“Does it drench your panties, Little Witch? Don’t lie to me.” My voice rumbles through my chest as I pull her flush to me. I know she can feel every single syllable when her entire body shakes and the goose flesh runs down her arms.
CHAPTER 15
NYX
“Does it drench your panties, Little Witch? Don’t lie to me.”Holy. Fucking. Shit.This guy is not pulling any punches when it comes to flirting with me. I can feel every single word running down my spine and landing in my clit. It’s throbbing with every single step we take. I need to get him to shut the hell up before I climb him like the damn sequoia he is.
“Please stop.” Is all I manage to croak out. I’m sure it sounds more like a moan. He leans closer to me again and releases a dark chuckle.
“Oh, my gorgeous girl, I will never quit making you blush.” God damn him.
He stands up to his full height, which even at my height requires me to almost extend my neck fully back to look up at him. All of sudden, a different chill runs down my spine. I start to look around, feeling eyes lingering on us.
“Hey, do you feel that, or am I just crazy? I feel eyes on us.”
“It’s probably Dee, glaring from the shadows, he doesn’t have patience.” He blows it off with a laugh.
“Ya, he’s probably just watching us. Forget I said anything.” I still feel a little uncomfortable, but there are still enough peoplelingering about, moving from one bar to another, that I hope no one tries anything.
I tuck myself into his side, using his frame, trying to make myself feel comfortable out in the open. I am pleasantly surprised to feel his arm tighten around my shoulders.
“I got you, Nyx.” My heart skips a damn beat because while I can take care of myself, it’s nice to not have to for once.
We make our way back to the truck to find Demitri in the front seat waiting for us. Blue puts me in the front seat before climbing in back, behind me. “Have you just been sitting here waiting for us the whole time?” I question, getting a chill that runs down my spine.
“Of course, where else would I have been?” He responds, confused by my question.
“Little Witch said she felt someone watching us while we walked down the street. I thought it was just you lurking in the shadows.”
“Nope, it wasn’t me.” He says to Hutch in the back seat. He turns to face me in the passenger seat. “Next time you feel it, make sure you tell us.” I see worry line his forehead.
“Do you think that someone is stalking me?”
“I can’t be sure, but the other day can’t be the last we see of Nick unless he’s really that much of a bitch. It also could be someone watching me and Hutch.” That is unsettling, but I nod in response.
We pull out of the parking garage and head back towards the river. “Is Grants okay, Little Fox?”
“Yeah, that’s fine, I could use a drink anyway.” I laugh. A Jack and Coke sounds like the best treat after a long day in the sun.
“She has the right idea.” Hutch replies from the back seat. “So Dee, how do we decide who’s sitting next to our girl here?”
“Well, asshole, you let her escape the other day, so it’s my turn.” The conversation devolves into playful slapping from thetwo of them. Demitri swinging his muscular arm back behind my seat while Hutch slaps back from the seat behind me. Thank God for the traffic light. I swear they are overgrown children sometimes, but aren’t all guys?
“Umm, excuse me.” Both stop swinging their hands at each other and stare intently at me, waiting for me to continue. “I am my own person and can choose who I sit by, correct?”
Both spit out some form of “Yes, ma’am.” And then the light changes, and Demitri focuses back on the road.
When we make it to the pub, Demitri rushes out of the car to beat Hutch to my door. He opens the door for me and sticks his hand out, offering to help me climb out of the truck.
“Thank you.” I can feel a blush lightly lining my cheeks. I am not used to men wanting to be gentlemen. Once my feet hit the ground, he slips his hand on my lower back and directs me to the door.
Now that I am not stunned by being kidnapped, I can take a look around the pub. All kinds of Detroit sports memorabilia line the walls. There are massive photos of Justin Verlander and Cabrera, Megatron and Stafford , Lidström, and Ben Wallace. Each wall is decorated, for each team. I will say this about Detroit, we love our sports and are loyal as fuck.
“Hey guys!” The guy from the other day greets us. “Brought the pretty thing back again?” He asks the guys before looking at me, “Kidnapped again, Darling?”
“Nope, here willingly today.” The group of us laugh. I know it will make a fun story to maybe tell kids one day.The fuck?
“Alright guys, let’s head over to your booth.” He leads us to the same booth we sat in the other day. “So what are you doing hanging out with these Jackasses? You’re too cute for them.”
