“Sorry, spoken for. Same as lasttime?” I asked, indicating toward the pitcher. This would be their last round.I’d ask the bar to cut them off after this.
“How about a quickie in the backthen?” he persisted before reaching around and squeezing my ass.
“Hey!” I heard a very familiar voicebark from behind me. “Get your fucking hands off!” Cole growled as he stoodnext to me, putting my body behind his. He cast a formidable presence as heglowered down at the group. I wasn’t expecting him and I figured Sal hadprobably called him. Great.
The group looked up at himbelligerently, but Mr. Grab Hands had the audacity to sneer. Cole didn’t missit and he didn’t like it either. “That was your last drink,” he commanded,nodding toward the empty glasses. Settle up and get the fuck out. And if youstiff her, we’ve got problems,” he added.
“Oh I’ll give her a stiff onealright,” one of them snorted.
I rolled my eyes, so the wrong thingto say.
“Whatdid you just say?” Cole demanded, his tone full of such menace that even I wasafraid.
“Nothing man,” the smartest one of thebunch spoke up. “We were just leaving,” he added while looking meaningfully athis friends.
Loud guy scoffed. “I’m not going tolet roughneck kick me out. Sweet cheeks here was just getting us anotherround,” he indicated toward me.
Ohshit.
“Cole, I need this job,” I whisperedquietly, knowing that if he caused a big enough scene I’d lose it.
He turned to me with fire in his eyes.“You’d rather let him disrespect you and in doing so disrespect me?” hedemanded. “You don’t need this fucking job that bad,” he added and I bit mylower lip. He was really pissed off. I noted to myself that interrupting him attimes like this was probably ill advised. We were still getting to know eachother, but I knew Cole well enough to know when I needed to let him do thingshis way. Now was one of those times.
I simply nodded, backed off, and stoodnext to Connie.
“Get up. All of you,” Cole barked tothe group.
“Yougonnatake us all on tough guy?” grab hands asked incredulously.
“It would be my fucking pleasurepreppy, but I’d hate to ruin the fun for my friends,” Cole glowered just as Wesand Sal appeared as if on cue to stand behind him. The three of them cut amenacing picture and despite the odds being five against three, I could see oneor two of the frat guys visibly gulp.
“Outside,” Cole repeated, his voice solow I could barely hear him.
The group rose hesitantly and I made amental bet that they’d high tail it the second they got outside. Cole, Sal, andWes followed them out and I sighed, exasperated. “I wish Sal would have keptthat information to himself,” I grumbled.
Connie patted me sympathetically asthey disappeared from sight. “Cole would have his head if something happenedand he didn’t at least give him the option to take care of it,” she informedme.
“Such macho idiots,” I continued togrumble.
“Yeah but they’reourmacho idiots,” she said as she laughed, linking arms with me.
I was just finishing cashing out whenCole stalked back in and scanned the room until his eyes found mine. His chestwas heaving and anger still flared on his face. Despite complaining about hisantics, the fact that he was always so intent on protecting me turned me on. Iwalked up to him slowly and his eyes tracked every step as I got nearer. When Ireached him, I put my hands on his chest before moving my arms up to linkbehind is neck. His expression visibly shifted as he caught my mood.
“You ready to go home?” I asked,softly meeting his fiery gaze.
“Yeah, baby,” he rumbled, his handsmoving to my ass and lifting me so that my legs wrapped around his waist. I wastoo turned on by the gesture to be embarrassed by the catcalls from our friends,as he strode out of the place with me wrapped around him.
We barely made it through the doorbefore we were all over each other. He had me pressed firmly against the wallin the hallway that led to the bedroom as I panted into his mouth. I loved howstrong he was, how he could lift me and hold me any way he chose.
“You want it right here?” he growledinto my mouth, his muscles flexing under my fingers.
“Yeah,” I replied breathlessly. Icould feel his hardness through his jeans and a thrill went through me as hepressed himself into me. He dropped me to the ground long enough to strip meout of my jeans and underwear. He pressed me back against the wall as hisfingers glided through my slick folds.
“Soaked,” he rumbled with pleasure ashe unzipped his jeans to give him access. There was something undeniably eroticand utterly primal about him being fully dressed.He hoisted me back up and plunged intome. I threw my head back and cried out loudly as he immediately started hittingthe spot I needed him to.
Wall sex was a new one for us, and Iknew immediately that I’d be demanding a repeat performance.
My hands clutched at his shoulders ashe slammed into me. There wasa desperationabout hismovements that I hadn’t seen before, but I welcomed it. My intensity stemmedfrom a different source entirely, one I wouldn’t be sharing with him tonight.For now I just needed to feel connected to him.
