I had to will my body to calm down after, just from a look, I was ready to jump on him and maul his cock like a rabid wolverine. I’d never felt even a modicum of this with anyone else, not even my dead husband. Did that make me feel guilty? A little, yeah.
I motioned for the bunnies to help me out while I had my break. I usually only took it in my room and listened to music, but today I was needing some air. I left through the back and headed down to the side porch and tooka seat. I had only just opened up my phone to play a game when I felt him. I could always feel him when he was near.
He sat down next to me, and I felt my body hum in appreciation. He had a particular scent about him, leather, tobacco and something I couldn’t place.
It was…intoxicating.
“You good?” he asked me.
“Yeah, just on my break.”
“You don’t normally come out here is all.”
I nodded. “I know, just needed some air.”
“Or you wanted to escape from me.”
I chuckled nervously. I didn’t know what else I could do. “Why would I need to do that, Savage?”
He didn’t respond. Instead, one of the drunk bunnies found her way out to where we were sitting and came over to flirt with him. Bold, but okay. I understood, I was having reactions to the man myself, but how didn’t you think that if he were out here with me that he was busy?
Not that we were a thing. He was just being friendly, I told myself. He definitely didn’t want to push me up against the nearest wall and have his way with me.
“Savage,” she giggled, very clearly intoxicated. “Want to come inside and play a game?”
“No,” he replied quickly. “I’m busy.”
She shot her eyes over to me and her face screwed up in disgust. I felt that to my core. “With her? I can make it worth your while.”
She pulled her tube top down and unleashed her perfect and bouncy tits. Damn. That was bolder than I was expecting.
“Not interested,” he grumbled. “Fuck off, Bambi.”
“It’s Braylee,” she said, pulling her tube top back up, visibly annoyed.
“Does it look like I give a fuck what your name is?” he asked, his voice taking on a dangerous edge. She backed up and went back inside. The intensity in his tone had my pussy throbbing for his attention. I don’t know what it was about him, but I was drawn to him.
“Fucking sluts need to understand their place here,” he said angrily.
“I’m used to it, Savage, it doesn’t bother me anymore.”
“It should. I want to wring her neck for looking at you like that.”
I put my hand on his arm, and immediately I felt sparks shoot up my back. His eyes looked into mine then and with his other hand, he lifted mine. His fingers were warm and callused, rough on mine, causing all sorts of friction. My breath caught in my throat as he rubbed his thumb over the back of my hand.
The air was thick.
I didn’t know if I wanted him to kiss me, but I definitely knew I didn’t want him to leave me out here.
My phone beeped to alert me to my break being over. It broke the spell we were under, and he helped me up from the step. When I got to my feet, I looked up at him, his closeness all consuming as I tried to figure out what I wanted from him.
“Shona…”
My name tumbling from his lips in a tone of need and want that mirrored my own was almost my undoing. His hand came up to brush hair out of my eyes and behind my ear. A tender moment I didn’t think he was capable of.
This was it.
He was going to kiss me. I could feel it.
