Page 11 of Scorched King

“It’s no problem, really,” she said, rounding the island in my direction. “I like helping out any way I can.”

I liked that about her. A lot of the women who hung around the club were only in it for what they could get for themselves. Mainly club dick. Which most of the guys were more than willing to give.

To keep my hands busy while she got close, I picked up the bottle of whiskey, unscrewed the cap and took a long swig.

“I could get you a glass for that if you’d like.” She had stepped right up to my back and when she spoke, her breath felt like a warm caress on the back of my neck. Fuuuuck.

“I’m good like this.” I was too tense to elaborate, what with her tits occasionally brushing up against my back as she fingered my hair. And I felt that shit in my balls. I didn’t ever remember a haircut being this sensual since…

I swallowed more whiskey in an attempt to drown out those thoughts. This was not the time for the past. Or maybe it was. I needed something to keep me in check.

“I like the way the gray is layered through your hair. It looks nice.”

I snorted at that. “You mean it makes me look like I am—old.”

Her fingers halted their movements. “You are not old.”

“Says the girl young enough to be my daughter.”

I felt her stiffen against me and take a step back. Jesus, I really did have a mouth problem tonight. I waited for her to give me some pithy comeback, and when none came I opted to stay quiet as well.

Despite that, the silence wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable. She continued to cut my hair while I drank more whiskey. At some point in the process she’d begun to hum and I liked the sound of it. She really did seem happy doing this for me and I appreciated her for it.

“I need you to turn around now so I can get the front.” Her soft request knocked me out of my latest stupor.

“What?”

“I need to cut the front. Does this stool spin?” She grabbed my leg and pulled me around while I stared dumbfounded at the sight of her hand on my thigh. Heat burned through the denim and all I could think about was what her touch would be like on my bare skin. “There,” she said, obviously satisfied once she had me turned fully around.

I thought I was ready to handle something as simple as a haircut, but I hadn’t counted on her stepping between my legs to do it. This position put her generously exposed tits practically in my face and her bare legs within easy reach as well. Now all I could think about was burying my head into her cleavage and picking her up by the ass and wrapping those cute legs around my waist so she could ride my?—

Fuck.

I should have made arrangements to get laid. Or at least jacked off to relieve some of this tension.

“How short do you want it in front? I think you should leave it long enough to slick back,” she pushed her hands through my hair and demonstrated what she meant. “It’s a good look on you.”

Her words made me focus on her lips. Yet another danger zone. They were pale pink and plump with only a hint of lipstick left on them. As she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth on one side, it took all of my restraint not to lean forward and suck it free. My dick had gotten so damned hard, my pants were getting uncomfortable in the crotch.

“Do whatever you want,” I answered, my voice way too husky for my own liking.

She dropped her hand and met my gaze. Her eyes were dilated and her lips now slightly apart. Her breath choppy. Neither one of us was thinking about my hair, and I didn’t know how to stop it.

“Are you sure about that?” she whispered, her tongue peeking out to wet her lips.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I said the words even though I knew neither one of us referred to how she should cut my hair. We were leaning towards each other and I suddenly couldn’t find a way to stop it. Or maybe, it was time I admitted I didn’t want it to stop.

That was my last sane thought before her lips touched mine and I closed my mouth around hers, sealing our fate.

CHAPTER SIX

JD

Present day

I may have been a little harsh with my delivery of her discharge papers, but seeing Bear in that bed with her head on his shoulder and their hands locked together made me insane. The red haze of rage had settled into every cell of my body and it wasn’t going anywhere.

“What are you talking about? I’m not going anywhere,” Sasha said quietly.

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