My Second Chance at Love

Confrontations

Andrew’s POV…

I see that f**ker walk to the bathroom and decide it’s now or never. I tell Emma I’m gonna rock his world and to go get us some more drinks. I fix her skirt because half her ass is out and my hands have been covering it. I walk towards the bathroom where my unsuspecting victim awaits.

He’s standing at the urinal. And I go to the one right beside him. I look over and die laughing. I make a show of pulling my d**k out. It’s still pretty thick from Emma’s grinding but I’m not hard. Even in my flaccid state I’ve got four or more inches on him.

“No f**kin wonder she never came.” I keep laughing. He looks over and gapes. “Yeah man, I saw bigger d***s than yours in junior high. Did all the girls you cheated on her with tell you that you were big? They f**kin lied.” I’m done pissing and start to shove my d**k in. I smell Emma on myself over any other smell.

“So, you’re actually f**king her?” Rob just questions me so quietly.

“Yeah I’m f**king her. Every chance I get, I’m buried in one of her holes. I come in her as she’s clenching around me. She figured out that you’ve cheated. Just leave her alone.”

“She thinks she knows. She doesn’t know.”

“You’re right, dipshit, but I do.” I pull out my phone and pull up the pictures from my email and show him. “If you don’t want these blasted to the entire community, leave her the f**k alone. She’s leaving you. She’s done.”

“How did you get those?” He seethes at me.

“Not your damn concern. Leave her alone.”

“She’s mine. I’ll never leave her alone.”

“Rob, last chance. If you don’t want your family to know you couldn’t get her pregnant once the meds were working, leave her the f**k alone.”

He gasps and goes to walk out but I block the door. I’ve got a solid six inches of height on him and at least seventy pounds.

“Listen motherf**ker, she’s done. She’s mine now. Never yours again. Don’t talk to her. Don’t look at her. Don’t text her. You have my number. You need something, you text me. Otherwise, all your f**kin secrets are out. Think I’m playing, call my damn bluff. I dare you. Make me act out. I’ll f**k up your life in a heartbeat.”

He’s staring at me and looks terrified. Good.

“If you try to scare her, I’ll hunt you down like a dog, Rob. I have lots of f**kin friends. Why do you think no one came to your aid tonight when you accused me of screwing your wife? Want a clue? These are my people. This is my place. I own this f**kin bar. No one crosses me bitch.”

I’m stepping closer to him with every word and I’m poking my finger into his chest. He’s scared. It’s obvious. He’s sweating on his lip. I turn and walk out leaving him trembling.

When I find Emma she’s standing at the bar with Katy. F**k!

“Excuse me? I asked you a damn question.” Emma is talking calmly.

“I heard you bitch.” I’m behind Katy and she doesn’t see me. This is a damn set up. Rob did this.

Emma states again, “I asked, how does Rob know that Andrew likes to hold women by the throat while having s*x. It clicked later what he said. How does he know that, unless you told him? Why would you tell him that unless you were screwing him?”

“You stupid b***h, of course I f**ked him. He said he was married. That meant no strings attached. I could screw around and not worry about some guy catching feelings. You’re no better. You’re doing the same thing. Andrew and I will get back together. We always do.”

Emma just smirked. She didn’t give it away that I was there. I winked at her.

“Katy, I don’t see that s**t happening.” I gave away my position and Katy jumped. “You see I found this girl that is a lady, she doesn’t f**k around when I’m gone. She doesn’t drain my bank account and she isn’t trying to piss me off all the time. I actually think I’d marry her and change her last name, not just put a meaningless ring on her finger because she won’t shut the f**k up about one. If Rob put you up to this, and we both know he did, you need to do the same damn thing he did and take your cheating ass out of the building.”

“Andrew,” she purred at me and reached for my arm.

“Careful b***h. I bite back.” Emma stated behind her. I busted out laughing. Damn. That’s my girl.

“Shut up your slut. I saw you dancing on him out there. You’re married. Doesn’t that mean anything?” Katy spit at Emma.

“Didn’t mean anything to him when he was inside you, why should it mean anything to me now?” Emma isn’t yelling or even appearing angry. It’s obvious that she doesn’t care about Rob. Her fight is over me.

I step around Katy and grab Emma by the waist then trail my hand down to squeeze her ass. I kiss her hard and grab my beer. I hand her the whiskey and Coke and we walk away from the vulture known as my ex fiancé.

We go across the room, find a table and sit down. I pull her chair close so I can keep my hand on her thigh. She puts her hand on my thigh and sighs. “Thank you for sticking up for me, Emma. Saying you’d bite back was amazing.”

She cracks up laughing and says, “Andrew it wasn’t a threat. If she’s have touched you, I would have beat the s**t out of her.”

I kiss her forehead again and let my hand wander a little higher. My ring finger and pinky are under her skirt, with my pinky touching her c**t through her panties.

“Finish your drink so I can dance with you again then take you home.” I whisper to her.

She turns and looks up at me and kisses me so hard, biting my lip as she pulls away. “Sure thing stud.”

She downs her drink and stands. I finish my beer. We both walk to the dance floor together and begin to grind to the music. I love the way she feels against me. She’s in front of me with her ass against me and she puts her hands up, behind her, and around my neck. I’m grinding against her ass, and I mean really grinding because I’m hard as hell, I bring my hands down her arms and fully grab her breasts on the way down. She moans so loud that three couples dancing nearby look at us. I don’t give a damn though. I grab her hips and turn her to face me. I put one leg between hers so she can rub against my thigh. I pull her close to me and hide a hand between us. It’s massaging her breast the entire time. She leans close and whispers in my ear, “if you don’t slow down, I’m gonna come right here on your leg.” It’s so breathy and shaky that I can’t help myself.

I keep pulling her closer. I’m rubbing her against me. To everyone else we’re dancing. To us, I’m fixing to make her come. I whisper to her, “be quiet when you come and I’ll reward you later.”

She looked me in the eye and tilted her head back and came so quietly. She bit her lip and grabbed my shirt. I bit her neck and nibbled her ear. When she stopped panting I pulled her into a hug. I kissed her on the lips and stood her upright. I have a massive wet spot on my leg. My girl came hard.

We hold hands and walk out, waving at people I know on the way out. I open the car door for her. She slides in and looks at my pants then cracks up laughing. “I’m sorry, Andrew,”

“I’m not. That was amazing Emma.”