Page 11 of Property Of Chrissy

“I…um…yeah. I guess you’re right. Um…if you’ll excuse me, Sean, I need to go check on my other tables.”

I watch as she rushes off toward the back instead of getting back to her tables, and I actually have to fight the war inside not to chase after her ass and apologize. Fuck. I need her gone by the end of the night. So, whatever I have to do to make that happen, I intend on doing it.

Finally, I make my way to my table and sit my ass down with the guys. We shoot the shit and catch up on what’s been going on while I was away. Ten minutes pass with no sign of Chrissy returning, and my hackles are up. I excuse myself to the bathroom and head toward the back of the bar. There’s no sign of her in the bathroom or the back room, so I head straight out the back door.And there she is.

She’s leaning against the brick wall with her damn eyes closed. What the fuck? Dressed the way she is, out here, alone, at night, she’s a goddamn temptation and any drunk fucker could hurt her.

“Why the fuck are you out here by yourself?”

She startles at the sound of my sharp voice, and her eyes snap open. The fear I see in them has me wishing I’d made my presence known first, instead of catching her off guard. But the notion there could have been another fucker out here, cornering her outside the back of the bar where no one else can see, has me raging inside.

“I’m on my break, Sean,” she answers like it’s no big deal, which only enrages me further.

“I asked why the fuck you’re out here by yourself? There are a lot of drunk assholes that wouldn’t think twice about taking advantage of a girl like you. From now on, you take your breaks inside.”

My words come seething from my mouth as I close in. I want to show her exactly what some punk could do to her in thissituation. I want to teach her a lesson so she’ll never think about making this mistake again. I brace my arms on the wall and have her fully caged in. Blocked in with nowhere to escape.

“You think you’d be able to get out of a situation like this? Do you think with all the noise flooding out the front of the bar anyone would hear you cry for help?” I place my hand over her mouth, covering her lips. “Do you think anyone could hear you now?”

She shakes her head because obviously no words are slipping past my grip. Good. At least I made that point, but I’m still not done. She still needs to be shown exactly what could happen. So, I trail my fingers down the side of her neck and across the crease of her tits. She sucks in an audible breath and her skin prickles with goose bumps under my touch. Interesting. Her body is still affected by me. And fuck, so is my damn cock, which is now straining forward in my damn pants to get a touch of his own.

“Do you think you’d be able to stop someone from touching these tits? Why don’t you show me how you’d get away?”

I give her breast a squeeze and a moan slips from her mouth. Her eyes flutter closed and I’m well aware she won’t be fighting me on anything. She’s putty in my hands, and I can touch and tease as much as I want. I should step back. Walk away now. Now that I’ve proven how easy it would be for someone to trap her and take whatever the fuck they wanted from her I should go back inside. But I’m not done getting my point across, nor am I done playing with her.

I pull and pluck on her tight nipple, which is poking right through her shirt. Her head falls back against the wall. Her back arches, pushing her breast further into my hand. I may be playing a game right now, may be trying to prove a point, but I’m not going to deny how damn good she feels. Her nipples always liked my attention. They’re sensitive and don’t just like it soft and sweet, they like it hard and rough. Just like her little pussy. Ipinch the peak to send that zing of pleasure I know she’s craving right through her, and when it hits its target, she calls out my name. “Sean!”

Her sexy cry has me ready to tear her fucking shorts down and slam my cock into her. Fuck. I can’t do that. I have to teach her a lesson. A lesson that will send her packing. I have to remember my end goal, and it isn’t giving her an orgasm. Although, there’s no denying that’s exactly what we both want right now.

I run my fingers down her leg and slowly back up her inner thigh. “You’d be a real fucking easy target dressed in these little shorts. They wouldn’t protect you. Any fucker could touch you in this private little spot of yours.” My fingers slide under the material and right to the place I’m referring to, my cock loving the little whimpers she releases.

“What the fuck would you do about it? Huh? Show me how the fuck you’d keep them from touching you here.” I fight back a groan. Her panties are soaked and they’re glued to her pussy lips, which are plump and swollen. Damn, she hasn’t changed. Her cunt feels so damn good. Even better than I remember.

I massage over her clit, waiting for her protest, but I’m positive it’s never going to come. Her body isn’t fighting me. She wants it. She wants me to touch her and play with her sweet little pussy. I slip my fingers right under her panties and get coated in her juices. She’s in a desperate state of need right now. Well, too fucking bad. I’m going to tease her into a frenzy, taunt her to a near combustion, and then… I’m going to take it all away. If she thinks she’s ever going to have me or my dick again, she’s dead wrong.

I pump my fingers inside her tight body. Somehow it feels even tighter than it was when we were together. “Any fucker could sink their fingers inside you, just like this. Anyone could fuck your juicy cunt.” And damn is it juicy. Her arousal isrunning right down my wrist. “How the fuck would you stop them? Huh? How would you get away?”

Her moans are getting louder. Her walls are tightening around my two thick digits, which are hooked right on the inside of her hot pussy. Right where her G-spot is. A few more strokes and I’ll have her coming all over me, but that’s not going to happen. I savor one last slow, deep thrust and remove my hand. I take a step away from her, putting distance between us so I don’t dive back in and finish what I started. God knows my dick wants to see her come.

Her eyes are clouded with lust, and the longing I see has me wanting to slam her up against the wall and fuck her senseless. Shit. I need to get my message across now. The one I came here tonight with. Otherwise, I’ll end up sending her the wrong message. I’ll end up pushing my cock into her instead of pushing her away.

“It’s obvious you wouldn’t be able to do shit to stop anyone from hurting you. Now, this is my brother’s bar, and if anything happens on his property, that shit would be on him. I don’t give a fuck about you, but I will not let you bring a brother down. You take a break, you go sit at the fucking bar or in the back room. Understood?”

Tears fill her eyes, and once again, I want to punch my own lights out for making such an asinine comment. Of course, I don’t want her to get hurt. Of course, I care what happens to her. But that’s the damn problem. I care too much for someone who didn’t give a shit about me and had no problem ripping my heart out.

She turns without saying another word and rushes inside. I want to go after her. But again, I don’t. It should thrill me that my attack landed directly on target, but it doesn’t. She slips into the bathroom, no doubt going to cry her eyes out because of the horrid things I just said. The need to follow right in after her hasme going and taking my seat with the guys instead. Damn, I wish I was still drinking because I’d be chugging down an entire bottle of scotch right now and numbing this damn pain. Fuck.

Needing to get my thoughts back on track, I try and focus on what the guys are saying. I catch something about Hailey setting her brother up on a date, but I miss half the conversation. My mind is back on Chrissy and my eyes are plastered in the direction of the bathrooms. What the fuck is taking her so long? Shouldn’t her break be over by now?You fucking told her you couldn’t care less if she got hurt, you asshole. Of course, she’s in there nursing her wounds.Fuck, I’m such a dick.

Finally, she returns and gets right back to work, checking on her tables. Her face looking perfect. But because I know the girl, I can tell she’s been crying. To anyone else, I doubt they’d notice. They’d see the smile on her face and think it’s real, but I know it’s fake as shit. I also see the dullness in her eyes. Fuck. I truly am a bastard.

The apology plays out in my mind. All the words I want to tell her. My retraction for all my shitty remarks. I’m about to rise from my seat, ready to go grab her and make amends, when Officer Bentley steps up to our table.

“Gentlemen,” he greets, sounding like he’s still on duty. He’s dressed in his uniform, so he’s either just stopping by or he just got off work.

“Hey, man. You ready to meet your future wife?” Grit teases, and Bentley narrows his eyes at his best friend/brother-in-law.

I used to think Bentley was a dick, but he’s changed his tune. Now, he’s practically a damn member of the club. I even consider him a brother. He may be an officer of the law, but he’s not crooked like the ones back in my old town. There was one deputy in particular who was a nasty son of a bitch. A fucker who abused his power every chance he got.

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