So maybe I was more than a little pissed when I dropped her back off at the diner that night. Hey, she was ticked too, but I’d be miffed to if I hadn’t come. Boy oh fucking boy had I ever came. I never, ever take a bitch without latex. How in the hell I forgot blows my mind. Once again…just Skye. There was no way I could stop by the time she’d realized I was bare either. Fuck. Thing is? I’d fuck her thirty times over raw again. It took all I had not to fuck her again after I saw my come leaking out of her pussy when I pulled out. Fact is, I had to leave her in the garage while she dressed because all I wanted was to fuck her again until she and I came together like we had at the gym.

Three days is long enough, hell, it’s all I can handle. She can still be pissed if she wants, but she can throw that attitude around while my dick’s inside of her because it’s a fucking turn on. One minute she looks at me like she hates me but soon enough her eyes roll back and I know that Skye’s where I want her.

Picking up my phone, I do exactly what I told myself I wouldn’t do…again. I text Skye once more.

Jaden: “We need to talk, Skye.”

For the first time in three days, she responds and the alert surprised me because I didn’t expect her to answer. Like the 20 times before.

Skye: “We have nothing to talk about. Lose my number. Forget my name.”

Like hell!

Jaden: “Bullshit. You come to me before seven or I’m coming to you.”

Skye: “I’m blocking your number. Stay away from me.”

Jaden: “Knock the shit off. See you by seven.”

Message send failure.

I hit re-send.

Message send failure.

FUCK!

She seriously blocked me. Without thinking, I throw my phone and watch as the eight hundred dollar explodes against my office wall. Dammit! I’ve only had that phone for a few weeks.

******

Watching the big hand on the clock hit the twelve and then the one, two, three, I feel my pulse rising. It’s now well past seven and no sign of Skye. Did you really expect her to come to you? No, no I didn’t. The broad has more stubbornness than is good for her. And, yet I’m hooked on her. Like some fucking fiend, I watched the clock all damn day. Every time the bell sounded, I stared at the door to see if it was the black haired woman herself. No, it wasn’t—it never was. I’ve pushed my body to its fucking brink today. I didn’t have any clients after three, and I couldn’t stand to be in my office any longer. The million pieces from my phone ridiculed me all afternoon so I worked out.

I jumped rope, I ran nine miles on the treadmill, I benched fifteen pounds over my top weight, and still all I can think of is Skye. Fuck. I grab the back of my sweat-drenched shirt and pull it off on my way to the locker room. She wants to do this the hard way? Fine. But fuck, I reek and Skye and I have a little date after my shower.

“Hopping in the shower and then I’m taking off. Lock up when you leave, Becks,” I yell over my shoulder as I push open the door to the locker room.

“No problem, boss,” Becky answers.

Fifteen minutes later, I’m pulling off Forrester and turning onto Fifth. No doubt she’s working at the club tonight. Last place I want to go, but here goes nothing.

As I approach the corny ass neon pink lights of Pinkies, I say a silent prayer I make it outta here without the ‘roid apes fist prints on my face. And, I’m not a religious man. I take a deep breath and head toward the front door with my cover charge in my hand and a fucking wish in the other.

Chapter Fifteen

**Skye**

He doesn’t say anything, but I know he’s waiting for his chance to corner me. No way in hell am I going to take his drink order. If Jaden wants a drink he can go to the bar and get one from Nate himself. Thank God, Rhett isn’t working tonight. That’s all I need. Yeah, yeah, I know I did it to myself. Well…that’s not completely true. Rhett’s been firing me up daily for weeks now and he’s yet to seal the deal. It’s not an excuse and I’m not even going to pretend that it justifies my behavior, it doesn’t. But, on the other hand Jaden’s given me what my body needed when Rhett hasn’t. I hate myself right now.

This is what I do and what I’ve been doing. I tell myself how wrong I am and then I think of all these reasons that have brought me to this fucked-up situation. Morally? I’m screwed. Physically? I’ve taken what I needed from Jaden while my head and heart took what I needed from Rhett.

It’s over. I ended it—whatever the hell it was with Jaden. I want Rhett and I’m willing to risk his rejection. There it is…the truth. I’m waiting, just waiting for Rhett to reject me. Sure he acts like I’m the one he wants, but don’t guys usually try to sleep with the ones they want? Hell, they’ll sleep with the ones they don’t want. There’s no doubt that he likes me. But I’m not sure he wants me. His kisses tell me he does, but every time he walks out my door leaving me wanting? Doubt sneaks in and takes hold and I’ve let it lead me into Jaden’s arms of all people. No more.

Rhett is coming back tomorrow. He’d left four days ago to some family thing with Ryan at his Pasadena rehab facility. Every night he’s called and we’ve talked for hours. I’ve learned so much about him during our phone calls, and I’ve shared so much with him as well. The last thing I want to do is hurt him and if he does care as much as he claims to, I made the decision that whatever it is Jaden and I were doing is done. Completely. Done. The risk of losing Rhett if he ever found out is far too great than some quick fucks.

When I hear the open bars of Twisted Sister’s “I Wanna Rock” I know that Candy’s hitting the stage. Jesus, would the woman die if she picked a song not from the 80’s? Probably.

Risking him seeing, I glance at Jaden’s table, but it’s empty. Where in the hell?

“Looking for someone, sweetheart?”

I gasp and almost drop my tray.

“You know you make a similar sound when I first slip my dick inside you?”

“Get the fuck away from me, Jaden!” I say through clenched teeth, my heart racing as much from fear as adrenaline. Not fear that he’ll hurt me, but fear I won’t be strong enough to resist him once again. Then, I think of Rhett, and I know I can. He’s admitted that he’s kept me at a distance because he’s afraid of screwing up whatever is happening between us.

“You didn’t follow my orders today—”

“I don’t follow orders.”

And there’s that damn mocking laugh of his again. “Oh I noticed, Skye. Believe me, I’ve noticed.” His growl all but has me combusting. My shameless body clenches remembering the last time I heard that same growl as he came deep within my body. I’d never had a man come inside me without a latex barrier before. I’ll admit I fucking loved it and want it again, but not with him. No, not with Jaden, but with Rhett.

“Fuck you!” I all but scream at him before I walk away.

Tossing my tray on the bar top, I find Nate. “Tell Cal I didn’t feel well and I had to leave.” Without looking, I know Jaden is approaching, I feel him. “I’ll make up my remaining 45 minutes tomorrow. Kennedy can cover my tables—“

“What’s goin’ on, Sunny?” His eyes leave mine and land on something—rather someone over my shoulder. Jaden. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I just got this stomach thing. Maybe something I ate earlier. Night, Nate.” He nods, but I can tell he doesn’t believe me.

This time I don’t risk glancing at Jaden, I know he’s not far behind me when I head toward the back. No way in hell will Charlie let him backstage.

Grabbing my jacket and backpack, I head out the backdoor toward my car tonight instead of the front door. Trying to avoid the puddles of rain water quickly forming in the pothole riddled backlot of Pinkies, I make it to my car in record time and soon enough I’m cruising down Oakly about to turn on Fifth headed home.