~ Chapter 12 ~
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“Greg, what are you doing here?” Buzz asked as he moved between Bobby and Greg.
“I’m looking for Jackie.”
“She’s not here, but come with me.” Buzz started leading the man away but quickly glanced at Bobby and pointed to the beach. “Take a walk,” he told him.
“Right.” Bobby finished his beer and tossed it into the trash can before he headed out on the beach. He let out a breath as he walked along for a few minutes before he finally plopped his ass down in the sand. He knew he had no claim to Jackie, but he couldn’t even being to describe why he had such a problem with her ex. And for all his bad ass ways, he wasn’t really the type to start trouble. But f**k if he didn’t want to rearrange the guys’ face.
And all for what? It’s not like he knew Jackie, or about their past. Sure, he got the impression that the asshole hurt her and seemed like a crappy dad, but that wasn’t his problem. He let out a sigh and shook his head. Yeah, it might not be his problem, but he had no qualms about wanting to jump Greg.
He looked out over the water as his thoughts drifted in a different direction. He was smart enough though, and mature enough, to know that he wanted Jackie. Maybe he could push her slightly to enter into a mild affair here. They were both grown adults, so it wasn’t bad. And he could work with her, and those kids. He dropped his head between his legs; what the f**k was he really thinking?
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The following morning, Bobby walked down to his bike, his eyes watching the sky. The clouds had rolled in but it wasn’t an overly cold day. And he just needed to clear his mind a bit more.
He knew Jackie was working tonight and he knew he would be coming down; he also knew he would have to fight the feelings of watching her flirt with other men. Not that she was a big flirt anyway, but he saw her on the nights they worked and she did flirt. And the air that she put off was addicting. He groaned as he started his bike and took off down the coastal path.
His eyes traveled to the beach, seeing a few people out, but mostly saw the surfers in the water. He finally pulled off into a more open area and stopped his bike, throwing his kick stand down. He took a deep breath, letting the tinge of salt air get into his lungs. At least he was still close to a beach, which is why he loved Miami.
“Beautiful bike.” Bobby blinked a couple of times at the young lady who was walking by him. “My dad used to have one.”
“Oh yeah?” Funny, that was the second time someone had said something like that to him in two days.
“Yup. Not that he has it now or that I see him anymore.” Now what the hell were the chances that he heard that same thing as well?
“I’m sorry, it shouldn’t be that way.” The girl shrugged and he looked at her features, there was no way to deny she was Jackie’s daughter.
“Sam…” Jackie paused as she walked up behind her daughter and smiled at Bobby. “Hey, fancy meeting you here.”
“Right, didn’t think I’d see you here.” His eyes traveled over her, and he was sad to see her covered up by clothes rather than in a suit, not that the clothes didn’t look good on her.
“I thought they might enjoy a swim before I worked. Sam, this is my new bartender, Bobby.”
“You look like you mom, Sam.”
“Thanks, I don’t think so though,” she said, adding a nonchalant shrug.
“Samantha, don’t be rude.” Jackie glared at her daughter while Sam rolled her eyes. “I’m sorry Bobby.”
“Nah, don’t be. I recall what it’s like being a teenager.” The playfulness in his eyes made her smile.
“Well, thank you for taking it in stride.” He smiled and her eyes slowly traveled over him and then she shook her head and he so badly wanted to know what she was thinking. “I better go; I need to get ready and get these two home. And I don’t want to take up anymore of your time.”
“You’re fine. But sure, go ahead. I’ll catch you tonight.” She glanced at him over her shoulder as she turned to walk away.
“You’re going to come down?”
“Yup.” She smiled and he was glad his feet were on the ground or he might have fallen off his bike by what that smile did to him.
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Jackie drove the kid’s home, her thoughts swirling around about one men and that God damn bike. s**t, Bobby looked beyond fuckable just sitting upon it. And hell if she had to fight everything within her not to sit right in front of him, throw her arms around his neck and kiss him hard. And then in those jeans and leather jacket, yeah, sadly she was gone and her mind was in the gutter. She fought really hard to keep them at bay, but no matter how many times she shook her head to clear the thoughts, they just kept coming back.
She glanced at Sam and then at Dylan, glad that neither asked nor commented about her talking to Bobby. Not that it was bad if she did, he did work for her after all and she was such a cordial type of person. She could ask, but both kids had their ear buds in and would ignore her anyway. She let out a soft sigh as she pulled up into their driveway and the kids quickly got out.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she told them when they walked through the front door.
“Okay mom,” Dylan said. She nodded and made her way to her room, throwing their beach bag on the bed and tossing her clothes as she stripped on her way to the shower. She quickly got the water on hot and stepped in, groaning as the spray washed over her.
And then her thoughts shifted back to Bobby and he how he looked and she felt her n*****s harden. Lord, she hadn’t wanted to f**k someone so badly! And why the hell was she saying no again? She frowned at herself. She knew why, but that sure as hell didn’t stop the longing. With that thought, she let her head fall back and her hand drift from her breasts to her center, slipping a finger in. Well, if she couldn’t f**k Bobby, she would get herself off to his image like a fuckin’ high school teenager.
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