“She’s a big girl, Sof. She can fight her own battles, she doesn’t need you jumping to her rescue. She shouldn’t say shit she doesn’t understand, especially when that shit comes from her prick of a father.”
“Stay away from her.”
“You’re the one who brought her here, remember?”
“I’m warning you, Killian.”
I snort a laugh. “You’rewarningme? I’m quaking in my boots.”
Beau sniggers from across the table and Sofia shoots him a glare. Realising she’s getting nowhere, she turns on her heels and storms back through the bar, probably in search of her boyfriend, Mac.
I like Sofia, but who the fuck does she think she is? Mac might let her get away with talking to him like that, but that sure as fuck doesn’t extend to me or the rest of my club. I admire her wanting to stand up for her best friend, but like I said, Kaia is a big girl and from what I saw, she’s more than capable of handling herself. It’s probably why my dick is still straining against the zipper of my jeans.
My brief interaction with the mayor’s daughter was the most fun I’ve had in fucking ages. There’s no denying there was chemistry between us, the push and pull was electric and I want more.
Getting under her skin is my new addiction.
I go to take a sip of my beer but I slam my half-empty bottle down onto the table, the cold brown liquid not holding the same appeal as it did earlier.
I need something to take the edge of, and alcohol isn’t going to cut it tonight, but the pretty brunette who’s been giving me the eye all night certainly could. Which is why twenty minutes later, we’re both naked and I’m sat on her sofa with her bouncing on my dick like it’s an Olympic sport and she’s going for gold. She’s facing away from me, her calves either side of my thighs, her ass slapping against my stomach as she works herself over me, but it’s doing nothing for me.
Her moans are as fake as her tits and I will myself to come just to get it over with so I can get out of here.
Don’t get me wrong, she’s attractive andexactlymy type, and on any other night I’d enjoy every second of fucking her, but tonight, she’s not what I want.
She’s notwhoI want.
She’s not the woman who has my cock hard as fucking stone, despite what she thinks. It’s that feisty wildcat with chestnut curls and eyes the colour of the ocean imprinted on my mind every time I close my eyes.
I want so badly to dirty her up, taint that innocence that radiates out of every pore and show her just how good being bad can be.
And she’s tempted. I saw a flicker of something that definitely wasn’t hate in her eyes tonight, despite the words that left her lips. She wants me, and I’m gonna do my damnedest to prove to her just how much.
It’s always the good girls begging to be corrupted by a bad man like me, and I’m all too happy to oblige.
I slam my hand over the brunettes mouth to silence her fake moans. I grip her hip and thrust up into her.
I imagine it’s Kaia riding me. I imagine it’s her tight pussy I’m driving into, her walls squeezing my cock. She’s resistant to the pleasure I’m giving her, not wanting to admit how much she wants me, both of us knowing it’s bullshit.
I thrust harder, picking up my pace. Her pussy soaks me, the sound of our wet skin slapping together has my balls drawing up tight, my orgasm just out of reach.
I picture those plump pink lips parted on a moan, her head thrown back as that tight little body of hers moves over me, her soft perky tits bouncing as she rides me.
Fuck.
Before I know it, I’m spilling into the condom until there’s nothing left. The woman on top of me totally unaware it wasn’thermaking me come.
9
“I’m really sorry. Business is slow right now, otherwise I’d consider taking on extra help. It’s tough out there, kid. Hope you find something,” the old guy behind the counter says, giving me a sad smile.
“Yeah, me too. Thanks anyway.” I push off the counter and head for the exit, the bell above the door ringing above my head as I step outside the hardware store.
I lean up against the outside of the building and heave a sigh wondering what the hell I’m supposed to do now. I peer down the row of store fronts on this side of the street before looking across to the butchers, the hairdressers,the clothes store and the coffee shop. I’ve been to every single one—minus the tattoo shop a couple of doors down from me for obvious reasons—and not one business is hiring.
I came into this with so much hope and with every place I visited this morning, that hope drained away with every rejection.
How can nobody be hiring?
