by Alex Grayson
He nods, but continues to watch me curiously. I want to look away, but I force myself not to.
“But you wanted to,” he remarks finally, hitting the nail on the head.
“Maybe,” I admit reluctantly.
“What are you going to do?”
I sling the shot glass across the table, hitting one of the other ones, irritated that we’re even having this conversation. I was perfectly fine in my life, until Blue came along. He had to screw everything up. And what’s worse is, I don’t even really know him. He has no business being stuck in my head like he is.
I slide from my seat and turn to face Nathan.
“I don’t know.” I tell him the truth. I have not one fucking clue what I’m going to do. “What I do know is, I’m going to the bathroom. I’ll be back.”
I wince in pain as a particularly painful cramp grips my stomach. I need to find someone soon. I can’t expect Nathan to take care of me again tonight. I need to get over my infatuation and move past the blue-eyed Adonis.
Before I can turn and make my way to the bathroom, Nathan grabs my elbow.
“If you need me, let me know,” he says with meaning.
I nod and gently pull my arm away. He releases me, and I head to the hallway where the bathrooms are. I won’t be asking Nathan for his services tonight. I’m determined to find someone on my own.
I finish my business in the restroom, wash my hands, and splash cold water on my face, trying to calm some of the shakes, before leaving the swanky restroom. Mr. Black doesn’t spare any expense with any of the rooms in Blackie’s, including the bathrooms.
“Hey, sweetheart, how are you tonight?” a voice says off to my right, right before I reach the mouth of the hallway.
I turn to see a tall, well-built man, dressed casually in a white button up shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows, and dark wash jeans. His hair is blond, and cut close to his head. He’s leaning his shoulder against the wall, facing my direction. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was standing there waiting on me to leave the restroom.
I sway my hips as I walk over to him. Maybe I’ve just found my guy for the night after all. He’s nice looking, if not my usual type, but I’m pretty damn desperate at the moment.
“Hey, sugar,” I say seductively. “I’m doing a lot better now that you’ve caught my eye.”
“Oh yeah?” He leans away from the wall, but doesn’t step any closer to me.
“Yeah.” I close the distance between us and don’t waste any time.
I can already feel my body trying to rebel against me, even as the pain gets worse by the minute.
I reach out and grip his hardening cock through his jeans. The look on the guy’s face from my bold move would be comical if it wasn’t for my anxious need to use him to get rid of thoughts of another guy.
I grab the back of his neck and bring his head down, nibbling on his ear and whispering, “Fuck me. Right here, right now.”
Chapter Five
Colt
After being bitched out by my sister for the hundredth time about her love life being none of my business, I hung up and found myself back at the one place I hate being at. Except this time, it isn’t to hunt down my sister, but the woman that’s been haunting my thoughts for the past two days. The hurt expression she carried as she slammed the door in my face hasn’t left me since I walked away. I came really close to showing up at her apartment to apologize the next day, but figured that may come off as creepy. She obviously hates me, if the look she gave me earlier today at the day care center is any indication. However, I also saw the undisguised interest she wasn’t quite able to hide. To say I was surprised when I walked in and saw her sitting, comforting Lizzy, was an understatement. Both surprise and pleasure hit me in the gut. I stood in the doorway for several seconds, watching the pair of them. Abby was as beautiful as I remembered. When she avoided my bringing up the subject of our night together, I was more determined than ever to get her to listen to me.
That’s why I’m here tonight. It’s not that I don’t like a bit of kink with my sex, but I don’t want people watching me while I fuck.
I navigate through the sweaty bodies and head to the bar, deciding I may as well get a beer while I’m here. Bottle in hand, I turn and scan the room. My lip curls in disgust when I spot several couples on the dance floor, damn near humping like animals in heat. How the hell can people be okay with others watching them be intimate? The thought of someone watching me with Abby sends my blood boiling. No other fucker deserves to see her soft flesh but me.
Where in the fuck did that come from? She’s not mine. I have no right to have possessive thoughts of her.
I tip my beer back and take a long pull, looking for the woman consuming my thoughts. My eyes flicker over the room, until they land on someone familiar. The guy Abby spoke with on Saturday night before we left. I hope that means she’s here as well.
I get up from my stool and start my way toward him, wanting to ask if she’s here. Something off to my left catches my eye before I take two steps. Glancing over, I see a headful of beautiful blonde hair, and I know it’s her. She’s at the mouth of the hallway that leads to Lukas’s office. Someone steps in my way, blocking my view of her, so I shove the guy to the side. He stumbles and grumbles something I can’t understand. I ignore him and head toward the hallway, pushing people out of the way when they step in front of me.
My heartbeat picks up when I get there and find her gone. Where the hell did she go? The need to see her has grown since I spotted her. A noise down at the end of the hall has me squinting my eyes, trying to see through the darkness. The lights are dim, so I can’t see much. I hear a man’s deep groan and the pulse in my temple beats rapidly. My body heats up, and my hands clench into fists as I stalk down the dark corridor.
Right before the end, several feet from Lukas’s office door, there’s a small alcove. A ruffling noise has me looking inside. The lighting isn’t much better inside the small space, but it’s still enough for me to see a guy with a girl up against the wall. He has her leg hitched over his hip with his hand underneath her skirt, on her bare ass. His face is buried in her neck, sucking away at the flesh there. My heart speeds up when the girl turns her face my way, and I catch the hint of blonde hair. Abby has her eyes shut tightly, looking as if she’s in pain.
Rage consumes me and my vision goes red as I close the distance between me and the couple in two long strides. Abby whimpers when I grab the back of the guy’s head by his hair, shove him to the side, and smash his face into the wall beside her. Blood immediately gushes from his nose, and it sends satisfaction soaring through me. I spin the guy around and plant my fist in his gut. He grunts, bends at the waist, and sucks in a sharp breath. When I grab the guy’s head with both my hands to land my knee in the bastard’s face, a hand grabs one of my arms to stop me.
“What the hell are you doing?” Abby screeches frantically.
Not letting go of the guy’s head, I turn my furious stare to her. Her eyes are wide with shock as she looks from me to the guy’s face that’s dripping blood onto the floor.
“He was hurting you,” I growl, squeezing the fucker’s head. He whimpers, which makes Abby’s eyes narrow. Her hand on my arm tightens.
“Let him go, Blue,” she demands.
“Colt,” I correct her. I want to hear her say my name.
“What?”
“My name is Colt.”
She rolls her eyes. “Let him go, Colt.”
Hearing my name come from her lips has my body reacting in a way it shouldn’t in a situation like this, even if it was sneered out.
“Fine, but we’re calling the police.” I let him go, and he slumps to the floor on his hands and knees.
“No!” she yells, grabbing the phone I’ve pulled from my pocket.
“Why? This asshole needs to pay for hurting you!”
What the hell is wrong with her? It was plain to see from her face that she didn’t enjoy what this asshole was
doing.
“He wasn’t hurting me,” she says, sending my slightly calming heart into overdrive again. I hope like hell she isn’t saying what I think she is.
The guy on the floor tries to get to his feet, so I kick him in the stomach to keep him down. He’s not going anywhere until I find out what’s going on. He falls to his side, one hand over his gushing nose, the other arm wrapped around his middle.
Fucking pussy.
I take a step toward Abby. She backs up a step when she sees the menacing look on my face.
“What do you mean, he wasn’t hurting you? I saw you’re face, Abby.”
Her back hits the wall. I move in closer and cage her in with my arms. Her hands land on my chest to try to ward me off. Just to show her who’s stronger, I push, bending her arms and letting her know her feeble attempts to keep me away are futile.
“He wasn’t hurting me, Blue,” she repeats.
“Colt,” I growl. “So, you’re telling me you were enjoying what he was doing?”
The question comes out as an unforgiving snarl. For a split second, her eyes show a hint of fear, before the look disappears and is replaced with anger. Her nails dig into my pecs in warning.
“And if I was?” she asks with challenge.
I lean down further, until our noses are practically touching. The rage I’m feeling has my body shaking.
My words are soft, but harsh. “You’re telling me you were going to let another man put his dick in your pussy after I had mine in there not even two days ago?”
Her breath hitches, and even through the darkness, I can see her pupils dilate. I can practically smell the desire radiating off her body at the reminder of her full with my cock. Some of my wrath dissolves when she licks her lips, tempting me to close the few centimeters between us, ready to claim her mouth once and for all. That’s one of my regrets from Saturday—not tasting her mouth.
“No,” she whispers, then drops her eyes from mine to look down at my chest.
My fisted hands, that are on the wall by her head, cramp when I clench them tighter. This woman is confusing me. She claims the guy wasn’t hurting her, but the look on her face said differently. She says that she wasn’t going to let him fuck her, but if he wasn’t forcing her, then she had to have been here willingly.
“Which is it, Abby?” I growl, needing to know if I should kick this guy’s ass for hurting her, or kick his ass for daring to touch what is mine.
“Neither.” She shakes her head, swallows, then looks up at me. Her eyes carry the same confusion I’m feeling. “I didn’t want him, but he wasn’t hurting or forcing me, either.”
“Abby, what—”
“Take me back to my place,” she blurts out, interrupting me.
For the first time tonight, I notice the sheen of sweat on her forehead and the paleness of her cheeks. She doesn’t look like she feels well. My ire dies, and concern takes over. Her eyes once again drop from mine when she sees my worry. I bend my knees and force her to look at me when I get in her face.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask.
“Nothing,” she mumbles. “I just want to get out of here.”
I don’t believe her, but when I see the pinch of pain on her face, I decide to force the issue later, once we’re alone.
“My place.” I back away and grab her hand. “It’s closer,” I add when she looks like she wants to object. Luckily, she nods.
The forgotten guy on the floor has managed to sit up and lean against the wall, still holding his nose and stomach. My eyes narrow at him when he looks up and spots us. The bastard shrinks back further against the wall at my look.
Smart man.
“The back door,” Abby murmurs and pulls on my hand, leading me to a back entrance.
After stepping outside into the dark alleyway, Abby stumbles to a stop several feet from the door. I look to see what’s wrong and find her staring at me. The look in her eyes is hard to distinguish. I see pain, uncertainty, and a hint of what looks like desire. The desire is what confuses me. She’s obviously hurting, so how can she be turned on at the same time?
“Blue,” she says softly, her hand tightening in mine.
“What is it?” I ask, stepping into her space.
What’s up with this woman? Something’s off with her, and I need to find out what it is before she drives me crazy.
The hand she was using to hold mine releases its grip and lands on my lower stomach. Her other hand trails a path up my chest and snakes around my neck. I gaze down at her in bewilderment when she steps closer and plasters her front to mine, her tits flattening against my hard chest.
She grips the waistband of my jeans. “I need you,” she whispers harshly.
My dick jerks, and I want nothing more than to sink my hands into her plump ass, lift her up, and sink inside her, but I don’t. I need to get her home and find out what’s wrong with her first.
“Let’s get you back to my place.”
“No,” she whimpers. She raises her hands and digs her nails into my scalp. “I need you, Blue. Please.”
I wrinkle my brow as I watch pain flash across her face again. “Abby, baby, let me get you home so I can take care of you.”
She whimpers again, and squeezes her eyes closed. I’m just about to pick her up and carry her to my truck, when they flash open and anxiety fills their depths. Her movements are frantic as she practically climbs up my body. One leg wraps around my hip, and she grinds her pussy down on the hardness in my jeans that I’ve been trying to settle down for the past ten minutes. What she’s doing isn’t helping the matter. Now isn’t the time or place to fuck.
I grab her hips and try to still her movements. She bites her bottom lip and releases a small moan.
“Stop, Abby.”
A frustrated growl leaves her lips as her hand moves to my ass and grabs a handful, trying to yank me forward. I reach back for her hand and bring it between our bodies. She tries to pull it away, but I stop her with my tight grip.
“Goddamn it, Blue!” she says loudly, standing on her tiptoes and getting in my face. “I need you to fuck me!”
The way she says it doesn’t sound right. I don’t like it. It doesn’t sound like she wants me, but she physically needs me, like her body depends on mine for her to survive.
All I can do is stand there and watch the distraught look on her face as she looks around us, her eyes darting to every nook and cranny, like she’s looking for something. When she tries to pull away from me, my hand tightens on her wrist. Her gaze drops to my hand, then lifts to my face, her eyes squinting with anger.
“Either fuck me or let me go, so I can find someone who will,” she says in a deathly calm voice, bringing my ire back from earlier. That’s the second time she’s threatened to find someone else.
My jaw clenches at the pissed look she’s giving me. I’m trying to be a gentleman here and do the right thing. It’s plain to see she’s not in the right frame of mind to demand I take her, but she’s being persistent and not giving me a choice.
I let go of her wrist, but before she can escape, I snake my arm around her waist and slam her body against mine.
“You mean, like that fuckhead that’s still nursing his broken nose in the hallway? You want that guy after what I saw? Or maybe your friend that’s sitting all by his lonesome in the club? You want one of them?”
Her eyes flash with some emotion I can’t name when I bring up her friend. Could it be guilt? A pounding starts in my head with the thought of her friend seeing her naked, touching what should be mine.
“You want me to fuck you right here? Are you so fucking desperate you’ll let me shove you against the wall in a nasty alleyway and take you where anyone can see. Have your back be eaten up and marked by concrete as I pound my cock inside you?”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, her body starts to shake. Her eyes go hooded and her breathing turns heavy. The hand that’s pressed against my chest balls into a fist, scrunching up the material of my sh
irt.
My words fucking turned her on when I was trying to do the opposite. When she moans and tightens her grip in my hair at the nape of my neck, my mind says fuck it. She wants it, she’s going to get it. From me, and no one else but fucking me.
“Goddamn you,” I whisper roughly.
I lift her body and slam her back against the brick wall, making sure to cradle the back of her head. Her eyes glaze over when I grind my hard cock against her soft center. Her leg goes back around my hip, giving herself and me better access. The skirt she’s wearing rides up her thighs, and my hand goes to her exposed ass. I feel the lace that’s nestled in her ass crack and rip it to the side, before sliding a finger along her soaking pussy. A growl leaves my lips at the blatant need she has for me.
“Give me your mouth,” I demand, and nip her ear.
She shakes her head, leans it back against the wall, and tilts it to the side, saying without words that she wants my lips on her neck. I oblige her and suck a piece of her sweet skin into my mouth, even as disappointment settles in at not getting what I wanted. She’ll give in eventually.
We both moan when I thrust a finger inside her tight sheath. She’s so fucking tight. I add a second finger and wiggle them around. She bucks her hips, as sexy little whimpers leave her mouth.
“More, Blue. Please, I need more.” When she looks at me with pleading eyes, I know there’s no way I can deny her.
I look around the immediate area we’re in and see that no one’s around. It better stay that way, or whoever comes upon us will live to regret it. Releasing her ass, I inch back just enough to free my aching cock. It falls heavy from my jeans as soon as I pull down the zipper. I swear it has a mind of its own, and it wants Abby.
“Hold on, baby,” I tell her gruffly, then grab her ass and hike her up. We both look down in anticipation as I line my cock up with her sweet pussy. I don’t sink in slowly like I probably should. No, I lift my eyes when just the head is inside and watch her face as I slam my hips forward.
My grunt at being wrapped in her snug heat meets her cry of ecstasy. Her head falls back against the wall. I tighten my hands on her ass and press my chest against hers, pushing her further into the brick. I pull out slowly and slam back inside. Her back slides up the wall, the shirt she’s still wearing protecting her soft skin.
