WHAT IS THIS WOMAN DOING to me? I swear she came back just to taunt me and piss me off to the point I want to rip her clothes off, slam her against the closest surface, and fuck her until she goes limp in my arms.
I want to exhaust her mind, her body, and her sassy fucking mouth.
I ended last night thinking I’d never see her again, yet here she is, working me up once again.
Taking a few moments to cool off, I light up a smoke and hope like hell she doesn’t manage to get into any trouble while I’m out here.
But knowing Blaine is inside, I don’t really need to wonder. She’s for sure getting into trouble.
That dirty son of a bitch. I’m not sure why but it pissed me off to hear he was close to kissing her on my bike before she came inside.
The thought alone had me wanting to rip his throat out.
After a few drags, I toss my cigarette at the building and make my way inside to see Royal and Mark standing at the bar talking.
“Where’s Blaine?” I ask stiffly, while looking around.
Mark gives me a small smile and pours himself a shot of whiskey. He’s been hanging here a lot when he’s off duty, and although most people know he’s a cop, they still give no shits when it comes to doing what they want here. “That sassy redhead came barging in here asking for a tattoo. She’s in the back with Blaine. She practically dragged him away by his neck.”
“Shit!” I reach out and knock over a half empty glass, before I shove the door open and head toward the tattoo room.
My blood is boiling because I know without a doubt Blaine will try to fuck her before the night is over.
I really shouldn’t give a damn and it’s none of my business, yet for some reason I do and I’m making it my business.
Stopping at the window, I look inside to see her peeling her shirt off and undoing her bra, while Blaine is sitting in the chair, his eyes on her as he slaps a pair of black gloves on.
A few seconds goes by before she notices me standing outside the room, but instead of waiting for me to walk away, she locks her eyes with mine and pulls her bra straps down her arms.
The way she bites her bottom lip as my gaze roams over her body has my cock jumping with excitement.
She’s doing this shit on purpose just to get a reaction out of me. I can tell, because she’s paying no attention to Blaine whatsoever, as if he’s not even in the room.
It’s when she goes to slide her hand down her stomach that I barge into the room and throw Blaine a hard look. “Get the fuck out.” I bark out. “I’ll take care of her.”
Blaine flashes me a surprised smile as he stands up, yanks the gloves off, and tosses them behind him. “I thought you couldn’t do tattoos for shit?”
“It’s not that I can’t. That was a lie to keep me at the bar so I could keep an eye on things better. If I get stuck back here while you watch the bar, we’d probably end up having to replace all the damn windows.”
He shrugs and pulls out a smoke. “It’s all good. My hand could use a break anyway. She wants an angel with dream catcher elements.” He smirks and raises a brow. “Starting low on her hip and stopping right under her left breast. It may take a while.”
Well, shit. She definitely doesn’t play around. This shit will take a good two sessions.
“I got it. Tell Royal I’ll be occupied for a few hours. See if Mark will stay until I’m done.”
“Good luck, dickhead.” Blaine exits the room and my attention instantly goes to the sassy woman beside me.
My jaw clenches as I watch her undo her jeans, teasing me with her eyes as she slowly lowers them down her hips.
I’ve never had a woman work me up this way. And it pisses me off that she’s able to.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask stiffly.
She lets out a sexy little laugh while lowering her jeans even more. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Pissing me off.”
“Good,” she whispers, lowering the strap of her black thong. “I’m getting prepared for my tattoo too. In case you’re wondering what else I’m doing. You know . . . other than pissing you off.”
My teeth are clenched so tightly watching her that it’s beginning to hurt, but I’m not going to touch her just because she’s tempting me to.
A woman like this is probably used to every guy giving into her, but she’s about to get a wake-up call.
I catch her eyes lowering to my dick. “You’re hard, beautiful bartender. Do something about it. Show me what it’s like to really belong to you.”
I growl and run my hand over my cock, watching her chest as it begins moving faster with each stroke above my jeans.
She’s playing a game she won’t win, but she wants to play so I’ll play.
Locking my gaze with hers, I slowly undo my belt and jeans, smirking as she breaks eye contact to watch what I’m doing.
She lets out a desperate moan and squeezes her thighs together as I slide my hand down my boxer briefs and begin stroking my cock for her.
I can tell she’s desperate to see what I have packing under these jeans, but I keep it put away on purpose just to tease her.
“Is this what you want from me? Huh? Me stroking my dick for you? I want nothing more than to come right now, but just because you want me to, I won’t.”
With that, I release my dick and walk over to grip the chair and lean down close to her face. She’s breathing heavily, giving me a dirty as hell look, because we both know she was getting off to me touching myself for her. “Don’t fuck with me, because I will win, babe. I don’t even need to whip the big guy out to get the job done. Just the thought of it is enough for most women. Just imagine how it must be once it’s actually inside of you.”
I don’t even give her time to speak before I walk over to the sink and wash my hands.
“Do you do this often?” she asks as I slip a pair of gloves on.
“Do what? Tattoo?”
“Tease a woman and then leave her hanging.”
I turn around to face her. “Nope.”
She narrows her eyes and relaxes in the chair. “I was only testing you to see how far you’d go. If I really wanted you to come . . . then I’d do it my damn self.”
Her words have my cock hard again and me cussing under my breath.
“What makes you think I’d let you?”
“The way you look at me.” She lowers her gaze down to the bulge in my jeans. “And the fact that you can’t seem to keep your dick soft around me.”
I grab for the green soap and spray her skin, but it’s when I go to wipe it off with a paper towel that I notice the scars on her body. They look to be older, but it’s hard to tell for sure.
They’re all over in random spots as if they were put there by someone. The thought has me clenching my jaw, reminding me of how Alexandra’s father used to hurt her. It has rage rushing to the surface at the memories.
“Who hurt you?”
My question has her sitting up and yanking her shirt back on. “Someone from my past I’d rather forget about.”
“A guy?” The fact that someone actually was the cause of all these scars has my blood boiling with rage.
“Doesn’t matter,” she says as she stands up and fixes her clothing. “I didn’t come here to have you question me about something that is none of your damn business.”
“Maybe I should make it my business so whoever fucking hurt you pays for what they did.” I move in close and grab her chin before she can turn away from me. “No one should ever be able to hurt you this way and get away with it, so don’t ever for one second believe that shit.”
The look in her eyes tells me she’s thinking about something deep.
“I should go. Forget the tattoo.”
Just like that she walks away, leaving me alone, lost in my thoughts.
There was something familiar about the way she looked at me before she walked away a few moments ago, as if I’ve seen that look before. It’s eating away at me. I’m trying to figure it out.
The anger consumes me for the next hour or so. The result is slamming down bottles and glasses, practically scaring everyone off from wanting to order from me.
“You good, Man?” Mark swipes his arm across the bar, knocking a bunch of empty bottles into the trash. “I’ve gotta stop by and visit Avalon before it gets too late so she can cut this mop of mine. I told Royal before he left that I’d be over no later than eleven.”
I look behind me just as he’s running his hand through his long hair. “Yeah. I’m good. Blaine will stay.”
“All right, Man.” He pats my shoulder and slips on his jacket. “I’ll catch ya later.”
“Later, Man. And hey . . .”
He stops walking to look back at me.
“Thanks for helping out here. It’s not your job, yet you seem to be doing it a lot these days. Appreciate it.”
“Family helps family.” He smiles and begins backing up toward the door. “So, it’s not a problem.”
Once Mark is gone, I begin looking around the room to see who’s all still here.
We’re down to a handful of people, which is a hell of a lot better than the crowd I had to deal with late last night.
I’m hoping it’ll be an easy close tonight. I might even leave early and let Blaine close up if he can guarantee he won’t get into any trouble after I’m gone.
But we all know that’s never guaranteed.
Blaine comes in from outside a few minutes later and pours himself a drink.
Tilting it back, he leans against the wall and looks me over before speaking. “What was that shit about? She getting under your skin already, brother?”
I nod my head. “Yeah. She’s getting under my skin all right. Don’t ask me how or why.”
“She’s feisty, so I can see why.” He grins. “And entirely way too sexy to be hanging out here alone. You’re used to protecting women. It’s in your nature, and I think we both know she needs some help.”
I reach for my leather jacket and slip it on. I’m frustrated and just need to get out of here. “Yeah . . . you’re right about that. But that doesn’t explain why I’m so fucking drawn to her after only two days.”
“I know that feeling,” he mumbles, before downing a shot. “You taking off? I can handle it from here.”
“If you can promise not to fuck shit up.”
From the distant look in his eyes, I can tell his thoughts are going to Madison, even though he’ll try everything in his power to deny it.
“Madison wants me to swing by and take her for a ride on my dick again,” I say to get a reaction out of him.
Blaine instantly grips the bar and squeezes.
“You’re squeezing that bar awfully tight for someone who doesn’t want anything serious with a woman.”
He releases his grip and looks up at me, trying to seem unfazed. “I’m good. Now, get the hell out of here.”
“I plan on it, brother.” I pull my keys out of my pocket and grin. “But don’t worry; I won’t be taking your girl for a ride again, so you can relax over there before you end up killing someone or being killed before the night is over.”
“I’m as relaxed as I can be, but I’ll do my best to stay alive. I always do.”
Shaking my head, I leave him alone and make my way outside, hopping on my bike to head home.
I need to sleep this shit off and remind myself that she’s not Lex. I can’t expect this stranger to want my help like she did.
Fuck . . . this is going to be hard . . .