Chapter 12

Faris

I’m about to explode. Every time I help her line up her next shot, I press my cock as hard against her as I possibly can. Surely she’s felt it by now. She has to be turned on. Doesn’t she?

Tyler might know her if he recognises her from highschool. My band members are still clueless about who I’m with. Apparently they don’t recognize her any better than I did, but they’re staying on the far side of the bar, completely engulfed by the women around them. I’ve ignored the curious looks from Rebel and Ryan. If I don’t find a way to fuck Sierra and get this over with, I might commit myself to the asylum.

Surely if I fuck her, then I’ll be fine. It’ll be out of my system. Sierra was always pretty enough, but it was really hard that time to have acknowledge her or anyone else. We were teenagers back than and I had a pretty big dream. I still have my dream and working really hard to achieve it. I can't let relationship and stuffs fuck with me now. I have waited so long to reach where I am now. I can't do relationship but if she is up for a night than it might just do for the both of us.

Now... I fucked up by not knowing it was her. Had I known right away it was her, then I wouldn’t have fallen into this nonsensical infatuation.

“Eight ball, corner pocket,” she says, bending over right in front of me.

I groan as her dress slides up just enough to make me want to slam into her from behind. I want to be buried inside her right now. I can’t do it. It’s Sierra. She’s hotter than I’ve ever fucking noticed before, but it’s Sierra, damn it.

“Never gonna happen,” I mutter, reminding myself this is off-limits.

“Watch me,” she says, thinking I was referring to her shot.

I step closer, my feet moving of their own accord, and I run my hand over her ass before I realize what I’m doing. I shouldn’t have had so much liquor. It makes me a bit too cozy even for my own liking.

She stiffens under my touch, and I give her ass a squeeze, feeling my dick almost try to detach after the extended amount of time it’s been fully erect. I honestly don’t know if I’ve ever needed to fuck someone so badly in all my life.

My emotions and thoughts keep contradicting themselves, making it hard to decipher what the hell I’m actually going to do.

“I need to go,” she says, putting the pool stick down on the table without attempting her shot.

She staggers slightly, and I wrap my arms around her to steady her... Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

“You’re drunk,” I say, waving at the waitress to bring over my tab. “You can’t drive.”

“I have a hotel room,” she mumbles. “Across the street. I planned ahead.”

She had to mention a hotel. Damn. And what was she planning for?

“Don’t tell me you came here to get laid,” I almost growl.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t. I need to go. Mission not accomplished.”

Really? She’s not the least bit turned on by me? After all that?

“I’ll walk you.” I’m a little pissed that she was going to fuck some stranger but not me. At least she knows me.

I roll my eyes when the voice in my head starts sounding like an annoying bitch instead of a badass guy.

“I can walk myself,” she says, pushing away from me.

I can't let her go now, can I? I questioned myself if I can ever let her go. She is Sierra and she has been a part of my life whether I agree to it or not. I want her even if it is just for tonight.