by J. M. Walker
“Brett, you better not hurt her,” Kane said, the underlining threat becoming loud and clear.
“I’ll drive her home,” I told him. I was not having this conversation with the guy over the phone and not when Evvie was standing a foot away.
“Give me the phone,” she demanded.
“Don’t worry, Kane.” I winked. “She’s in very good hands.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m worried about,” he grumbled.
Evvie huffed and punched me in the stomach playfully, forcing me to bend over.
I chuckled, holding the spot she hit.
She yanked the phone out of my hand and placed it to her ear. “Pick me up, Kane.” She hung up, threw the cell on the table sitting by the wall and stomped to the door.
Not so fast, little girl. I slapped the door shut just as she got it open.
She jumped but didn’t turn around.
Brushing my nose up the side of her neck, I inhaled. “I enjoy the smell of me on you, lover.”
Her jaw clenched. “Could have fooled me.”
Ah. So, she noticed my mood. Running my hand down her arm, I wished I could spend the day with her. Instead, I pushed her up against the door and dug my fingers into her shoulders. “I’ve never fucked a woman without a condom before.”
She frowned. “So…”
Spinning her around, I placed my hands on either side of her head against the wall and leaned toward her. “The taste of you made me lose control.”
“That’s not my fault.”
I searched her face. No, it wasn’t her fault. It was mine. And I was the asshole who couldn’t tell her that.
“I should go,” she whispered.
“Do you want to go?” The electric current surrounding us was so strong that even though we weren’t touching, the air crackled and buzzed as if we were.
“No.”
A smug smile spread on my face. “What do you want to do?”
She took a breath, letting her gaze roam down the length of my body.
“Evvie?”
“I want last night to happen again,” she said on a quick breath.
I smirked. So do I, lover. So do I.
IT HAD BEEN a week since I spent the night inside Evvie. Every delicious moment from those hours together invaded my mind to the point the only relief I could get was by rubbing one out. She was going to be the death of my dick. But fuck me, she felt good. So damn good. She was my drug of choice and I was addicted.
I had come to learn that she loved dancing. She would move behind the bar, light on her feet, and spin circles around Jake while they made drinks and served the customers. Both of them drew in quite a crowd. While their tips were rolling in, I was making a killing off their little performance.
“You like her,” Kane told me, interrupting my thoughts.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I muttered, leaning against the far wall off in the shadows.
“Right. Okay. I see you watching her.”
I looked up at him that time. “Kane, I consider you a friend and someone I trust.” Which wasn’t normal for me either. “But right now, you’re walking a very thin line.”
He chuckled, clapping me on the shoulder. “See? If you didn’t like her, you wouldn’t care what I have to say.”
I shrugged him off. “I don’t care.” The only thing I cared about was getting back inside her. She had been the tightest, sweetest thing I had ever felt. Add to the fact that she was responsive to my touch, and I was addicted.
“Just don’t hurt her and we’ll be fine and dandy.”
I bit back a sigh, my body vibrating the more I watched her. I ignored Kane’s threat and took a step toward the bar when suddenly, Evvie caught my gaze, smirked, and bent over.
A growl escaped me at the sight before me. Her panties were in plain view, not doing much to cover the curve of her ass. If I could see them, so could others.
My palms twitched. She would pay for that little act. She would pay fucking hard.
Evvie raised an eyebrow, catching me staring, and grinned.
My blood boiled, my dick twitching at her defiance.
She bent over again, pulling something from one of the fridges and I took that as my chance.
Closing the distance between me and the bar, I took in who surrounded her. Men. Of course. Several guys sat at the bar, watching her. Waiting. Probably hoping to see if she would go home with any of them. Well if she was going to go home with someone, it would be me.
Evvie had been teasing me for the past week. She didn’t think I noticed but I did.
Licking my lips, I let my gaze wander down the length of her. The short skirt barely covered her ass, the uniform t-shirt showing cleavage that I couldn’t wait to fuck. But as I neared and heard the guys muttering pickup lines, my jaw clenched, and my fists tightened even more.
She raised an eyebrow.
Cupping the guys necks who eye fucked my girl, I leaned down. “My bartender treating you good?” I asked, not taking my gaze away from Evvie’s.
“Yes, we were asking what time she gets off,” the blond fucker answered.
“Why don’t you guys go enjoy your drinks elsewhere,” I suggested, squeezing the asshole’s neck.
He shoved out of my grip. “I don’t fucking think so. Not when the view is so appealing.”
I leaned down to his ear. “You see this woman? She’s mine and if you so much as even think about coming into my club again, I’ll skin you alive and dance in your entrails.”
He swallowed hard.
“Let’s go, Adam,” his friend said, rising from the stool.
The blond huffed but he averted my gaze, my threat not going unnoticed by him. “Bye, Evvie.”
“Bye,” she bit out, glaring in my direction.
Sitting in front of her, I leaned my elbows on the bar top.
“You just shooed away my next big tip.”
I shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
She scoffed and turned around, roughly putting bottles away.
“You enjoy dancing?”
Her back stiffened. She looked at me over her shoulder before glancing up.
“Hey, Ev.” Tatiana, one of the shooter girls, placed her tray on the counter. “Can I get a beer please?”
Evvie nodded and poured a beer from the tap.
“So.” Tatiana nodded toward me. “You two fuck yet?”
Evvie coughed, her cheeks heating.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” I grinned.
Tatiana licked her lips and made a point of looking me up and down. “Would I ever.”
“Here’s your beer,” Evvie growled and slammed the draft beer on the tray.
I chuckled. Someone was jealous and didn’t that make me hard as a damn rock. “Something wrong, Evvie?”
She huffed. “No.”
Tatiana blew her a kiss before turning to me. She cupped my cheek and leaned down to my ear. “You owe me so fucking huge for this.” She brushed her thumb along my bottom lip.
Evvie’s nostrils flared as she glared daggers at the back of Tatiana’s head.
She kissed my cheek, gave Evvie a little wave, and took the beer to her customer.
I smiled and shook my head, watching her walk away before turning back to Evvie. Tatiana would be more interested in Evvie than she would in me, but the jealousy heating her cheeks only made me grin wider.
She leaned against the counter, crossing her arms under her chest.
I tapped the bar top. “Are you going to make me a drink?”
Her jaw clenched. “Make it yourself.”
I rose from the stool and pulled off my jacket. Rolling up my sleeves, I walked behind the bar. “You don’t think I can handle making my own drink?”
She huffed, placing her hands on her hips. “This is my bar.”
I took a step toward her. “Is it now?”
“Evvie, can I get a drink, babe?” another customer asked her.
She s
pun on her heel and smiled brightly at the man. “Sure thing, hun. The usual?”
The guy nodded.
She turned around and grabbed a bottle of liquor off the back shelf.
My gaze zeroed in on the fucker. He was checking out her ass, his tongue licking along his bottom lip. Just when his hand moved to his lap, I was on him.
“I suggest keeping your hands where I can see them,” I snarled in his ear.
“What’s your problem, asshole?” the guy slurred.
I growled. “You.”
Evvie grabbed my arm, placing a tumbler on the counter in front of the guy. “Enjoy,” she said sweetly.
The man’s gaze landed on her chest and smiled. “Oh, I will.”
A snarl escaped my lips as she pushed me back.
“Stop,” she demanded.
My body tensed. Leaning against the counter I scrubbed a hand down my face. I needed to get it together before I lost it completely. As much as a fucker this bastard was, he was a paying customer. I needed to remember that before I drove my fist through his face. But if his hands went to his lap again, I would have Kane throw him out of the club onto his ass.
“Hey.” Evvie stood in front of me, only inches away. A little more and I could have her pressed up against me.
Her beautiful blue eyes stared up at me. So many questions hid behind them, they took my breath away.
“What the hell is your problem?”
I glanced down at her lips. “I don’t have a problem.”
“Brett.” She punched me in the arm forcing me to meet her gaze. She raised an eyebrow. “You look like you want to gut every guy that talks to me.”
I took a breath. “You looked like you wanted to claw Tatiana’s face off.”
Her mouth opened and closed before she scowled. She turned away from me and continued serving customers.
I leaned against the counter, watching her. She owned the bar. While her and Jake worked well together, when he was off, she made the bar her bitch.
The club slowly emptied at closing time. Customers waved at her as they walked by, most of them regulars. They liked her. She was friendly when needed and set the gropers in place when she had to. But she always did it with a smile on her face. I was impressed.
Stepping up behind her, I brushed the hair off of her nape. “Tatiana wasn’t hitting on me.”
“Sure looked that way.”
“She was trying to make you jealous,” I said, running my thumb back and forth over her pulse point. Her heart sped up the longer I touched her. My cock lengthened, enjoying that I got to her.
Evvie cleared her throat and grabbed a cloth, wiping down the counter.
“Did it work, lover?” I asked, wrapping a hand around her wrist.
“No.”
I chuckled. “You are such a bad liar.”
“You think you’re funny, don’t you?” She glared at me.
Placing my arm around her waist, I pulled her against me and kissed her shoulder.
“Brett?” she whispered.
I smirked. “Yes, lover?”
Her body inched closer to mine. She took a breath and glanced down at my mouth. So many questions behind those beautiful eyes of hers.
I only smiled and lowered my mouth to her ear. “How many days after I fucked you did it take for you to stop feeling me?”
She stiffened.
“I felt you for days. I still feel you.” I kissed her shoulder again. “Riding me. Sucking my cock.” I reached up and brushed my thumb across her bottom lip. “How are you getting home?”
“Kane,” she whispered.
“Not tonight.” I released her and walked away.
Rubbing the scruff on my jaw, I couldn’t help but smirk at the look of shock on her face.
Tonight was going to be fun and I couldn’t wait.
EVVIE WAS RIGHT where I wanted her.
I mingled with a couple of customers but made sure to look her way every so often. I would catch her staring. She would jump, her cheeks would become flushed and she would turn around, going back to whatever it was that she was doing before.
“Brett.”
My head popped up from the older couple I was talking to.
“Sorry to interrupt.” Kane smiled down at them. “We need to talk.”
“Enjoy your meals. Your dessert is on the house due to the intrusion,” I told them before following Kane to my office. “What’s so important that you interrupt my conversation with one of The Red Love’s most frequent customers?”
“Yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry about that. Listen, we need to talk.”
“I’ve been here all week, Kane,” I said, sitting down at my desk. “Why are you talking to me now and not before?”
“Don’t hurt her,” he said instead of answering my question.
“Ah. So, we’re back to this again. Evvie is a grown woman. I didn’t do anything that she never asked for.” And she asked for it. Again. And again. And—
“She’s not like the other women you’ve been with.” He sat his large body in the chair across from me. “You’re going to break her heart.”
“We had one date and she’s been avoiding me ever since.” But he was right, she was definitely not like the other women I had been with. She was better. So much better.
“You’re going to see her again. Aren’t you?”
“That’s up to her my friend but if she mentions it, I won’t turn her down.”
His eyes narrowed, searching my face. “You like her.”
“I do,” I told him, leaning back in my chair. “Why do you care so much? Are you in love with her?”
“What?” He laughed. “God, no. Not at all. I…uh…have someone else in mind.”
“Oh?”
A red hue hit his cheeks. “I like Tatiana. A lot. But it’s been awhile since she’s been with a man so it’s a lot of patience on my part.”
“Tatiana is a good woman and you are a good guy,” I said, my body feeling lighter at giving him a compliment. It was something I needed to do more often.
“Aww, Brett. I knew you loved me.” He waggled his eyebrows.
I shook my head, a grin spreading on my face. “Listen, will you do me a favor and not drive Evvie home? I’ll make sure she gets there safely.”
“Why?”
“Because.” And I left it at that.
“Fine but you owe me and if Evvie finds out that I had anything to do with your—”
“She won’t find out anything.” I rose from the chair and headed to the door, my body vibrating at what I had in store for her.
“She will kick your ass.” Kane followed me out into the hallway. “I hope you know this.”
It was what I wanted.
We headed out to the bar. The club was closed, the staff finishing their cleaning and heading home as well. As soon as Kane left, Evvie and I would be alone.
“Lock up behind you,” I told Kane.
He nodded. “Bye, darlin’,” he called out as he walked by Evvie.
She startled and looked up. “Wait, you’re not driving me home?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“Why not?” She gaped at him.
I quietly closed the distance between us. “Because I’m driving you home,” I purred in her ear.
She jumped.
Kane winked.
“I hate you,” she mumbled.
I chuckled, wrapping my hand around her wrist. Her pulse beat beneath my thumb, sending my blood into overdrive.
“Kane?” she called out.
He smiled. “I’ll see you later, Ev.”
“I’m surprised he left me alone with you,” she murmured.
My body stiffened, tightening my hold on her wrist. “You don’t trust me?” When she didn’t answer, I pulled her against me. “Evvie, do you trust me?”
She swallowed hard. “I trust that you’ll make me feel good.”
I would. I would make sure of it. And I would make her trust me as w
ell.
My lips caressed the soft spot under her ear, my hand gripping her hip.
Evvie’s eyes fluttered closed, her head resting against my shoulder.
“We’re alone, lover,” I purred, pushing my pelvis into the seat of her ass.
She turned in my arms, running her hands down my chest before stepping away from me.
As soon as we were a few feet apart, a cold draft washed over me. This woman was going to be my undoing and bring me to the very knees I refuse to land on.
Evvie went to the counter and lined up a row of shot glasses. Pulling a bottle of tequila from the shelf, she twisted off the cap and poured the liquid into each tiny glass. When she brought one up to her lips, took it back, and didn’t cough after - my dick grew even more. She took two more shots before gripping the edge of the counter.
She wanted to play. Well I was game.
Stepping up behind her, I trailed a finger down her arm. “What are you doing?”
“Getting drunk,” she said, pushing back against me.
“I see that.” I grabbed one of the shot glasses, brought it up to my mouth and gave her a wink before shooting back the liquid. My eyes burned. I coughed, slamming the cup upside down on the counter.
“Can’t handle your liquor, Brett?” she teased, taking another shot.
I smirked. “Careful, lover.”
She grabbed the bottle of golden liquid and turned around to face me. She held it up to her lips and smiled. “Or else what, lover boy? You going to bend me over your knee and spank me?”
I closed the distance between us and pinned her against the counter. A breathless gasp fell from her full lips. “Would you like it if my hands were on your ass, marking that pale skin?”
She tilted her chin, hinting, waiting. “Brett, I am so wet, you could bend me over right now and fuck the shit out of me and I wouldn’t stop you.”
Holy fucking hell. “I enjoy the liquid courage pouring from those delicious lips of yours,” I said, my thumb brushing along her bottom lip.
Leaning down, I licked up the side of her neck.
She shivered, arching against me.
I cupped her ass, grinding into her but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her so damn hard, I felt her for the rest of my life. Forget making her mine, I wanted to be hers. I wanted to be everything she craved. I wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol swimming through my head or what, but I needed her in ways I never knew was possible.
