Page 8 of Unlocked

Twenty-six years old

“You stare any harder and that chick is going to run the other way,” Kane says, shoving my shoulder as I gaze over at the sexy little blonde behind the bar. Her hair is up in a messy bun and she’s got on a casual pair of ripped jeans paired with a crop top. She is definitely dressed down. I bet she doesn't even realize how fucking sexy she is. I groan internally as I imagine her plump pink lips and emerald green eyes staring up at me. I watch her as she reaches up for another bottle of liquor. Her shirt lifts, showing off the intricate design of a back tattoo. It looks big. I wonder how far up it goes?

“Are you kidding me?” Liam says as he grabs me from the side and pinches my cheek. “Have you seen this guy? He’s so damn good looking, a straight guy would probably suck him off!” Kane and Liam both laugh when I shove him off of me and all three of us stare at the blonde behind the bar.

“She’s hot. Kind of has that dirty, girl next door vibe.” Liam comments.

“What the fuck is that?” I ask, chuckling.

“You know. She looks innocent, like the girl next door, but that tattoo on her back screams I will get down on my knees and suck your soul through your dick.”

I roll my eyes at him.

“He’s not wrong,” Kane murmurs. “She’s definitely not who you would bring home to mom and dad.”

I turn to both of them with a straight face. “It’s a good thing I don’t have either of those, ya?” They both stare at me with wide eyes, realizing the joke they made in poor taste. I crack a huge smile at both of them and push out a laugh.

“Calm down, guys. I know you were just kidding around. No harm, no foul.”

They both laugh uneasily before Chris comes over to our side and starts making crude jokes about a couple on the other side of the bar. ‘We definitely don’t belong here,’ I think as I look around. This is not a scene for my ivy league buddies, but I needed a different atmosphere tonight. Somewhere where we could chill out without business associates cornering me every two seconds. The law firm I help run is still fresh. Just two years in and we have already skyrocketed to the top in New York City. My good friend Sebastian is the CEO of Bolt Corporation. Between him, Xavier, Andre, my twin Jamison and I, we all run different parts of the firm. Normally, I would be out with them on a Saturday night, but Sebastian and Xavier are both out of town for the weekend visiting Andre. Jamison had something ‘too important’ to do that kept him locked in his room all day, so here I am hanging out in a dive bar, hoping the sexy little bartender takes me up on my offer. She looks over in my direction and nods a yes before turning towards her friend. I see her friend clap her hands together in excitement. Maybe I should ask her friend to come back with us? That might get Jamison to come out of his room. Who am I kidding? I would have better luck offering to share the bartender. I lick my lips, imagining that scene in my head. The pretty bartender on her hands and knees sucking my cock while she takes my brother from behind. I groan internally and adjust myself. I love fucking girls with Jamison. It’s always better when they take us both.

A few hours go by of me watching her and the bar finally starts to clear out. My friends all leave, giving me high fives on their way out, as I saunter over to where she’s at. I slide onto a stool at the bar and watch her as she cleans up some glasses. She looks at me nervously before looking away towards her waitress friend across the room.

“Change your mind? Afraid I’ll kidnap you and hold you in a basement somewhere?” I ask, grinning.

A look of determination crosses her face and I see the fear in her eyes dissipate.

“You could try," she states so plainly, I would swear I was speaking to a whole different person if I didn’t know any better. Fuck, that’s sexy. This innocent little thing is suddenly so ballsy.

I smirk at her before raking my eyes down her body, memorizing every curve.

“I never caught your name, Pretty Girl.”

She leans over the bar top towards me and the cut of her shirt drops, showcasing her cleavage and the peak of a lacy black bra.

“I think Pretty Girl is a good enough name for tonight, don’t you?”

I’m suddenly caught a little off guard. Women usually throw themselves at me, immediately wanting to tell me every little detail about them. Those same women are also the ones I can’t get to stop texting or calling me the day after we fuck. I’m not used to someone who isn’t as privy to give out her information. I’m not sure how I feel about the situation. I quickly school my features and smile at her.

“Pretty Girl it is.” I state before motioning for her to follow me. “Let’s get out of here.”

She grabs her friend and a few other workers leave as she locks up the bar.

“I have her location and if I don’t get a text from her in the next few hours, I’ll send the police. You got it, Buddy?” her friend yells across the parking lot as we walk to my bike.

“Got it,” I holler back at her friend and laugh. “Guess I forgot to ask you if you’re okay with getting on the back of my bike?” I ask, eyeing her.

She grins up at me as she responds, “I think I’m up for the ride.”

My dick immediately jumps in my pants as I catch on to her double innuendo. I watch her bite her lip as I attach my helmet on top of her head. All I can think about is how I can’t wait to bite it myself. I get on my bike and she hops on behind me, her tits pressing against my back as she wraps her arms around me and we take off.

Thirty minutes later, we pull up to my building and into the underground parking lot below it. As soon as I’ve removed the helmet off of her head, I lean over and kiss her. It’s intoxicating, the way her mouth immediately opens for me. Her tongue swirls around mine and she nips my lip with her teeth before pulling back.

“I’ve been waiting to do that all night,” I say to her with a grin as I lift her off the back and set her on the ground. “Come on.”

I grab her hand, and she follows me into the elevator. I press her against the wall as the doors close behind us. She looks hesitant for a minute.

“You can still say no," I murmur as I kiss up her neck. She moans in my ear and grabs the back of my arms, pulling me closer.

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