me, her voice higher than it usually is. She’s still affected by me and that puts a huge smile on my face.
“Bloody hell. I thought Jay was screwing with me when he said you two came in here,” Drake says as we walk through the door of Jay’s. He charges Beats and pulls her into a bear hug. “Damn, you’re still ridiculously hot woman.” She smiles at him. “When are you going to dump the Jacobs boys and give someone else a chance?”
I punch his shoulder. “Hey, I hear you’re going to be a rock star. You’ll have a million girls, and then you can stop chasing mine.”
He grins and looks back at Beats. “Yeah, but she’s one in a million.”
“You’re not wrong. So we’re here to get her a new guitar.”
“Yeah, Jay told me. I’m glad you’re going to play again. I’d love to get together when I’m back in town and maybe talk about doing some writing together,” he tells Beats.
Her eyes nearly fall from her head. “Wow, I haven’t written in a while but I’d love that. I don’t live here anymore though, so I’ll have to give you my phone number so you can let me know when you’re back.”
His smile makes me want to kill him, hit her over the head, sling her over my shoulder and disappear with her to my man cave.
“Sounds good.”
I pick up the black Fender for her and tap her hands away from my card the whole time I pay for it. She accepts it with a promise she will never stop playing again.
By the time we get back to the hotel it’s past seven. “Movie and room service?” Beats asks, placing her new guitar on the bed.
“Sounds good. I think we have the last Die Hard film we need to watch.”
“Okay, good. I’m going to shower and change. You
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