“I wish I could take you out to celebrate,” he said, popping the top off a bottle of some fancy-looking microbrew and offering it to me. “I can’t, though. I should be working right now, and if my boss saw me out fuckin’ around, he’d be all over my ass.”
I took a sip from the beer he’d given me. I wasn’t really a beer person, but it wasn’t half bad. Watching him take a long pull from his own bottle, I said, “You can’t work twenty-four-seven, Bones. You look tired.”
“I’m fuckin’ exhausted,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t change the fact that I got shit to do. Let’s not talk about my job, though, let’s talk about you. You fuckin’ rocked that stage tonight, Ari. Why didn’t you tell me you had pipes like that?”
He was deflecting, which was fine. I’d let him deflect, especially since it kept him here with me.
“I didn’t tell you?” I asked. “That’s so weird. Usually I lead with, ‘Hi, my name’s Ari, I’m a phenomenal singer, but nobody will give me a mic.”
“Smartass.” He closed the distance between us, wrapping his arm around my waist until his hand settled on my lower back. His eyes were dark, and his breathing was heavy as his gaze raked over my body. “I love this dress. Love what it does for your fine ass figure.”
My body tingled at his compliment. Heat flooded my cheeks and I took another sip of my beer to hide it. He set his bottle down on the counter and swept my hair back over my shoulder, giving him access to my neck. With his fingertips, he slowly traced the plunging neckline of my dress, down to my cleavage.
“I shouldn’t be here now,” he whispered against my check.
“Then why are you?” I asked, my voice breathy and unsteady.
“I don’t know, I just… Shit. I don’t know.”
His tone was off, his voice full of emotion. Looking up at him, I said, “I want you here, Bones. I want you with me.” Setting my bottle down beside his, I unbuttoned his suit jacket and slide my hands inside it. “I like you here.”
He removed my hands and stepped back, putting distance between us. “Don’t say shit like that, and don’t give me that look. You don’t know me. Not really, Ari. You don’t know what I’ve done and the type of people I associate with. It’s not safe for you to be around me.”
“What happened?” I asked. When he didn’t respond, I searched his eyes for answers, but like always, he revealed nothing. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.
“Can’t,” was his clipped reply.
I rolled my eyes, irritated. “Then don’t bring it up. And while we’re at it, quit with the hot and cold shit. You can’t be rubbing my neck one minute and pushing me away the next. Oh, and don’t be such a martyr. Quit acting like you’re the only one who’s done shit you’re not proud of. Like you’re such an unworthy person because you do what you have to do to provide for your family. My parents were cops, Bones, and they wore their morals to the grave. I wish they would have cared a little more about their family than they did about doing what was right.”
Hot tears flooded my eyes, surprising me. I hadn’t realized how much the truth about Mom and Dad’s ‘accident’ had affected me, but it clearly did. “I don’t want someone who fights for their goddamn values. I want someone who protects the people they value. You think you’re such a horrible person for what you do, but you’re here. You make sure I’m safe, you teach me how to defend myself, you keep my sister and her boyfriend safe. So, you do illegal shit…” I shrugged. “Get over it. I have.”
He stared at me, shaking his head.
“What?” I snapped, anger still coursing through my veins.
“You done telling me about all the shit I need to stop doing?”
I couldn’t tell if he was joking or angry. “I’m sure I can think of more if you give me a few minutes.”
“You’re a trip, Ari.”
“As in a good trip or a bad trip?” I asked.
He grinned, closing the distance between us. His hands settled on my neck pulling me closer to him. “A very good trip,” he breathed against my lips before kissing me.
My body relaxed as he kissed me senseless. Then we moved to the bedroom. I started to take off my dress, but he stopped me.
“Leave it on.” He unhooked my bra and pulled it out through one of the sleeves before looking me over again. “Fuckin’ gorgeous. Much better without the bra, though.” He cupped my breasts through the fabric before dropping down to his knees in front of me.
Leaning me against the wall, he rolled up the front of my dress and had me hold it. Then Bones tugged my panties down, had me step out of them, and draped one of my legs over his shoulder. He kissed my thighs thoroughly before his lips landed on my core. Licking and sucking, he thumbed my clit with one hand and reached around to squeeze my ass with the other.
I threw my head back, moaning as I enjoyed every lick, every flick, every nibble. He took me over the edge and licked me clean.
“I love the taste of you,” Bones said, standing. He kissed me, allowing me to taste myself. “So fuckin’ sweet.”
He tried to lead me to the bed, but I wanted to return the favor. Letting the bottom of my dress drop back down, I kneeled before him and undid his slacks, pulling out his long, hard cock. Smiling up at him, I rubbed and licked and did my best to drive him crazy. Keeping eye contact, I slid my lips over his cock and took him in until he hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered and tried to close, but I needed to watch him, to make sure I brought him as much pleasure as he brought me.
“Fuck,” Bones hissed, plunging himself further into the back of my throat.
