Lefty held up his hands. “I can see you don’t need me to keep you company anymore, Joey. It was nice talking to you.” Lefty gave a curt nod and turned on his heel, walking away.
“What the hell was that, Moose? I’m not your piece of property,” Joey said. She slipped out of the circle of his arm.
“So you weren’t the woman rubbing all over my cock in the hallway? Or was I just an able body?”
“Oh fuck you.” She moved to brush by him.
Moose gripped her wrist. “Where are you going?”
“Away from the asshole who just came in while doing a piss-poor impression of a guy I actually liked.”
Moose took a deep breath. “Look I’m sorry. Lefty has a well-deserved reputation of getting chicks in bed and giving a blow-by-blow to anyone who’ll listen. I didn’t want you to get caught up in that.”
“Why not just say that?” she retorted, rolling her eyes.
“’Cause it pissed me off that I had to leave. Then I come back and see him trying to put the moves on you.” He grunted. “It didn’t sit right.”
“I’ll let it got this time. If you ever come at me like I’m a whore again, I’ll hand your balls to you. I don’t give a fuck who you are or how much weight you have on me.” Her words were low and weighty. The narrowing around her eyes and tightness of her mouth told him she meant every word.
If she’d been any other bitch, he would’ve called her on it. Instead, all he felt was respect. “Understood,” he said.
A heartbeat passed.
“Good, now are you going to take me to your room or what?” Joey asked.
His jaw dropped. Was this chick serious?
“Clearly, we have some unresolved sexual tension between us.” She shrugged.
“Shit, Jo-Jo, I never know what to expect from you,” he said.
“It’s a gift.” She winked.
“Say your goodbyes to your friends and meet me in my room in ten minutes. I don’t want to be interrupted again tonight.”
“I’ll make my rounds.”
Moose watched her ass encased in her skinny jeans as she walked away and knew this would be one more reason he would burn in eternal flame someday. He had no business with a woman like this. Still, he wanted her, so he’d take her. Fuck her out of his system, so he could move on.
In his room, he tossed the clothes from the floor into a duffle bag, pitched it into the closet and changed his sheets. He wouldn’t fuck her on the same sheets as the last biker bunny. Careful, you’re treating this too much like a date. The last time he’d had one of those he’d been twenty and fresh from Canada, right after his mother died. A light knock on the door drew him from his depressing past. “Yo,” he said.
The door slowly opened and Joey peered in. Her oval face looked radiant in the light. Her almond-shaped, whiskey-brown eyes threw sparks at him. She slipped inside, closing the door behind her.
He rose from the bed. “Lock it.”
Joey did as he asked.
He walked over and placed an arm on the door above her head, blocking her in with his body. The pulse in her neck jumped and he bent down to nibble on her jaw. “You’re wearing far too many clothes,” he said. He sank his teeth into the flesh of her earlobe.
Her back arched and she pushed into him. Heat rolled off her frame.
“Damn, baby. I can feel your heat through our pants. Are you wet for me, Jo-Jo?”
She moaned and he pulled away, wrapping his hand around her throat. “I want to hear you say it.” He caressed the soft skin of her neck with his thumb. Living silk, her warm cocoa-brown flesh begged him to mark and mar it with his teeth and tongue, place a claim that would linger long after this night became a faded memory.
“I’m dripping wet for you, Moose.”
Her sultry-sounding declaration made his cock twitch. “Jesus, I love the sound of my name on those rosy red lips of yours.”