Tanner Mason waits for me, a bottled water in his hand. Dressed in his black three-piece suit, with his highlighted hair slicked back, the guy looks like he owns a Fortune 500 company. To a stranger, he might seem like a stuck-up rich kid. But I know better. He’s a killer in a five-thousand-dollar suit—the kind of man you don’t want as an enemy. Too bad he hates me for putting his ass in jail.
“Good job, Grave,” he says, handing me the water.
I nod and unscrew the lid, throwing it back. Some of it dribbles down my chin and onto my bare chest. He places another one on the bar. I suck in air, tossing the empty one away.
April appears beside me. “Oh my God. That was awesome!”
I watch Tanner check her out, his gaze trailing up her black skinny jeans to her sheer white sheer top that shows off her black bra. His eyes linger on her tits and ass longer than I like. He finally pulls his eyes from her body to me. “I see now why you made the deal.”
My hand tightens, squeezing the full water bottle.
“I’ll see you next weekend,” he says, then strides to the other end of the bar.
I guzzle the water and turn to face April. She has a huge smile on her face, and her eyes are lit up by the bright lights. She looks gorgeous, as always. But it’s the way she’s looking at me with pride that makes my pulse race. I’ve never had someone feel that toward me. It’s better than any fight I’ve ever won and any high I’ve ever had.
If she wasn’t here, I’d go to a side room and snort some cocaine with Trey. But she is, and I don’t want to do anything other than take her home and bury myself in her. She’s become my new addiction. I’ve never restricted myself when it came to drugs and alcohol, so why would I do that with her?
I reach down, wrap my arm around her waist, and pick her up, planting her ass on the bar. Burying my hands in her thick, purple hair, I kiss her.
She digs her nails into my ribs, pulling me closer. I rub my hard cock into her stomach, and she moans into my mouth. Easing back, she pants, “Take me home.”
APRIL
I’m standing atthe bar between Nite and Jasmine. They’re not speaking to one another. Obviously, Nite doesn’t speak at all, but she hasn’t said one word to him since he kissed her, and she slapped him.
“Are you sure you can drive home?” I ask her.
She opens her purse and yanks her keys out. “Positive.”
Nite reaches around me and snatches them from her hand.
“Hey!”
“Nite will drive you home,” Grave states, joining us.
After I asked him to take me home, he said to give him fifteen minutes. He’s now dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a white T-shirt that reads Kingdom across the back. He has a black hat on backward, and it makes my already shaky knees wobble more and my mouth water.
“Grave,” Jasmine pouts as I take another sip of my drink.
“He’s driving you home, Jasmine,” he says, and she lets out a huff. “Be careful,” he tells Nite, holding out his fist. Nite bumps his into it and nods his head. “Let’s go.” Grave takes my free hand in his and leads me into the crowd.
“We came in the other way,” I say, glancing over my shoulder, watching Nite grab Jasmine by the arm and drag her away.
“I’m not parked in the parking garage.” He looks down at me. “You need to finish that drink before we leave or get rid of it.” He stops at a trash can.
I suck down what’s left and toss it into the trash, making him laugh. He walks us through a dark tunnel and out a set of double doors—where two men stand with machine guns—into a parking lot.
He’s parked right up front. After throwing a duffel bag in the trunk, he opens my door for me, and I slide into the passenger seat.
I can’t stop staring at him as he gets behind the wheel and drives away from the Airport. I’ve never been one for violence, but watching his fight turned me on. My underwear is soaked, and my thighs tighten, knowing what’s coming when we get back to my place. But I can’t wait that long.
I dig through my purse, find a hair tie, and quickly throw my hair up in a messy bun as he merges onto the highway. My exit is about twenty minutes away, so I go for his belt.
Grave looks down and grabs my hand. “April…”
I lean over and kiss his neck, and he releases a growl. My lips move to his ear, and I nibble on it. He releases my hand and helps me out by undoing his jeans. I smile, lowering my lips back to his neck, kissing and nipping his skin. He showered at the Airport and smells like his spicy cologne.
I ease back and see he’s pulled his cock out for me as well. He’s hard. His free hand wraps around the thick length and slowly strokes it, his thumb running over the piercing at the end.
