“What kind of a fuckin’ question is that?” I’m not into mind games. I believe in just spitting shit out. Probably not the best way, but the only way in the outlaw world.
“Just wondering. After you came by the first time, I did a little checking, and then from your exchange with Viper, it seems like you’ve spent some time in lock-up.” She drills me with those almost-black eyes.
“Yeah, so?” Another leading question and her use of the phrase lock-up—not prison, not jail like most civilians. Probably ‘cause of her father, but . . .
She moves closer again. “I would think you’d be more receptive.” She flirts with my waistband again, her face still, her eyes watching my reaction as she quickly slides her hand past my belt. When her warm fingers circle my throbbing cock, my breath catches.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but you need to fuckin’ stop.” I made a promise to my brothers and myself. No more letting a woman get over on me.
“Make me?” The challenge in her deep rasp jacks me up even more. Fuck, I’m screwed.
In the next minute, she has my belt and zipper undone, and she’s rubbing me so hard, I think I might come in her hand, so I push her away. This can’t happen for so many reasons. Most of all because I’m here to make a deal so the Kings will have a clubhouse again.
She glares at me, daring me with her eyes. “Why are you making this so difficult?”
“I told you before, we’re not doin’ this.” I slosh more bourbon into my glass, then grip the glass tighter than necessary.
“Why?”
The one word threw me off.
“See, even you can’t come up with a good reason. So, why don’t we just enjoy ourselves?”
“‘Cause you’re the last thing I need.”
“No, I think this is exactly what we both need.” She moves closer, pushing her body flush against me while keeping her eyes zeroed in on mine.
The heat and scent of her lust surround me. She leans up and presses her lips to mine, offering me her tongue. Our tongues nip and tease each other, and the taste of bourbon makes my head spin. When I break away for some much-needed air, she’s panting with her own need.
With my jeans hanging off my hips, she easily slides her hand in, gripping my throbbing cock. She works me until the pleasure is mixed with pain. Fuck yeah, this woman doesn’t play fair.
A little moan escapes her lips, and it’s game on.
Roughly grabbing the hem of her t-shirt and yanking it over her head is my only option. Ohhh yeah, I was right. Her tits are round, firm, full, and naked—my favorite four adjectives.
Then it hits me. Maybe sex is her bargaining chip. Maybe all this means when we’re done, she’ll give in and sell The End to me. Can’t say I’ve ever been used in this way, but fuck yeah, I’ll pound her stupid if it means getting a clubhouse for the Kings.
I dip my head, and when I suck her nipple, she digs her fingers into my scalp, pulling me closer. Her soft moans radiate through me. Not like the chicks from the strip club, all crazy screaming and writhing. Her moans seep from the back of her throat, all natural, like even she wasn’t expecting it.
I nip at the sensitive flesh, and she offers me the other one, so for the next few minutes, I go from one to the other until her nipples are hard peaks. I’m loving the heat from her body, but I need more. Way fuckin’ more of this woman.
I dig my palm into her wild curly hair, fist it and angle her head until I have full access to her slender neck all the way up toher ear. I suck and then lave the tender column of her neck, then attack her full, soft lips.
I rip at the tab and zipper of her jeans, and they’re so loose, they fall to the floor, giving me a perfect view of exactly what I imagined. Her flawless tawny skin wraps around her body like a glove, and I know I can’t wait. I grab a wrap out of my jeans pocket, rip it open with my teeth, then sheath my cock.
Her eyes on me makes me harder. “You like what you see?”
“Mmmhmm.”
I grab on to her hips, ready to hoist her onto the bar, and she stills her eyes wide. Then, without a word, she turns toward the bar, her jeans still pooled around her ankles.
She braces her hands against the bar top and glances at me over her shoulder “This is the way I want it.”
I push my jeans over my hips, and grab her perfect ass. I lick my lips, lean in and suck, then nip her firm flesh. She yelps, then throws me a smile, and I know she likes it, so I do the same to the other cheek.
She wiggles her hips, and my painful cock pulses. I reach around her and wet my fingers with her juice. When she squirms, I dig deeper, pinching her nub between my thumb and forefinger. I twist it again, and when she yells out, her clit clenches around my fingers.
Seems like she’s in more need than me, but I don’t give up. I let her ride out her aftershocks, then I coat my dick with her cream and slide between her luscious cheeks. I squeeze her ass tight around my dick, and it throbs harder until I know I can’t wait any longer.
