By: Tara West
Publication date: October 10th, 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Andrés, why can’t it be enough that I love you? That I want to spend forever with you. Why must you expect so much more? I’m not ready for marriage and a family. I don’t know if I ever will be.
Christina, I need to know that what I’m putting into this relationship isn’t all for nothing. To me, you mean everything. But I won’t be your stepping stone. Because as much as it would kill me, if you refuse to commit to something more, I will walk away.
Will Christina ever be ready? Will Andrés stay or walk? Will their love endure or is it doomed before they even have a chance?
I make my way through the crowd toward Andrés, ignoring the “Hey, baby” from some drunk behind me. Andrés is at a table with a bunch of guys I’ve never met before. He’s probably never met them before, either, but Andrés has this magnetic personality, and he can make friends with just about anyone.
He’s sitting on the edge of his seat, waiting for the quarterback to throw the ball. He still hasn’t spotted me, so I hang back for a second. He’s got this look on his face as if all of life’s happiness hinges on this one moment.
I don’t bother looking at the television. Watching Andrés is far more enjoyable. He jumps out of his seat, pumping his fist in the air and hollering. He’s taller than most of the other men, and far more attractive. Even in late fall, he’s got beautifully tanned skin. He let his military cut grow out a little, and he’s got just the right amount of wave to his thick hair.
He’s kept his physique in prime shape, too. He’s been out of the army for almost eight months, but Andrés takes his PT seriously, jogging every morning before work and lifting weights three times a week. Sometimes, he even talks me into going jogging with him, which is totally insane because the sun isn’t even up yet, and I’m already exhausted from school, work and sex, lots and lots of sex.
I smile as he high-fives the other guys before falling back into his chair. He finally sees me as he leans over and grabs a nacho off the tray. He pops the chip in his mouth and waves me over. There are no empty chairs, which suits me just fine. I take a seat on Andrés’s thigh and plant a big kiss on his lips. He tastes like salsa and corn chips. I reach across his broad chest and steal his beer.
“Hey,” he says to me as he steals it back before I can take a sip. “Not until you eat something, mija.” He sets down the glass and pushes a styrofoam box toward me. “I ordered it to go. I didn’t think you’d come inside.” He’s got this apologetic look in his big, brown eyes, as if he’s sorry my dinner is in a box.
Jackson wouldn’t have thought to order me a meal at all. I frown as I pull away and open my box. Why would I even be thinking about Jackson? We’ve been broken up for six months.
I lick my lips when I see I’ve got a big Cobb salad with chopped egg, chunks of bleu cheese, bacon pieces, grilled chicken, and two sides of balsamic vinaigrette. Oh, yum! Damn, the boy is thoughtful. Not only does he remember my favorite salad, he also remembers I love extra dressing. Jackson wouldn’t have— Shit! Enough about Jackson.
I shake the image of my former fiancé’s pouty face out of my mind as I dig into my food.
Andrés kneads the tension from my shoulders as I eat. I shift in his lap a few times and smile to myself as I feel his growing bulge pressing against my ass.
Andrés grabs hold of my hips and growls a warning in my ear. “Stop, before I take you in the bathroom.”
I angle my head toward him and wink. “You don’t have the balls.”
He lifts a challenging eyebrow and licks his full, sensual lips. “Don’t dare me, mija. I’ll bend you over the sink.”
My jaw drops, and as I look into his smoky gaze, I realize he’s not joking. Oh-mi-god! Sex in a crowded bar bathroom. That one isn’t on my bucket list, but it sure as hell is on my bucket list now. I reach between our bodies and stroke down the length of his erection, causing him to growl and grab my wrist.
I giggle and lick my lips as he pulls my hand to his mouth and plants a tender kiss on my palm. For a moment, I forget we’re in a crowded bar. The sound of cheering and swearing is drowned out by my buzzing hormones. After the shit I went through today, I could so go for an orgasm right now. Or two. Or three. I’m so damn tempted to pull him from this chair and drag him to the bathroom myself.
A former high school English teacher, I now work from home as a novelist and a part-time graphic designer. I love dragons, handsome heroes, and chocolate. I’m willing to share my dragons and heroes. Keep your hands off my chocolate!