Standing By (Road House) Read Online Free

go while I’m in here.”
    Pan quickly finished her business and hurried to rejoin the group. As she rushed out of the bathroom, she ran into a solid wall of flesh.
    “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Pan looked up to meet Emilio’s deep brown depths.
    “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he barked.
    Pan stepped back at the hostility. “Doing? Uh, going back to drink.” Pan shifted her eyes from side to side. Damn, all alone.
    “With Tyler.” Emilio took a menacing step forward.
    Pan narrowed her eyes at him.
    “Whatever the fuck I feel like.” Pan crossed her arms in front of her chest.
    “You can’t be with him.” Emilio stepped forward again. This time they were toe to toe. His breath floated across her face.
    “Why’s that?” Pan took in a shaky breath. He just seemed so raw, and she couldn’t figure out why.
    “You aren’t for him.”
    Pan bristled at the comment. Why didn’t everyone seem to think she wasn’t good enough for Tyler?
    “I’ve about had enough of everyone being worried over Tyler. He’s a big damn boy, and if I want to go out with him then I will.” A lock of her dark brown hair fell down her face. “Not to mention that you get to fuck every big-titted bimbo in a pair of heels, and I’m just supposed to stand by and watch.”
    She froze when Emilio brushed the hair behind her ear and then trailed his fingers along her neck. Her skin prickled in the wake of his hand. Goose bumps formed. The look in his eyes caused a tingle and made her insides clench. Leaning a fraction of an inch toward him, she enjoyed the warmth he created in her.
    “This isn’t about Tyler,” Emilio said in hushed tones. “Or the bimbos.”
    “What’s it about then?” Pan swayed. The effect he had on her was obvious. The way her nipples pointed through the thin material of her bra and tank, it was a wonder she wasn’t poking him in the chest with them.
    “He’s just not the right guy for you.”
    Pan stared into his hooded eyes and wondered if he was going to kiss her. It’s what she had been thinking about for nearly a year, but this was the first time he’d even seemed interested.
    “Oh, and who is?” She leaned in so their mouths were nearly touching. “Are you the right guy?” The husky sound her voice made and half-mast eyes made it clear what she thought.
    Emilio jerked back and ran a hand through his ink black hair. The muscles on his tanned chiseled arms twitched, like he was holding himself in check.
    “No,” he said with a sigh. “I’m not the guy.”
    Pan watched as he looked everywhere but toward her.
    “Oh you have got to be kidding me!” Pan shoved Emilio with everything she had and felt a little satisfaction when he stumbled back
    The shock of it was clearly written on his face. “I just don’t get you. You run from me for the past year. Then when I give up and move on, you won’t let me go.”
    “I wasn’t trying—”
    “Really? You really weren’t trying?” Anger raged through her. She was sick and tired of this. He was either interested, or he wasn’t. This cat and mouse game was finished. “Whatever, I’m done.”
    Pan twisted around him and stomped toward the front.
    “Wait.” Emilio grabbed her by the wrist. “It’s not like that.”
    She tugged her arm back. “Oh sure it’s not.” Pan rolled her eyes.
    “What, you think it’s fucking easy not going to you? To not put my mouth on you and watch you fall apart as I make you come?” Emilio rubbed her wrist and pulled her closer to him. “To not lose myself in you until we are both shouting our release?”
    Pan closed her eyes and shuddered at the thought.
    “Why?” she whispered.
    Emilio released her hand, jerking Pan back to reality. She eyed him as he stepped away.
    “It’s too dangerous.” Emilio turned to head to the back door but stopped. “I just can’t risk it. You mean something, and they would use that.”
    “They?” Pan was confused. Something was happening with Emilio, and she