Bend

by K. Bromberg

  “And you’re a fucking bitch.”

  Her anger surged. “I set that class up for Shone.”

  “Who doesn’t know shit about boxing. He knows what little he learned in my classes and the few attempts by you.” I leaned forward and glared at her. “He’s a gym rat, not a trainer.”

  “He’s a great trainer.” Her jaw jutted forward.

  I arched a brow at her and turned to Shone, folding my arms across my chest. “Where’s the sartorius muscle located?”

  He gave me a blank stare. “Umm.” He looked to Monica for help. “It’s in the forearm, right here.” He gestured near his elbow.

  “That’s the supinator or five other muscles in that area. The sartorius is the longest muscle on the body.” I drew a line with my finger down and around my thigh, then ended at the inside of my knee. “I figured it’d be pretty easy one to remember.” I shook my head and looked back at Monica. “Why’d you hire him?”

  Her whole body tensed, vibrating from the force. “Shut up!”

  “Shut up? That’s a terrible reason.”

  She screeched and stomped off to our office, slamming the door. Objects crashed against the wall, breaking, and I was happy I’d gone through and taken any personal items and personal information home the prior day.

  Dex walked up, complete shock written on his face. “Dude, what happened to you?”

  I shrugged. “I gave in.”

  “Gave in?”

  “Gave up fighting everything. I’m going to have Hope and get Monica out of my life for good.”

  “Have you talked to Hope? Did you fuck her?”

  “No, but she works tonight.”

  Dex slapped me on the back. “Good to see you again.”

  I swung my arm to the side and punched his stomach. “Back to work.”

  He rubbed his stomach and smiled. “Aye, aye, Capitano!”

  I leaned against the front desk, smiling at Dawn. “Who’s on my hit list today?”

  She reached out and gave me a high five. “Welcome back, boss.” She beamed at me. Was I really that far gone lately? “You’ve got Jason at two, followed by Sarah at three.”

  I nodded. “Plenty of time for a workout. Thanks.” I patted the desk as I stepped away. “Yo, Dex!” His head popped up. “Workout?”

  He gave me the thumbs-up and I moved to the locker room, a bit of a skip in my step that I didn’t even realize I’d been missing.

  --oOo--

  Cassie and her husband were keeping Mom company for the night, so I was in no rush to get home after my last client. It wasn’t a family dinner—those took place on Sundays—so I knew I wasn’t expected to be there.

  I had someone to visit.

  Still clad in my workout gear and my black t-shirt with the word “TRAINER” written across the back, I drove back to Union Jack’s to see the girl who made me crazy.

  The hostess, Adriane, remembered me from the day before and sat me in Hope’s nearly empty section. I vibrated just knowing she was near. When she came out from behind the kitchen door, I shuddered and adjusted my hardening cock.

  She stopped a few feet from the table and stared at me. “What are you doing here?”

  I had to bite my tongue to keep from moaning at the view of her cleavage in her tank top. A ripple moved through every nerve in my body.

  “I can’t have dinner and a drink?” I quirked my brow at her. Her movements were slow and cautious as she closed the last few feet. “Why are you acting so afraid of me?”

  She slammed a napkin down on the table in front of me and glared. “What can I get you to drink?”

  I smirked at her. “I’m not sure I can have what I want.”

  She looked away, the buzzing heat between us increasing. “Dos Equis?”

  I was pleasantly surprised that she remembered. “Water will do me for now.”

  She backed up, nearly tripping on her own feet as she turned to head to the bar, an embarrassed blush flooding her face. She looked over at me a couple of times, and I stared straight at her. Last time, I was unprepared to see her again, but tonight, I was going to make sure she knew I wasn’t afraid of the intensity between us.

  When she returned with my water and set the glass down, it slipped, tipping over and sloshing water onto the table. We both reached for it, and I barely managed to keep from touching her. The static current was still through the roof with how close we got. I couldn’t image how bad it would be when I actually got some skin-on-skin contact.

  “Sorry.” She wiped away the spilled liquid with some napkins.

  “Nothing to be sorry about, Hope.”

  Her eyes fluttered as I said her name, eliciting the response I was going for. The muscles in her jaw tensed.

  “Are you ready to order?”

  “I’d like the spicy veggie wrap.”

  “For your side?”

  “Chips are fine.”

  I handed her the menu, and she started to go, then stopped. “Why?”

  I sighed, knowing exactly what she meant—the same thing I’d given up on asking. “Fuck if I know.”

  She headed back into the kitchen, and I was left with a nearly empty area, nothing good on TV, and a water. Maybe I should’ve gotten the beer. Then again, the calories alone from the other night equated to about ten extra hours of cardio for my week. As much as I loved their pizza, I couldn’t handle it twice in one week.

  I pulled out my phone, distracting myself from thoughts of touching her, of letting my cock loose on her. Anything to keep me in check. Puppies seemed like a nice, safe subject.

  “Fuck.”

  My eye twitched, recognizing the voice of my vapid ex immediately.

  “Really, Jared? You didn’t ruin things enough today, so you had to fuck up my dinner tonight?”

  The hostess sat them directly across the empty space from me. Shone walked in behind her, ever the lost puppy.

  “I was here first. Ignore me, and both our dinners will remain intact.” I glared at her, hoping my death ray beams would work, but they were fresh out of laser gas.

  Unfortunately, Hope was their waitress as well. I hated that she was subjected to their poison. As she placed a napkin on their table, it fluttered to the ground. Without thought, she turned around and leaned over, giving me full view of her fuckable tits.

  I groaned and palmed my cock, pressing against the hard-on coming back like it’d never gone down when Monica entered the room. The sight killed me and ended way too soon, so I focused on her round ass and fucktastic curvy hips.

  Yeah, maybe not such a good idea with the hell-bitch so close.

  Once she got their drink order, she came back to check on me. “Refill?”

  I licked my lips. “I can’t stop thinking about what I really want.”

  She reached out and grabbed my glass. “And for now, that means water.”

  I leaned out of the booth to watch her ass as she walked away. No reason to be shy about it.

  “A chubby girl, Jared? Really?” the evil voice called out from across the room.

  “She’s not chubby.” I turned to glare at her, teeth grinding together.

  She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “She’s packing on a few extra pounds.”

  I swiveled in the booth to face her. “Are you saying that because you’re a super-skinny, muscle-obsessed bitch, you can’t see the beauty and sexiness in a soft, healthy, curvy body? I remember back when we met—when you were human—you weren’t too far off from her.”

  “I was never that bad.”

  “No, you were never that good. She’s a fucking goddess.” I smirked at her and grabbed my dick. “Are you jealous that she can turn me on just by looking at her?”

  Her gaze narrowed. “Shouldn’t you be home with your mommy?”

  “Shouldn’t you be shutting your fucking trap before you piss me off any more?” I turned to Shone, who sat there with stupid written all over his face, staring at us. “Dude, her pussy isn’t worth the hassle—I should know.”


  Monica jumped up, hissing, her face red and angry. “You wouldn’t know good pussy if it jumped on your dick.”

  I remained staring at Shone, ignore her tantrum. “And how the fuck do you put up with her bitchitude? I mean, there’s got to be tons of dim-witted girls out there that would be a perfect match for you color of crayon.”

  “Man, shut up. Stop pulling me into it.” Shone shook his head and looked at her. “Babe, sit down and ignore him.”

  “You should listen to your pup.”

  “He’s twenty-four, asshole!”

  “And you’re thirty.”

  “Shut the fuck up.” She snarled at me, shaking, and by the expression on Shone’s face, he had no idea.

  “That’s your comeback?” I quirked my brow at her and then tipped my head back, a strained laugh coming from my chest. “Thank God there are only ten months left on the lease.”

  And there it was—the first hint of what was going down. She’d find out next week anyway.

  Her expression was priceless—wide-eyed horror. It shocked me to see, because she was smart. How could she not see the writing on the wall? We were done as business partners.

  “You think I’m afraid of you?” Her hand shooed at me. “Crawl on back to your mommy’s house.”

  I stood up and faced her full on, every muscle tight. I was ready to fucking hit her, and there was no one to hold me back or calm me down—though Shone stood, moving to stand between us.

  “Say another fucking word about my mom, bitch.”

  “What? What will you do, dickwad?”

  I’d become so lost in the blazing anger that I didn’t notice the surge of lust that suddenly pumped through me. It wasn’t until a scream echoed off the walls that my vision cleared and I saw Hope at their table.

  “Oops,” she said, picking up a now-empty cup of soda.

  “You idiot!” Monica’s screech could be heard blocks away.

  “I’m sorry.” Hope remained calm and collected, nothing like when she was near me. A glance my way with a small smile was all I needed to understand she’d done it on purpose.

  It was the first sign she’d given me to show she was interested in me for more than the strange, overpowering attraction between us.

  Chapter 6

  The manager came out and asked us to either calm down or leave. There was no way in hell I was leaving, and Monica didn’t back down either. Instead, in her soaking wet clothes, she finally stopped talking and sat back down. She and Shone stayed on their side and left me alone.

  Peace at last.

  Well, as close as I would get to peace with the fire that ripped through me every time Hope came back in the room. Serving more tables meant she swung by more, and the lust was compounded with each pass. All control was fast slipping from me—I wanted to tear her apart. My muscles flexed, begging to touch her, consume her and burn together. I wanted to take her on the floor right there in front of Monica.

  “How’s your wrap?” She tipped the water pitcher in her hand, refilling my glass.

  I finished up my bite and stared into her blue eyes, another shiver running through me, cock twitching. “I didn’t come here for the food, but the wrap is good.”

  Her hand tightened around the handle, lip caught between her teeth again as she shook her head. “Stop.”

  I grabbed hold of the pitcher, afraid of what I would do if I touched her skin. “I wouldn’t even if I could.”

  She gave me one last look before turning and walking away. Something inside me got angry every time she left, but at the same time, I loved to watch her body move. Each stride of her long legs begged me to follow.

  After she refilled my water and I paid the bill, I figured I’d worn out my welcome for the day, especially by the glares I got from the manager. There was always tomorrow. As I exited the bathroom, ready to jump into my car, her melodic voice filled my ears.

  “Mac, I’m going to take a break. Table two has their check.”

  She walked past the restroom alcove and out the back door. My cock twitched as I stood there, deciding what to do. Truth be told, there was no decision. I’d already started following her.

  I knew what I wanted to do, what I needed. The devil was winning again, because I was going to get it.

  She’d reached the edge of the building by the time I got out the door, my pace even, measured, letting the thirst for her fill me. When I rounded the corner, she was leaning against the brick wall, looking down at her phone and typing away.

  She shivered, her gaze lifting to me, lips parting. “What are you doing back here?”

  I stopped a few feet in front of her. “Are you saying I can’t be back here?”

  Her gaze flitted around, trying not to look at me as she squeezed her phone. “No, but you should leave.”

  The nervousness radiating from her only fueled the energy moving in waves between us.

  “I was walking to my car, but I felt you calling to me.” I step forward and caged her with my arms. The vibration, the desire-filled excitement, skyrocketed.

  So close.

  Inches apart.

  All sense was gone, replaced by a greedy hunger to touch her.

  “You need to get away from me.”

  “Why? Because you can’t control yourself?”

  She reached out and pressed against my chest. A shudder rocked us both at the contact. Tiny, dick-twitching whimpers and a hitched breath had me moaning. The skin beneath her hand burned.

  “Fuck you.”

  I smirked and leaned in closer to whisper in her ear. “I plan to.”

  “Oh, God.” She tilted her head, exposing her neck, fingers clenching against my chest as she fisted my shirt and pulled me closer. The heat from her body was hotter than the fires of hell where I was sure to end up.

  “He’s obviously not here. I’m Jared.” I couldn’t get her to look at my face, but her breath had become labored. “You look fucking tasty in these little scraps of cloth. Tempting me. Are you trying to get a cock shoved up your tight little cunt?”

  “It’s my uniform.”

  I removed one hand from the wall and set it on her waist, groaning at the electric shock that burst through my body, firing off every cell in me. My fingers caressed her exposed flesh as I moved down to her hip.

  “It’s a tiny uniform. Does it get you a lot of offers?”

  She nodded, and my hand flexed on her hip, all soft women curves, succulent beneath my touch.

  Her other hand fisted into the fabric of my shirt at my waist. “I like to feel their eyes on me.”

  A small step forward, aided by her tugging grip, and the gap between us disappeared. My mouth dropped open, hips rocking my painfully hard cock into her stomach. “That’s a dangerous game, little girl.”

  Her breath was hot against my neck. “I get so wet thinking about some guy hard for me. Fantasize about being taken against a wall, hard and fast.”

  The skin on her neck pinked—I loved to see the flush of her skin. I leaned in closer, my lips ghosting against hers. "Is that what you want me to do?”

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck,” I growled out. My hand slipped around to the front of her shorts and cupped her pussy. “You’re not a good girl, are you? Underneath your innocent façade, you’re fucking naughty, is that it?”

  She whimpered and pushed against my hand.

  “How do you like to be punished? By my hand as it strikes against your plump backside? Or maybe by my cock slamming into you so hard you see stars? How about keeping you on edge, unable to come, until I let you?”

  Her eyes were completely clouded over and heavy, her voice almost a whisper. “I don’t care.”

  “You don’t care?”

  “As long as it means you’re touching me.”

  “Only me?”

  She nodded and pulled me tighter to her. “Only you make me feel this way.”

  I popped the button on her shorts and pushed my hand into the small gap, groaning at the heat of h
er bare, wet pussy.

  “I told you I’d be back to take what’s mine.” My lips crashed to hers, taking what I’d dreamed of for days.

  The euphoric sound of her moans traveled between us, pushing me to kiss her harder as her arms wrapped around my neck, her nails digging in. My fingers slipped between her pussy lips and inside. She drew in a ragged breath, her hips flexing forward, pushing me deeper.

  I rocked them in and out, my palm pressed against her clit. High-pitched whimpers moved from her mouth to mine and shot through my cock, forcing me to move. Shallow thrusts against her relieved some need while her tongue sucked on mine and her nails dug into my skin. She almost had me coming in my shorts.

  I wanted to get her off, watch her come undone from my hand, before I shot off.

  “So fucking soft and tight. My cock can’t wait.”

  An unknown voice called out for her from around the corner, and I groaned.

  “Fuck!”

  She whimpered, pressing harder against my hand, rocking faster.

  “Back to work, little girl. You have customers that need servicing.”

  I pulled my fingers out and looked into her eyes as I stuck them in my mouth. Fuck, she tasted good, and I groaned, lapping up all of her. She let out a strangled cry, her head against the brick, lids heavy as her hips rolled, thighs clenching together. Neither of us was going to get off right then.

  So close. I had her on the edge.

  I stepped back and adjusted my near-bursting hard-on. She licked her lips, her gaze locked on my bulging tent. I grabbed hold of it, making sure she knew what waited for her.

  “We’re not done.”

  She licked her lips. “Fuck, it’s big.”

  I smirked at her. “It’s what you have to look forward to.”

  Her boss called out for her again, and without breaking eye contact with me, she called back. “Coming!”

  “Almost, but you will.” Instead, she’d have to suffer through work turned on and wanting my cock.

  I hated watching her walk away, but loved that she looked back before disappearing.

  A heavy breath left me, and I leaned against the brick exterior for a moment to calm myself. It didn’t help, so I pulled my keys out and headed to my truck. The second I got in and closed the door, I reached in my shorts and pulled my cock out.