Wild (11 page)

She pulled me down the darkened hallway, the same one I’d gotten off Kat in just last weekend, and pulled me into a darkened corner opposite the restrooms. The light was out and shielded the corner in shadow. The music pumped through the speakers, but most of the patrons had cleared out. Ten o’clock on a Thursday in Rock Island wasn’t exactly a happening place to be, in fact, it was generally just lost souls occupying the barstools this late. The notion that I’d been one of them wasn’t lost on me.

“Fuck me, Wild,” Melisa turned and whispered in my ear. With the dark light and thumping music, I could almost replace the lean form in front of me with softer curves. I felt fuller breasts under my hands, softer lips trailing up the column of my neck and sucking at my ear lobe.

She rubbed a hand down the front of my jeans and found my cock only semi-hard. I wasn’t hard enough to fuck her. Fucking liquor, that’s why I never drank the shit.

“You’re not hard,” she whined. My brain whirled with thoughts that I couldn’t quite catch. The alcohol fucking with my head and my dick had me confused and wanting someone else at the moment, but what I had was this girl, offering herself to me, which I knew would be just as sweet as the next, but for the life of me, I was still only at half mast.

“Suck me off, baby,” I groaned and pushed her shoulders down. She landed on her knees and worked at my zipper. My heart thudded in my chest as I tried desperately to think of a redhead to get my dick hard, and at the same time chase the memory of her from my brain. That was the whole reason that I couldn’t get my dick hard, because I only wanted one girl on her knees for me.

My zipper slid down and small hands pulled my dick from my pants, working the shaft up and down. I groaned and threw my head back against the wall, eyes shut tightly as I finally gave in to the idea of Kat on her knees, sucking me off in public, because she loved it. She loved sex in public and I loved that she loved it, wanted to do it with her anywhere and everywhere I could. Lips wrapped around my cock as I thought of soft pink ones sucking me off, a cloud of strawberry flowing around my thighs, green eyes flicking up to look at me. I fisted my hand in her long tresses and thought of Kat’s mouth wrapped around my dick as Melissa sucked me off in the corner of the dingy bar. I was a fucking prick, but I felt so fucking trapped, imprisoned by thoughts of Kat, that I didn’t know any other way out.

“Christ, baby.” My dick hardened and I pulled her head into my straining cock and fucked her face. She took me to the end, then licked up my length, swirling her tongue at the tip. I heard a door down the hall swing open and then close, but I was so lost in my quest for orgasm that I didn’t care if anyone saw us. My orgasm built in my balls as I picked up rhythm and took control away from her. I was going to have to show her what I needed to get myself off. And truth be told, her pussy was probably dripping wet and loving every minute of it.

“Oh my God,” I heard a gasp and my eyes shot open. I squinted to see through the dim light, the shadows and alcohol clearing to reveal Kat standing in the light spilling out of the restroom. Just enough light splashed across Melissa in the dark corner that it was obvious what was going on. My gut twisted and knotted painfully as I watched the pain flick across Kat’s eyes.

“Babe.” I tapped on Melissa’s head as she continued to work my length as Kat’s fiery green gaze held mine. I couldn’t rip my eyes away and it felt so fucking wrong, but really fucking hot at the same time. Hottest thing ever if I thought Kat would be into it. Maybe she would, she’d been surprised to like playing with Dillon last week. “Babe.” I gave Melisa’s hair a tug, but rather than thinking I was trying to get her attention, she must have thought I was close to coming because she only bobbed and sucked harder. “Sweetheart, give it a rest.” I yanked her head off my cock and tucked myself into my jeans, all the while watching Kat. Her eyes flashed with pain and anger before she turned on her heel.

“Fuck.” I zipped my pants and chased down the hallway after her.

He’d called her “sweetheart” and I was so fucking pissed, I couldn’t see straight.

“Kat!” I heard him call after me. I ignored it as I slammed through the front door and out into the cold Maine air.

“Wait a fucking minute,” he growled and grabbed me at the elbow, slamming me into my car. “Give me a fucking minute.”

I glared at him, unwilling to speak, not sure if I even could. His broad chest heaved with exertion after chasing me, puffs of his warm breath mingling in the space between us. I remembered when we’d huddled together on the deck of the boat, stargazing, and pain tore through my chest that just a few nights later, he was on the verge of fucking some other woman. I shut my eyes tightly as I reminded myself that we weren’t together; we weren’t anything. I’d told him so over and over, so why did it hurt so much to see him with someone else?

“Let go of me.” I yanked my arm away and turned to open the door of my car, but found his big hand there, blocking it. “I have nothing to say to you.”

“Doesn’t seem like it.”

“Well, I guess you’re wrong, then,” I spat and turned to yank on the handle again. His strength overpowered any chance I had of tugging the door open.

“Spit it out, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me that,” I growled and shoved him in the chest. He barely stumbled, his eyes flashing with surprise.

“What? Since when?”

“Since you called
her
that.” I nodded to the door just as the tramp that had been on her knees in front of Lane walked out, a deadly glare in her eyes.

“You’re mad I called her ‘sweetheart’?” His eyes flashed with confusion before settling on amusement, his grin tipping up in one corner.

“Wipe the smirk off your face. Someone’s waiting for you.”

“She’ll be waiting a long time,” he murmured.

“Didn’t look like it to me when she was on her knees.”

Lane heaved a sigh and ran a hand through his hair. “Well, things weren’t going as planned.”

“Really, Lane? Really? Please,” I huffed. “Let me go.” I shoved at his broad chest again.

“Seriously, Sugar. It wasn’t like it normally was.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Fuck, love that dirty mouth.” He pressed a thumb to my lips and brushed across the seam.

“Don’t touch me with those hands.”

“Fuck, sorry.” He pulled his hand away and averted his eyes. His fist clenched and unclenched at his side. Bile rose in my throat that he’d had his hands on her just minutes before he’d touched me. I wiped at my lips and wondered if I could get a disease by way of her to him to my lips.

“Come have a drink with me.”

“No.” I turned and yanked on the handle again. “Let me in my car, Lane,” I growled and yanked harder.

“No. We need to talk.”

“We don’t
need
to do anything. Let me in my fucking car,” I screamed before it registered that I probably looked like a raving lunatic. I made a mental note never to stop off for a drink on a Thursday in this town, at this bar, ever again. Or at least to avoid darkened hallways, no matter how much I had to pee.

“One drink. Let me explain.”

“Your stalker going to be hovering the whole time?” I nodded at the girl, who had her arms crossed, standing a few yards away.

“See you later, Melissa.”

“Wild . . .” Her whine drifted in the space between them.

“Later, babe.”

I rolled my eyes before he turned back to me, finally letting the hand holding my door closed drop to his side. “One drink?”

“One. But we don’t talk about what was going on in that hallway.”

“But—”

“Promise me, Lane, or I’m leaving right now. I don’t want to talk about it. It’s not my business where you stick your dick.”

“Sugar—”

“And don’t call me Sugar, or sweetheart, or any of your other bullshit endearments.”

“Kat—”

“Promise.” I crossed my arms and waited.

“Promise,” he murmured, his eyes flashing down my face and landing on my lips.

“You’re disgusting.” I didn’t know what he was thinking, and I didn’t want to. I just knew I didn’t want him looking at me the same way he’d looked at her. I walked back toward the bar, Lane hot on my heels.

Lane undoubtedly took advantage of my one-drink rule and ordered me the strongest drink available. I sipped it slowly as we tried to talk about the things we always talked about. He talked about work, I talked about the library and the house, we even tried current events, but the awkward cloud hung around us.

I tried to convince myself how much better it was that this had happened. Cutting us off now before we were in too deep and before I’d put him in any danger.

As the drink lit up my system, my body began to flush and overheat. I pulled my hair off my neck and shrugged my jacket off my shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful, Kat.” He dusted a thumb along the exposed skin at my nape.

“Don’t say that. Don’t do that and don’t say that.”

“Say what? What I mean? What I’m thinking? I won’t ever bite my tongue around you, Sugar.” The soft tone of his voice left me speechless. I had no words for what I was thinking or feeling. I was angry, disgusted, possessive, wanted to wipe the scent of her off him. Claim him as mine, show him I was better than she was, but then I was also kicking myself for thinking those things.

“Come here, Sugar,” he murmured and pulled me off my barstool and into his lap. “I have to tell you something.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” I turned my head, hair shielding his eyes from mine.

“Packing up, Wild,” the bartender called down to us. My cheeks heated further at the memory of what we’d done in the hallway just a few nights ago.

“I’ll close up tonight, Dillon. I just need a minute to talk to my girl. Not more than a few minutes.”

“Okay.” She shrugged and pulled a set of keys from her back pocket and slid them across the counter.

I cocked one eyebrow at him in surprise.

“She knows I’m good to lock the place up,” he answered my unspoken question. It also wasn’t lost on me that he’d called me his girl. Or that my tummy had done a delicious flip when he did.

Dillon turned the lights off throughout the bar, leaving just a backlit light behind the rows of bottles highlighting the alcohol and a mirror.

“‘Night. Don’t stay long, Wild.” She cocked an eyebrow and he nodded before she locked the front door and left. I sucked in deep breaths as Lane held me in his lap, my legs straddling his on the barstool.

“Sorry, Sugar,” he murmured as his hand stroked my hair.

“I don’t want words.” I pressed my lips to his and tasted him, sucked his bottom lip into my mouth and caressed him with my tongue. He tasted of alcohol and Lane, a heady concoction. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his dark hair.

My insides boiled with anger at the position I’d just caught him in, but I was also inexpiably turned on. He’d opened something up inside me, first playing with Dillon in the hallway a few weeks ago, and now finding some other girl pleasuring him. I wanted to be on my knees, his thick cock in my mouth, but there was some piece buried down deep inside of me that liked the idea of another girl bringing him pleasure while I sucked him off.

Conflicted emotions swirled inside of me as I fought to understand them and claim him as mine. I only wanted him to receive pleasure from someone else if I was there to watch, participate, control the situation.

“So sweet,” he murmured before sucking my bottom lip between his teeth and dragging across it slowly. “So fucking sweet and beautiful and sassy. You’re intoxicating, Sugar. You intoxicate me.” He kissed me slowly, tasting me, savoring me, causing a slow moan to escape my throat as I fingered the buttons on his shirt. I popped each one slowly and then trailed my hands down the ridges of his stomach. I slid my palms around his narrow waist and fingered the skin just about the waistband of his jeans.

“I want you,” I moaned and worked my hips against his, grinding against his engorged cock, seeking relief. I just wanted to be in his arms, have him inside me, filling me, making me feel full and wanted like I’d never felt before. I’d never been so confident during sex, but the way he touched me, the way his eyes took me in, all hooded and lusty, had my nerves tingling with awareness. I’d never felt so sexy and suddenly all I wanted was to forget. Lose myself in his strong body, have him own every piece of me and bring me pleasure I’d never known was possible.

“Sugar,” he growled.

“Fuck me, Wild.” I nipped at his lip and his eyes flashed dangerously.