Free Break Away by Ellie Grace Page A

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    The second the drunk guy rested his disgusting hand on Olivia’s thigh, I was in motion. The anger that I tried so hard to keep in check pulsed through me as I made my way across the bar to where they were seated.
    “Move. Now,” I demanded, coming to a halt inches away from him.
    “Chill out, man. We’re having a conversation,” he slurred, still not moving his hand or getting up from the stool.
    I edged closer, hands fisting at my sides as I glared down at him. “If you don’t get your drunk ass out of that seat and move your fucking hand, I will rip it the fuck off,” I snarled through gritted teeth.
    “Jeez, calm down.” He put both his hands up defensively, finally stumbling out of the seat and away from Olivia. “I’m outta here.”
    Relief spread across Olivia’s face, and I returned to my seat, immediately tossing back the rest of my drink in an attempt to calm myself down.
    “Thanks,” she muttered. “I never know how to deal with guys like that. It’s easier when I’m on the other side of the bar.”
    “Slimy drunk guys aren’t your type, eh?” I gestured to the bartender for a refill. “And neither are college frat boys… sounds like you’re awfully picky when it comes to the male sex,” I joked, letting the alcohol soothe the anger buzzing underneath my skin.
    “Not picky, just not interested,” she clarified. “I’ve sworn of all men in general.”
    “Interesting,” I said, studying her. “I’m not picking up a lesbo vibe from you, so who’s the asshole who made you decide to do that? Ex-boyfriend?”
    “Ex-fiancé, actually.”
    So Olivia had been engaged. It made sense, considering her apparent lack of interest in the opposite sex and why she worked so hard to pretend that she wasn’t attracted to me, even though I knew she was. She didn’t want to be attracted to me, or anyone. Obviously the breakup was still fresh, and I couldn’t help wondering what had happened to leave her so jaded. It was clear that she didn’t want to talk about it, though, so I didn’t push it.
    “Well, whoever he is, he sounds like a fuckin’ dick.”
    “Pretty much,” she giggled, sipping on her drink. I didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or if she were just having a good time, but she actually seemed to be loosening up around me.
    “You don’t seem like the random hookup type, so how are you going to fulfill your… you know… needs?” My verbal filter had disappeared along with my third drink. I was playing with fire, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. “And don’t pretend that women can live without sex, because I’m not buying it. I know you chicks get horny, too.”
    “You certainly get right to the point, don’t you?” Olivia laughed, her cheeks reddening. “Well, you know what they say… self-love is the best love.” She winked.
    I choked on my drink and nearly fell out of my damn seat. “Holy shit,” I sputtered. “I think you might be the best friend I’ve ever had!”
    Still howling with laughter, Olivia raised her glass. “To friendship!”
    “Cheers.” I clinked my glass against hers, still stunned. Friend or not, when the words “self-love” poured out of those perfect lips, my cock immediately stirred to life. Just the thought of Olivia touching herself, writhing and moaning as her fingers worked frantically to find release…
    Fuck. Now I was hard.
    Leaning toward her, I tilted my head and watched her eyes go wide as I moved intimately close. My warm breath tickled her ear as I whispered, “If you actually think that’s better than the real thing, then your guy wasn’t doing it right.”
    I heard her sharp intake of breath and felt a shudder run through her before I settled back in my seat. She jumped off her stool, mumbling something about needing to pee, before bolting in the direction of the restroom. I smiled in satisfaction at the realization that I might affect her as much as she affected me. I almost didn’t notice when someone