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Chapter 21
"Some things never change."
"For once, I would just like to drink in peace."
"Oh come on. I'm great company."
"You're a pain in my ass, Corbin."
"You never complained."
"You're disgusting."
"But am I lying?"
"You've never been in my ass, dickwad. So yes, you are lying."
He shrugged, smiling.
'Still fucking hate his smile.' She thought, it has always made him look younger and boyish.
"You don't mind if I join you though, right?"
"A little bit."
He looked at her as she sipped her drink, "Too bad."
It was her turn to shrug. They sat together quietly, for once until...
"How's your friend from the holiday party?"
"My friend?"
"Yeah, the Alex look alike."
"I have no idea."
She nodded.
"You hauled ass out of there."
"I wasn't even supposed to be there, but someone had a masterful plan."
He laughed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ditch you."
"You're a filthy liar."
"I'm sorry, really. That was unexpected."
She looked at him from the corner of her eye.
"What?"
"You're a dick, that's what."
"I'm starting to take your insults as flirting."
"You would. However could I resist you?"
"You struggle just like I do."
She frowned looking at him.
He put his hand on her thigh just above her knee, "You can't stop thinking about it either, can you?"
"What are you on about?"
"I'm on about you."
She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, there it is. Covert denial. Admit it, Bren, you still want me."
"I'm not admitting shit."
"Overt denial." His hand moved higher.
"It's not going to change anything whether I deny it or not."
"Okay, then just admit it."
"You first." His fingertips were under the hem of her skirt.
"I was never in denial."
She grabbed his hand, "It only took you seeing your ex wife cheating on you to make a move."
"I sure in the hell wasn't going to give you more ammo to use against me. I needed a reason. Didn't matter to you touching me inappropriately while I was married though."
She put his hand back in his lap, "You didn't stop me either."
He leaned into her, "How was I suppose stop you from grabbing my dick?"
"I don't know, Tommy. You know everything else." She drained her drink, sliding from the high back barstool she was occupying.
He stood too, following her out.
"How are you getting home? Walking?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Goddamn it, Brennan."
"What?"
"Why are you pissed at me?"
"I don't fucking know!"
He hesitated before approaching her. He reached out for her.
"No, don't."
He pulled her in and to his surprise she hugged him back.
"You good?"
She looked up at him, "I'm not sure why you care."
"Say I don't. Would you give me straight answers then?"
"No, because I know you and you never do anything without a reason."
"Fuck."
She chuckled then.
"I hate that you know me so well."
"Hate?"
"Well, not hate, but it's interesting you still remember."
"You remember that night in the elevator a few months ago?"
"Yeah."
"I meant what I said. For what that's worth."
He nodded pulling away just to lean down and kiss her.
"For the love of fuck, don't do this—"
He kissed her again, pulling her closer.
"We're making out in front of a bar again." She spoke as they broke apart.
He rested his forehead on hers, cupping her neck.
"This is a really bad fucking idea."
"God, shut up." He tossed her on his bed.
She smirked as she removed her shirt, throwing it at him, hitting him in the face. He had his shirt off and jeans undone.
"Have you always been this slow?" She lifted her hips and took off her skirt.
"I'm not slow. I'm admiring."
She gave him a yeah right look. He kicked his jeans and socks off climbing on top of her.
"You don't think this is weird?"
"You're making it weird by mentioning it."
"Shut up."
"You first."
"You're such an asshole." He grabbed her then, kissing her roughly. She moaned at his aggressiveness.
"Fuck this." He maneuvered them so she was on her stomach.
"Ass up."
She lifted.
He grabbed her panties to pull them to the side. He grabbed her arm to hold her panties in place. He pressed against her just enough for her to feel him though his boxer briefs.
She moaned softly. He gripped her hip with his left hand as he pushed his boxers down with his right. She spread her knees wider, feeling him rub against her. She moved her hand when he pushed inside of her.
"Still think it's a bad idea?"
"No." She shook her head as best as she could with her face pressed into his mattress.