“Ah,” I mumble, trying to get my head together.
“You like that?” he asks me. “Big boy.”
His words don’t turn me on. Nothing about this is getting me anywhere, and I’m not interested in continuing when all I want is the very man I shouldn’t.
It’s practically betraying my family. Wanting the man who could put us in the most danger whether he wants to or not.
I pull back from the man and push him away from me slightly.
He gasps and looks at me with a confused expression. “What? You changing your mind after all that talk?” he asks.
“Just not doin’ it for me,” I tell him, slightly breathless.
He steps forward and places a hand on my chest. He’s definitely not stronger than me, but he does have the upper hand in this moment.
“Maybe I can change that.” He starts to sink down on his knees.
I hear shuffling to the side of us, footsteps on the asphalt.
“He said it’s not doing it for him,” a low growl hits my ears, and suddenly the man is yanked up from the ground by his hair.
“Fuck!” the man hollers and stumbles back several feet when his hair is let go of.
“What’s your fucking problem?” he asks.
I look to the side and I see him there. Alek.
His teeth are practically bared and his eyes are burning with anger.
“Go back inside, now,” he tells the man.
The man starts to step back over to me.
“That’s a big fucking mistake.” Alek grabs him by the back of his shirt and shoves him toward the door, knocking his head against it. The man tries to squirm against his hold but is only shoved harder against the door.
“You want to mess with someone, I’ll give you a good time,” Alek sneers, pulling him back a few inches and then slamming him against the metal door again.
“Okay, okay!” The man puts his hands up, his forehead already looking like it has a lump on it.
Alek lets him go and he goes scrambling inside the second he gets the door open.
I wonder what he’ll tell his friends.
My pulse is racing, and my cock is harder than ever.
“You didn’t need to do that, I can handle myself,” I tell him.
Alek looks at me, and his face softens ever so slightly.
“Yes, I did,” he mumbles. He steps over to me. “What are you doing out here with that trash anyway?”
“Trash? Didn’t take you for a shamer,” I reply.
He hisses out his next words. “Didn’t take you for a whore…or wait, yes I did. Slut.” Alek narrows his eyes at me. “Finding some random hookup to drag to the alley. That’s dangerous when you have no idea who someone really is.”
I lick my lips and push off the brick wall, stepping closer to him. “If you don’t remember, I changed my mind.”
“You did,” he agrees. “Why?”
