Eventually, it’s time for her to turn again and face the other direction. She gives me a little wink before her pretty eyes are gone. I reach into my pants, needing to adjust myself. Haven’t had a hankering like this in… I don’t even remember the last time I wanted to take a girl back to my place. I haven’t even wanted to touch the sweetbutts in ages. But this girl… I don’t even think I can make it back up the mountain to the clubhouse. I need her in the back of my truck. Sprawled out and at my mercy.
Fuck, she’s hot.
The song comes to an end, and her friends all gather around her, giggling and smiling. Everyone’s drawn to her like she’s a beacon of light, a gravitational force. Even the guys have moved in closer, positioning themselves for an opening. I take another drag, keeping my eyes locked on her while watching the vultures from my periphery. They aren’t going to get a shot with her. She never even noticed any of them while she was up there on that floor. It wasn’t until she saw me that she got that look in her eyes.
As if sensing my stare, her head lifts. Those eyes coming right on back to me. It’s a silent exchange. The attraction so intense it nearly knocks the wind out of me. The air is charging by the second. And neither one of us can deny it or look away. She wants it just as much as I do. Which means she’s going to be mine tonight. No fucking ifs, ands, or buts about it.
Another song starts to play, and her friends all get excited, wanting to go back out on the floor. But she shakes her head, saying something to them before she breaks away from the pack and starts walking right in my direction. Those dark eyes arelocked on me again and twisting my need tighter the closer she gets. My dick is practically weeping with anticipation, wanting to skip the introductions and head straight to my truck. I don’t want to be disappointed the second she opens her mouth to speak. Too often the body is better than the brains, and my dick deflates the moment the girls start talking.
“Mind if I bum one of those?” Her voice is like silk. Smooth and warm, and tinged with that midwestern charm. So is that smile. Her lips are tipped up in a sexy little smirk, making me want to drive my tongue right between the seam and get better acquainted. All I want is to get lost in the attraction and fuck myself numb.
I pull out my pack of smokes from my back pocket and take one out for her.
“Thanks,” she says, putting it right between those pouty red lips, making my dick jealous. I flick my lighter for her and she dips her head, drawing in deep as the butt of the cigarette begins to burn. My balls are starting to feel those flames. Orange embers flicking up my shaft. Tingling over my nerves. Making me sweat inside my boxers.
She exhales slowly and her eyes drift down my frame, assessing me with the same heat. Her tongue wets her lip the lower she goes. There’s no denying what she’s looking at. My dick is trying to bust through my jeans.
“Never seen you around here before,” she drawls in that honey tone. “You just passing through?”
“From Rikota,” I answer, releasing the smoke out the side of my mouth so I don’t blow it right at her. Damn, she has a pretty face. Sun-tanned skin painted with little bronze freckles. And those deep chocolate eyes, which are revealing her thoughts.
Her little tongue slips out wetting the filter as she takes in another drag, drawing her cheeks in as she inhales, and my dick jerks in my pants. I want to know what it would feel like to besucked down the back of her throat. Those smooth lips gliding over my skin. Blowing me instead of blowing out that smoke.
“So you’re from the mountains.” She nods as if it makes sense. “It’s pretty out there.”
That it is. It’s quiet up there too. You don’t run the risk of bumping into people you don’t want to see. I only come out this way if I truly have to.
“So, what brought you to our little ol’ town then?” she asks.
“A brother of mine is getting married tomorrow. We’re celebrating his last night as a bachelor.”
“And you decided to bring him here? Not take him to the strip club?”
She sounds awfully surprised by that. Guess it’s typical for men to want to get their fill of titties before they get hitched, but that shit gets old. Strip clubs are full of desperate pussy. Every shake of their tits is like a sales pitch. And every purchase comes with unforeseen taxes. Besides, Dagger didn’t want his girl cutting his balls off and refusing to let him between her legs on their wedding night. So that was out of the question.
“Not our style.” I draw in another drag.
“That’s surprising.” Her brow lifts. “Figured you bad boys lived in places like that.”
“And what makes me a bad boy?” I step in closer. I want to grip her neck and pull her right to my mouth. Show her how bad I can be.
“That.” Her eyes drop to my chest, and she points to my one percent patch stitched onto my leather cut.
I shrug, taking another drag of my cig and leaning right into her mouth, forcing it to part for me. “Maybe I am a little bad.” I let the smoke slip between her lips, wanting to slip my tongue in too. “But I’m only one percent bad.”
A tremble rocks through her shoulders as I shift back, and my pulse has picked up speed. I’m ready to get this girl out ofthis place and beneath me. The things I want to do to this body are downright shameless, but I think she’d be up for it. Those dark eyes haven’t showed an ounce of intimidation. They’re begging for it.
“Such a shame.” Her head shakes as she presses those firm tits against my chest.
“Why is that a shame?” I grunt. My voice is getting raspy, but the smoke isn’t the culprit.
“I was kind of hoping you were ninety-nine percent bad.”
Shit, I like this girl. The things coming out of her mouth are turning me the fuck on. I actually want her to talk more, which is a first.
“What’s your name, doll?”
“Payton. Yours?”
