Hustle Me (Bank Shot Romance #1)(43)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I was determined to find a way to save the tavern and I was willing do whatever I needed to do to get it done.

Chapter 25

Charlie

Lydia Thomas left me more confused. I could tell that Jammer was desperate for me to forgive him. I wanted to, I really did. It hadn’t even been twenty four hours and I felt like calling him and telling him to come be with me. It’s funny how you don’t know how much someone means to you until they’re gone.

Ryan was really happy when Jammer came back, so when he left again, it was harder for me to explain he wasn’t coming back. Just as I put Ryan to bed, I got a text message.

I’m sitting outside. If you don’t let me in, I’m going to sleep in my car. -J

Are you really trying to coax your way inside like that? – C

Charlie, I know you’re mad at me, but I also know you’re in love with me. -J

Did he really just say that to me?

You aren’t coming in. -C

I’ll play you for your heart.-J

You’re crazy.-C

Okay obviously I have an advantage. I’m going to stand at your door for exactly ten minutes. If you love me like I think you do, you’ll let me in. -J

What if I don’t open it?-C

Then I will know that you never loved me and we are over for good.-J

I guess this is going to be a long ten minutes for you. -C

I’m confidant you will come to the door.-J

When does the ten minutes start?-C

Two minutes ago.-J

My heart was beating so hard that I swear I could hear it. I could be stubborn and pretend that I didn’t love him, but would I be hurting him or myself more. The truth was that being without Jammer was going to suck. For the first time since I was ten years old, I felt safe, I felt happy and most importantly I felt loved. He may have not said it, but I felt it every single day. We had become a team and although it hadn’t been long, our time together had showed me what a real relationship was like.

I looked at the clock and three minutes had passed. I had five more minutes to decide on my future with Jammer. Sure, I was still angry and pissed, but what was happening wasn’t just about Jammer lying to me. I could try to handle this myself or have someone to do it with me. I think I knew the answer even before my feet hit the steps. When I got close to the front door I could see him leaning against it. I don’t know why, but I stood there and just watched him. He looked down at his phone and check the time. I pulled mine out of my pocket and saw that nine minutes had passed.

I wasn’t usually one to joke around, but since Jammer was so sure about me opening the door, I ducked down and waited until eleven minutes had passed.

He checked his phone and shook his head. He pressed his face against the door and looked inside to see if I was coming and turned to start walking toward his car. I waited until he hit the curb before sending him a message.

I wasn’t good enough to wait two extra minutes?

He looked up and saw me waving at the door. I watched him shake his head and start walking back. When I opened it up, he grabbed me into his arms and held me tight against his chest. "I am so sorry, Charlie."

"I’m still mad at you."

He pulled away and kissed me softly. "I know. I get it."

"The thing is, I know I won’t always be mad and I’m not willing to lose you in the meantime. I don’t want to go through this at all, but with you by my side, it makes it all easier."

"I might have drove away, but I would have come back tomorrow."

I laughed as we walked inside hand in hand. "I would have expected you to still show up for work. You are pretty much the best bartender ever."

He smiled and nudged me with his hip. "I only work hard so I can impress my sexy ass boss."

"I hear she’s a real bitch."

He cupped his hands around my face and rubbed my lips with his thumbs. "I think I’m in love with her."

This was it. This was going to be the first time I ever told a guy that I loved him. I could feel my cheeks getting red as I was overwhelmed with animosity. Talking about my feelings had always been so hard for me. Still, I just wasn’t willing to take any more risks when it came to losing him. "I’m pretty sure she loves you too."

He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me into the stairwell. "I need to get you naked."

I felt his lips on mine and I pulled back a little. “This isn’t going to solve anything. I’m still going to be mad.” My hands slid under his shirt as we sat down on the stairs.

“I like it when you’re mad. You take it out on me when we f**k.” He tugged on my shirt and I let him lift it over my head. Next came my bra and then I felt him tugging down my pants. He was going to bang me right here on the steps. I grabbed the button to his jeans and yanked them down hard as our tongues continued to tease one another.

Jammer ran his hands into my hair and pressed his body against mine. I could feel his erection pressing into my thigh, so I reached down and held it in my hand. He buried his face into my neck. “I want you so bad. Turn your ass around.” He stood up and kicked off his jeans. Before I turned around, I watched him ripping off his t-shirt. I loved looking at his tattooed chest. Just seeing it turned me on. I turned around and felt the warmth of his naked body pressing over my back. His hand ran up and down my ass cheek right before he smacked it hard. I jumped and next felt his hands rubbing out where he’d slapped. “God, I love this ass.”

I leaned my head on my hands as I continued to hold my ass in the air for Jammer. His hand ran up my back and then down it. When he reached my ass, he slid his finger down in between the crack. He slid that one finger all the way down until he reached my pu**y. “Tell me how mad you are, Charlie.”

His voice vibrated off of my neck when he said it. I could feel tingling in my ni**les and I was ready for him to do whatever he wanted. I’d just had the worst day ever and this was just what the doctor ordered. “I hate you.”

His finger slid back up and punctured the base of my ass. I wanted to freak out, but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. He cupped one of my butt cheeks with one hand and slowly moved a finger from his other hand inside of my ass. He tickled the rim and continued to kiss the back of my shoulders as he leaned over me. “Tell me you want me, Charlie.”

I bit down on the back of my hand enjoying a little too much how his finger felt as it violated me. “I want you.”

He thrusted harder. “Louder, Charlie. Tell me to f**k that pretty little pu**y.”

Hearing him talking nasty just made me want him more and he knew it. “Please, Jammer, I want you inside of me.” I said it loudly and it echoed in the dim light stairwell.