by K. Webster
“Just wait,” I assure Nat. “You’ll be blown away.”
When the bar owner catches me staring at the girl, he glowers at me. The guy looks like he’s the type who loves to throw punches. Tattoos crawl up his neck, sharply ending at his jawline. His dark brown hair is short on the sides and styled to look messy on top of his head. The scruff on his cheeks looks badass, reminding me of how Ronan keeps his. This guy, though, is the opposite of my brother. All black clothes and a black fucking attitude. I throw a grin his way.
I don’t want your fucking girlfriend, is the look I give him.
I have my own.
Wrapping my arms around Nat, I kiss the top of her head and rock with her as she moves to the music blasting from the speakers. When she rubs her ass against me, it makes me want to take her right here in front of everyone. And my girl would get off on that shit. I’ve learned she’ll let me fuck her in the Blue Box sometimes. She likes knowing people are watching and masturbating to us having sex. My girl is a dirty fucking freak like me. We’re a match made in kinky hell.
“I love when you wear shit like this,” I tell Nat against her ear, sliding a hand up her black dress to where her breasts are. The V-neck dips low and I boldly slide my hand under the material to access her tit. “Your hoodies don’t let me touch your tits in front of everyone.”
She moans, rubbing her ass against me. “Do you think anyone would notice if you lifted my dress and fucked me right here.”
I pinch her nipple and nip at her ear. “Bad girl. Teasing for things that can’t happen. But if you’re a good girl and let me do my job, I’ll fuck you in the bathroom right after this.”
“Men’s or women’s restroom?”
“Men’s.”
“Oooh, that’s hot,” she says. “What if they try to touch?”
“I’ll fucking rip their arms off and beat them with them.”
She laughs as I slide my hand out of her dress. The grumpy bar owner walks onto the small stage over to the microphone.
“Good evening,” the man says. “Tonight, as you all know, is Talent Night. And just like every Friday, my sister is going to kick things off.” Ahhh, sister. Not boyfriend. He waggles his finger at the brunette. “No encores this time. We have drinks to make.”
Her cheeks flame and the crowd chuckles. Several guys up front chant “encore” just to piss the bar owner off. As he stalks off the small stage, he grabs her bicep, speaking lowly to her. She bows her head and nods before breaking from his grip. As soon as she’s in front of the microphone, her body relaxes.
She belongs in front of a crowd.
Not behind a bar beside her asshole brother.
Her brown hair has blue and purple feathers braided into some strands framing her face. Dark, black eyeliner, mascara, and eyeshadow hides her blue eyes from the world. Her plump lips are painted bright red. The whole look isn’t exactly working for her. If she signs with us, I know Ronan won’t like it. He’ll want all the shit off so he can see her eyes. He always says you can reach the soul of a person—which when you’re selling records, it’s exactly what you want—by looking in their eyes. In reality, he just likes the innocent look. Fucking pervert. I don’t give a fuck about her look. It’s her voice I care about.
The music starts playing on the speakers and she begins singing. Her glittery navy-blue painted nails shimmer under the lights. As she belts out the words to a song I’ve never heard before, her breasts bounce and jiggle, threatening to spill from her top.
The slutty ensemble is distracting. Every note that spills past her red lips is beautiful and fucking poetic, yet looking at her cheapens her sound. I critique everything about her. Her stage presence is spot-on. She commands the crowd. Her voice is fucking flawless. It’s her goddamn outfit and look that needs work. But she’s a win. I’m going to sign her to Harose one way or another.
When the song is over, she shoots her gaze over to her brother as if to ask if she can do one more. He shakes his head sharply. Fucking asshole.
“Thank you,” she murmurs to the crowd.
The loudmouths from the front chant “encore” over and over again, but she ignores them, heading back over to the bar. Soon, some toneless woman starts singing.
“Oh my God,” Nat says, turning in my arms. “She’s amazing. Are you going to sign her?”
I kiss her pouty lips. “I want to. Her brother looks like a problem, though. A little too fucking controlling for my taste.”
She beams at me. “You’ll convince them. You always do. You have a great eye for finding talent.”
“Are you buttering me up because you want me to fuck you, baby?” I tease, loving the flare of lust in her green eyes.
“Actually,” she groans. “I was being genuine because I love you and you should know these things. About how wonderful you are.”
I freeze for a moment, digesting her words. I’ve thought it for months, but I’ve never spoken it before. Neither has she.
“You love me?” I growl, searing her with my intense gaze.
Her lashes flutter as she smiles. “I’ve loved you for a long time, Ren.”
“Fucking same, baby,” I mutter, pressing my lips to hers. “I love you too.”
“Now can we fuck in the bathroom?” she purrs, gripping my T-shirt in her fist.
My dick hardens as she starts to drag me away. Someone whistles at us, but we ignore them. I grab her wrist before hauling her out of the busy bar to the men’s room. When we burst inside, two guys are using the urinals. One of the stalls is empty, so we push inside.
“Don’t touch anything,” I bark out. “You’re to hold your dress up and let me do all the work, beautiful.”
“Jesus,” someone grumbles from nearby. “I’m trying to piss.”
She giggles, making my dick throb in my jeans. I pull up her dress and she takes over, holding it at her hips. Sliding my finger along the crack of her ass, I seek out her cunt to see if she’s ready for me. Just like always, my finger slides right inside of her. She’s slick and dripping with arousal. I practically yank my dick out of my jeans and boxers, eager to be inside her. Gripping my dick in one hand while the other snakes around to her throat, I push against her and then slide into her heat. We both moan at the sensation.
The guy in the stall next to us groans. But it sounds sexual. Like hearing two people fuck while he takes a shit is enough to make his dick hard enough to whack off to.
I grip Nat’s throat and press my mouth to her ear as I thrust my hips. “You’re turning that guy on, baby. I think he likes the sexy sounds coming out of your mouth.”
She whimpers. “Ren, oh God! Fuck me hard.”
I bite her ear and laugh. “Dirty girl.”
Soon, the people around us fade as I fuck my woman into oblivion. Her screams grow louder until she’s coming all over my dick that’s buried deep inside her. The fucking stall walls nearly come down around us. I grunt out my own release, loving the moan that escapes her. Sliding out of her, I smile, knowing my cum is going to run down her thighs for the next little while and there’s not a damn thing she can do about it. I’m going to steal her panties too. She can spend the rest of the night rubbing her thighs together so all the other bar patrons will see just how much cum her boyfriend shot up inside of her.
“Ren?” she asks, breaking from my hold to turn and face me. She bends to grab her panties, but I hold out my hand for her to relinquish them. Her eyes roll, but she hands them over before letting her dress fall back into place. I pocket the panties and admire her pretty face that’s flushed pink.
Goddamn, she’s so fucking beautiful right after she comes.
“Yeah, baby?”
“Take me home. There are things I want you to do with me that we can’t do here.”
“Like what?”
“You know what.” Her green eyes smolder at me.
Anal.
She’s going to let me finally put it in her ass.
Grabbing a handful of her ass cheeks over he
r dress, I pull her to me, my still-wet dick smearing across the front of her black dress. “You craving a fat cock in your ass, beautiful?”
“Maybe,” she purrs.
“You’re a temptation I’ll never be able to ignore,” I tell her, kissing her on the lips.
Her mouth curls up into a wicked grin. “Good. You ever ignore this temptation and she’ll tie you up and have her filthy way with you.”
I shrug and laugh. “I don’t know. The situation seems win-win if you ask me.”
“You? Give up control to me? I’d love to see that,” she snorts.
She’s right. As hot as it would be with her naked and commanding me, I’d much rather truss her up and have my way with her.
“Let’s get out of here,” I tell her as I step back to pull up my boxers and jeans. “I have a pretty ass to ruin.”
“What about the girl?” she asks, seeming to suddenly remember why we’re here in the first place.
“She can wait. My girl, however, cannot.”
“You’re right,” she muses. “I don’t like to wait. I’m very impatient.”
“And demanding,” I supply.
“And perfect,” she quips with a huff.
I grin at her. “And fucking perfect.”
The way she looks at me as though I’m every star in her sky, it does something to me. Cements us in a way I never thought possible with a woman. She’s my world too. The sun and the moon.
“Let’s get out of here before I hire someone to marry us in this stall,” I growl, grabbing her wrist.
Her smile is my undoing.
With a wink, I promise her the world.
One day soon she’ll be forever mine.
I’ll blow my brother’s mind when I drag her down to the courthouse and give her my last name. But it’s coming. You don’t catch a beautiful girl by her throat and let her get away.
No, you keep her.
And you count every second you have with her.
One.
Two.
Three.
Breathe.
THE END
UP NEXT!
Daddy Me
A K&K Kinky Reads
Collection
Books by Ker Dukey and K Webster
Pretty Little Dolls Series:
Pretty Stolen Dolls
Pretty Lost Dolls
Pretty New Doll
Pretty Broken Dolls
The V Games Series:
Vlad
Ven
Vas
KKinky Reads Collection:
Share Me
Choke Me
Daddy Me
The Elite Seven Series:
Lust by Ker Dukey
Pride by J.D. Hollyfield
Wrath by Claire C. Riley
Envy by MN Forgy
Gluttony by K Webster
Sloth by Giana Darling
Greed by Ker Dukey and K Webster
Four Fathers Series:
Blackstone by J.D. Hollyfield
Kingston by Dani Rene
Pearson by K Webster
Wheeler by Ker Dukey
Four Sons Series:
Nixon by Ker Dukey
Hayden by J.D. Hollfield
Brock by Dani Rene
Camden by K Webster
Acknowledgements
Thank you to our wonderful husbands. Baby Daddy and Mr. Webster are the real inspirations!
Ker and K would like to thank each other for being so amazing and beautiful and sweet and precious and funny and talented and hard working and…yeah, you get the point. (We love each other 1000%!)
A huge thank you to our reader groups. You all are insanely supportive and we can’t thank you enough.
Thanks so much to Terrie Arasin and Misty Walker! Two of the best PAs everrrr! We love you ladies!
A gigantic thank you to those who always help K out. Elizabeth Clinton, Ella Stewart, Misty Walker, Holly Sparks, Jillian Ruize, Gina Behrends, and Nikki Ash—you ladies are amazing!
Great thanks to Ker’s awesome ladies for helping make this book is as awesome as can be! Couldn’t have done it without you: Ashley Cestra, Rosa Saucedo, PA Allison, Teresa Nicholson.
A big thank you to our author friends who have given us your friendship and your support. You have no idea how much that means to us.
Thank you to all of our blogger friends both big and small that go above and beyond to always share our stuff. You all rock! #AllBlogsMatter
Emily A. Lawrence with Lawrence Editing, thank you SO much for editing this book. You rock!!
Thank you Stacey Blake for being amazing as always when formatting our books and in general. We love you!
A big thanks to our PR gal, Nicole Blanchard. You are fabulous at what you do!
Lastly but certainly not least of all, thank you to all of the wonderful readers out there who are willing to hear our stories and enjoy the characters like we do. It means the world to us!
About Ker Dukey
My books all tend to be darker romance, the edge of your seat, angst-filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles... prepare for the unexpected.
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bedtime stories with my sisters growing up.
My mom would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. Not all love stories are made from light- some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters, I love spending time with my family. I’m a mom and that comes first in my life, but when I do get down time, I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
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About Author K Webster
K Webster is the USA Today bestselling author of over seventy-five romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, dark romance, sci-fi romance, romantic suspense, taboo romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her hilarious and handsome husband and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.
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