“Are you trying to get me drunk so you can take advantage of me?”
The coy expression on her face made him go tight in his jeans.What the fuck’s wrong with me?She had such an effect on him, more than any woman ever had. When he’d been with Mika, she’d been his first love—and he was sixteen with raging hormones. But in all the years since then, no woman touched him past his lust for that moment. The social worker sitting in front of him did crazy shit to him. He didn’t know how she was doing it, but deep stirrings that he’d kept buried for years began to surface. What had been a delicious distraction was fast becoming an obsession.
“Well, are you?” Her voice brought him back.
“Am I what?”
“Trying to get me drunk?”
He chuckled. “I don’t want you drunk, baby. I want you stone-cold sober when I run my hands over your curves and give you what we’ve both wanted for a while.”
She picked up her margarita. “And that is?”
“A good hard fucking. One like you’ve never had.”
“You’re pretty confident about your sexual abilities, aren’t you?”
“The only complaint I get is that the woman is too sore the next day from our fucking. Or sometimes their voices are gone from screaming so much.”
She poked at his hand, giggling. “You’re so full of yourself.”
“I’m not bragging. I’m just telling it like it is. You need to find out for yourself.”
“Maybe I will.” She winked at him and his dick twitched. He wanted nothing more than to grab her, kiss her deeply, lay her down on top of the tiled table, throw her legs on his shoulders, and fuck her deep and hard.
Her phone rang and she leapt in her seat, then slipped her hand in her purse and took it out.
He saw her expression go from hopeful to disappointed in a matter of seconds. “Are you expecting someone to call you?” His tone was edgier than he meant for it to be, but he couldn’t help but wonder if she was seeing someone.
“I am. My brother, actually. I haven’t heard from him in a few days. I worry about him.”
“He’s the one using?” She nodded. He blew out a long breath. “That’s fucking tough.”
She wiped the corner of her eyes with her napkin. “It is.”
The busser cleared their plates, and Steel ordered asopapillaà la mode with two spoons. As they ate, they laughed and talked about everything from the biggest gossips in town to the economic state in the county.
When she slipped her arms around his waist on the ride back, it felt natural to Steel. It was like she belonged on the back of his Harley. He helped her off his bike when they got to her house, then walked her to the front porch, bent down, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. Every nerve in his body burned; he had to hold himself back from slamming her to him and plunging his tongue deep down her throat while he rubbed his hard dick against her. He knew if he pushed it, she’d be pissed, so he forced himself to act like a gentleman even though all his instincts were in overdrive.
Breanna unlocked her door and then paused. He caught her blue orbs when she looked over her shoulder. “Do you want to come in for a beer?”
Fuck yeah! I’m in.“Sure. That’d be cool.” He sauntered in, laying his jacket on one of chairs in the living room before he went over to the couch and sank down.
“This is just for a beer, you know that.”
“Yep.”
“Okay. I don’t want you getting any wrong ideas.” She headed out of the room.
“Don’t have any.”I’ll play the game, babe.For some reason, women felt it was important to let him know that they weren’t really thinking about fucking when that’s exactly what they were doing. Besides the club girls who knew they were at the club to fuck whichever brother needed their womanly attentions, women were always telling him that they’d never done something like this before if it was a one-night stand, or that they just wanted to talk. Then twenty minutes into their “conversation,” he had his tongue down their throats and his fingers in their wet pussies. He sniggered, thinking he’d give Breanna maybe twenty-five minutes before they were all nice and cozy.
“Here you go,” she said as she handed him a beer.
He took a deep drink. “You’ve got a nice place here. I like what you’ve done to it. Do you own it?”
“No. I wish I did, but on my paltry salary, I’ll be lucky if I can ever buy a place.”
“Is that why you’re moonlighting at Cuervos? Do you wanna save up for a house?”
