Chapter 15

Romeo

Wildcat Tavern isn’t like any bar I’ve ever frequented. I noticed it when I was following Rebel to the restaurant. It’s dark and empty. Just the sort of place I am in need of after the heavy conversation at lunch. I wasn’t expecting to feel so…I don’t know how to describe it. However, the promise I had made that young girl had been weighing heavy on my heart for some time. Once upon a time, she was my child. I took care of her the first two years of her existence. I watched her take those first steps, heard her first words.

Once upon a time, I was her world and had hung her moon. I was her dad for a brief time.  You don’t give up a child and walk away unscathed. That’s a wound that will never heal. No matter how much time passes by, there isn’t a day that I don’t feel that shit. I can still remember the way she would hold my finger in her tiny fist as her breath blew across my chest. I can still remember the soft fluttering of her eyes while she dreamed, nothing but sweet thoughts. She didn’t know the dangers of the world, not yet.

I was a coward and ripped her world apart.

Rebel put it back together. He showed her what a real man is, he showed her a father’s love.

She’ll never remember that once upon a time, I gave her that too, for a brief period in her life.

I take a seat at the bar and after a few minutes with nothing but my fucked up thoughts for company, I wonder if anyone actually works here. I’m half tempted to grab a bottle from behind the bar and lay a fifty on the counter.

As soon as the thought passes through my head, a woman appears from a hallway and lifts the end of the bar, taking her place in front of me.

“Haven’t seen you around here before. What can I do you for?” The woman behind the bar bats her lashes at me and I grin. She has dark auburn hair; Goddamnit, if I’m not a glutton for punishment and never learn.

“Looking to wet my whistle. Whatta ye recommend?”

She licks her bottom lip. “I can think of a few things.”

“Surprise me.” I wink at her, unable to keep my eyes from her cleavage as she leans across the quiet bar.

“My eyes are up here.” She laughs, tilting my chin upward. My heart catches in my throat. She has whiskey colored eyes. Not quite as yellow and full of wildfire like Baby’s but pretty damn close.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?

“Jordan, Jordan Marie,” she tells me. Her sweet smell wraps around me; like honeysuckle after a light summer rain. Amazing. I watch her ass as she maneuvers behind the bar. Perfect for grabbing, perfect for marking with my handprint. She slides a drink across the bar to me. Bourbon. “You passing through?”

“Yup,” I answer, after tossing back my drink.

She pours me another. “My kind of man.”

“That a fact?”

She smirks. Those Tennessee whiskey eyes light up with mischief. “Care to find out?”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

“I do believe it’s time for my break,” she says with a sly grin, coming from behind the counter and locking the door.

“Your boss won’t mind?”

“Sweetheart, I am my boss. This is my bar. Actually, the place belonged to my ex, cheating bastard of a husband. He loved this place so I took it in the divorce.”  She shrugs.

“Well, Goddamn. I like your style,” I tell her.

“I’m glad. It makes me happy to pick up rough and tumble good looking men such as yourself and fuck them on his bar top.”

“A man such as myself can appreciate your honesty.”

She walks over to me and the red scoop neck shirt she is wearing amplifies that heaven sent cleavage. “So, Romeo…” She fingers my name patch on my cut. “You haven’t found your Juliet?”

“I did, and as the story goes…she died.”

Jordan’s lips curve into an amused smile. “Aren’t we quite the pair. A lovesick Romeo and a pissed off ex-wife.”

“Don’t care much about no love stories, sweetheart. Question is, are ye gonna wet my whistle?” I grin and she steps into me. Her perfectly manicured nails find their way to my zipper. “Goddamn, that’s what I’m talkin ‘bout,” I growl as she frees me from my denim prison.

My cock juts out, ready to be pleasured by those thick lips and her wicked tongue.

Her eyes widen and she licks those red lips. Nimble hands work at my shaft, pumping my length. Precum is already beading at the head and her eager tongue darts out to taste me. Fuck yeah. My fingers thread through her hair, get tangled in the red strands, as I pull her face closer to where I desire that fucking mouth.

“Suck me,” I demand.

Those honey whiskey eyes gleam with desire as she looks up at me on her knees. I brace one hand on the bar top as she closes those thick lips over the head of my shaft. Her warm tongue licks the underside of me, while one hand grips the bottom of my dick and the other palms my balls. More precum leaks onto her pretty mouth. I love making it dirty.

Thrusting my hips forward, I impale her mouth. Jordan takes me all the way to the base. Tears spring from her eyes, as I stretch her mouth fully. Those eager fingers squeeze and release my balls, as she pops her mouth free of my dick. Her fingers move back to my shaft when she takes my balls into her mouth and sucks them, releasing each one with a pop.

Her tits are shaking as her chest heaves, and I know I’m going to cum all over them and ruin her shirt in the process. I don’t give a damn. I’m going to enjoy making a mess of her. This is exactly what I needed.