Page 11 of Butcher

“You came here looking for me.”

I stilled, staring at him. No way he figured out why I was here.

What the hell?

“I saw you at the taco truck earlier today,” he explained when I didn’t respond. He must have read the shock on my features.

“Oh.”

“Wouldn’t have been hard for you to track me down.” He pointed to the Viking head on the back of his cut. “We advertise.” He tilted his head, his eyes heating. “Did you come looking for me, Isla?”

I swallowed hard. My name sounded…dirty…somehow when he said it. He wasn’t as smooth or charming as his friend Toxic. I’d been hanging around enough to hear that guy in action, but this bad boy routine was perfect for Butcher.

“No,” I replied, picking my drink up and taking a swallow. I had to fight not to cough. It wasn’t really a Jack and Coke anymore since he added so much more whiskey to it. “I came to get a drink before my date.” I glanced over in time to see anger flash in his eyes.

“What do you need a date for,” he asked, “when you have me?”

I chuckled and started to relax, even though he was still holding my hand. His skin had gone from warm to scorching. “I have other plans, Butcher.” Alright, he was fun to flirt with.

And he was playing right into my hands. I wasn’t sure I was going to get another opportunity like this. Jumbled mess or not, this was my chance. Mentally berating myself, I decided tonight was the night after all. I just needed to keep my inner hussy contained long enough to get him back to my hotel room.

I gave him a sultry smile. He hadn’t responded to my earlier statement. “I guess I could have one drink with you,” I told him.

A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll need my hand back though.”

He looked down at it and frowned before finally releasing me. It was as though he hadn’t realized he was still holding it even though he’d refused to let it go.

I picked up my glass and held it up. He used that huge meaty paw to grab the bottle and clanked it against my drink. A bit too hard. Liquid splashed onto my hand.

Flirting was easy for me. And it was always hollow. Because I never meant it. It was never anything other than pretending to be someone else. All the sultry looks and lash fluttering was annoying, but it helped me get my way. I’d gotten good at it. But this…him… it was a little too real. Setting my drink down, I lifted my hand, but froze when he grabbed it again.

All I could do was watch, heart hammering against my ribs, as he lifted my hand to his face. He sucked two of my fingers into his mouth and it took every ounce of willpower to bite back my moan. His tongue swirled around, then burrowed between them, and I sucked in a breath and held it. Wow. He was good at that.

And he was staring straight at me. It was like I was caught in his gaze. My pussy fluttered as he continued to suck on my fingers, but I wasn’t thrilled about this hold he seemed to have on me. I was a damn professional. I shouldn’t be thinking about shoving him back on the bar top and riding him until we both came.

Both came? When have I ever cared about a man’s pleasure? Why was the image of him pumping me full of cum turning me on as much as my own orgasm?

Someone cleared their throat and I finally managed to wrench my eyes away from his and he let my hand go. I glanced over at the bartender. She was grinning at us. I knew from my research that she was one of the club’s old ladies. She was with Hellfire, if my intel was correct, and it always was.

“Can I get you anything else?” she asked, smiling at me, then shooting a smug look at Butcher. “A condom, maybe?”

I choked on the swallow of alcohol I’d just taken to try to soothe my nerves.

“Sorry,” she said, laughing. “Just giving him a hard time.”

I watched them curiously as Butcher answered her. He seemed…softer…somehow when he was speaking to her. Not soft, because everything about him was hard. His muscles, his demeanor, but something changed when he spoke to her.

As she left, I studied him while I spoke. “She your girlfriend?” I knew the answer, but I wanted to see what he’d say.

His gaze hardened as he looked over at me. “If I had an old lady, I wouldn’t be over here fucking with you.”

My brows shot up at that. He sounded almost…insulted. “Is that what you’re doing?” I purred. “Fucking with me?”

His eyes narrowed. “Not yet. You’ll know when we’re fucking.”

I laughed and shook my head. “You’re blunt, aren’t you?”

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