wouldn’t have been able to control the fierce desire that overcame him. The rabid hunger for everything and everything Shayla. She tasted like beer and sweetness, and he plunged his tongue into her mouth to taste more of her.
He felt her tits mashed against his chest, and imagined the way her nipples would be hard and throbbing beneath her shirt and bra. He thought about the slickness between her legs, and the way he yearned to have her beg him to fuck her. He nearly pulled his cock out right then and there, but Luke was willing to wait.
He doubted Shayla would be the kind of girl that would be okay with a quick and furious rut against the wall in the back hallway of a shitty bar.
He nibbled at her lip and pulled back, hovering just above her face. Her lashes brushed against his cheek as she opened her eyes, staring up at him. Watching him. Seeing what he was going to do next.
He released his hands from her hips and took a step back. “I just wanted a taste.”
She looked like a deer in the headlights, but managed a slow nod. If her pussy was aching anywhere near as much as his cock, then he knew it would be hard for her to walk away from him. He was still fighting the urge to ravage her mouth again, then the rest of her.
But there was a time and a place, and this wasn’t it. Soon, though.
“I’m going to…” She pointed to the door with the sign that read “Ladies” on it.
Luke nodded. “I’ll be at the table.”
He turned and walked away, briefly readjusting his cock in his pants before anybody saw that he had a massive erection. God she made him so horny. Her mouth was so hot, and she had been unexpectedly skilled at using it. He couldn’t wait to see what her mouth could do other places.
There were two fresh beers waiting on the table for him when he got back, and he sent a smile in Danika’s direction. She nodded back at him, and he gulped down another couple mouthfuls of beer in one go.
Often at The Bark there was usually at least one guy who he knew wanted to fight him, but it seemed like a neutral crowd tonight. Not that he ever would engage in a fight while there, or even outside. The Bark was neutral territory—a safe zone. The patrons liked things a certain way, and some of those ways were illegal. If they started attracting too much trouble to the place, they’d have to give up some of the creature comforts that they then wouldn’t be able to get at any other bar.
So people kept it quiet.
Which was what made it so amusing on the nights he did see a rival or just an asshole who had beef. Luke wasn’t a guy to be fucked with, but he also wasn’t the type to sit and seethe over his beer about someone who’d pissed him off. He could laugh and chat, even if that guy was sitting two tables down from him. Other people seemed not to have the same ability. He’d been in many nights with his club and seen people trying to look intimidating from across the room.
What the fuck was the point?
Anyway, for all the hard looks he got on occasion, not one of those guys was ever able to beat him in a tussle. It made it even more hilarious to beat them after they’d been giving him the evil eye all night. It seemed to serve them right.
After he’d finished his second beer, Luke peered over toward the bathroom. When would Shayla be coming back? Was she okay? He glanced across at her empty chair, but her blazer was still there. Surely she wouldn’t have left without her blazer?
Luke had never been ditched before. If that’s what was happening. He still didn’t know why, after a kiss like that, she would have left. So he gave it a few more minutes. When she still didn’t show, Luke gestured for Danika to come over.
“Another beer?”
“Uh, no.” Luke lowered his voice, embarrassed for the first time in a very long time. “I’m not sure if something happened to the girl I’m with, or if she’s fucking ditched
He felt her tits mashed against his chest, and imagined the way her nipples would be hard and throbbing beneath her shirt and bra. He thought about the slickness between her legs, and the way he yearned to have her beg him to fuck her. He nearly pulled his cock out right then and there, but Luke was willing to wait.
He doubted Shayla would be the kind of girl that would be okay with a quick and furious rut against the wall in the back hallway of a shitty bar.
He nibbled at her lip and pulled back, hovering just above her face. Her lashes brushed against his cheek as she opened her eyes, staring up at him. Watching him. Seeing what he was going to do next.
He released his hands from her hips and took a step back. “I just wanted a taste.”
She looked like a deer in the headlights, but managed a slow nod. If her pussy was aching anywhere near as much as his cock, then he knew it would be hard for her to walk away from him. He was still fighting the urge to ravage her mouth again, then the rest of her.
But there was a time and a place, and this wasn’t it. Soon, though.
“I’m going to…” She pointed to the door with the sign that read “Ladies” on it.
Luke nodded. “I’ll be at the table.”
He turned and walked away, briefly readjusting his cock in his pants before anybody saw that he had a massive erection. God she made him so horny. Her mouth was so hot, and she had been unexpectedly skilled at using it. He couldn’t wait to see what her mouth could do other places.
There were two fresh beers waiting on the table for him when he got back, and he sent a smile in Danika’s direction. She nodded back at him, and he gulped down another couple mouthfuls of beer in one go.
Often at The Bark there was usually at least one guy who he knew wanted to fight him, but it seemed like a neutral crowd tonight. Not that he ever would engage in a fight while there, or even outside. The Bark was neutral territory—a safe zone. The patrons liked things a certain way, and some of those ways were illegal. If they started attracting too much trouble to the place, they’d have to give up some of the creature comforts that they then wouldn’t be able to get at any other bar.
So people kept it quiet.
Which was what made it so amusing on the nights he did see a rival or just an asshole who had beef. Luke wasn’t a guy to be fucked with, but he also wasn’t the type to sit and seethe over his beer about someone who’d pissed him off. He could laugh and chat, even if that guy was sitting two tables down from him. Other people seemed not to have the same ability. He’d been in many nights with his club and seen people trying to look intimidating from across the room.
What the fuck was the point?
Anyway, for all the hard looks he got on occasion, not one of those guys was ever able to beat him in a tussle. It made it even more hilarious to beat them after they’d been giving him the evil eye all night. It seemed to serve them right.
After he’d finished his second beer, Luke peered over toward the bathroom. When would Shayla be coming back? Was she okay? He glanced across at her empty chair, but her blazer was still there. Surely she wouldn’t have left without her blazer?
Luke had never been ditched before. If that’s what was happening. He still didn’t know why, after a kiss like that, she would have left. So he gave it a few more minutes. When she still didn’t show, Luke gestured for Danika to come over.
“Another beer?”
“Uh, no.” Luke lowered his voice, embarrassed for the first time in a very long time. “I’m not sure if something happened to the girl I’m with, or if she’s fucking ditched
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