Mel
By eleven thirty, the bar cleared out except for Nicky. Rain pounded the windows, and flashes of lightning lit up the dim interior.
Kelly had closed down the grill over an hour earlier, cleaned up our small kitchen, and headed out. I scrubbed the last of the glasses and wiped down the taps with warm, soapy water, all the while warmth and tingles raising the hair on my arms.
Nicky sat nursing the bottle of whiskey. He’d had at least six shots and could damn well hold his liquor.
“How long have you owned the place?” he asked when I finally lowered the music.
“My grandpop left it to me when he passed last year,” I said, flipping the two deadbolt locks on the front door.
“Hughsey was your grandfather?”
I shot him a glance, surprised to hear the nickname on his lips. “Yes. You knew him?”
“Used to hang around here back before my sister disowned me and the good Sheriff Elliott took office.” He spun his shot glass around in circles on the bar with two fingers as he seemed fond of doing. “Good man, your grandpop.”
The familiar ache of loss pinged my chest, and my smile wobbled as I made my way back behind the bar to finish cleaning up. “He was the best.”
Nicky scanned the room, no doubt noticing I hadn’t changed much of anything since Grandpop’s original decorating attempts years earlier. The old brick walls and low timber ceiling lent a cozy feeling that reminded me of Grandpop’s warm hugs. Nothing fancy, no TVs. Simply a place to relax and enjoy a drink or two after a long day.
I poured the bucket of dirty water down the drain a few minutes later, wiped my hands on a clean towel, and grabbed a shot glass. Nicky perused me from head to toe and back up again as I rounded the bar and made my way toward him. Delicious shivers swept over my skin, and I sat on the stool beside him.
“May I?” I asked, reaching for the bottle.
He slid his shot glass over while turning on his stool to face me, and I poured us both a round.
“Why did you offer me a place to crash?” he asked, his rumbling timbre tingling between my thighs. “Most people would say you’re crazy.”
“Probably.” I shrugged. “Seems to me that you’re starting your life over. Only right of me to help.” I held up my shot glass. “To new beginnings?”
“I’m too old for that shit,” he grumbled, lifting his glass. “I’ll drink to you, though.”
A rush of pure lust soaked my panties at the want in his blue eyes. “To each other, then.” I smiled and clinked my glass against his while crossing my legs to ease the ache in my clit.
We knocked the liquor back, and our gazes met as we set the glasses on the bar.
“How old are you?” Nicky asked, his attention snagging on my lips.
“Twenty-eight.”
He scrubbed a hand over the beard lining his jaw while looking away. “So damn young.”
“Not too young.” Gauntlet thrown, I waited for his attention to return to my face. Eyes full of lust, a leashed animal that ought to scare the shit out of me but didn’t.
“I’m no good.”
I cocked my head and slid my gaze down over him, not missing the hard length straining against his leathers. “Look pretty damn good to me.”
His low groan rushed need through me again, and I knew I’d leave a wet spot on the stool once I got up.
“You’re messing with fire, little girl.”
Heat flushed through me. “I enjoy flames now and then.” My breath caught at the hunger on his face, parting my lips.
“Fuck it.” He grasped my chin in his warm palm. “I’ll give you what you want, little girl, but don’t go crying to your mommy in the morning because a big bad wolf left his mark on you.”
Oh, God. I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together. Older men were so the shit.
He captured my lips, but without the brute force I’d expected. Hunger, yes, but the full softness of his lips pressed against mine, taking and tasting, his tongue probing, whiskers brushing my skin. I parted my lips and moaned as he sank his tongue into my mouth, fucking every hidden corner, filling me with the taste of whiskey and pure male. My skin pebbled, pulse thrummed.
“Goddamn.” Nicky stood and yanked me off the stool. Virile, pure hardness and muscle beneath the leather hiding his skin from my grasping hands. His fingers fisted in my long hair, tangling and yanking my head to the side, the other grabbing my ass and hauling me against his huge cock.
He crouched down slightly and pulled me up. My legs wrapped around him as though having a mind of their own—even though I had been thinking about getting him between my legs all night long.
His beard brushed along my neck as he breathed me in and licked from my collarbone to my ear. “You smell like a fucking spring day. Innocent.”
“I’m h-hardly an innocent,” I gasped as he bit my earlobe and ground his cock against my sopping jeans.
“Thank God, because I want to be balls deep inside of you. Now.”
He thrust, and I moaned, my fingers grasping at his t-shirt.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered harshly in my ear.
“No way in hell.”
With a growl, he squeezed my ass to the point of pain. “I haven’t wanted a woman like this in a long fucking time.”
“So take what you want.”
“Goddamn.” He rested his forehead on mine. “Right here?”
I slithered a hand between us to grasp the hardness inside his leathers. “Right now.”
“Fuck.” Like my five-foot-six frame and thirty extra pounds meant nothing, he spun me around. “Hands on the bar.”
I did as told, bending at the waist and putting my ass on display with a little wiggle.
“Don’t move,” he said while peeling off his leather jacket.
My legs trembled, and I turned my head to watch as he moved to the front door and flicked off the lights.
The streetlight half a block away barely cut through the storm, but the flash of lightning lit Nicky up as he stalked back toward me, shedding his t-shirt.
Broad shoulders … another flash filled my eyes with tanned skin stretched tight over massive pecs and abs a twenty-year-old guy would kill for.
I licked my lips, hoping for another flash of light, but Nicky palmed my waist and leaned over my back, his cock pressed against my ass, the heat of his skin searing me through my shirt.
My eyelids fluttered shut as he wrapped his fingers around my hair again and tilted my head back.
“Last chance, Mel.” His rumbling voice and hot breath against my ear brought a moan past my lips.
“Take me,” I managed to whisper and licked my dry lips. “Please.”
Nicky moved his hands from my hips in toward my belly, releasing the snap of my jeans. Although skin-tight, the jeans were stretchy, and I sucked in my stomach as he slid his hand inside my panties, fingers slipping through my wetness.
“You’re fucking soaked.”
As though I needed to be told. “Hurry…”
The sound of him sucking his fingers clean along with his following groan weakened my knees. “Goddamn, you taste good, little girl.”
He kneeled behind me and peeled my jeans and panties down over my thighs. His nose brushed along my ass crack, and he breathed deep. “I’m going to bury my cock balls deep inside of you.”
“Yes.” I panted the word, so fucking far gone already I knew I’d come the second he pressed into me.
Cursing, he yanked off my boots, and I fumbled to step out of my jeans as he pulled them from my ankles. Naked from the waist down, bent over and grasping the bar … I’d fantasized it over the previous couple of hours but didn’t think I’d get so damn lucky.
Thunder boomed outside, rattling the windows.
Eyes still clenched shut, I waited, trembling with need as his zipper sounded. The blessed crinkle of a condom, which hadn’t even crossed my mind, reached my ears.
He kicked my feet apart, and I squeaked as he grabbed my hips to keep me from falling over.
One fucking thrust and he filled me to the brink, shooting my climax up through me with a blinding shriek flying past my lips.
He slammed into me over and over, drawing out my climax as I gushed around his thick cock.
“So fucking tight,” he growled, his fingertips digging into my hips. I’d bruise come morning for sure.
The spasms in my pussy lessened, but I continued to pant, clutching the edge of the bar as he thrust into me like the animal I’d expected.
I wanted more.
A flash of lightning lit the bar, and he yanked me back against his chest, holding still. One hand glided down over where we joined, his soaked fingers sliding up to find my clit. He kept his hips still, his cock throbbing deep inside of me. Palming my breast through my shirt with his other hand, his lips and teeth grazed my neck as I squirmed in his hold, trying to get him to fuck me.
“Give me another, little girl.” He pinched both my nipple and clit at the same time, and I screamed as another climax tore through me, sending another gush of cum over his cock. My body jerked in his hold, and he squeezed me tight, his hard length buried deep, still unmoving.
“Fuck me,” I cried, my nails digging into his forearms. “Please, Nicky. Move!”
He sank his teeth into my neck and he obliged me, pulling out to the head and plowing back into me with a grunt.
I held on for dear life, unable to move even if I’d wanted to as Nicky took what he wanted, his steel-like cock slamming into me, over and over, with a controlled yet wild ferocity I’d never experienced before.
His vise grip squeezed the breath from me. “Fuck!” He hollered and shuddered with release, and for the first time ever, I wished condoms weren’t necessary. I wanted to feel his hot cum shooting deep inside of my pussy.
“Goddamn, Mel,” he growled against my neck, his thrusts slowing until he held me still in his arms. “Fuck.”
Smiling and limp as a wet noodle, I enjoyed the rush of blood ringing in my ears and euphoric tingles spreading through my limbs.
“Did I hurt you?” Nicky asked, pulling out but still holding me upright.
I’d never felt so damn empty. I smiled and shook my head even though I expected I’d be a little sore come morning. “That was fucking fantastic,” I said with a sigh, still smiling. He slowly released me, and I swayed forward, taking two trembling steps to grab the bar. “Holy shit.”
“You okay?” he asked.
I slumped on a stool and rested my hot forehead on the cool wood of the bar. “Better than okay. Damn.” Unable to move, I sat and listened as he zipped back up and made his way through the darkness to the bathroom a few feet away.
My breathing slowed, and I sighed again.
“Here.” Nicky pressed a warm, wet cloth into my hand. “I’ll get your panties.”
“Add them to your collection,” I said with a light laugh as a low rumble from the passing storm rattled the old windows yet again.
“I don’t have a collection,” Nicky grumbled.
“Surely you jest,” I teased. “With a weapon like that, and all those women available to you at your club…”
“The whores at the club didn’t interest me much.”
“Too bad for them,” I said as a shiver rippled over me. “They missed out.”
“Want your jeans?”
“Too damn beat to pull them on. I’ll just head upstairs like this.”
“Upstairs?”
“My apartment. Door and stairs are through the office.” I heaved a sigh and forced myself upright. The lack of food since my late lunch left me lightheaded. Although a tad overweight and curvier than I’d have liked, I had no issues walking around naked.
I took my panties and jeans from Nicky, trying to read his face in the dim glow of the streetlight. Backlit, his eyes remained in the shadows. “Why don’t you come on upstairs and I’ll get you a pillow and blankets for the cot.”
“Lead the way.”
That damn husky, deep voice… I’d come harder than I ever had—twice—within five minutes, and I wasn’t anywhere near sated.
I wiped my smeared cum off the stool before making my way back to the office. My hand fumbled in the dark, but I found the switch and flipped it up. Blinding light squinted my eyes. “Shit, that’s bright.”
Nicky murmured his agreement behind me while shutting the door. “Damn, woman, you’ve got one fine ass.”
I glanced over my shoulder and wiggled my hips.
Brow raised, he lifted his gaze to my face. “Keep teasing, and I’ll be taking that next.”
Unable to help myself, I wiggled again just to see what he’d do.
His gaze dropped to my backside, and I stood still as he crowded against me, both hands palming my cheeks. “I ought to spank your ass red for taunting me like that.”
“Mmm.” I pressed against him.
He stepped back and swatted me. Hard.
With a yelp, I jolted forward, panties and jeans clutched to my chest.
Nicky stared at me with enough lust to melt the most frigid woman. Need revved up again between my thighs, and I squeezed them together.
“You liked that.”
“Yes,” I replied, my voice breathy.
He groaned, his gaze dropping. “You’ve got my handprint on your ass, and it looks damn good on you, little girl.”
With a come-hither smirk, I turned away and made sure to put a little extra sway in my hips while crossing the office to the door leading upstairs. “Coming?” I asked while pulling the door open.
Another groan was the only answer I got.