Torrid Affair(50)

I cut straight to the point. “Michelle, I'm not up for the chitchat. “Can I just get a double scotch, neat?”

“Sorry.” She raised her hands in defeat.

Michelle is cute, I thought as she poured my drink. I could easily forget Brielle with her. I shook my head, pushed the thought away. Michelle wasn't what I wanted. It didn't matter how hard I tried. Even when I was infuriated, Brielle was what I craved. I tossed my drink back, letting the amber liquid burn.

“Another.”

Michelle raised her eyebrows. She paused as she seemed to contemplate pouring the next shot. I pushed my keys toward her.

“I won't be driving home. So pour another shot . . . please.”

By the fifth drink, I didn’t give a fuck about anything or anyone. Fuck her. If that’s who she wanted, he could have her.

“Nathaniel.” I heard my name spoken sweetly as she approached my side.

“What are you doing here, Delaney?” I needed to be alone. I didn’t want to see anyone who reminded me of Brielle.

“Michelle called your girlfriend when she noticed how much alcohol you consumed in such a short span of time.” She lowered her lips to my ear. “Apparently, not everybody knows what a douchebag you are. Breaking up with your girl the day before Christmas is pretty assholish, if you ask me.”

I sighed and rested my head on the cool wooden bar top. “I'm sorry, Del.” It was yet another thing I’d done to be with Brielle. But in the end, it had all backfired. “It was fucked up of me. You were always good to me,” I slurred.

Delaney laughed and slid onto the stool next to me. “You must be really drunk if you're apologizing.”

I nodded and for the first time looked over at her. Her makeup was freshly done, and her long black hair was pin straight. Her hand brushed across my cheek.

“So, what has you drinking like a fish?”

“Nothing.” I pulled away from her touch and looked over at Michelle. “Happy you called me a ride home? Can I have my drink now?” From the corner of my eye, I noticed Delaney nod.

I downed another drink and turned to face Delaney. “You want to get out of here?” It was the stupidest thing to do, but I was in no shape to make wise decisions.

“Are you asking me . . .” A smile widened on her face.

“Don't play coy, Del. It doesn’t suit you. By the way you're dressed, I know you didn't come here to save me. I know when your lips are red with that lipstick, it means you're horny. So I'm asking you again, you want to get out of here and fuck?”

“Wow.” She paused and studied my face. “Something has you all twisted, huh?” She inched closer to me. “Are you having girl problems, Moosey?”

“It’s a simple question, Del.”

She looked over at Michelle. They exchanged a few words and Delaney slipped her my credit card. “Let's go.” Her lips puckered and she handed me my wallet.

I didn't make it out of the bar. Instead, I held Delaney’s hand and dragged her into the bathroom. It wasn't what I wanted, but it was what I needed. She would make me forget Brielle, even if it was only for a moment.

I pressed her against the door and locked it, kissing her like a savage, desperate to escape reality.

Delaney moaned and whimpered as I pressed my erection against her. She was all too eager, her hands sliding between us and gripping my cock through my jeans.

I moved her to the sink. “Turn around.”

Delaney rested her hands on the sink and pushed her ass toward me. Lifting her skirt, I admired the lace strip that slipped into her ass crack. When we first started dating, I told her they were my favorite. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled out my cock, stroking until it was fully erect. My fingers curled around her thong and pulled it to the side as Delaney bent forward, giving me access to her already wet pussy. Our eyes locked in the mirror and I pushed deep inside, ignoring the banging on the door as I continued to thrust harder and faster.

“Hold on, baby,” I grunted. “This is going to be quick.” Delaney rested her hands against the mirror and pushed back on my cock.

This was how I would forget Brielle. You forgot one woman by burying yourself in another.

Ignoring everything Delaney was moaning, I pulled out and came on her ass. It wasn’t nearly as satisfying as it was with Brielle. Nothing would be as good as her. Delaney looked at me through the mirror. “That's all you got?”

I shook my head. “That's just the beginning.”

My alcohol daze gut-punched me when I walked outside into the fresh air and I stumbled to Delaney's car. She opened the passenger door for me and I sank in.

That was the last thing I remembered.



The following morning, I woke up to a throbbing headache. I turned to the other side of my bed and noticed I wasn't alone. Delaney was curled up next to me, and I wasn’t wearing anything.