Page 29 of The Shadows We Keep

FOURTEEN

KEIRA

Scorpio – Pour Vous

My heart races as I fail to catch my breath, and he just sits there on display in the sandy-brown, leather chair. His toned arm reaches up, pushing those skilled fingers through his dark locks. Thick veins run down his forearm, black ink overlaying his exposed skin. Only small sections along the surface are empty, allowing an understanding of the detailed illustrations.

I can’t believe that just happened. It shouldn’t have. He’s basically a stranger. I might know way too much about his life from what I’ve gathered over the years online, but he’s met me fewer times than the amount of fingers he just had inside my pussy. That didn’t seem to factor in his decision to waltz into the bar, steal me away from Stacey, and shove me in this random room.

My brain became mush as soon as his hands grazed my skin to pull my body against his. The whiskey and tequila mixing with his intoxicating scent. Now that there’s some space between us, the haze in my brain is lifting enough that I can enjoy the buzz from my drinks.

“Are you just going to stand there staring at me?” The timbre of his irritation is palpable, and it pisses me off. I didn’t ask for this. I might have made the mistake of drunk calling him, but that’s exactly what it was: a drunk call.

I straighten my clothes and push off the desk, taking a step closer to his relaxed form. His body and his words giving off two very different vibes. There’s no hiding the thickness of his manhood against his thigh. My mouth waters at the possibility of tasting him. His lap shifts, a rough hand strokes against his length. My eyes shoot up from their ogling. The ache between my thighs he just quenched back with a vengeance.

“Actually, I think I’m going to go find Stacey.” I turn on my heels and hustle for the door. The cold brass of the handle feels like ice against my heated skin. The music pulses through the wood, but as soon as I crack it open, it pierces against our seclusion.

A quick thud above my head slams it shut and I’m violently whipped around. We’re back to the same stance as before, my brain short circuits. He smells like the woods after a rainstorm. Which is ironic, considering there isn’t a forest within a hundred-mile radius.

“You should let me go.” I study him. The sharp jaw, a crooked nose that looks like it’s been broken once or twice, his thick kissable lips, but it’s his eyes that hypnotize and soon I’m no better than Alice falling down the rabbit hole.

“I don’t think I can,” he mutters against my neck, taking an audible sniff of my dewy skin.

My hands lie flat against the office door behind me, pressing harder with every moment that passes, as the urgency to feel his skin against mine grows. But I won’t allow myself the pleasure. I know if I do, we won’t leave this room. I won’t go find Stace—who’s probably wondering where the hell I disappeared to.

“Harkin.” His name tumbles from my lips as I take a deep breath. I can tell from his hard stance I’m the one who needs to make the next move. “I’m going back out there.” My right hand reaches back out for the handle, but his skin is already covering it. Electricity shoots through my arm, straight to my core. The ache for him growing as his warmth seeps into me. He moves and the door behind me shifts me even closer against him.

“Then we better go, little one.” His gaze spears through me.

I rethink the necessity of leaving this room and heading back into a crowd, but he’s already pulling me out into the narrow hallway that leads back to the main bar. I press on to my toes to get a better vantage point for finding Stacey. Her bouncy, bright blonde hair isn’t anywhere in my eyesight.

“Do you see her?” I shout to Harkin.

His head shakes no, pulling me along again. He parts the patrons with ease, shoulder checking everyone, not giving a second thought to their response. We make our way to the bar on the other side of the building. He pulls me forward, settling my body against the bar and his body against mine, arms caging me in, creating a buffer between anyone else around us.

He waits a couple minutes before John heads in our direction. John’s eyes meet mine and his head shakes slightly before he bro nods to my personal bodyguard.

“Have you seen her friend?” Harkin leans in, our bodies might as well be glued together at this point. My ribs dig painfully against the bar’s edge, but I ignore it. Instead, focusing on the fact that his cock is still hard, and I can feel every inch against my backside.

I wiggle my ass and throw my arms up, reaching behind me to wrap my hands around his neck. My fingers lace in his thick hair. I’ve completely forgotten why we’re standing here at the bar. My fingers tighten, pulling on the soft strands. A deep groan reaches my ear.

The music feeds my buzz, my hips refusing to stay still. Closing my eyes, I lose myself to my surroundings. I’m at the perfect point of drunkenness, all inhibitions abandoned, no signs of nausea or the spins. I don’t want this moment to end. But my blanket of heat is gone, my safety cage removed and my eyes spring open.

“She’s gone.” Harkin’s face is back in view. I don’t remember twisting in his direction, but here we are.

“What?” I shriek.

“John said she left about fifteen minutes ago, she tried looking around for you, but couldn’t find you.” He ends with a smug smile.

My vexed eye roll is automatic. It doesn’t dawn on me until his eyes harden and the smile falls.

Guy’s got a serious aversion to disrespect; the funny thing is it makes me respect him more.

I drop my eyes to the floor in a silent plea of repentance. I’m not even sure why I did it. In one breath, I’m trying to get away from him, defying his sharp tongue. In the next, this dire need to please him devours me.

A gentle finger tips my chin up. The sudden movement sends the dotted, colorful lights spinning and then it all fades to black.

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