“Maybe. I just wanted a change.”
“Tell me, Sarah, when have you ever done something that you wanted to do?”
“I do what I want every single day.”
“I don’t think you do. I think you do a lot of other things that others want. Why do you work in Dirty Deeds? Why did you move in with Ralf? I believe the only thing you’ve done in your life that you wanted to do was move out of town.” He stroked his thumb across her bottom lip. “What do you want?”
“I don’t know.”
“We’re going to have to rectify that.” Removing his hand, He placed it on her thigh, near to her pussy. “Tell me, Sarah, what do you want?” he asked. He watched her throat work as she gulped, and he imagined his cock in her mouth as she swallowed down his cum. Leaning forward, he placed his hand against her neck, stroking over her pulse, which had started to thrum rapidly.
“Knife?”
“Yeah, Sarah.”
“What is happening?”
“I think you know.” He rubbed his thumb in circles on her thigh.
“Do you want to?” she asked.
“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”
“Is this what you’ve wanted since the beginning? Has it always been about that?” She bit her lip, and he took the lip from between her teeth.
“There’s no reason for you to keep biting that lip.” He stroked his fingers across the back of her cheek. “You’re a beautiful woman, Sarah. Sexy and smart, but you don’t seem to have a clue how much you are. This, for me, hasn’t just been about sex. It has been about so much more.” Removing his hands, he locked his fingers together, and stared at her. “This is about you, not about me.”
“Do you want me?”
Taking hold of her hand, he pressed it against his cock.
“Knife, you can’t do that.” She tried to pull her hand away, but he wouldn’t let her. Sarah looked around the bar. No one was paying them any attention.
“We can do whatever we want, Sarah. We’re both adults here. We’re not hiding from anyone or anything. We’re single. Do you want me to keep going with all the reasons why we can do this?”
She shook her head.
“What are you going to do, Sarah? Are you going to take a chance?”
Sarah kept on looking around the bar, and her cheeks were bright red. Her hand rested on his cock, and he stared into her eyes, as she squeezed him just a little tighter.
“Hey, gang,” Elena said, coming to sit down. “I’ve worked up an appetite.”
Knife held in a chuckle as Sarah pulled her hand away like she’d been burnt. Pipe sat next to his woman. “You’re not going to dance?”
“We’ll dance after food.”
“Are you okay, Sarah? You’re looking a little flushed,” Pipe said.
“I—I’m fine.” She picked up the menu, and he saw her hands were shaking.
“How was Saint with having Bluebell?” Knife asked.
Sarah needed a few minutes to gather her thoughts.
“He seemed fine. I think Bluebell is the only reason he hasn’t killed me yet.”
“That’s not it. My brother would kill you regardless. It’s because you make me happy.” Elena leaned her head against his shoulder. “When do you start back at work?” She looked toward Sarah.