The Bartender (Working Men Series Book 3)

by Ramona Gray

  Rachel. Stop talking. Please.

  “Oh God, sorry.” I gave him an embarrassed look.

  “For what?”

  “I’m babbling.”

  “I don’t mind.” He stepped closer and stroked my hair. “I’ll take my time, sweetheart.”

  “Will you?”

  He nodded. “I’ve waited three years, I can wait a little longer.”

  My jaw dropped as he moved closer. With me on my knees on the bed and him standing, we were the same height. His hard chest pressed against my breasts and I could feel his dick brushing against my lower belly. He gathered my hair in his hands and smoothed it down my back.

  “Three years,” I whispered. “You’ve wanted me for three years?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  He slid one arm around my waist and pulled me up tight against him. “Why? Because you’re beautiful, because you’re sexy, because you were meant for me.”

  “Why did you wait so long? You knew I had a crush on you.”

  He cupped my breast and ran his thumb over my nipple. “Enough questions for now, sweetheart.”

  He kissed me and cupped and kneaded my breasts until hard beats of lust pulsed through my body. I rubbed against him, made soft mewing noises into his mouth, and clutched at his waist as I forgot my nervousness. God, I wanted him so much.

  When his hand slid into my panties, I spread my legs eagerly, ready for the pleasure he would give me. He didn’t disappoint. His rough fingers parted my swollen pussy lips and rubbed against my clit. He dipped his head and sucked on my nipple as I arched my back and begged for more.

  I was already on the edge, and to my relief, he didn’t tease. Instead he rubbed my clit with firm and steady pressure as he sucked and licked my nipples. I writhed against him, my fingers digging into his broad back as he brought me to the edge of my climax and pushed me over with a hard tug of my clit. I moaned and shook against him, the pleasure flooding through my entire body as Ren pushed two fingers deep into my pussy. I squeezed around him and he groaned before kissing me hard again.

  “I need to fuck you,” he whispered against my mouth.

  “Yes,” I said. “Please, Ren. I’ve waited so long.”

  He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and pushed my panties down to my knees. “On your back, sweetheart.”

  I moved to my back and Ren pulled my panties off my legs and dropped them on the floor. He knelt in front of me and pushed on my knees. “Open for me.”

  The pleasure of my orgasm was fading, and my anxiety was returning. What if it really hurt? I wasn’t lying when I told Ren I wasn’t great with pain. It was embarrassing, but I’d always been a total wimp. What if I started crying? Worse, what if I screamed or told him to stop and he didn’t, or he got angry and -”

  “Sweetheart.”

  Ren’s low voice broke through my frantic inner babbling, and I stared at him as he rubbed the outside of my thighs. “Trust me.”

  I studied him for a moment longer before spreading my thighs wide. I did trust Ren, trusted that he would do everything he could to make it good for me.

  He stroked my inner thighs before leaning down and kissing me. His cock rubbed against my pussy, but I didn’t feel any anxiety, just a powerful desire for him. He reached between us and rubbed my pussy before showing me the moisture on his fingers.

  “Look how wet you are for me,” he said in a low voice. “You’re ready for me, sweetheart.”

  “Yes,” I whispered as he propped himself above me on one hand and used the other to guide his cock to my entrance. He pressed the head against me before resting his other hand next to my head.

  I closed my eyes as he pushed the head of his cock into me. He stopped and brushed a kiss against my mouth.

  “Rachel.” His voice was hoarse, on the edge of his control. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.”

  I did what he asked and stared up at him.

  “That’s my good girl. I want you to look at me while I make you mine. Can you do that?”

  “Yes, Ren.” I clutched at his narrow waist and stared into his eyes as he pushed steadily into my body. The cords in his neck stood out and I could see a vein throbbing at his temple, but he kept the same slow pace. To my surprise there was no pain, just an uncomfortable feeling of fullness. Even that seemed to dissipate as he pushed deeper, and my inner walls stretched around his invading cock.

  “Good, sweetheart?” He groaned.

  “Yes,” I whispered, “don’t stop.”

  He made another low groan and pushed until his pelvis was pressing against mine. I was completely impaled on his thick cock and he raised a shaking hand and cupped my face for a moment. “Now you really do belong to me.”

  “I belong to you,” I whispered. I meant it. Every part of me screamed that I was Ren’s and always would be.

  He leaned down and rested his forehead against mine, his warm breath washing over me. “I have to move. Are you okay?”

  “Yes. It feels good.”

  I’d barely gotten the words out before Ren was moving in and out of me with long, deep strokes. I stared up at him and didn’t object when he grasped my leg under the knee and lifted it. He sunk even deeper and I felt a brief flare of pain that quickly disappeared. His strokes were turning faster and harder. I wanted to try and match his rhythm, but it was too erratic and he was beginning to thrust so hard that I was bouncing a little on the bed.

  I watched his face, fascinated by the way his head was beginning to twist and turn, the way he was starting to pant and moan. My body was doing this to him. My body was making him lose control, and I couldn’t stop the smug sense of pleasure I got from it.

  “Fuck,” he muttered. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

  I lifted my head and licked his neck, and he groaned loudly and thrust hard and fast before his entire body stiffened. He threw his head back and cried my name as I felt new wetness flood my pussy. He shook and pushed in and out for another few strokes before collapsing against me. He buried his face in my neck and I hugged him tight. He kissed my skin before rolling off of me. I laid on my back and stared up at the ceiling.

  I was no longer a virgin. I reached between my legs and touched my pussy, felt Ren’s cum dripping out of me as a small smile crossed my face.

  Ren leaned over me. “You okay, sweetheart?”

  I nodded, and he gave me an oddly anxious look. “You sure?”

  “Yes. It didn’t hurt.”

  “Good.” He kissed me and pulled me closer, nuzzling my neck as his hand stroked from my breasts to my pussy. “Tired?”

  “Yeah. I haven’t slept well since Friday night. Are you leaving now?”

  “Do you want me to?”

  “No.”

  “Good.” He cupped my breast and we laid in silence for a while before he said, “Are you asleep yet?”

  I laughed. “No. I’m tired but I’m also a little, I don’t know…”

  He studied me. “Do you regret fucking me?”

  “God, no. It was amazing. Really. Do you – was it okay for you?”

  “Sweetheart, it was better than okay. It was incredible and well worth the wait. Your little pussy is so tight, I barely lasted five minutes.”

  “I didn’t mind,” I said. “Of course, I guess I don’t really have anything to compare it to so…”

  “Well,” he leaned down and sucked at my nipple until it was hard and fresh need was blooming in my belly, “I guess we need to remedy that.”

  His hand slipped between my legs and rubbed at my clit and I moaned and clutched at his arm. “You want me again?”

  “Sweetheart, I never stop wanting you.”

  I studied his face before pressing a kiss against his mouth. “Mads was right. You are sweet. The sweetest man I’ve ever met.”

  He grinned at me. “Let me show you just how sweet I can be, Rachel.”

  “Yes, Ren.”

  * * *

  “Rachel, wake up.”

  I grumbled a
nd tried to pull the covers over my head when Ren shook my shoulder. “Go away.”

  He laughed. “Not a morning person. Good to know. Get up, sweetheart.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it’s eight-thirty and you’re going to be late for work.”

  I yawned and stretched before cuddling up against Ren. “I don’t work until noon today.”

  “Shit. I woke you up for nothing.”

  “That’s okay. I can think of something to do until I have to go to work.” I reached under the covers and stroked Ren’s dick. He hardened immediately, and I pouted at him when he pulled my hand away.

  “What’s wrong? Do you have to go to work?”

  He shook his head. “No, not until later this afternoon.”

  “Then we have plenty of time for sex.” I didn’t understand his hesitancy. We’d had sex three times last night and from what I’d heard from Madison, guys loved morning sex.

  “No, sweetheart.”

  My heart dropped into my stomach. Shit, was he tired of me already?

  He must have seen the sick look on my face because he cupped my face and pressed a kiss against my mouth. “Only because you’re too sore. Not because I don’t want you.”

  “I’m not sore,” I protested as Ren climbed out of the bed and walked naked toward my master bathroom. “Ren, I’m not sore.”

  “You will be as soon as you start moving around,” he said. “I’m going to run you a bath. Stay in bed.”

  I relaxed in bed, both a little miffed that he wouldn’t fuck me again and happy that he was being so sweet to me. He returned in less than fifteen minutes and pulled the covers back. “C’mon, sweetheart. Climb into the bath while I make us some breakfast.”

  I slid out of bed and started toward the bathroom. I winced and stumbled, and Ren slipped his arm around my waist. Shit. He was right. I was sore. At least my thigh muscles were anyway. My pussy felt a little sore, but it was my legs that were yelling in outrage. God, I needed to work out more.

  “You okay?”

  “Fine,” I said grumpily. “I’m not sore.”

  He laughed. “Then why are you limping?”

  “I have some mild discomfort in my thighs, and I believe I mentioned to you last night that I was a wimp.”

  He laughed again, and I grinned at him when he kissed the tip of my nose. “I added some Epsom salts to your bath. Climb in, little wimp, and soak away your aches and pains.”

  * * *

  “Are you sure you got enough to eat?”

  I grinned at Ren before opening the dishwasher and sticking my empty bowl into it. “Plenty. The oatmeal, pancakes, fruit and toast are about ten times the amount I normally eat for breakfast.”

  “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” He cleared the table, handing me each dish to put in the dishwasher before rinsing the dishcloth and wiping down the table.

  “You made breakfast, I should be doing the clean-up,” I protested.

  “I don’t mind.” He joined me at the counter, rinsing the cloth again and hanging it neatly over the sink.

  He had gotten dressed before breakfast, but I had thrown on my nightgown after my bath. I’d deliberately not worn a bra or panties in the hopes of convincing Ren to fuck me one more time. My thighs were still a little sore, but I didn’t care. Just being around Ren made me horny, and I wanted more of what only he could give me.

  “I should probably get going. You have to be at work in an hour and a half.” Ren was studying me, and I wondered if I was imagining his ask-me-to-stay look.

  I decided there was only one way to find out.

  I stepped closer, relieved when Ren automatically put his arms around my waist, and nuzzled his neck. “I have a better idea. Why don’t you come to the bedroom and I’ll say thank you for running me a bath and making me breakfast.”

  One big hand slid under my nightgown and squeezed my bare ass. “I don’t want to make you late for work.”

  “You won’t.” I licked his throat, enjoying the way his breath hissed out and the feel of his hardening dick against my stomach. “Don’t you want to know how I’ll say thank you?”

  He grinned at me before dipping his head and kissing me. I moaned when his tongue invaded my mouth and sucked at it as he rubbed me against his erection.

  “Does it involve your hot little mouth?” He whispered against my lips.

  “It might.” I licked his bottom lip and then sucked on it. God, Ren was turning me into a sex addict. “If, you know, you want me to, um, please you orally?

  Oh.My.God.

  Ren’s laugh sent both lust and embarrassment through me.

  “Oh shit. That was the least sexiest way to offer a blow job ever, wasn’t it?”

  “Sweetheart, just about everything you say turns me on, but we could maybe work on your dirty talk.”

  “I’m sorry. I’m really bad at this.”

  “You’re not.” He bent his head and kissed a trail down my throat before licking along my collarbone. “You just need practice. Repeat after me.”

  I squeaked when his other hand cupped my breast through my nightgown and his fingers played with my nipple. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I let me head fall back so Ren could kiss my throat again. He was talking, but I couldn’t hear past the rapid pounding of my heartbeat.

  He pinched my nipple and I squealed loudly.

  “Pay attention, sweetheart.”

  “I’m trying. Stop playing with my nipple so I can concentrate.”

  He laughed and tugged on my nipple again. “Focus, sweetheart and repeat after me.” He bent his head and his voice was muffled against my throat. In between soft nips and licks, he said, “I want your cock in my mouth, Ren.”

  I turned bright red but whispered, “I want your cock in my mouth, Ren.”

  “Louder.”

  I cleared my throat and tried again. “I want your cock in my mouth, Ren.”

  He cupped and kneaded my breast until I was moaning and arching my back. He pushed one thigh between my legs and I shamelessly rubbed my bare pussy against him. “Good girl. Try this one – Please let me suck your extra-large cock, Ren.”

  I dissolved into giggles and poked him in the back. “Seriously?”

  He winked at me before kissing me. “Fine. Please let me suck your cock, Ren.”

  “Please let me suck your cock, Ren.”

  “I need you to be louder, sweetheart.” He tried for a disapproving tone but didn’t stop me from humping his thigh. He kissed my neck and exposed upper chest again as he teased my nipple through the soft cotton of my nightgown.

  Fuck. The feel of his hands, the rough fabric of his jeans against my clit had me suddenly, achingly close to an orgasm.

  “Ren,” I gasped. “Ren, I…”

  “Say it, sweetheart.” One big hand pressed against my lower back, holding me still. I whined my disappointment and he nipped my throat. “Say it, and then I’ll let you rub your little pussy on my leg until you cum. That’s what you really want, isn’t it? You want to cum all over my thigh? Mark me with your sweet cream?”

  “Yes,” I moaned. “Yes, I want that.”

  “Then tell me what I want to hear.”

  “Please let me suck your cock, Ren.”

  The relentless pressure of his hand on my back didn’t let up. Feeling delirious with need – I had been so fucking close – I almost shouted it the second time. “Please let me suck your cock, Ren. Please! Please let me -”

  “Rachel!”

  I screamed, my body jerking against Ren’s. He pushed me behind him as he swung around to face the person who had shouted my name. His body stiffened, and he muttered, “fuck” under his breath.

  I peered around him, my jaw dropping open. “Mom? What the fuck are you doing here?”

  Her eyebrows almost disappeared into her hairline. “You watch your filthy mouth, young lady.”

  “I’ve told you a million times that you can’t just walk into my house unannounced.” My emba
rrassment and – I’ll admit it – anger at being interrupted, was making my usual tone with my mother harsh and resentful.

  “Of course I can, I’m your mother. What are you doing with him?” She studied Ren and when her gaze fell on the bulge at his crotch and the wet spot on the thigh of his jeans, her mouth drew down in repulsion. “Tell me you did not let him have his disgusting way with you, Rachel Eugene Banks.”

  Her casual dismissal of my rule and the way she spoke about and looked at Ren, fired my anger into something uncontrollable. Unstoppable.

  “Get out,” I snarled. “Get out of my house right now.”

  Ren’s hand took mine and I gripped it tightly, grateful for his silent support. “Give me your key and leave. Immediately.”

  My mother’s mouth dropped open. “No. Not until you hear what I have to say.”

  “I’m done listening to you. I’m done letting you tell me what to do or what to say or how to act. This is my life and who I sleep with – no, who I fuck is none of your business. I don’t care what you say or how you feel about Ren. I love him and I -”

  “He’s a convict!”

  I stared wide-eyed at my mother. “What?”

  “He’s a convict, Rachel. That’s why I’m here – to warn you. He’s been in prison and I am not allowing my only child to be with someone like him. He’s not good enough for you.”

  Ren dropped my hand and I turned to him. The look of shame on his face made me want to cry, but when I tried to touch him, he twisted away.

  “Ren? Is it true?”

  “Of course it’s true,” my mother snapped.

  I ignored her and took another step toward Ren. He backed away and my heart twisted in my chest. “Ren, say something.’

  “It’s true.” The words fell from his mouth like bricks. “It’s true, Rachel.”

  I stared dumbfoundedly at him and he grabbed his jacket from the chair. He walked toward the door, ignoring my mother when she skittered out of the doorway and into the kitchen and gave him a look of fear.

  “Ren!”