Page 25 of The Do Over
Well, if he did not call him out with that one. Jack watched as Micheal walked back to join the crowd, immediately catching the attention of a woman that kissed him on the cheek.
Truth was, he was jealous. Jealous that they had no responsibilities that made them aware of their every step. That made them doublethink their every action, thought, emotion, and everything other aspect of life that could spill over. Jack wished he could do as Micheal did, take a peck on the cheek and dance with a woman for a while before moving on to another.
Or dance withjustone woman. Put his arm around her waist and pull her close. Whispering things in her ear that would make her laugh. Feel the warmth of her mouth in places that had him losing coherent thoughts.
The only problem with that was, he couldn’t. He had Aidan to care for and his son is at an age where he needs a lot of attention. Jack went a long time without social interaction because he was too scared to make mistakes. He wasn’t sure there was anyone out there who would put up with him as much as Angel did.
All he could do was wish.
Jack sat there for another twenty minutes, contemplating whether to leave the party without anyone noticing. He eventually decided against it since they had all come in groups—the men—and he wasn't the one who drove. He would have to catch a cab if anyone would be on the road at this time of the night.
He could only wait until the party was over and then follow the rest to the hotel they would lodge for the night. The minute he decided to stay, he caught an unwanted sight coming his way.
"Jack!" She waved her hand before getting close, a broad smile.
Jack wanted nothing to do with the hand or the smile, but he let the person who had both of them approach him and take a seat where Micheal got up from.
"Looks like your flatmate is having some fun," Bethany said.
"I can see that," he replied dryly. Sophie had moved from Jerry to some other guy, and the dude looked like he was having a swell time. It made him jealous, so jealous that he didn't notice that Bethany had left where she was to sit next to him and now had her hand on his leg.
It was when she touched his chest that he flinched and looked at her.
"Come on," she shrugged, letting her hand roam over his chest, "you used to like it when I did this. Of course, your shirt was always off, but we can't go shirtless here, can we? Except you're in for a—"
"Absolutely not." Jack took her hand and brought it to the table. "I am not in for anything, and you have to forget thatithappened between us."
"Why?" She looked upset. "It's not like it was a one-time thing. We had a whole month together, and I had to stay at a hotel, so we could fuck whenever you wanted it. I didn't mind that you always left at night or wouldn't go out in public with me.
"I thought that you were going to come around. I wanted you in college, but you dated that "goodie too shoes" Sophie, but you came around and realized I was the right person for you."
Jack shook his head.
"You weren't. You aren't the right person for me. What we had, Bethany was a colossal mistake. I was going through a rough time, and I did some things that I'm not proud of. Sleeping with you is one of them. And yes, I dated Sophie in college.
"But that was because I was in love with her. I slept with you because you wouldn't leave me alone, and the second I touched you, you gave me what I thought I needed atthattime."
When her eyes widened, and she drew back, Jack knew his words stung. But he couldn't take them back because it was exactly how he felt. He had been trying to be nice, but Bethany would get it eventually.
This was also why he didn't apologize when she huffed, puffed, and finally got up, giving him the stink eye before storming off. She would have a better time hanging out with anyone else but him. He, on the other hand, would wallow in his misery and get a bottle in the hopes that, at the end of the night, he would have begun putting Sophie behind him.
CHAPTER11
SHE WAS BLAMING THE BOOZE.
She was blaming the booze.
Sophie only had half a glass before she had summoned the courage to walk up to Jack and kiss him, which led to him pulling her to straddle his legs and then more kissing, but she was blaming her decision on the alcohol.
But by everything that she stood for, the man could kiss. His lips were everywhere, in a hurry to touch every part of her skin. She gave him access—tilting her head so he could trace wet kisses and leave nips down the slope of her neck, her collarbone, and around her breasts when he cupped them through the flimsy shirt she had shrugged on that morning when they came home from the bachelorette and bachelor party.
She knew he had been looking at her throughout the night, and she was looking at him, too…from her peripheral vision. The little stint with Jerry and the other man, whose name she did not bother asking, for was to make him jealous, and it worked; worked so well that she was turned on the whole night.
So when she woke up in the afternoon—after sleeping the entire morning away—and saw him on the couch in the living room, she walked back into her room, drank some liquid courage, and stepped out again.
"You're like a drug, Sophie,” Jack said before his mouth closed over her breast, sucking through the fabric of her shirt. The wet heat from his mouth, the friction from the shirt, and the desperate desire that wound up tightly wrapped in her stomach drove Sophie wild.
She yanked on his hair, pushing his head and mouth down until she could feel his teeth scrape her areola and his mouth twirling circles around her hardened nipple. His other hand squeezed while his fingers rubbed and flicked and did wicked things to her other nipple. Sophie rocked back and forth on his legs, feeling his erection pressed against her belly, feeling it pressed against the part of her that wanted him in…not out.
