~ 9 ~
Skull’s laughter rumbled out behind me as I stepped back into the hot sunshine. “You see her, tell her to get her ass back to work!”
I shook my head and looked down the sidewalk, seeing the ATF car still parked there. I gave them a wave and headed in the direction Nancy had gone not five minutes before.
She needed to learn she couldn’t run from me and whatever it was between us. Sooner or later I was going to have her, and then she’d be the one doing the chasing. I smelled coffee and let my nose do the walking as I guessed where she’d gone.
I opened the door to Rosie’s Coffee Shop at the end of the street. It was barely a five-minute walk from INKslingers, but it felt double that with the sun blasting on my back, the heat penetrating through my black leather cut and making me sweat. Fucking hated weather like this. Too hot to ride my bike and too hot to ride in a cage. The air was still and suffocating and I was glad to get inside the shaded, air-conditioned coffee shop.
I looked around, spotting Nancy with her girlfriend and the little fucker she’d been with at the Laughing Moose when I’d first met her. I couldn’t work out their relationship yet. He looked at her with lovesick puppy eyes, touching her at every opportunity he could and ignoring the glares her girlfriend gave him, yet she continually brushed him off, so his advances clearly weren’t wanted. Yet if what Skull had just said was true, she hated men, and it made no sense to keep this little shit hanging around her.
I chuckled darkly as I headed to the counter to order myself a black coffee. Some might say my advances toward her weren’t wanted, but they didn’t know what they were talking about because they didn’t fuckin’ feel the vibes between us. It was intense. Like nothing I’d ever felt before with a woman. And I knew she felt it too. She could say what she wanted to me—tell me no and tell my she loved pussy all she wanted—but there was no denying the breathless look she got when I touched her or the way her eyes dilated when I got too close.
Yeah, she could say what she wanted but her body was speaking a whole different language from what her mouth was talking.
I grabbed my mug of coffee and headed toward her table, grabbing a chair from the table in front of theirs and dragging it noisily so I could sit with them. The conversation immediately died and both her girlfriend and the pussy that wanted into her pants turned to stare daggers at me.
Nancy, however, was a whole different picture.
She chewed at the side of her cheek to contain her smile, but it was there even if it was laced with her feisty attitude.
“So, what are we talking about?” I asked with a cocky smirk, happy to see I was getting under everyone’s skin. Hopefully the other two would fuck off and leave Nancy and me alone.
“I’m sorry, but can you leave?” the girlfriend snapped, her hard stare on me like she was trying to use some magical voodoo shit to take me out. She was hot, no denying that, but she wasn’t buying what I was selling. There was a stark difference between her and Nancy and I wasn’t about to waste my time on her. Plus, Nancy had everything that I wanted right then.
I drummed my fingers on the table and Nancy’s gaze fell to my hands—more importantly to the tattoos that ran across my knuckles. I clenched my hands into fists and grinned, loving it when she blushed and looked away.
“Yeah, you’re not wanted here!” the wannabe boyfriend said, making me almost laugh. Fucker sounded like he was in high school.
I kept my gaze glued to Nancy. To the way she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear and the way her chest rose and fell, a slight pink rising across it because of my proximity.
“You sure about that?” I asked, lifting my mug and taking a sip of the hot coffee. “I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ wanted over here.” I rumbled out a chuckle as Nancy squirmed in her seat.
“Nancy,” the girlfriend snapped, turning to stare at her, her gaze flashing angrily. “You need to tell him to leave.”
Nancy looked away from me. “Yes, of course,” she said clearing her throat. But she didn’t say anything else. She looked up at me and shook her head imperceptibly.
“Well?” I asked, sucking my bottom lip into my mouth, and I watched Nancy’s gaze follow the movement. “Should I leave? I mean, you’ve already ducked out of work to get away from me—where else you gonna hide?”
“Nancy,” the wannabe boyfriend said, glaring between Nancy and me. “Do you want me to make him leave for you?”
“Yeah, Nancy, tell me to fuck off,” I chuckled, mimicking his childish words as I cracked my knuckles. “We don’t want this dumb fucker here ending up in urgent care now, do we?”
She glanced nervously to him. “Tyler, back off,” she said with little force.
He scowled and pushed his cup away, the coffee spilling over the top of it and splashing across the table. “Really? You’re going to take his side?”
She tried to turn away from him and he grabbed her arm, and I cracked my head from side to side, my smile dropping. Tyler glanced over at me, seeing the look of fury on my face, and he let her go.
“There’s no side to take, Tyler,” she bit out, sounding like the little firecracker I’d seen in the bar the other night. “You really think you can take that on?” She pointed to me, gesturing up and down my body. “I’m trying to stop you from getting yourself killed!”
Tyler scowled even more, his mouth puckering as he tried to contain his words. Made his mouth look like an asshole when he did, and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. He snapped his head toward me and I laughed even louder. He really was a little pissant, and he was going to get himself shot in the fuckin’ face if he kept on looking at me like that.
“What the fuck are you laughing at?” he bit out, his puckered mouth going even tighter.
I clutched my sides and laughed again. “You. Your mouth looks like an asshole when you’re angry.” I let my laughter die off as Tyler’s cheeks flushed red and he dropped the butthole look. “And she’s right, I’ll kill you if you look at me like that again. Now get the fuck out of here while you can.”
I’d stopped laughing now, every bit of deadly intention written across my face. He pushed away from the table and then leaned over Nancy in a way that neither I nor her girlfriend liked. At least we agreed on one thing: this loser was going to meet a very sticky end if he didn’t back the fuck off.
“I’ll see you later, Nancy,” he said, and kissed her on the cheek, an action which made both me and Nancy’s girlfriend scowl. And then he left, throwing me a bitter look as he walked out of the coffee shop.
One down, one more to go.
“That guy needs to get laid more,” I said as awkward silence fell over the table.
“Agreed,” her girlfriend said, and Nancy looked over at her. “Well, he does. I hate the way he hangs around us all the time. And he’s creepy as hell the way he stares at you.”
“Tammy, don’t do that. You know how it is with Tyler.” Nancy rolled her eyes and shook her head. “We’re old school friends, that’s all. He knows that.”
“Not sure he does,” I said, drawing her attention back to me, “but whatever. So that tattoo, you gonna let me do it?” I asked, interrupting them.
Nancy jerked her head to me. “What?”
“The lotus and the skull. I wanna ink your skin. I’m good. Better than Skull. You won’t regret it. And once I’ve branded you, you won’t want anyone else to touch you ever again.” I smirked, and Nancy let out an almost imperceptible needy breath, and fuck me, I loved that sound coming from her. Wanted to hear more of it. My cock twitched to life in agreement.
“She’s fine,” Tammy said, speaking for Nancy. “Any tattoo she wants, Skull can do for her. Or she can do it herself.”
I moved my gaze slowly from Nancy to Tammy. “I know she’s fine, bitch. I’m looking right at her.” Didn’t like this cunt one bit. There was no smooth talking my way into those panties, and there was no way to really scare her without scaring Nancy either.
“Don’t speak to me like that!” Tammy gritted out.
I ignored Tammy and focused on Nancy. “You tattoo?” I asked, though I already knew she did.
She gave me a confident smile and nodded. “I do. What?” She rolled her eyes. “You never met a female tattoo artist before?” And there she was again, sassing and back-talking like I wasn’t someone to be feared. Loved that feistiness in her. Made me want to try and fuck it out of her.
“Sure, I’ve met some female tattooists before. None as talented as you.”
She narrowed her gaze at me, ignoring the glare from her girlfriend. “Talented? You literally just asked if I could tattoo and you’ve never even seen my work.”
“If you tattoo half as good as you draw, I think it’s a safe bet that you’re talented,” I drolled, and she blushed and snorted out a “whatever.”
Flattery will get a man motherfucking anywhere.
“I’m serious. That drawing was really good. How about I do you and you do me sometime then?” I winked at her, hoping she’d get my double meaning.
Tammy looked between me and Nancy, looking more and more pissed off by the minute. She couldn’t compete with me when it came to tattoos, and she knew it.
“Can we go?” Tammy asked, turning to Nancy. “We don’t want to keep your friend from whatever criminal thing he was up to before interrupting us.” She emphasized the word criminal and I chuckled. “Come on, let’s go. You still have thirty minutes left of your lunch. Let’s go back to your place.” Tammy looked back at me and smiled.
Bitch was playing dirty.
Good thing dirty was the only way I liked to play.
Tammy placed her hand on Nancy’s thigh, moving it up higher and higher as she leaned in and whispered into her ear. “Let me make your day a little better and forget about this jerk.” Her hand flexed, squeezing Nancy’s thigh, and my chest rumbled, half turned on by watching this show and the other half pissed off that someone else was laying a hand on my woman.
Fuck. There I went again talking like I wanted anything from Nancy but a quick fuck.
Nancy, though, she actually looked annoyed and not turned on. In fact, she looked fuckin’ furious as her gaze shot between me and Tammy. Liked that look as much as any other, though. She suddenly pushed back from the table, picked up her purse that was dangling on the back of her chair, and glowered between us both. I dropped my act, genuinely surprised at her taking such offense. Most women would love two people fighting over her, but not Nancy. This woman was intriguing me more and more every time I met her.
“I don’t know what you two are playing at, but you can go compare dick sizes when I’m not here,” she snapped. And then she turned and walked away from us, sashaying those little hips of hers and mesmerizing both me and Tammy with every swing of that tight little ass.
Well damn…
She slammed the door after her and the barista threw a nervous glance over to our table before busying herself with another customer. Clearly I was bad for business.
I looked back at Tammy and found her staring daggers at me.
“Seems we have a problem,” I said, addressing the obvious dick swinging in the room.
“Oh, there’s no problem,” Tammy replied, standing up. She placed both hands on the table and leaned toward me. Bitch had balls of steel. She’d be perfect for Nancy if she weren’t in my way. “Nancy and I are leaving this shithole town at the end of the week and heading back to our life in the city. You and all of this bullshit…” She waved a hand toward me and I leaned back in my chair like I was bored out of my mind and didn’t give a shit what she had to say, but I did. She had my full attention at the talk of Nancy leaving. “…you’re nothing but a blip on her radar. You think you’re the only man that’s tried to catch her attention? Well you’re not. It’s like men like you can’t get it through your thick skulls that the thing dangling between your legs isn’t what every woman wants.”
I stood up, slamming my hands on the table loud enough to draw attention, but Tammy didn’t back off.
“You don’t scare me,” she said, narrowing her eyes at me.
“I should,” I growled. “I’m very fucking dangerous.”
“Well you don’t. Nancy is with me, so go swing your little peanut dick somewhere else. There’s plenty of women in this town that would spread their legs for you—there’s no reason for you to chase someone so unattainable. Get it through your dumb biker brain that she’s not interested!” Tammy turned and started to walk away, but I stood up and followed her.
She stepped outside and put on a pair of sunglasses, but as she turned to walk away I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, and she sucked in a sharp breath. I saw my own reflection staring back at me and I didn’t like it one bit. I let her go but she stayed put, her chin raised in defiance of me.
“I told you, I’m not scared of you.”
“And I told you, you should be. Let’s get a couple of things clear, Tammy. Firstly, my cock ain’t no peanut, but if you want to tell yourself that so you don’t lust after it, that’s fine by me. Secondly, Nancy isn’t unattainable, she’s just eating pussy for a while. Can’t say I blame her—I like eating pussy too. But unlike you, for her it’s a choice. You and your pussy are just a distraction while she decides what she wants. And you know it too, otherwise you wouldn’t be so worried about me taking her from you.”
She scoffed. “That’s what all men say. You’re so full of arrogant bullshit. Just accept it: you’re not what she wants. You don’t have the right equipment for this job.”
I laughed and shook my head. This bitch just wasn’t getting it at all. “Thirdly…” I leaned in and loved that I made her body shiver with fear as I got too close. Made me an even bigger asshole than I was because my cock tingled at the sight of her fear. “Nancy’s not going anywhere with you. In fact, she’s not going anywhere but into my bed, so I’d stop thinking about leaving if I were you.”
I stepped back and gave her a smile that made most men run for their fucking lives.
Tammy swallowed and shook her head. “She’s with me.”
“Not for long.”
She looked uncertain now, and I bet that behind those glasses her eyes were brimming with tears. I leaned in again, invading her body space and placing one arm on the wall as I ran my nose along her jawline.
“I tell you what I’ll do for you.” I grinned again, a plan coming together on how I could get rid of this bitch once and for all. Wouldn’t be the right thing to do, not at all. But I never said I was a good man who did the right thing. “I’ll share her with you.”
Tammy sucked in a breath. “Are you insane? We’re lesbians! We don’t even like men! Especially not sexist, arrogant men like you!”
I shook my head and laughed. “Now, we both know that ain’t true. Nancy ain’t bought into the whole lifestyle yet, has she? She’s still on the fence, swinging both ways and dipping her toe into both pools. All I’m suggesting is that if you want to keep her, you share her with me. Let her have the best of both worlds.”
For once Tammy was shocked into silence, and I smiled and took a step away before looking back.
“It’s either that or I take her from you. And I think we both know by now that I could.”
I wasn’t completely sure on that, but by the way Tammy gritted her teeth and looked away from me, I was guessing that I’d definitely touched on some truth. Good, I thought darkly.
“I love her,” she said, tears in her eyes.
I should have felt bad about doing this—breaking up their happy little life—but I didn’t. Not even a little bit. I’d never known greed like the greed I felt for Nancy. I wanted her, all of her, and be damned the consequences. If I hurt someone, so fucking what? As long as I got exactly what I wanted, which was my cock buried deep in Nancy’s sweet pussy, that was all that mattered.
“And I’ll share her,” I replied coldly. “Share her or lose her, I’ll let you choose.”
I took Tammy’s shocked silence as my cue to leave. I gave her a wink before turning and sauntering off toward my bike.
Tammy was dumb as a box of rocks if she thought I was actually serious about sharing Nancy with her or anybody.
She was going to be mine.
All mine.
At least until I’d fucked her out of my system.
And I sure as shit wasn’t sharing her with anyone. Man or woman.