Sea Breeze 02 - Because of Low

Dewayne replied.
    I wanted to believe that too but right now I just wanted to leave. I didn’t have a response, so I left.
    Only two days later and here I was again. Another bar, alone outside because a sexy blonde bombshell had stolen my guy. Well technically he wasn’t my guy last time but he had been flirting with me. I stared down at the dress I’d spent twenty minutes ironing because it had been folded up in the bottom of my suitcase for months. There was never any reason to wear it. The guy who’d helped me out of the truck had seemed to really like me. Just me. My eyes started to water and I bit back the sting of tears. I would not do that here. I had my pride. My cell phone was in Marcus’s truck along with my purse. I hadn’t wanted to deal with it while dancing. This dress had no where to tuck anything. Calling Cage was impossible. Probably a good thing. Last thing I wanted was to have Cage angry with Marcus. We’d barely had a real date.
    Reaching down to undo the straps around my ankles I slipped off my heels and crossed the street. If I was walking the two miles back to the apartment barefoot then I was taking the beach route. Sand was easier on the feet than asphalt. Beside if tears rolled down my face on the dark beach, no one would see.

    Chapter Eleven

    Marcus

    “Jess I don’t see them. Like I said, I think you’ve had too much too drink.” Jess crossed her arms strategically under her breasts and pouted. I was beginning to think I’d been had and that pissed me off. When Jess had come to ask me to help her get to her car out back I’d told her to find Rock. But she’d said she couldn’t find him and there were two big stray dogs outside blocking her path to her car. Leaving Willow with Preston bothered me. She was very worked up from our dancing. So damn worked up I’d needed to put some space between us so I could think straight. When she’d started trembling in my arms as I ran my hands over the tops of her thighs I thought I was imagining it. But then she did it again harder. By God no one but me was going to get to witness her orgasm. My heart had almost pounded out of my chest and I’d been so freaking hard, I was pretty sure I’d have suffered permanent damage if I hadn’t gotten her off that dance floor and calmed myself down.
    Jess’s appearance had been the distraction I needed to lose my boner and catch my breath. Dealing with stray dogs would clear my head. That way I could come back and take Willow on that walk along the beach I’d promised her. I wanted tonight to be special. My flipping that little dress up and sliding my hands between her legs was definitely not what I wanted to happen. Especially considering she had to be pretty damn inexperienced to be brought to an orgasm with just a few touches. Slow Marcus. I had to take it slow.
    “Well fine then. I guess you can go back inside to your date,” Jess grumbled.
    “Yep I think you’re safe,” I replied and headed inside the back door. There had never been any dogs. Of that I was certain. But at least I wasn’t sporting the woody from hell anymore. I stopped by the bar and picked up our drinks then headed for the table. Preston and Dewayne were alone and the severe looks on their faces made me halt in my steps.
    AH HELL NO!
    I’m an idiot.
    Slamming the drinks down on the table I studied both their faces and I knew. Without asking I knew.
    “When did she leave?” I managed to ask over the sick knot in my stomach.
    “Right after you walked off holding hands with Jess,” Preston replied.
    “Said she was getting air but we all know that means she’s jetting,” Dewayne piped up.
    “Why did you not do something ?” I barely contained the roar in my chest.
    Preston shrugged looking somewhat sorrowful, “I did man. I told her it probably wasn’t what it looked like.”
    It probably wasn’t what it looked like? Really Preston? That was the best you could do?”
    “Hey don’t growl at me. You were the one who was dumb enough to walk off with Jess after almost having sex with Low on the dance floor.”
    I was going to be sick.
    I stalked to the door wanting desperately to run. Had she called Cage? To save her from me? Opening the door I stepped into a parking lot full of cars but no people. No Willow.
    Why hadn’t I told her what I was going to do? Did she not realize I was doing all I could do not to find an empty corner and run my hands and tongue all over her body? How could she think I would