Tyler hunched over his drink, ignoring the rest of the bar. The small, dingy, edge-of-the-town establishment had been the closest and first place he found that served alcohol. Acrid smoke circled the air, like tangled halos above the patrons. Music churned out from hidden stereos, half-obscured by the raucous chatter. The whole bar seemed small, nasty, and unwashed. Then again, Tyler wasn't in the greatest of moods.
The stool beside him shifted and a stranger leaned against the bar. “Hey, I recognize you.”
Tyler glanced up at him, expecting to find a familiar biker face. The man was a complete stranger, though. Tyler hunched further over his drunk and muttered, “I think you're mistaken.”
“No, no, I saw ya earlier today.” The man made a show of thinking about it for breath, before snapping his fingers loudly. “Leaving Miss Munoz's place, yeah?”
Tyler's blood ran cold. Someone had seen him and, quite possibly, Miranda at Francesca Munoz's home. Uncertainty clenched at his stomach. His gaze slid back up to the stranger and the man's grin twitched a little broadly. Tyler carefully trained his face against his scowl.
“I'm right, ain't I?”
He grunted noncommittally in reply.
“Miss Munoz is an amazing woman, isn't she?” He leaned farther against the bar, a dreamy smile on his face. Tyler would have thought the man was lovestruck if it wasn't for the lurid undertone in his words. “Beautiful and talented. But I'm sure you know all about that, eh?”
“I don't know what you're talking about,” grunted Tyler as he fiddled with the bottle in front of him. The condensation kissed at his fingertips, a relieving coldness as irritation heated his thoughts.
“Oh, come on. Everybody here knows what she does.”
“What?” Tyler's gaze flicked to the stranger, his curiosity piqued.
“Got to be careful, though. A lady like Franny has some misguided admirers,” the man laughed and shook his head. His tone almost sounded rueful. “Don't know what's best for 'em. Falling in love with a whore.”
Danger crackled through the air seconds before the knuckles swung into Tyler's vision. He jolted, spilling his beer, and ducked under the bar just before the fist would have made contact. The force of the swing ruffled his hair. Glass shattered over his head and Tyler realized, as he scrabbled out from under the bar, his opponent had slammed his beer bottle against the edge.
Quiet coated the bar as the shards of the bottle clattered to the floor. All eyes turned toward the two, but no one moved to assuage the situation. Even the bartender watched with a bored expression.
The man's face twisted into a malicious grin and his eyes brightened with malign intent. It would have suited a serial killer. For now, he had the buffer of the stool – nailed down to the floor – to keep a pillow of safety between them. Tyler stumbled backward, though anger flared over his thoughts. His hands balled and red tinged the corners of his thoughts. Who did this fool think he was? Was he going to roll over and run away, just like Miranda thought of him?
Without thinking, Tyler snatched at the stool and yanked on it, hard. The screws gave way – perhaps rusted under a thousand bottles of spilled beer – with a loud crackling of wood and snapping of cheap metal. His attacker's eyes widened as he slammed the stool, feet first, into the man. He yowled and stumbled backward, into another chair. He hissed and cursed in pain, dropping his weapon. The broken beer bottle further shattered across the floor, raining down on the attacker's boots. Still, the patrons made no move to stop the fighting.
The man quickly got back to his feet, glaring murderously at him. Tyler cracked his knuckles while his muscles tensed in anticipation. Let this fool charge at him.
Predictably, the man rushed at him with a battle cry on his lips. When he closed in, Tyler's fist slammed out. Knuckles smacked into jaw. The crack of impact echoed down his arm, making his bones sing with delight. Oh, this felt good. When was the last time he had a physical brawl?
The other man flew like an invisible giant had lifted him up and dragged him away. He landed, a few feet away, legs sprawled out from beneath him and arms groping for something, anything, to use as a weapon or a cane.
Tyler stepped over the man, straddling him on the chest. His fingers dug into the front of his shirt, bunching up the fabric against his fingers. A bruise darkened the man's jaw and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Tyler pulled him off the floor, just slightly, and leered into his disoriented gaze. His right arm cocked back, aim sighted right in the middle of his face.
A malicious ache gnawed at his thoughts. He wanted to beat this guy into the floorboards and leave the bar with bloodied knuckles and primal satisfaction. Miranda's face floated through his thoughts, though. The desire for carnage dampened.
Tyler focused on the man's face. Large, wide eyes stared up at him, in a mixture of defiance and fear. He ran a tongue over his canines, before he growled, releasing him, “You're lucky I'm feeling generous, asswipe.”
He climbed off him. Habit had him tugging at his jacket, a faint woe tickling at Tyler's thoughts as he remembered his kutte was in the trunk. He glared down at his fallen aggressor. The man didn't even try to get up with Tyler standing right there.
Something itched at his insides, though. Tyler turned, exiting the bar. The crowd parted as he passed, none wanting to invoke the wrath of a stranger in their familiar bar.
He wanted to get back to the motel room. He wanted to be close to Miranda. After all, if someone had recognized him in a bar, who knew what someone would do to her?
The primal heat still simmered in his guts, though it had transformed away from bloodlust.
* * *
As soon as Tyler left, Miranda realized she couldn't leave. He had the key on him. Unless she wanted to be locked out of their motel room while he did God knew what, she had to stay put. It wasn't any skin off her nose, though. In a fit of frustration, she changed out of her street clothes and into comfortable sweats and a tank top.
She plopped down in front of her laptop and went back to unraveling the twists and knots Pete had created for the sake of security. Maybe Tyler was right. Maybe Francesca would throw the alarm. Maybe it was better to search for other leads.
At the very least, he didn't deserve to have his past thrown in his face. A needle of regret punctured through her thoughts. He had left Legacy for the best. Or so he thought. While the decision hurt her, immensely, that didn't deter from his good intentions. Of course, he could have always consulted her before taking off. Miranda shook her head and focused her gaze on her laptop. Enough of the pity party and worrying. She had work to do.
Almost an hour later, she hadn't turned up anything fresh through the bank records. She started to sift through Pete Delaney's social media, online, hoping to unearth even more clues. An e-mail that led her to another alias. An account on some tucked away site that indicated where else he was laundering money. Absolutely anything at the moment felt like it'd help her.
She even started to pry into Francesca Munoz's records. Few things caught her interest, other than the two or three domains she had bought over the last year. Naughty, x-rated domain names. Miranda filed that fact away for later investigation.
All the while, her brain continuously checked the time, wondering where Tyler was. Any number of faint scenarios taunted her worries. From a drunken accident to Baldie showing up out of the blue, her stomach churned at the very imaginings.
When the door slammed, her attention jerked to Tyler. A tense air writhed around him and his features pinched with seriousness as he stepped into the room. Faintly, Miranda wondered if he was still angry. She climbed out of her chair, trotting over to him. “Tyler. I'm sorry about what I said earli–”
Miranda's sentence finished in a gasp. He backed her up until the back of her knees hit against the bed, then she realized something. His eyes were hot and dark and wild. Adrenaline coursed through his veins and speckled his thoughts with rowdy hormones. Heat bubbled between them, but it wasn't unpleasant.
“We'll talk about it later,” he rumbled, lowly. Miranda could feel his chest vibrate and suppressed a shudder. He caught her by the chin, tilting her had up to meet his searing gaze. His lips hovered over hers, his breath hot, “For now, let's forget it and have some fun. Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Miranda murmured, her whole body screaming for him.
She caught Tyler's brief grin, before he turned her around. His lips dropped to the crook of her neck, landing kisses and nibbles across her skin. He pulled up her tank top, his calloused fingertips kneading into her belly, working their way up. Her nipples tingled under his rough touch as he groped over her breast. His other hand shot southward, pulling her sweatpants down.
Miranda whined under his touch, her body tense and burning. The worries dissolved to the back of her thoughts. For a split second, she marveled at how everything else melted away when Tyler was in her thoughts. The string of coherence snapped as his fingers ghosted across her lower lips.
Against her ass, his cock hardened and strained against his jeans. Tyler pulled away from her neck and licked his lips, inhaling deeply. Despite changing her clothes, she hadn't taken a shower. The scents of the day clung to her skin, barely masking her natural aroma. His hormones played with her pheromones, dizzying his thoughts.
She wiggled back against him, gasping in appreciation at his erection's twitch. He forced her forward with gentle guidance. She obeyed his subtle hints, ending up on all fours on the bed. Air skirted across her bare skin, teasing her nipples even harder and sending goosebumps over her skin.
The hiss of his zipper sent a shiver down Miranda's body. Excitement mounted in Tyler's thoughts, joined by stewing adrenaline. His cock struggled free of his pants and boxers. The head of his dick slapped against her ass cheeks, eliciting an eager groan from her lips.
Excitement pulsed through Miranda's body, dampening her slit in eagerness. His member nuzzled its way against her pussy. Heat and warmth tickled at her lips and her body clenched. Miranda's toes curled, moans and gasps spilling from her lips as his erection rubbed against her. His whole length teased her senses.
The heat, the hardness, the subtle twitches when the head of his cock kissed her slit. She pressed her mouth into the bed, hiking her ass even higher into the air. Her needy mewls were swallowed up by the sheets and blankets beneath her.
Slowly, his cock pressed into her, centimeter by centimeter. His firm, thick rod taunted her senses and rubbed against her nerves. Heat and friction kissed her insides as he pressed a little further at a frustratingly slow pace. Miranda whined and jerked her hips, wanting to be completely filled, wanting his heat and his strength pumping in and out of her without hesitation.
Tyler smirked as he watched her writhe beneath his cock. The slow penetration eased over his member, licking along his flesh. Oh, he wanted to just slam into her, wanted to pound her until both of their sticky, hot conclusions. But Tyler enjoyed seeing Miranda like this. Wiggling and whining and unable to demand anything more, since pleasure tickled every nerve into submission.
He slammed into her, a whining cry leaving her lips, unable to cap his own delight. In and out, in and out, pleasure licked along his cock. He drove hard and fast and farther into her. She squirmed beneath him, her fingers sinking into the bed.
He skirted his pleasure, a hair's breadth from release. His heart pounded, his lungs ached, his fingers arched into her.
Then it was all gone with one gasp. She whimpered, suddenly cold and empty. She wiggled her bottom in the air, gaining his delighted attention. He grinned, but still stepped away from the bed. Miranda's thoughts struggled to adjust to the sudden change-up. She pushed herself into a sitting position, her head tilted to the side as curiosity and disappointment swarmed her thoughts. Was he done already?
From the look in his dark brown eyes, he was nowhere close to finished. Excitement raced through Miranda's thoughts as her eyes landed on his still erect cock. Thick and throbbing while his head begged for one good, swirling lick. Heat boiled in Miranda's core. She slid off the bed, suddenly, and dropped to her knees.
Tyler watched her with a hungry curl to his grin.
Her lips went right to his cock, her tongue swirling around the twitching member. He groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the way her tongue inched over his erection. Miranda didn't dally at all. Right away, she bobbed her head up and down his cock, swallowing down his length before pulling back. A louder groan rumbled from his chest.
That sound, that growl of pleasure that resonated down his body, taunted her nerves. Her core clenched tightly with pleasure. She became sopping wet between her legs and, still, Miranda concentrated on his erection, his member, his twitches and his groans. Every little thing he did, it ricocheted off her thoughts and came back to her tenfold as strong. She screwed her eyes shut and moaned around the cock in her mouth, enjoying how it twitched on her tongue.
Pleasure spiked through his thoughts, taunting what little intact coherence there was. Heat and pleasure slopped through him, pounding down his cock. Muscles tensed, a razor-edge of pleasure kissing down his body.
Tyler's eyes flew open. No, not yet. Not this quick. Forcefully and with the utmost concentration, he coaxed Miranda from his throbbing member. Her eyes opened, piercing him with a lust-glazed expression of annoyance. His lips tilted into a grin. She wanted it as badly as he did.
“Against the wall,” he ordered.
She obeyed, rising to her feet and pressing back against the wall. Still her green eyes burned with desire and lust. He wasn't sure how longer either of them could hold out.
He moved quickly. Pressing his body firmly against hers, he pinned her to the wall. Miranda mewled, pressing her body against his, just before he hauled her up. Her legs instinctively laced around his torso and her arms hugged his neck. His heart pounded against her, echoing down her body to her toes. Everything coiled inside her, waiting for the intrusion.
Tyler didn't leave her waiting. Almost as soon as he positioned her, he dropped her body against his cock. It cleaved into her slit, deep into her pussy. Everything throbbed and pulsed between them, the heat consuming their muscles and their thoughts. He pounded into her, harder and harder, the friction and messy wetness squelching with every thrust. She whimpered and arched her back, rolling her hips despite what little good it did.
He was in complete control.
Or, he would have been, if his hormones didn't take him by the nose.
Heat and pressure built up between them, drowned them, pressed down on them until the only thing that took shape in their heads was pleasure and delight.
Her pussy massaged along his length, harder than he had ever felt before. He couldn't keep his thoughts straight. Stars burst at the corners of his vision. Miranda gasped and started to tremble against him before rougher convulsions snapped along her body. She whined and whimpered and tossed her head back. Heat and pleasure ate up her thoughts and every sensation, leaving behind prickling pleasure.
It wasn't long until Tyler followed suit. His balls tightened and jerked against his body. His cock throbbed and bounced wildly inside her, feeling every corner of her. He let out a satisfactory groan as liquid heat streamed into her, coating her sensitive nerves and teasing her insides. She whimpered, another wave coaxed from the recesses of her nerves as his cock unloaded more and more heat.
She writhed and wriggled against him, breathless and red-faced, unable to form neither a sentence nor a thought. Tyler pumped his cock in and out of her as the last streams evacuated. He gasped, breathing heavily as he pressed Miranda further into the wall.
“Well,” she gasped as her breathing evened itself out, “what had we been talking about?”
A rasp of a laugh left Tyler's throat. Discussions were for later. They had an afterglow to enjoy.