DarkestSin (12 page)

“I’ll pass. I’d rather do karaoke and I can’t carry a tune
in a bucket,” Xan said, stepping away and heading to the closest bar. She
needed that drink…like yesterday. At least there were three bars set up in this
place. Roxie followed, and they both ordered their drinks while Xan took in her
surroundings.

This place looked like a cross between some hunting club’s
rejects and a NASCAR shrine. She enjoyed watching the sport from time to time,
but the mixture of dead animals mounted everywhere with posters of race cars
seemed odd. But that wasn’t all. There were lassos and cowboy hats hanging
haphazardly on some of the mounts, really confusing whatever motif the owner of
this place was going for.

“Let’s grab a table.” Roxie walked to the side, over by the
dance floor. “Oh, this is perfect,” she squealed and practically jogged in her
heels the last few steps. Roxie and Anna Sue seemed much more excited about
this little adventure than Xan did.

Maybe it’s because you’d rather be getting your groove on
with your sexy Viking?
Too bad he was too busy boinking that
skank-whore-bitch Mimi. Xan might be just now reacquainting herself with this whole
new sex life thing, but one thing was for certain—she didn’t do sloppy seconds.
If that maddening man wanted to play the field, then she was bowing out of his
game. She’d find another field to play on. If parts of her body protested that
idea, she ignored them.

She bit back a sigh when she sat down, finding her inner
strength with a sip of her liquid courage, hoping her inner bitch would stay
hidden. She didn’t want to hide behind that persona when guys started hitting
on her. She needed to embrace the attention and enjoy this night on the town.
But there was a fine line between inner strength and inner bitch.

Oh Jesus, people where sashaying and kicking their boots in
some kind of ritualistic dance. It was like the Stepford Wives on Wild Turkey.

She downed her drink and waved the waitress over, promptly
ordering another.

“You wanna dance?” Roxie perked up.

“Not yet.” She needed to be on her third drink to even
consider it.

“Okay.” Roxie slumped in her seat and ordered another drink.
They talked about some of the things people were wearing to pass the time and
visited with Anna Sue when she came up for air from the dance floor. When their
third drinks arrived, Roxie leaned in to Xan. “You gonna tell me what that
phone call was about? You were talkin’ about the FBI. I heard you. Don’t deny
it.”

Oh shit, she hadn’t been thinking of an excuse. “Um, well, I
can’t really go into the details, but I’m under their protection. My ex-husband
tried to kill me.”

“What? That’s horrible!”

“Yeah.” But that wasn’t even the half of it.

“So you have some agents watchin’ you now?” She turned
around, scanning the bar. “Do you know who they are?”

“Yes, I have people looking out for me. No, I don’t know who
they are.” She sighed, really regretting telling her this much. Not that she
didn’t trust Roxie, but Xan had been a very private person. Until now. “Look,
Roxie, you can’t tell anybody this.”

She waved her hand dismissively as she took another swig of
her drink. “Don’t even mention that, girl. I may like my town gossip, but I’d
never divulge anything serious.” She waved over the waitress for another drink,
and Xan looked at her glass. When had she finished her third drink? The
tingling sensation in her toes told her she’d better slow down. “You want
another?” Roxie asked when the waitress neared.

“Sure.” Why not? She’d slow down another time.

Well into their fourth drinks, Roxie nudged Xan’s arm. “How
’bout now? Dancing’s really fun,” she crooned with a little slur.

Xan nodded and started to stand, and Roxie giggled, clapping
her hands as she hopped up. They made their way to the dance floor though the
throngs of people. Where’d they all come from?

“Okay. I’ll show you how it goes.”

Oh good Lord. She thought she could just come out here and
groove to the music, but Roxie was going to make her do this tribal mating
dance.

“Step, cross, step, turn, stomp your boots, shake your ass,
turn, and start over.”

They jumped in at the stomp your boots part, but Xan forgot
to shake her ass.

“No, it goes stomp, stomp, stomp, shake, shake, shake,
then
turn.”

God forbid she got this stupid shit wrong. She giggled at
her manic thought—probably fueled by the amount of alcohol she’d consumed—and
renewed her efforts.

They’d repeated the steps about three times when everyone
yelled, “Yeehaw” in unison.

“What the fuck?” She jumped at the sudden shouting. Was that
their mating battle cry?

Roxie guffawed when she jumped. “They say yeehaw at the main
chorus. Don’t worry, you can feel when it comes.”

She could feel it? Was that some kind of country girl premonition?
She ignored her sarcasm and tried to lose herself in the rhythm. Mating dance
or not, she was starting to have fun, even if she noticed a few men gawking at
her.

By the second yeehaw, she jumped in and shouted with the
rest of the crowd, laughing and loving the freedom. She shook her ass and
stomped her feet with the best of them and after the last time she yelled
yeehaw, she was completely gone.

“I love this country shit!” she hollered, throwing her hands
in the air and giving her ass a bigger shake as the song ended.

“Girl, that was fire,” Roxie said, tossing her arm over
Xan’s shoulder. “Let’s get some liquid.”

They walked to the bar and grabbed a couple of other drinks
before going back to their table. Anna Sue joined them while they laughed and
tried sipping at their drinks, rather than downing them like they all wanted
to.

But now, Xan was fighting off dance offers from every single
man around her. It was easier than she thought it’d be, but it only made her a
little sad she wasn’t with Brody, which immediately pissed her off. She
wouldn’t let thoughts of him ruin her fun. Maybe she’d take up the next offer
that came her way.

“You ladies see who walked in?” Anna Sue asked, looking over
her shoulder. Xan looked around, searching the room, then gasped. “Looks like
the three bees of the hive swarmed in for some honey. Bear, Brutus and Blade.”

Well, son of a bitch. Seeing Brody made Xan’s blood boil.
What? That asshole hadn’t gotten enough tail yet? He needed to prowl for more
pussy? If she felt used before, she felt downright sick now. What did she
expect, really? He seemed to follow the advice of his little head. Men fucking
sucked.

She was about to voice that out loud, turning and fuming,
when she caught sight of Roxie’s expression, stopping her cold. She looked
crushed. Very crushed.

Xan inhaled slowly, tamping down her anger and mentally
telling herself to ignore the blond asshole who’d just walked in. Her new
friend seemed to need something. Consoling? Hell, she didn’t know. She hadn’t
had a friend since before she got married. Anna Sue hadn’t noticed. After
announcing the guys’ arrival, she tried waving down a waitress. When that
didn’t work, she said she was going to get another drink and headed to one of
the bars.

“What is it?” Xan asked, reaching over and touching Roxie’s
arm.

She sighed, looking defeated. “It’s nothing.”

“That’s bullshit, Roxie. Something’s wrong. You went from
giggling to moping as soon as those guys walked in.”

Roxie stared at her for a while, indecision evident in her
heavily made-up eyes. Then she nodded slowly. “Okay. You told me about the FBI
stuff, so I’ll tell you what happened. You just can’t repeat it, okay?”

Xan nodded, rubbing her arm in encouragement. “Of course I
won’t.”

“It’s about me and Teddy. You know? Bear. Well, I used to
flirt with him all the time, but hell, I flirt with a lot of guys, so he didn’t
think much of it. Nor did he reciprocate.” She hesitated and glanced over her
shoulder to the guys. Xan refused to follow her gaze for fear of seeing Brody.

“But he wasn’t just one of the guys to you?” she guessed.

“No,” Roxie breathed. “I liked him. A lot. Then one night we
ran into each other up here. He’d been pretty drunk, but he was flirting with
me, asked me to dance, bought me my drinks. It was great.” She shrugged and
looked down. “I followed him to his house afterward, and we screwed like
bunnies.”

Xan’s eyes got wide. “Oh, wow. Okay, so far that doesn’t
sound so bad. What happened after that?”

Roxie took a sip of her drink and then looked at Xan. “After
many rounds, we both passed out. A few hours later, I woke up because he was
hanging all over me, snoring in my ear. I figured I should head home since I
was awake, you know, and he didn’t actually invite me to stay the night.

“The next day, I didn’t hear from him, so I figured he was
so drunk he forgot, but then that night, I got a bouquet of flowers—not
roses—with a note asking why I’d left. I was tickled he acted like he missed
me, so the next day, I went up to the garage. He walked over to me, and I, ugh,
I smiled up at him, waiting for him to take me into his arms, wanting to rub my
hands all over his bald head. But he just stood there, looking at me like he
always did. Like I was some annoying townsperson he didn’t know how to talk to.
He never once brought up our night or the flowers, so I made up some lame-ass
excuse about my check engine light and got the hell outta Dodge. We’ve both
pretended that night never existed ever since.”

“Oh God, Roxie, that’s horrible. I’m so sorry.” What was it
with men? Where they all a bunch of ogres who needed lessons in how to respect
women?

Unable to resist any longer, Xan turned and glared at Bear,
feeling offended for her friend. Only her gaze landed somewhere else.

And boy did Brody looked pissed.

What in God’s name was Xan doing here dressed as if she were
ready to break every heart in this damn place? It took every ounce of willpower
not to stomp over there, yank her up, take her back to his place, and fuck her until
she remembered who she belonged to. If one more motherfucker put his hands on
her, Brody was going to go ape-shit crazy.

He’d missed her when she came to get her car today because
he was helping Mimi with her garbage disposal. He hadn’t wanted to do it, but
the old lady reminded him of a grandma he never had, or didn’t remember having,
anyway. The poor widow had taken him under her wing after her husband had died,
and he allowed it, which didn’t really jibe with his usual loner lifestyle, but
he couldn’t turn the lady down. Knowing Xan was being covered by Gage, he did
the Good Samaritan thing only to find out from his colleague that his ward had
blown out of her house dressed like a vixen with an agenda.

He didn’t believe it. Not until he walked into this bar and
saw her. And see her, he did. Through the heavy crowd, he noticed her right
away.

So did his dick.

He got instantly hard, seeing her milky thighs hanging out
of that fucking short-ass leather skirt. He only had a partial view of her,
seeing only her back and side, and if her shirt was as see-through as what he’d
seen so far, he might just come in his damn jeans. And those boots? Jesus, was
she trying to emasculate him right in front of his buddies? Because he could
very easily fall to his feet in front of her if she’d let him lick those damn
things. He bit back a groan, then caught Blade’s amused expression.

“What?” he barked.

Blade laughed and Bear motioned for the waitress, trying not
to get involved. Smart man. “She’s fuckin’ hot, and you have a hard-on for
her.” It was an expression. Only Blade didn’t know how true it was at the
moment.

“You don’t worry about how hot she is. You got that?” He
shoved his finger in Blade’s chest.

“Chill, bro.” He threw his hands up and leaned away. “It
ain’t me you gotta worry about.” He hated being this obvious about her, but
right now he just couldn’t seem to find a reason to give a shit. Let his
buddies know. Hell, he was about ready to inform every person with a dick in
this room she was taken.

“He’s right, Brutus,” Bear said. “You like her. That’s cool
with us, but maybe you should clarify that with her.”

He thought he did, damn it. But then after that mind-blowing
sex the other day, he’d closed himself off from her. And yesterday he’d gone to
her house and fucked her like a man possessed, but had kept his emotions under
a tight leash. If she was pissed about that, tough shit. He’d have to continue
keeping his feelings under wraps. He wasn’t sure what would happen if he let
them loose. He couldn’t chance it, though. There was still some kind of history
between them, so he had to be careful with her from here on out, but he’d give
her what he could. It would have to be enough for her.

“I’ll make sure she understands how things are gonna be,” he
muttered, taking a long pull of his beer.

Blade looked over at the girls’ table and winced. “Dude, she
must be talkin’ shit because even Roxie won’t look over here. You know it’s bad
when a natural flirt won’t give you the time of day.”

Bear cleared his throat, and Brody noticed how uncomfortable
his friend suddenly looked. There was definitely something going on with Bear
and Roxie. If not, Bear acted as if he wanted there to be. He could ask, but if
Bear wanted to talk about it, he would. Besides, he hated it when he was
questioned about stuff he didn’t want to talk about. He’d spare Bear that
treatment.

“Not that I don’t enjoy hangin’ out with you two nutheads,
But I’m going to find me a lovely lady to spend the evening with, and with any
luck, I might get to buy her breakfast when I’m finished with her,” Blade said
as he got up and headed to the dance floor.

As Brody watched him escape, his eyes traveled back over to
Xan’s table.
Well, I’ll be a son of a bitch.
Some scrawny little jackass
in Wranglers and a Stetson was pulling her up out of her chair, guiding her to
the dance floor.

He shot to his feet, but Bear grabbed his arm. “Hold up
there, hoss. I know that look in your eye, and you can’t snatch up that little
weasel.”

Brody turned slowly. He didn’t want to knock out his friend,
but he was this close to hitting somebody. “Let. Go.”

Bear studied him for a few seconds then sighed, shaking his
head and letting go of Brody’s arm. “All right.”

He stalked to the dance floor, not hearing the people who
tried chatting with him. He was on a mission, and if he didn’t get over there
fast—
Damn it.
He was seeing red. He was going to kill that fucking
little weasel. He’d just grabbed her ass.

His
ass. His. She was his. Yeah, he knew that made
him the biggest hypocrite, but he didn’t care. Not one iota.

He reached them, grabbed the dude’s arm and yanked it off
her body, staring down at him, trying like hell not to break it.

“Brody! What the hell are you doing?” Xan demanded.

The weasel tried removing his arm from Brody’s grasp, and
when he didn’t have any luck, he squared his shoulders and tried to stare down
Brody. He had to give the twerp some credit, seeing that the guy had to look up
several inches to stare at him. Brody narrowed his eyes and lowered his head,
still leaving several inches between them. “Get lost.”

The guy blanched and nodded, and Brody let him go, watching
him stumble as he fled.

“Real fucking nice!” Xan barked, turning on her heel.

He grabbed her waist and slammed her back into his chest. He
felt her gasp at the sudden movement, but he just lowered his head to her ear.
“Care to tell me what you’re doing out here, looking like this, I might add?”
he asked softly, but his anger was barely banked.

“I was trying to have fun,” she sneered.

He growled, clutching her hips tighter as she tried to
wiggle away.
Have fun?
“Wrong answer.” He wrapped one arm around her
abdomen and the other above her breasts, keeping her from going anywhere. “Try
again.”

“Where the hell do you get off?”

“In your pussy or your mouth. Keep this up, and tonight
it’ll be in your ass after I spank it.”

“Ugh! That’s not what I meant, you egotistical asshole.” She
turned her head to the side, looking up at him, staring daggers. “Go find your
other
little playthang. I’m through with you.”

What the hell did that mean? He hadn’t had sex with another
person since her ass twitched into town. Hell, he’d tried going out and getting
laid the night he met her and couldn’t do it.

“Excuse me, ma’am. Is this man bothering you?”

Brody’s head snapped up to see another Wranglers-wearing
punk step over to them. Only this guy was bigger, an actual challenge.

“Fuck off,” Brody snapped.

“Yes,” Xan said at the same time.

The other man stood straighter, crossing his arms. “Let her
go, man.”

Brody narrowed his eyes at the dark-haired giant, not
recognizing him, which wasn’t unusual at this place since people came from all
around. Squeezing her tighter, he lowered his head to whisper in Xan’s ear, but
not taking his eyes off the man standing before them. “You be a good little
girl and tell this man to leave us alone, or I’m going to beat the shit out of
him,” he said loud enough for the guy to hear, then lowered his voice, keeping
his next sentence for Xan’s ears only. “Your ass is mine tonight.”

She huffed, a cute little growl that would’ve had him
chuckling under different circumstances. “Fine,” she gritted out, then stared
at their guest. “I’m fine. Thanks for your concern.”

“You’re sure?” he asked, stepping closer, pissing Brody off.

He let go of Xan and pushed her behind him, keeping a hand
wrapped around her wrist. “Get the fuck out of my face.”

Instantly, Blade and Bear were at his side. “You heard the
man. There’s nothing to be concerned about here,” Bear said a little more
diplomatically.

Fuck diplomacy. That prick was going to leave this second on
his feet or on his back. Brody wasn’t going to tolerate a man coming between
him and his woman. Yeah, it was a primal reaction. So fucking what?

Xan sighed, and he turned to the side, looking at her. “Can
I have a word with you?”

Her request had the intruder nodding in understanding and
stepping away. Once he was gone Blade and Bear retreated as well.

She crossed her arms and glared at him, and damn if that
didn’t make his dick hard all over again. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever
seen dressed like his own personal wet dream. Her anger was icing on that cake.
He preferred women with a little spunk because they were more of a challenge.
But thinking back on his sexual history left him feeling a little cold. Xan was
timid at first, and he’d tried fighting his attraction to her then, making her
a challenge to him even when she wasn’t trying to be. What was it about this
woman that called to him, making thoughts of other women lacking in the worst
way?

“Because I let you fuck me doesn’t give you the right to go
all caveman on me.”

He crossed his arms, hiding a smile because he kind of liked
the caveman reference. “I disagree.”

“Okay, well, after you spent all damn day with another
woman, you lost whatever right you thought you had.”

Oh shit, was that hurt that flashed in her eyes? It was so
quick, he couldn’t be sure. But hell, he didn’t want to be the cause of her
being upset, for any reason. He relaxed his arms, letting them fall to his
sides and took a step toward her. “It’s not what you think,” he said softly.

She laughed bitterly. “Oh, it never is. You know, I lived
with an abusive man who fucked every woman he wanted, treating me like utter
shit in the process. I won’t go through that again.”

Brody could see the walls she was erecting, so he had to do
something fast before she walled herself completely off from him. He stepped
closer and hesitantly stroked her cheek. “Mimi is a sixty-year-old retired
school teacher who lost her husband about five years ago. After I did some work
on her car, she kept returning for me to fix minor things. Then she started
calling me to fix other stuff besides her car. I understood what it felt like
being alone, so I couldn’t tell her no. I guess I don’t really give it much
thought anymore.” He hesitated when he saw her slouch. “I didn’t think about
how you’d misinterpret that.”

She narrowed her eyes and shoved a finger in his chest. “I
didn’t misinterpret a damn thing. Your buddy led me to believe you were fucking
her.”

Brody’s eyes got big. Then his jaw ticked, unable to hide
the irritation building inside him. “Who?”

“That guy Roc.”

Brody was going to kill him. “What did he say?”

“That you were over at Mimi’s.” She frowned and shook her
head. “It wasn’t so much what he said, but how he said it.”

He knew Roc could be an ass, but Brody wasn’t sure what to
make of this. He felt fury boiling inside him and tamped it down. He had damage
control to contend with right now. Roc could be dealt with later.

He
would
be dealt with later.

“Is that why you came out in search of a new man?”

She shook her head, but the flush of her cheeks and her eyes
betrayed her. “Roxie asked me the other day to come out with her, then brought
it up again last night at the game. Since Scott’s staying at a friend’s
tonight, I figured I’d hit the town.”

He stepped up against her, pulling her into his arms and
lowering his head. “You look so fucking hot, it’s making me crazy.” That and
the vanilla-flavored sex scent seeping out of her pores.

Xan lifted her head to say something but then burst out
laughing. “They’re playing a rap song in a country bar?”

Brody half-smiled at her, loving the glow in her eyes now.
“Who said this was a country bar?”

“Um, society? If it walks like a duck and quacks like a
duck…” She lifted one shoulder.

“Oh, well, let me educate you,” he murmured, pulling her
head back to his chest. “This place plays all kinds of music. Every forty-five
minutes there’s fifteen minutes of rock or rap or pop. Most people around here
like all kinds of music.”

She made this sexy little acknowledging sound in the back of
her throat, and his dick throbbed.

She seemed to notice that because she rubbed her belly
against it. He groaned and held her tighter, unable to stop himself from
grinding up against her. God, she felt so good. He couldn’t wait to have her
again. If she wasn’t careful, they wouldn’t make it out of this place without
him sampling her. They’d be finding a nice, dark corner.

Her hands drifted down to his ass and squeezed.

He bent his head, his lips grazing her ear. “You really want
that spanking, don’t you?” he murmured.

Her breath caught right before she moved against him again,
making them sway, obviously liking that idea.

Thankfully, people where too wasted around them to notice
they looked as if they were slow dancing to a rap song because he sure as hell
wasn’t letting go of her right now. He traced his lips down her throat, nipping
the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder.

“Brody,” she gasped.

“Fuck, yeah,” he groaned, grabbing her ass and forcing her
to rub against his aching erection. He was so hard he was about to bust the
zipper of his jeans. Levi’s, not Wranglers. But the feel of her softly rounded
tummy grinding against him only made him crave the heat of her pussy, so he
lifted her a little more, seeking that needed contact. But he was unable to
burrow into the heat of her thighs because of that tight leather skirt. Filled
with frantic frustration, his mouth slammed down on hers, kissing her with
uncontrolled lust. His tongue dueled with hers, and he was about two seconds
away from lifting her skirt right up on this damn dance floor. “Come home with
me tonight,” he said, ripping his mouth from hers. Now. All night. Right now.
All fucking night long. He hadn’t missed it when she said her kid wouldn’t be
home.