Page 19 of Serpent Darling
Sadie was practically hyperventilating, panting as if she'd run a mile as her grip tightened on the cool counter of the ledge. She knew she already lost the game the second he turned her around, and she felt how hard he was against her ass, their jeans doing nothing to hide it. She reached behind her to run her hand down the side of his face, which was still in the crook of her neck, before reaching for a bottle of Tito's and a rag in front of her.
Jagger growled his approval in her ear, "Good girl." He shifted to the side to shield their actions from the nearly empty bar, thanking his lucky stars that most had cleared out already. Regardless of how tired he was from his late-night exertions hiding both drugs and, yes, a body or two, he was thrumming with energy. Quickly, he plucked the small vibrator from his pocket and snaked his hand to the front of her pelvis. Hisfingers brushing against the base skin of her stomach sent a shiver through her, the cold metal of his rings biting her flesh. Suddenly he was sliding his hand with the bullet inside the front of her jeans as Sadie sucked in her breath, allowing him more space to fit against the denim.
"Goodfuckinggirl," Jagger said again, and in one more motion, the bullet was nestled between her folds on top of her clit. It almost killed him to leave the silken heat that beckoned him, but he took a deep breath and slipped his hand out. Kissing her cheek, he stepped away and held his arms up innocently.
Sadie looked at him over the bottle she was holding, and her eyes showed that she was simultaneously turned on and confused.
Jagger smirked and said, "I won't touch you, but I can't promise you won't cum in front of these strangers right here."
When Sadie gently touched the front of her jeans, and looked down to see what he’d done, his dark chuckle snapped her focus back to him. Reveling in the moment, he opened his palm to show that he had a small black remote in his hand.
Sadie's eyes widened as the realization of what he'd put down her pants became obvious.
Jagger made a dramatic motion of his finger coming down to press the 'ON' button, and she yelped against the vibrations on her clit, dropping the bottle of liquor with aCRASHand earning several looks from the remaining few in the bar.Cool.Jagger smiled and pressed the remote again, kicking it up another notch.
"I'll watch the bar while you clean that up," he said and handed her a rag. “And you… you better put on your game face when you come back. I can assure you it's definitely giving us away right now."
Sadie blushed and watched as he sauntered back to tend the bar, slipping the remote in his front pocket. She croucheddown, causing the vibrator to press hard against her clit with the positioning against the seam of her jeans.Wow.Sadie braced herself against a cooler and quickly cleaned up the mess, putting the glass pieces and dirty rag in a small trash bin. She was surprised she didn't cut herself because of how shaky she was.
"Sadie?!"
Sadie looked up from her spot on the ground, securely hidden from the bar's front entrance. Jagger gave her a sideways glance from where he was standing before her, as he popped open a few beers and handed them off to a couple of older gentlemen. There were a few seconds spent before pushing his long sleeves up his forearms, exposing a few of Sadie's favorite tattoos that he had. A quote from Aristotle,"We are what we repeatedly do," woven with barbed wire and the bleeding roses that he constantly added to his left arm - he never explained why, but every so often, he would add another rose or two over the years. There had to be at least two dozen now, but he would just wink at her and say he 'always wanted to have a garden, but didn't have the time.'
Sadie gulped.
"Where's Sadie?"
It was Travis.
Of course.
Of course, he'd be here right now.
The universe hated her, she was sure.
Jagger angled his body directly in front of her, shielding her from Travis's inquiring eyes.
"Hey, Travis. Wasn’t expecting you tonight." Jagger's tone was brisk.
Travis grabbed a seat at one of the stools and leaned in, elbows resting on the bartop as his hands massaged his temples. "Where is she, Wilder? She's supposed to be working today and won't answer my calls."
Jagger shrugged. "Not sure I'm comfortable telling you after what happened this morning."
"She doesn't know what she heard," Travis said, clearly miffed that Jagger knew what had transpired between them before he had a chance to fix it. "It wasn't what it sounded like."
Raising a disbelieving eyebrow, Jagger leaned his hip against one of the coolers nestled under the bar top, unconsciously hitting the remote against it and turning the vibrations to another level.
Amazing.
There was another shift in his hips.
Fuck me.
Sadie's hand flew to her mouth to keep a scream from coming out as her other hand grasped Jagger's calf with the other. Jagger grunted in surprise and let out a loud cough. He then slammed a hand on the bar top to distract Travis from his outburst. "Look, Trav. I know exactly what we heard."
"We? Why were you with her?"
Desperate to get hold of a public orgasm at work, little Miss Sweetwater bit her lip and tried desperately to undo her jeans and take the damn thing out.
