I chew on the inside of my cheek while I scan the liqueur shelf. “Oooh, they have Rhubarb Gin, my favourite. What are you drinking?”
“I’ll have a nonalcoholic beer. I need to keep a clear head with you.” His lips lift in the corner. I’m not sure if he means because he needs to protect me or because he’s planning on punishing me later. I mean, he is driving too, so there’s that.
“Should I keep a clear head?”
He leans into my neck, whispering against my ear, “That’s up to you, Red. If you want me to fuck the life out of you, then keep a clear head. If not, then enjoy your drinks.”
“I give you permission to do what you like to me, even if I’m drunk.” I hold my breath, shocked at my own words, but this man could have his every which way with me, drunk, sleeping, whatever, and I’d enjoy every minute of it.
He lifts an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
My thighs clench together. “Maybe I’ll just have the one.”
Dom orders our drinks. “Make it a double,” he shouts as the older woman walks away. He nods at a guy on the other side of the bar with dark black curly hair, then the guy who’s fixing my car appears at the side of him.
“Your friends are here?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know they’d be here. We can go somewhere else if you like.”
“Don’t be silly. I want to meet your friends. I already met the moody one. Who’s the other guy?”
“That’s Shane. They’ll come over in a minute.” And as Dom said, within minutes they are in the quiet side of the bar with a pint in hand.
“How’s it going?” Shane says, waiting for an introduction.
“Good. This is my girl, Poppy.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Hey. I’ve been meaning to call about your car. It’s all ready to collect. I’ve just had a lot going on.”
“Don’t worry about it. Poppy doesn’t need it yet anyhow.”
I cross my arms over my chest. Of course, he doesn’t want me to get my car back yet. Because he wants to keep me captive. He may have brought me out tonight, but he’ll probably follow me to the loo when I go. There’s no escaping him, but as his mates both talk to him, he only has eyes for me. He gives them a nod and yes-no answers while his eyes linger on me and his lips curl, as if he’s thinking about all the things he’s going to do to me just as I am him.
I don’t want to escape him. I want to drown in him. He can imprison me, keep me as his sex slave, whatever he wants. I’m his for the taking, as long as I get my fix of him and my next orgasm. My vag has never had it so good.
“Well?” Shane says.
I glance between him and Dom with not a clue what he’s been saying for the last few minutes. “What was that?”
“Nothing, Red. They’re gonna shoot some pool in the back.” Dom flicks his eyes at the two men as if to say clear off.
“We can play pool. Can’t we?” Before Dom can say anything, I drag him through the back door, following the two guys. Dom growls like he didn’t want to play, but I’m not missing an opportunity to hang out with his friends. If I’m going to be a part of his life, I want to fit in with his close circle.
Dom drapes an arm around my shoulders as we enter the large room. Again, it’s a ‘she’s with me motherfucker arm drape’, but I like it. He scans all the burly leather clad guys in the room as if he’s a robot who’s been sent back in time to protect me. A half laugh escapes along with a snort, and I cover my mouth.
“What’s funny?” He looks so serious.
I swat his chest. “You. Relax. Don’t you know how to have fun?”
He glares at me with a straight face, like this is the last place he wants to be. “I know how to have fun. Do I need to remind you?”
A delightful shiver glides down my spine as he speaks to me in that deep, gruff voice, his spicy scent all around me. I give him my best smile. He doesn’t know how much this means to me to be out with him and his friends and have his arm wrapped tight around me.
His possessiveness could be seen as a little controlling and maybe it is, but who cares? I’m his girl, and I’ll wave that red flag all night long if it means I get to feel like his queen.
I saunter past two pool tables in the middle of the dim room lit only by overhead bar lights in the centre of each table. Dom stays at my side, glaring at anyone who looks at me. But his face softens when a curvy woman with long black hair and legs for days jumps from a bar stool near the wall. Her heels clicking on the wooden floor can be heard over the band playing in the other room.
