“When I get off.” A naughty grin sent the blood in my head rushing south and I groaned a little in response.
Just those simple four little words conjured a heat and burning need deep in my bones. It was a good thing I was standing at the bar because my massive erection would have left little doubt as to the direction of my thoughts. I probably looked as hungry for her as I felt as I leaned in close, brushing back the stray lock of her hair over her shoulder, whispering my next few words.
“I can help you with that.”
A deep feminine laugh next to us caught my attention and I blinked, catching the brunette staring me down with humor. “She’s taken, honey.”
My eyes narrowed. “Yeah, by me.” It was a hell of a thing to say but I wasn’t about to give up.
An arm slid around my angel’s shoulders as the brunette leaned in and pressed a kiss right on her lips. Catcalls and whistles erupted around the bar. No way. As sexy as that might have been to me in the past, I wasn’t about to share. I didn’t hesitate and hopped over t
he bar’s top, landing between them as they separated.
“Hey!” the brunette shouted.
My angel started giggling. “It’s no use, Suraya. He knows we’re not lesbians.”
“Maybe I’m bi.” She lifted her chin and pouted. “Besides, we’re both hot as fuck.”
“While I don’t disagree with that statement, I’m only here for my sweet angel.”
She huffed a little under her breath and turned away. Suited me just fine. I was only here for one reason.
“My name’s Trish,” my angel announced, reaching up and tugging on my beard so I was staring down and into her eyes. “Let’s get that straight. I see who I want. Do what I want. Got it?”
Nice try. “Until this moment, sure,” I replied smoothly, “but now I’m gonna help you out with that.”
“Do you ever listen when other people are talking?” Her gaze roamed the leather of my cut. “President. I should have known.” A look of sudden disgust appeared. “Sorry, Grim, but I’m not interested.”
What the fuck was that? Did she have something against bikers? Her reaction went from playful to closed off in the blink of an eye. I needed to do something and fast.
“Listen, baby,” I growled, “I don’t know what you’re thinkin’ but I’m just gonna stalk this bar until you agree to let me give you a ride home.”
Her hands went straight to those curvy hips and all I could envision were those bare thighs wrapped around my waist as I plunged my cock inside her over and over again. I’d pound that pussy and have her coming so hard she’d forget every argument against us that she had.
“What time are you done?” I asked again, not moving out of her way.
Her arms rose and crossed over her chest, pushing her cleavage up and out of her top. I was tempted to lean down and run my tongue over the mounds just to prove she wanted my touch. There was indecision in her eyes and that wouldn’t do. I needed my angel. Now that I found her, I wasn’t letting her walk away.
My Reaper had latched onto her fast. Intrigued by her innocence and light, he was dead set on claiming her in every way possible. Visions of how he’d fuck her and bring her to the edge of orgasm, delighting in the tight wetness as he plunged in and out of her pussy was almost too much to ignore. My dick was rigid and painfully hard against the zipper of my jeans with no chance of that changing anytime soon.
What I thought was the sun’s rays covering her in a halo all those years ago was actually her pure and innocent aura. One of the brightest and sweetest I’d ever come across. To this day, I’d yet to find one as perfect as the blonde who stood mere inches away.
Holding out my hand, I introduced myself. “Name’s Grim but that’s my road name. You want to know I’m serious?” I asked, backing her up against the counter as I leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “My real name is Dexter Lanford. Dex, for short. You can call out any of them you want when you’re coming. I won’t mind.”
She blushed and I knew she was picturing it in her head. “Get out of here.” I could see her start to crack a smile and saw my way in.
“Give me a chance, beautiful. We’d be great together.”
“Who thinks that? You? Or your dick?”
“Both,” I answered honestly. Why lie?
She accepted my handshake and I held onto her, rubbing small circles into her soft flesh. “Tricia Holloway. Trish to my friends.”
“Well, Trish you and are I gonna be real close. Might as well get used to the idea.”
A serious expression crossed her face. “I know. Knew it then too,” she admitted.