Things get out of hand in seconds, like a lit match thrown into gasoline. I’d blame it on the potted palm that isolates us, but she’s the reason why I get lost in it, completely oblivious to the people surrounding us in the lobby. All the flirting from before led to this, and now that our minds have expressed themselves, it’s our bodies’ turn.
It seems she gets overwhelmed as well, shyly darting out her own tongue to sample me while she has a hand firmly clasped on my neck. She tastes like lemon and sin, and I don’t think I could ever get tired of it. Not when her perfect body is pressed against mine, my cock hard and demanding between us.
My hands work faster than my brain as they lower down her back to grab her arse, eager to feel more of her. When I pull her closer to let her feel what she’s doing to me, she lets out a helpless whimper that passes from her lips to mine. I know I’m in deep shit when it echoes all the way to my balls.
The wanton sound has a different effect on her though, and it seems to shake her out of the lustful exchange we’re having. With a shocked gasp and a shove on my chest, she rips herself away from me.
Her glassy eyes look up at mine, filled with want, and her hand is over her mouth as if she can’t believe what just happened. We stand there for a moment, our breathing slightly ragged as we try to recompose ourselves. I have to force myself not to grab her again, ignoring every cell in my body screaming for more.
With a trembling hand, she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and I notice that the tip of it is even redder than her cheeks. This. Her blushing ears are why she deserves to be called red.
She doesn’t say a thing, adjusts her bag over her shoulder, and turns away from me. Before I know it, she’s back to her walk out of this place. I watch, feeling like an imbecile, until she disappears through the revolving doors.
Fuck, I messed it all up, didn’t I? She was a wild deer, and I scared her by acting like a tactless brute. “Fucking idiot,” I mutter to myself.
I’m so mad about the way I handled things that I don’t finish my beer when I return to the bar. I fetch my jacket and the helmet I left with the valet service by the hotel’s entrance. During the entire ride back to Brooklyn, I scold myself for my abrasive manners. I’m usually a lot better with the ladies, but it seems this one isn’t like anything I’ve known before. She stressed me out somehow, and I panicked.
When I arrive at The Devil’s Court, there’s barely any space left for my bike. I still make do and enter the crowded bar. The familiar atmosphere helps with the frustration, and the rock band on stage does a great job shushing the thoughts of failure. Ever since we bought it, this place has become a second home to me and my mates. It doesn’t matter if the floor is always sticky, regardless of how much we mop it, or if the smell of cigarettes is etched into the old wallpaper. This poorly lit bar with loud rock, good booze, and questionable company is ours, and we love it exactly the way it is.
After a quick scan of the crowd, I spot Eli by the bar, talking to Killian behind it. We’re a tight trio, and I know that two minutes with them will be enough to get my mind off the stunning redhead I just botched it with.
“Already back?” Eli asks when I arrive next to him. “I see your stamina hasn’t improved.”
“You’re one to talk. When was the last time you got your dick wet, you twat?” The reminder makes him scowl, but he deserved it.
“What happened?” Kill wonders, pouring a beer for me.
“Nothing, we just had a drink.”
“Oh, so it was a date?” Eli interjects.
“No. It was a… job interview of sorts.”
Kill sets the pint before me as Eli continues the interrogation with, “Did you pass?”
“I don’t know yet. Probably not.”
“Why aren’t you asking him the important question?” Kill asks Eli.
“I’m savoring it because I already know the answer. See how defeated he looks?”
Fuck, right. I forgot about that. With a discontented mumble, I take my wallet out and find a ten-dollar bill that I smack in front of Eli.
“So, she was hot?”
“Yeah.” I don’t say that she was stunning, with the body of a goddess, the face of an angel, and the bearing of a queen. They’d never let it die otherwise.
“Told you. Some women don’t put their faces on those apps because they’re so pretty they’d get stalked and all kinds of creepy shit.”
“Well, in my experience, it’s usually because they don’t have much to offer. Now, can we move on to another topic, or should I go find someone more amenable to spend the evening with?” I ask, mindlessly eyeing the packed room.
I have a pair of balls that need emptying, and I can spot a few women I’ve already shagged and who’d probably be more than willing to help me out. While I wish the night ended with proper little Jessica, I’m not opposed to finding some relief with a woman less complicated than her.
A woman who doesn’t need a contract to fuck. One who won’t think I’m onlyadequate. And one who won’t make my cock ache every time her face turns red with arousal.
Shit, I really messed this one up, didn’t I?
Chapter Five
