The Bacelor: Make A Sex Deal

All eyes were now on me.

I didn’t know what to say.

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But I needed to voice something.

Even if it wasn’t what I wanted, I didn’t know any other way out of this, so I turned to Macon, and after a few seconds, I smiled, even grazing my lip with my teeth. “I’d love to go on a date.”

Camden

I

was seeing fucking red.

I wasn’t technically allowed to be pissed. Oaklyn could talk to whomever she wanted. She could flirt her ass off with any of the Spade brothers. I’d even given Macon permission to take her out. Hell, she could pick up a random dude somewhere in this bar and go home with him.

I couldn’t stop her.

I had no right to.

But that didn’t mean I was happy about it. That seeing them together at a table, sitting so close, where he couldn’t take his goddamn eyes off her, gazing at her like he was seconds away from taking her virginity, was making my heart pound and my fists clench.

I didn’t like the way she was looking at him either.

I didn’t even like that she was looking at him.

Fuck.

I lifted my hand to my face, rubbing my fingers under my nose, taking in her lingering scent.

An hour ago, she’d been mine. That perfect body spread out in front of me, urging me to touch whatever part I wanted, but I’d focused solely on that incredible spot between her legs.

I’d brushed my fingers over her softness.

I’d watched her face as the orgasms rippled through her.

I’d felt her pussy clench my fingers and the cum she left on my skin.

The cum I was smelling now.

And what, less than sixty minutes later, she was cozying up to my best friend, someone who was going to take her virginity and run?

Just like me.

Who certainly wasn’t going to be soft or tender if he fucked her.

Because of course, he was going to fuck her, goddamn it, since she’d just agreed to go out on a date with him.

Something I couldn’t wrap my head around.

Something I couldn’t fucking stomach.

Something I couldn’t watch a second longer or I was going to make a scene-and that was the last thing I wanted.

Hannah would then know.

Everyone would know.

And I couldn’t let that happen.

I was just turning away from the new couple when I heard, “Where the fuck have you been?” from Dominick.

As he approached, I stood to greet him and went in for a man hug, relieved that I had something else to focus on.

“I met up with a girl, nothing serious, just got it in real quick,” I lied.

The truth was, I’d gone into the restroom at the restaurant and rubbed one out before I left to come here. It was my only option-my hard-on wasn’t going to go away otherwise.

But, shit, I hadn’t expected to see Oaklyn when I arrived at the bar.

When I’d texted Macon from the table, I’d assumed it was just him until I got into my car and read all the texts from my sister, telling me the whole family was there and waiting for me.

“Sounds like you,” he replied, taking a drink from a tumbler that I assumed was full of scotch.

I needed a fucking drink.

Fast.

“And just like you before you got hitched.”

He clasped my shoulder. “Not hitched yet, my man, but soon.” He smiled. “Maybe one day, you’ll know that feeling.”

“Unlikely,” I huffed.

“We’ll see about that.” He chuckled. “I’m headed to the bar, and it looks like you need a drink.”

“I thought you’d never ask. Double vodka on the rocks.”

“No mixer?”

I shook my head. “Tell them they can mix in more vodka.”

“I’m on it.” He squeezed my shoulder even tighter before he released me and walked away.

Unoccupied, my ears picked up on the conversation between Macon and Oaklyn. They were talking about his job, just some small-talk bullshit that I knew Macon hated, biding his time until he could get her naked and satisfying her need to know the man behind the one-night stand.

I knew his style.

Just like I knew he wasn’t listening to a fucking word she was saying. He didn’t care. He had no interest in learning about her. He just wanted to sleep with her.

If I turned in their direction, I would say something.

I’d call him out.

I would point my finger to the ground in front of me and tell Oaklyn to get her ass over here.

So, I went over to the other table where some of the guys were talking, and I wedged my way in between Jenner and Declan.

Jenner tossed his arm around my shoulders. “Glad you’re here, buddy. Wasn’t sure you were going to join us tonight. Macon said you might be too busy to come.”

I stole a glance at my best friend, who had known I was out with a girl-I just hadn’t told him it was Oaklyn. He was charming the shit out of her, smiling in that rich, enticing way, making her feel like she was the hottest girl in the room, that no one mattered in this world but her.

That shit needed to stop.

Now.

I faced Jenner and said, “The date ended early.”

“No reason to drag it out all night after you get what you want, am I right?”

I nodded. “Exactly.”

Except this motherfucker was as married as Dominick, and so was Ford, and, shit, Declan was really no different. Aside from the Spade brothers, I was surrounded by dudes who had been out of the game for a while.

I needed a subject change.

With my eyes getting a break, my brain needed one too.

“How was Hawaii?” I asked him. “Macon tells me you guys found land and you’re set to build.”