Page 11 of Pike

“What the hell is she even doin’ here?”

“Said she heard there was a party and showed up,” I tell him what she told me.

“Doesn’t seem likely.”

“Exactly. Now, get someone to scare her off,” I tell him. He chuckles and slaps a hand on my shoulder before calling over one of the other guys.

“Jigsaw, I need you to scare off a little girl,” Mask tells him.

“What girl?” I point her out as she scans the room, not looking our way.

“Can do.” Mask slaps a hand on his back and shoves him in her direction.

“If anyone can scare her off, it’s him. Freaky motherfucker,” Mask tells me. I agree. Jigsaw is a scary-looking fucker. We both watch as he approaches her. She looks terrified. Almost like she wants to scream and run, but then she changes. She shifts on her feet, standing her ground. She pulls her shoulders back and glares at him like he’s the one who’s lost and shouldn’t be here. The change in dynamics keeps me glued to the scene in front of me.

“What the fuck?” Mask grumbles.

“She isn’t backin’ down.”

“Nope. You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he says.

“Fuck me.” I walk away from him listening as he laughs before I make my way back over to them. Jigsaw is still trying to convince her she doesn’t belong here when I wave him off and grab her hand. I drag her through the crowd and into the dimly lit hallway before shoving her roughly against the wall. I know I shouldn’t do it but I do it anyway. I crash my lips to hers. There’s a clatter of teeth and tongue as we both fight for dominance. She loses.

She moans into my mouth, and I swallow every sound she makes, making it my own. I keep kissing her as her hands start to trail all over my body, careful of my side. When her hand runs down the front of me and grabs my cock, I groan.

“Fuck me, Jailbait.”

“If you want to.”

“What?” I ask, pulling back a little. I didn’t just hear her right. There’s no way she’s offering herself up to me like this. No fucking way in hell. Not a girl like her.

“I said if you want to.” She doesn’t look like she wants to do that. And I’m not one to force a woman to sleep with me, but her? There’s something about her that’s driving me fucking insane. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her all day. Her touch. And now her kiss? They’re addicting. They’re a drug.

“Don’t say shit you’ll regret later.”

“Who said I’d regret it?” she asks me in return. Then, before I know it, she’s kissing me once again. Her lips claim mine in a heated kiss that could rival all others. And I let her. I let her fucking kiss me, touch me, making me hot. I grind against her, needing more. Needing her. What the hell is with this girl? Why does she make me feel like this?

I tear my mouth away from hers and watch her eyes as they look between mine.

“You better go, Jailbait.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t know what’s right or wrong.”

“Maybe that’s what I want,” she murmurs. I shake my head. That isn’t what she wants. I don’t know what the hell it is she wants, but it isn’t sex with me.

I shake my head, “No, darlin’. That isn’t what you want, and we both know it. Once my cock has been inside you, that’s it. No one else will fuckin’ touch you.” I see something flash in her eyes, and it makes me wonder what she’s hiding. Instead of going further, she nods her head and leans in, pressing her lips to mine once more.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” Then she’s gone. She disappears down the hallway and into the crowd as I adjust my cock. That’s when I notice it missing.

She stole my fucking wallet.

Chapter 6

Feather

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