Dirty Girl (5 page)

“Damn, I swear there is always some shit that happens,” Ryan said from behind them.

Naggie
couldn’t move as she kept her gaze on
Booshie
. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen her fair share of bar brawls, but this had been something different. She had actually
felt
like
Booshie
hadn’t been helping her out, but had actually been protecting her in a way that strangers didn’t really do for each other. But she supposed it wasn’t like they were really strangers at all, or maybe it was just this weird feeling inside of her because she wanted him in a bad way. And by “in a bad way” she meant she wanted him to fuck the hell out of her. He turned away from Tank and slowly moved toward her. He was all muscles, corded and hard and tensing right below his golden, hard skin. When he was right in front of her it seemed like the music came blasting back into her, and the voices in the room grew to a normal pitch. The scent of leather, cologne, and even a hint of motor oil from his Harley, filled her nose, and actually had her wet. A look around his wide shoulders showed everyone had gone back to what they had been doing. At least they were smart in that respect. Damn, she had never seen a man wear a pair of jeans, dark t-shirt, or leather biker vest as well as
Booshie
.

“Shit, you’re cut.”

His deep voice had her lifting her gaze back at his face, but his focus was on her hand. She looked down, saw that she did have a small cut on the side of her palm, and reached for a napkin. “Damn, I didn’t even realize.” The cut was small, but with so much blood smeared on her hand it looked worse than it was. “It’s okay, though.” She lifted her gaze back to his face and saw that he was watching her intently.

“You want me to call your boyfriend? He can come get you if you and your friend are too drunk to drive home.” He looked over her shoulder at Bennie.

“Um.”
She waited until he looked back at her. “No more boyfriend.” God, she sounded all breathy and excited at that
prospect,
and how bad was that?

He didn’t say anything for several seconds, and when he did speak his voice was all deep and husky like. “Is that right?” He lowered his gaze to her breasts, and dammit she felt her nipples tighten as if he were actually reaching out and touching her.

“Yeah, that’s right,” she said, but didn’t realize she had actually spoken until the words were already out. She had just broken it off with Rob—that lying, cheating son-of-a-bitch—but regardless, jumping into bed with the man she had been trying not to lust after was wrong on a lot of levels. But,
Naggie
had never been one to live life by the book. She couldn’t because of the crappy upbringing she had endured. But
this
was
Booshie
, a badass motherfucker from The Vicious Bastards MC, and right now she was pretty sure he was eye-fucking the hell out of her.

“Girl, you okay? I feel like I am in some kind of non-physical porno right now,” Bennie whispered into her ear, but
Naggie
was pretty sure
Booshie
had heard. Hell, the corner of his mouth twitched.

She elbowed Bennie in the ribs and smiled when her friend grunted. “I’m good.” She heard Bennie’s phone going off, and then the sound of her friend talking.

“How about I buy you a drink?”
Booshie
asked.

She nodded, because she was already pretty much drunk, but the little altercation had put a cramp on her buzz.
Booshie
moved over to the bar, and she glanced down at his hands, his big, massively sized hands. Didn’t they say big hands meant a big cock? God, she was grasping for straws now, and thinking about totally inappropriate things. He still had one hand curled into a tight fist, and she knew that although he played it off like he was collected once again, she could tell this was a man used to keeping his anger in check.

He ordered them a beer each, and for the next twenty minutes they stayed on a safe topic, with Bennie chiming in every once in a while.

“Listen, I have to get home. My mother is having trouble making the bridal veil for the Brandon wedding, and she needs my help.” Bennie and her mother owned a small, eclectic bridal shop in town. It wasn’t a traditional shop that carried just the white and cream gowns, but ones that were colorful, custom, and original just like Bennie and her mother. “Are you ready to go?” Bennie grabbed her clutch off the bar top and stood from her seat.

Naggie
had driven herself here, but she was far too drunk to even think about doing that now. But she also wasn’t ready to leave, not when she was feeling this weird connection with
Booshie
, but it was the good kind of weird. Tank came up to
Booshie
again, but this time had two blonde co-eds beside him. Their tits were nearly spilling out of their shirts, and their skirts left nothing to the imagination
They
also had some weird sparkling shit that covered their arms, and
Naggie
thought the whole look was ridiculous. She turned toward Bennie when
Booshie
and the other guy started talking. “I think I might actually stay for a bit longer.”

Bennie leaned to the side and looked at
Booshie
, and then looked at her again. “You seriously expect me to leave you here with this big ass biker dude? You’re nearly wasted as it is.”

“I’m buzzed, not sloppy, Bennie. Besides, he isn’t a stranger. He is actually close with
Cadeon’s
girlfriend, family almost, and he’s been coming into the shop for the last few months or so.”

Bennie didn’t respond right away, but the look in her face told
Naggie
that her friend knew that there was something more. Bennie leaned in further and said in a low voice, “You want to sleep with him, don’t you?”

When
Naggie
didn’t respond right away Bennie leaned back and shook her head. “Girl, good luck with that,” She leaned to the side again and looked at
Booshie
again. In a much lower voice she said, “That man looks like he could eat a woman up and still be starved, even your spunky ass,
Naggie
.”

Good, because on a day like today
Naggie
wanted to be used, abused, and fucked unconscious. Bennie started chuckling, as if
Naggie
had said that sentence out loud. It wasn’t like they didn’t look after each other, because they did all the time. Bennie was like a sister to her, but they also didn’t bullshit each other. If
Naggie
wanted Bennie to take her home, or if she thought
Naggie
was not with it enough to know what the hell she was doing, then she’d call her out.

“You sure?”

Naggie
looked over her shoulder, saw
Booshie
looking right at her even though his buddy was still talking to him, and felt her heart pound in her chest. Yeah, she was sure she was ready to put the shitty day behind her in one night of wild, raw sex. And she knew that was exactly what she would get if she gave it up to
Booshie
. When she turned back around it was to see Bennie shaking her head and smiling. “Oh yeah, I am pretty damn sure.”

“Well.” She shrugged, grabbed her purse, and stood. “You sure know how to kick the old out and bring the new in.” She grinned once more and leaned in for a hug. “But I am only a phone call away, and just know that I wouldn’t be leaving you here if I thought you wouldn’t be okay.” She leaned back and stared at
Naggie
in the eye. “But you’re a strong girl, and I trust you, but please
be
careful. You are such a wild child.” Bennie smiled, and
Naggie
returned the gesture.

“I’ll be okay, and hey, maybe he just wants to talk.”

Bennie shook her head and gave
Naggie
a “what the fuck ever” look.
“That man wants you like you are a raw steak and he is iron deficient.”

That had
Naggie
bursting out laughing.
“You and your funky ass analogies.”

Bennie winked, and the look she gave
Booshie
was one a big sister might give to warn off the guys.
Naggie
watched her leave the bar, and when she turned to look at the biker she saw that he was watching her, and that Tank was walking away with the two blondes, most likely about to have a ménage.

“So, just you and I now,” he said and took a long drink of his beer. He set the bottle down and leaned in close. When he grinned it was one of those smiles that surely had panties dropping all over the place.

“Yeah, just you and I.”
Naggie
couldn’t help this undeniable attraction she felt for
Booshie
. They may not “know” each other besides the pleasantries they had shared when they saw each other, but
Naggie
didn’t feel as though they were strangers. They stared at each other for a long while, and the heat and electricity continued to bounce between them. There was a lot of action all around them: the music, the loud voices and laughter, and the general activity that seemed so out of place because she felt like they were in their own little world.
Booshie
brought the beer bottle to his lips
again,
his gaze still trained on her, and took a long swallow. God, just watching his throat work as he swallowed was so damn attractive, and all she could think about was having this unbelievably raunchy sex with
Booshie
. Her pussy was wet, and she knew her nipples were probably visible right through her shirt. And when
Booshie
looked down at her chest, and she saw the way his pupils dilated,
Naggie
knew that if she were to ask him to take her home right now, he would.

“You want to talk about whatever is bothering you?”

Naggie
didn’t want to talk at all, and in fact the only sounds she wanted to hear were of her and
him
grunting and groaning as he pounded what she knew had to big a big ass cock in and out of her. Instantly her cheeks heated at the thoughts of that, and of the images that slammed into her mind.
Booshie
cocked one of his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth lifted. She had to wonder if she had said that out loud. But she wouldn’t have cared even if he had heard her. She had a buzz going on, was single once again, and was so horny that her clit practically throbbed. He looked good, damn good. The dark bandana he wore was like a staple for his fashion, but she knew he wore it because that was just his style, and not because he was trying to appear like a bad ass biker, despite the fact he really was. The leather cut he wore smelled good, and whatever dark and spicy cologne he wore filled her head and made her even more intoxicated.

“I don’t want to talk,
Booshie
, I want you to take me home and help me forget about this worthless piece of shit day that I’ve had.”

For several moments he did nothing but watch her, but then he lifted his beer and finished it off while holding her gaze with his own over the rim. “Your day was that bad that you want to come home with a virtual stranger and have him fuck you until you can’t walk?”

He wasn’t a stranger, but she didn’t mention that. Her pulse raced, adrenaline filling her body, and she licked her lips. She didn’t even hesitate when she said, “Yes, I want that really fucking badly.”

There was this sound that came from him that had a tingle running up the length of his spine. It was like a wild animal stalking the night and looking for his prey. “It’s dangerous to proposition a man at a bar the way you just did.”

“I didn’t proposition anyone.” She leaned in, and the scent of the beer he was drinking came from his warm breath. “What I am saying is that a woman like me needs a man like you to show me what it means to be fucked over in the good kind of way.”

He made that deep, low rumble again, and a fresh gush of cream left her. “You got a fucking mouth on you,
Naggie
.” He lowered his gaze to said body part. “You are one fucking dirty girl, baby.”

Just hearing him say that had her curling her fingers into her palm. “I want to get a lot dirtier with you taking me back to your place.”
Naggie
wasn’t a wallflower and certainly wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality. It wasn’t like she was a blushing virgin, and had pretty much done everything in the sexual department at least once. She loved her body, loved the ink that covered her flesh and expressed her personality. She wanted to be an outgoing and sexual person in a responsible way, too. Maybe jumping into bed with
Booshie
wasn’t the best thing to do on the same day that she had broken it off with Rob, but the truth was over the last few months it was like this massive elephant was in the room when she was with Rob. Maybe on some level she had known her relationship with him was doomed, but damn, a year was the longest she had committed to a person, and it wasn’t like she was getting any younger.

“You only live life once, right?” She shrugged. “Besides, it isn’t like we are strangers, not really at least.” She swallowed, feeling really thirsty all of the sudden.

“You want me to take you home, baby?” His chest rose and fell, and he continued to stare at her mouth.

Naggie
didn’t verbally respond, but nodded and licked her lips again. He groaned low in his throat.

“You’re playing with fire,
Naggie
.”