“It’s over. We’ve been through this so many fuckin’ times. I told you it was just a fling and you were good with that. Then you got all psycho on me. We had a great time. I loved it and you told me you did too. Now it’s over. You’ll make some guy who wants to settle down a wonderful girlfriend. I’m not the boyfriend type.”
“I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend. I’d be fine with being your friend with benefits. That’s totally no strings attached, right?”
“Hang on a second. I gotta check something out.” He walked away and came out from behind the bar, striding over to Raven, who was sipping a drink while she watched two men play a game of pool. As he stood real close to her, his nostrils filled with her alluring scent: spicy with a hint of vanilla and musk. It smelled like pure sex and wound around him, squeezing him in a good way.
She turned, and with her head lowered she looked up at him, her lips slightly parted. His dick went crazy as he gazed at her.Fuck.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice slinking over him.
He exhaled, willing his hardness to calm down. “Just making sure you’re watching the game and not playing.”
“So I’m not allowed to play here?” Her deep laugh stroked him.
What the hell’s the matter with me?This smart-ass woman with her not-giving-you-the-time-of-day” attitude was igniting a fire in him that was threatening to combust. “Not if you hustle.”
She leaned in closer, her lips hovering right over his ear. “And what if I do?” Her warm breath singed his skin.
“I don’t think you want to find that out. I can be a real sonofabitch.”
“Now you’re just tempting me to hustle.” She placed her hand on his bicep and grasped it lightly.
He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together as he scanned her flushed face. Her lips were begging to be kissed, and her seductive gray eyes were driving him wild. “Be careful in unleashing the beast in me, sweetheart. I don’t fuckin’ play nice. Remember that. If I see you hustling, your ass is outta here.”
She stepped back from him, her face tight. “And I’m sure you mean that.”
“My eyes are on you.”
“And that’s exactly where I want them to be.”
Before he could answer, a man in his early thirties approached her. “I’ve been noticing you since you came in. What’re you drinking?”
“We’re fuckin’ talking here.” Muerto shoved his hands into his pockets so he wouldn’t throw a punch at the asshole who offered Raven a drink.
The man’s face fell. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were alone.”
Raven turned to him and smiled sweetly. Muerto wanted to grab her and press her close to him. “I am. He’s the owner of the place and is just going over the rules for playing in here. I’d love a whiskey sour. Thank you.”
“I’ll go to the bar and get you one.”
He started to walk away when she gripped his arm, then looked at Muerto. “That’s his job,” she said to the guy. “Can you please bring me a whiskey sour and….” She looked at her suitor.
“A bourbon and seven.”
Muerto shot daggers at the man and growled at Raven while she smiled innocently at him. He turned around and marched back to the bar, the scent of her tempting perfume on his clothes. When he approached the bar, he yelled out to Skull, “Get one of the girls to send over a whiskey sour and a bourbon and seven to the bitch with the long black hair.” Skull glanced at Raven and then back at him. “Don’t fuckin’ ask.”
He went behind the bar and noticed Deanna was still there, glaring at him.Fuck.He walked over to her.
“Is she your new squeeze?” she said bitterly.
He laughed dryly. “Hardly.” He glanced back at Raven who was laughing and holding onto the guy’s arm. White heat burned in his chest. He wanted to beat the dude to a bloody pulp and fuck the vixen until she couldn’t walk. A couple of beer cans fell on the floor, and he kicked them violently before stomping on them, causing them to explode. Sticky amber liquid puddled on the floor. “Fuck!” He grabbed a large towel and threw it down, sopping up the mess.
“What’s up with you, dude? Why don’t you take a break?” Skull said as he came over with a mop.
Shaking his head, Muerto breathed heavily.That woman pisses me way the hell off.“I’m good.” He continued to inhale and exhale deeply.
“Okay.” Skull mopped up the floor, smiled at Deanna, and went back to his station at the bar.
“Are you pissed because she’s with that guy?” Deanna asked as she looked over her shoulder.
