Protect My Heart

Chapter 16

*SLIGHT MATURE CONTENT*

My brain is such a sinner.

Clover

"Another!" I squealed to the bartender, downing yet another shot.

"Are you sure another's a good idea?" Concern laced my friend's tone. "You're already drunk."

"Noo, I'm still soler."

"Don't you mean sober?"

I clasped both of Zoe's arms. "That's what I said. Damn, Zo, listen."

Zoe burst out laughing.

"Thanks!" I said to the bartender who had handed me another shot. Even though, after downing it, a warm, fuzzy feeling shot through my lower belly. A little frown passed at the smirk the bartender sent, but I decided to shake it off, thinking my drunk mind was playing tricks on me. It happened occasionally. It might've been the troubled past that made me anxious about ordering drinks.

I gasped at the heat coursing through my body.

"You okay?"

"I-I'm fine..." The heat started from between my legs. Must be the alcohol. "Can I have some water, please?"

The bartender poured a glass, handing it with a wicked smile. Your mind's playing tricks on you. Not everyone's out to harm you. "Here you go."

"Clover, are you sure you're okay?" Zoe repeated her question.

I gulped down the water so fast. It didn't help, it only made it worse.

Hot flashes shot through my body, and I bit back a moan.

Perhaps it was the alcohol, but it had my hand reaching into my purse. I searched through my contacts, coming up with the name I intended to find. I typed a message:

Perhaps, it was the alcohol, but it had my hand reaching into my purse, searching through the contacts and coming up with the name I had intended on finding. And I typed a message.

Me: Hey, sexy ;).

Three dots emerged.

Hubby: I like that greeting, but I thought you weren't talking to me.

Me: Oh, please, you know I can never stay away from you for long. Fuck, you have no idea how hot I am right now. I keep thinking about you.

"Who are you talking to?" Zoe's voice brought me back down to earth.

"Hubby. Is it hot here, do you think so too?" I shrugged off my jacket.

"No. It's kind of cold."

Another message popped up.

Hubby: Are you all right? Aren't you supposed to be with Zoe?

Yes, but I want you, I thought.

Me: I am, but I want you. Why can't I stop thinking about anything that is not dirty? It's so hot here and I'm supposed to be having fun and not texting you. God. I want you. I want you so bad that it makes me want to touch myself. Would it be so bad if I touched myself in a club?

Not a second passed before his reply.

Hubby: Are you drunk??? YES, that would be bad. How much have you been drinking?

Me: Kind sir, I'm not drunk, I'm horny, there's a difference. I've only had, like, two glasses. As far as I know... alcohol doesn't cause horniness. Do you know what I regret the most? I regret not letting you fuck me every chance.