Wanting Reed (Break Me) BOOK 2 by Antoinette Candela Page A

again, which is okay. I turn to the bar needing a beer real bad, but the bar is packed. Sam, the regular bartender with big tits and a tiny waist is on tonight and quickly notices me drumming my fingers impatiently on the bar. She’s another one that has her eye on me. She does that to most guys, so I don’t feel special and I definitely don’t want what she’s offering.
    “Hey, sweetie,” she purrs. “What can I get ya?”
    “Heineken.” I smile as I check her out. She’s nice on the eyes with her tight-ass skirt and low-cut silk top, but I wouldn’t get my dick within ten feet of her. I grab my beer and quickly look toward the stage before she catches me staring.
    I rub my eyes, thinking it’s the glare from the light show on stage that’s making me see sun spots. Unfortunately for fucking me, it’s not. I step into the shadows behind a pillar positioned toward the back of the small makeshift dance floor and watch as she dances with a guy that’s not Tyler. No, he’s some fucking blondie that’s smiling like he just fucking won the lottery. He’s got his hands on her hips, pressing her impeccable body against his and she’s leaning her head back against his shoulder as he caresses her hair that cascades down her bare shoulders. She’s not curling it around her finger. She’s not thinking; she’s feeling. I can see his mouth hovering over her lips. I know exactly what he’s fucking thinking, what he’s smelling and what he’s wanting to taste right now.
    I fucking want to bum rush the crowd and push him away from her. What the fuck? Where’s Tyler? I’d rather it be him all over her than this motherfucker. I can’t tear away my fucking eyes. I stand there watching her body move against his with the music. She laughs and smiles at him as she throws her hands around his neck. She’s definitely gotten over me in a heartbeat, and I feel fucking sick to my stomach. I want to grab her and throw her over my shoulder, then pin her against the wall and make up for all our lost time. I realize tonight that I fucking need her in my life in the worst way.
    I keep my eyes on her as I take a long pull of my beer. Piper walks up to her and taps her on the shoulder while handing her a beer. What the fuck? Is Elle her new friend? Now this is some fucked-up shit. I can’t go up to her. I know what I need to do. I need to fucking move on and forget about her, but that’s easier said than done.
    “Reed?”
    My eyes are all glazed from watching her as I reluctantly turn to the sound of the female voice coming from my right. I feel her hand clutch my bicep and travel down my arm.
    “I never thought I would see you again,” she whispers into my ear. I know her; she’s the tall redhead from way back with the nice, lean body and perfect breasts and hair. She loved it when I pulled her hair.
    “Hey.” I shake my fucked-up head and smile at her, thinking what better way to break me out of this lovesick haze than to have some fun with a redhead again.
    “You don’t remember my name, do ya?” she purrs, trailing her hand down the left side of my chest.
    “Don’t take it personally, sweetheart.”
    “Sierra.” She takes a step closer and licks her lower lip, pressing her body against me. I can feel her breath caress my cheek.
    “That’s a fucking nice name. I’ll make sure to remember it this time,” I reply, trying not to sound discouraged.
    “Does that mean...” I cut her off before I change my mind about what I’m going to say.
    “If you’re nice, I’m sure I can give you whatever it is that you’re looking for tonight.” I run my hand through my hair, wondering how I’m going to let her down easy. Fuck it. I have nothing to lose now.
    “I’ll be a perfect angel,” she moans into my ear. “We never got to do some things the first time.” She curls her slender arm around mine while her fingers settle on my bicep.
    “I promise we’ll do those and so much more.”
    I glance back and notice