Page 12 of Bullet

He set another scotch in front of me, and I took a sip as he said, “A bittersweet way to go; killed by what you love most.”

I nodded, tears clouding my vision. “The worst thing is that I didn't get to say goodbye. I left home and never came back. I wish I could hear his voice just one more time.”

I wasn't sure why I was pouring my heart out to some stranger. I couldn't blame the alcohol yet, although I could feel it creeping up on me.

“We all have our regrets; some more than others,” Ford stated, polishing off his drink.

“I'm sorry for being a downer.” I sat up and forced a smile. I took another swig of my drink, wanting to feel anything but the sorrow trying to strangle the air from my lungs. Focusing on the burn of the scotch was better than dealing with the pain in my heart.

I smiled coyly at Ford, raising a brow in question. “Body shots?”

His already dark eyes seemed to darken more. “Are you sure that's a good idea, kitten?”

No, but I'd already decided to get wasted so I could hopefully forget about my problems for one night. I waved at the bartender, who came over. “Two tequilas with limes and salt.”

She arched a brow at Ford, who nodded with a laugh. “You heard the lady.”

When she came back, I grabbed the lime and put it in Ford's mouth. Then I licked his neck before shaking some salt on it. His eyes held a mischievous glint as I leaned in and licked the salt from his neck, then tossed back the shot. I winced, then took the lime from his lips with mine and sucked, holding his heated gaze.

“My turn,” he practically growled. He repeated my steps, licking the sensitive skin of my neck and sending a shiver up my spine. “This isn't my first choice of placement, but we're in public.”

Heat flooded my core in response to his implication. I wanted to do naughty things with Ford in private, things my dad would probably kill me for, but at the moment, I didn't care. All I cared about was that I felt something other than sadness for the first time in months.

Ford placed the lime between my lips, his eyes drawn to my mouth. I didn't have huge tits, but I did have some pretty nice lips if I did say so myself.

He took his time licking the salt from my neck. His coarse beard scratched me as he slowly trailed his tongue along the delicate skin. Then he downed his shot and stole the lime from my mouth.

I licked my lips as I watched him suck the lime. After the three scotches and that shot, I was in the blissful stage of drunkenness, feeling bubbly and happy. And with Ford so close to me, I was also extremely turned on. “I'm going to go to the ladies' room.” I bit down on my lower lip, and his eyes went straight to it. “I'll be right back.”

I sauntered away, casting him a glance over my shoulder that I hoped told him to follow me. Forgetting my problems for one night included getting fucked senseless.

After a few minutes of waiting in the restroom and no Ford, I touched up my makeup and tried not to let the disappointment kill my buzz. At least I could leave with some dignity still intact.

But when I exited the women's restroom, Ford was waiting for me. Arms crossed, he gave me a cocky smirk before pushing off the wall and forcing me back in the bathroom.

He locked the door behind him, then caged me between his arms against the wall, pressing his hard erection against my belly. “You feel what you've done to me, little girl?” he gruffly whispered in my ear before nibbling it.

A gasp escaped me as I tangled my hands in his hair. He didn't have the dark locks in a ponytail that night, and it fell to one side of his face. His lips crushed mine as he gripped my ass and lifted me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued to consume me. I couldn't help but moan as his tongue entered my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and sin, and I'd go to hell to get as much as I could.

Ford let me slide down his body. I was painfully aware of my need as his bulging erection rubbed against my aching sex.

Nipping at his lips, I fumbled with the button of his jeans, wanting him inside me five minutes ago.

He growled as he turned me so I was facing the bathroom sink. We made eye contact in the mirror as Ford pulled a condom from his back pocket. He never took his eyes from mine as he ripped open the wrapper with his teeth.

I tried to turn around to see his cock, but he stopped me. “Not so fast, kitten. I don't want you to take your eyes off me in that mirror, you hear me? No matter what.”

I didn't think I could be turned on more, but I was. I did as he said, watching in the mirror as he put the condom on and pushed my dress up.

I felt him press against my entrance. “Remember what I said,” he gruffly reminded, gripping my hips. “I want you to watch as I take you.”

I whimpered with need, pushing back against him. I'd never wanted anyone as badly as I wanted Ford at that moment, and he couldn't get inside me fast enough.

His lips curved up in a sexy smirk as he pushed inside me. I closed my eyes in bliss, and he stilled. “Open your eyes,” he commanded gruffly. “Watch as I fill your tight cunt with my cock.”

I did as I was told, opening my eyes and focusing on his in the mirror. Ford pushed himself the rest of the way in, and I moaned in pleasure. I was full—so, so full—and it felt amazing.

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