That had tipped my hand.
There was no way in hell she was going to sleep with that asshole. Or anyone else here.
“Good.” The hands that had slid around her waist drifted higher. Under the leather, she was wearing over her dress. I cupped her breasts with both hands, my lips dropping to her neck. I trailed kisses below her ear, and she shivered in response.
Her reaction just made me smile more.
God, she was hot.
And I wanted her to know just how hot I thought she was. Pulling her more snugly into my front. I rubbed my straining bulge against her ass.
Darcie rewarded me by smiling over her shoulder. “I think you’ve missed me as well?”
“I have. You left me with a serious case of blue balls this afternoon.” I chuckled.
Darcie moved easily in my arms. Turning, so we were staring at each other. “And who’s fault was that?” she teased.
I chuckled. “Yours. For being so damn sexy, and making me want to be a gentleman.” I winked. “You will be pleased to know I don’t want to be a gentleman anymore, though.” I waited until my meaning sank in. Her smile grew a little more; a knowing look flickered to life in her eyes.
“Is that right?” She arched an eyebrow. Her lips twitching as she tried not to giggle.
“That’s right. Now I have to say hello to someone.” I pointed to Fang, who was watching us from his place drinking in the corner. His face was thoughtful. “Why don’t you grab me a drink and come and join us?” I slapped her ass playfully.
“You want me to play at being your girlfriend?” she whispered.
The hand I had on her ass squeezed hard. “No, Darcie. I want you to act like my old lady.”
***
“You’re crazy.” Fang laughed when I folded myself into the seat next to him. “There has to be easier ways of getting in her panties than tying yourself to the girl.” He took a sip from his glass, but his eyes never left Darcie’s narrow back as she leant across the bar. Her shoulders shook as she laughed at whatever the girl behind the bar was saying to her.
She looked good tonight, the short dress left absolutely nothing to the imagination, but I couldn’t help but long for that grey dress she had been wearing the first time I had seen her. The one that accentuated her hips and made my mouth water.
She didn’t have any of her usual clothes, but I needed to get her into something similar, and soon, so maybe a shopping trip was in order. Just so I could bunch those long skirts around her waist when I thrust into her.
“It’s not like that.” I tore my eyes away from her. “She’s more than happy with what I’m giving her.”
I lied. That might have been a slight exaggeration. But I didn’t get to say anything else as Darcie turned, two beer bottles clutched in her hand and sauntered over.
Both of us watched her come. I was just hoping Fang didn’t have a raging hard-on like I did from watching her hips sway.
“Did you want a drink, Fang?” She asked sweetly as she passed me my beer.
“Give him yours.”I pulled her down onto my lap, straight over my erection, and her pouty mouth fell open. “We can share.”
She passed the untouched glass bottle over without a word. Her smile firmly in place.
“You look good tonight, Darcie.” Fang set the bottle down next to his unfinished one. “Like you belong.” His eyes swept over her, lingering a little too long on her naked thighs. “Like you belong to Havoc.”
I shot him a look. He was baiting her. Trying to gauge her reaction. It was clear that he wanted to know what she thought about being my old lady.
“That’s because she does belong to me.” Playfully I bit her earlobe, tugging it gently between my teeth. Her sigh went straight to my dick. “Isn’t that right, baby?” I didn’t wait for her to answer. My hand crawled up her thigh, disappearing under her dress. “You belong to me now, don’t you?” The pad of my thumb brushed against her panties. Right over her clit.
“I….”
Again and again, I rubbed against her as I waited for her to answer.
“I belong to Havoc.”
