Page 9 of Come Inside

“Sit with me?” I gestured to the now empty spots.

The man furrowed his brow before shrugging. “Might as well. You’re not going to ask how I know your name?”

He was surprisingly graceful as he folded himself into the seat, he even kept a respectful amount of space between us.

Which I found unexpectedly annoying.

“Kazi told me his cousin would be keeping an eye on me tonight.”

“Did he now? Name’s Mateo.” He offered me a ginormous hand to shake.

I turned in the booth, giving him mine. It was almost comical the size difference. He gave it a light squeeze before wrapping his thick calloused fingers around my wrist.

“You’re ridiculously tiny.”

“Uh, thanks?” That was a new one. “How about this? I’m going to get us some shots.” I pulled my wrist from his grip and I could see the shock written across his face as I slid out the other side of the booth.

I ordered three shots from the bartender, chugging one before grabbing the other two.

I wasn’t exactly thinking straight and Mateo was making it even more challenging. His critical mahogany eyes were following my every move and his attention was causing sparks of anticipation to skitter across my skin.

I wanted to climb this man.

Which was decidedly not a good idea.

My alcohol muddled brain didn’t agree.

“Here you go.” I didn’t return to my seat. Instead, I gave in to my intrusive thoughts. Moving to his side, I settled lackadaisically on his knee that was halfway out of the booth. He stiffened and I attempted to shift and rethink my bold move, but he wrapped an arm around me, securing me in place.

“You’re playing a very dangerous game, little bee.” His guttural voice was directly in my ear and it sent chills of anticipation to the neediness furling in my belly. One of his arms stayed wrapped around my stomach pressing me against him while the other grabbed his shot. I expected him to drink it, but instead he brought it up to my lips.

“Drink.” His voice vibrated against my back. I didn’t think to argue, I simply opened my mouth as he pushed the glass against my lips, tipping it up.

I swallowed it down. “Little bee?” I questioned.

“Bright.” He set the empty glass on the table. “Lively.” He brought his fingers back up to my lips wiping away the burn. “Fierce.” He pushed his fingers into my mouth. “Suck on these, show me what you can do before I pull my dick out here and now and fuck you at this table.” He readjusted me in his lap until my ass rubbed against his hardened cock.

I hissed at the contact. This wasn’t how I thought the night would go, but this beast of a man wasn’t putting me on edge as many men before him had.

In fact. It was quite the opposite.

My heart pounding in my chest was from excitement—not the typical fear—as I leaned back further into his embrace.

Is it because he’s related to Kazi? Is that why he isn’t prickling my anxiety? Why I feel so secure in his arms?

Even though they looked nothing alike.

I sucked down his fingers greedily, swirling my tongue around them. My hand reached down, finding his hard cock, and I brushed along its length through his constricting jeans.

This might not be the smartest idea, but I needed a release. It had been too long. I needed to expel some of my pent up rage, and this man was offering it up to me.

He groaned, removing his fingers, and thrusting upwards into my hand. “Fuck,” he expelled, nipping at my ear. “Too fucking hot.”

I turned to face him, my hand reaching up and tucking his chestnut hair behind an ear. It was soft, silky. At odds with the disarray it appeared to bein. “Not to sound too cliché, but I think we should go somewhere more private.”

Mateo made a sound of agreement before he was lifting me up with him and throwing me over his shoulder.

He ignored my protests and the concern of the patrons as he walked swiftly out the door.

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