I’d looked up, expecting to see another group of muscular men walk in, but my eyes fixed on this figure with a jolt. I had taken approximately five-seconds, before I pulled my gaze away from him. A feeling like panting, rising up my chest. This guy, though similar in a lot of ways to the others, looked nothing like the rest of them.
He was tall, probably a foot taller than me and was towering over nearly everyone else in the bar. He stood near the door, with his threatening gaze on me. Blue eyes stormy and dangerous and fixed on my face. I felt like he was angry that I had encroached on his territory. He was definitely pissed off about something.
His hair seemed brown, at least now it did in the dim light of the bar, and he had a short faux hawk cut in the middle of his head, which was scruffy and neat at the same time; a kind of effortless style. A five o’clock shadow darkened his chiseled jaws.
He was muscular, with wide shoulders and a heaving chest without being too buffed up. He was
wearing the same vest that Big D had already told me about. So he belonged to whatever group these guys belonged to, although I had no idea what it was about.
I gripped the glass in my hand tightly, as I tried not to look up at him again. I could feel my cheeks flushing, burning up as I tried to remain calm. No other guy had this effect on me before. I had never thought that I was the kind of girl who could just look at a man and feel this kind of burning, sexual need.
His biceps bulged under his leather jacket and I’d already noticed the tattoos crawling up his neck. My mind immediately went to what he might look like without his clothes on. His cock. The muscles on his thighs. Washboard abs.
I had to shake my head slightly to stop visualizing this guy’s naked body.
Big D was speaking to me again, telling me something about the cash machine. While I tried to pay attention, I couldn’t help but look over towards the door.
He had stepped closer to the counter now, enough for me to notice the curl forming on the sides of his lips. Like he was deciding whether to grin. He was still looking at me and I knew I saw danger in those blue eyes. An instinct in the bottom of my gut was telling me to stay away.
I snapped my head away from him and back at Big D again. No good could possibly come from looking at that man. He was definitely trouble.
But oh so delicious, irresistible trouble. I’d never been with a guy before who could throw me over his shoulder, and this man definitely could. No problem.
He looked like he could swing me around like a rag doll in his arms and I shivered slightly, at the thought of his cock inside me. He’d be rough. He wouldn’t take it slow and right now, I just needed to be fucked. I needed someone to bang the daylights out of me, so that I could forget about Blaine and everything else that had gone so horribly wrong in my life. And this guy seemed like the absolute perfect candidate.
Big D had walked away to attend to some patrons, leaving me alone with the glasses again.
“Sweetheart!” I heard someone call out to me and I looked up at a group of men sitting at a table, clicking their fingers at me.
I pasted a smile on my face, and walked around the counter towards them. I was aware the whole time of the mysterious stranger’s eyes on me. He was watching me work, and yet, he hadn’t approached me. I couldn’t look at him again, without giving myself away. I wondered if he already knew what I wanted.
“You’re new,” one of the men said when I approached the table. I smiled at him and nodded my head, self-conscious of being so closely watched by these group of men who intimidated me. They were older, with graying scrawling beards and sagging tattoos. Hard men who could take their drinks well.
The man reached for my hip and I felt my muscles stiffen.
“Hands off the barkeep, Mickey!” another voice barked and I looked up to see the older man, the authoritative one who had interviewed me and introduced himself as just Elwood. He gave me a casual smile and went back to talking to the people around me.
The man withdrew his hands from me and I maintained the smile on my face.
“What can I get you?” I asked and that was when I heard his voice for the first time.
“Big D will take your orders,” his voice was deep and velvety smooth, seeping straight into my soul and I felt my shoulders stiffen as I turned on my heels to look at him.
He was standing right behind me, smirking now and I felt my mouth run dry.
“Commando,” he said, in that same painfully sexy voice and I felt goosebumps erupt on my arms. I knew I was blushing. I hadn’t expected his voice to be just as hot as he was.
“Pardon me?” I said in a small voice as he stepped up closer to me.
“That’s my name. What’s yours?” he asked and I saw the way his gaze dropped to my breasts, dragged along the length of my bare legs and then he looked back up at my face again.
“Well, they seem to call me sweetheart here,” I said and his smile grew wider, and I noticed how deep the dimples on his cheeks were. That smile was going to melt me into a puddle straight down into my shoes. It was too much for me.
“But my actual name is Ava,” I continued and this time, he stepped even closer to me. Our bodies weren’t in contact, but it felt like he had just reached out and touched me. Like his hands were on my breasts, on my nipples. I could feel a warm wetness spreading between my legs. My body was rebelling against me and my polite manners. Was I gaping wide-mouthed at him? I struggled to maintain composure while he peered into my eyes.
“I apologize on behalf of my friends, Ava. I’ll make sure they call you by name,” he said and something in his eyes told me that he meant every word he said. Like he was going to make sure these men called me by nothing else but my name. It felt like my breath was caught in my throat.
“I…I don’t care. I mean, it doesn’t matter…I don’t mind,” I was fumbling with my words, trying to form one coherent sentence without making a complete fool of myself.