Taking The Fall(the Complete Series)(11)

“Anyone else touches her and I’ll break their fucking fingers,” he bellows across the bar. Grabbing me by the arm, pulling me close, he leads us towards the restrooms. I can’t imagine the looks he is giving everyone. I’m not sure what to do with the possessiveness I can feel pulsing from him, or what it means. It’s scary as hell but exhilarating too.

When we get to the bathroom, he takes my mouth in a hard kiss that stops before it really starts.

“Be quick, Cherry. I’m already on edge,” he says, licking his lips like he can’t get enough of my taste.

I discreetly lick my own lips to try to get a taste of him too. I nod my answer before making my way to the bathroom. There is only one stall, a sink, and a window that sits low to the ground. I know it might be my only opportunity to get away from Carter. I peer under the stall door to check if anyone’s in there. I see Jeanette’s shoes and a man on his knees with his cock in his hand stroking himself.

“That’s it, Daddy. Show me how sorry you are for canceling on me. Eat that pussy good and maybe I’ll let you fuck it,” I hear Jeanette’s voice purr.

“Daddy?” I whisper to myself. I let out a hysterical giggle at the whole situation. I have a man on the other side of the door who wants God knows what with me, and Jeanette in here calling some man ‘Daddy’ while he eats her out.

“God, Mama, you taste so fucking good,” I hear the man say. “I bet you’ll taste even better once I cum in it. You’re going to let me cum all inside you, aren’t you? I bet this pussy is aching for a load of me.”

“Jeanette!” I snap. I hate to kill her mood but I’ve got to get us on the same page right now. I can’t tell her about Carter because I don’t want to pull her into this mess. She’s the only solid person I’ve had in my life and I’d hate for her to get hurt just for being a wonderful friend to me.

A few seconds later the bathroom stall opens and out walks the guy Jeanette had been eyeing at the library, the same guy she said stood her up last night.

“Nice to see you again, Layla,” he says as he wipes his mouth with his hand and makes his way to the door.

“I’ll see you at the bar, Mama. Don’t keep me waiting because I’ll be fucking that pussy tonight,” he warns before he leaves.

“God, that man knows how to use his mouth. The name ‘Saint’ really fits him—I’m pretty sure I heard angels singing when he did this little trick with his teeth. I was working on my third orgasm before you busted in, you little cock block,” Jeanette grumbles. She tries to get her dress back under control. God, I love her. I can’t let my life rain down on hers.

“Jeanette, I totally saw Justin out at the bar and I really don’t want to face him tonight.” The lie rolls effortlessly off my tongue.

“I was hoping to take Saint home with me tonight but if you want to head out I’m down with that too. This is girls’ night anyways; we can do a sleep over my place…oh, and stop at Taco Bell,” she says.

“No, no. I know you’re really into this Saint guy and I’m actually feeling tired. I was hoping to slip out the bathroom window so I don’t have to talk to Justin at all. He saw me come in here so I’m sure he’s just waiting for me to come out. I can’t deal with this tonight, especially since I’ve been drinking.”

“You’re going to sneak out the window?” Jeanette asks, widening her eyes and looking at me like I’ve lost it.

“Hey, you were getting it on in the bathroom stall so no judgment, okay?” I respond, hoping she’ll get on board. She can’t stand Justin so I’m sure she’s down with the idea of us going back out there and telling him to beat it.

“Please, you owe me after dumping him with my phone,” I beg.

“Fine, if you want to crawl your ass out the window, have at it. Text me when you get home. And text me the cabbie’s ID number too,” she says as she starts to fix her smeared lipstick.

“Hmm…one more favor, Jeanette. Can you wait, like, five minutes before you leave the bathroom, just to be safe? Just to make sure he doesn’t try to run out front or anything,” I ask and give her a pleading look.

“Lays, it’s freaking Justin. He’s not going to cause a scene,” she says exasperatedly and turns to look at me. Her face softens and I’m sure she can see my distress. Luckily she doesn’t know the real reason for it. “All right, I’ll stay in the bathroom.” I cross the tiny space and wrap her in a big hug, not knowing if this will be the last time I’ll see her. I’m not totally sure what I’m going to do once I get out of here. My options don’t seem that great.