Page 3 of Ever Dark

Fuck, I’m such a fucking asshole.

After six more shots of gin, my head tingles, and my cock is at full fucking mast. I undo the top three buttons of my white dress shirt and lean back against the bar. A stumbling blonde catches my eye. She giggles as she falls against the pool table. She might have to do.

I down another shot before stalking over. I’m three strides away from her when someone barrels into me, knocking me from behind. I stumble into a barstool.What the actual fuck?I spin around, fists clenched.

My breath hitches. The culprit is the most gorgeous fucking brunette. I stare at her hips and work my way up, speechless. Short skirt, check. Natural breasts, double-check. Thick lips that would look insane around my cock. Check, check, check!

“Fuck. Sorry. I think some asshole pushed me.”

I glance behind her, searching for Aries or Bones. I wouldn’t put it past either of them to throw this woman at me. But I spot them on the other side of the room, taking turns throwing darts.

“Hello? Did you hit your head?”

I look back at her. “I’m good. Let me buy you a drink.”

She wobbles to the side a bit, her cheeks flushing. “Um, I think I’ve had enough.”

“I haven’t. You can buy me one, then.” I’ll never let her pay, but my foul mood is back.

“Wow. You’re a real charmer, aren’t you? Sorry again for bumping into you. Have a good night.” She turns and starts to walk off.

Fuck. Now I’ve got a fucking chase. I grab her wrist. “Wait. It was a joke. I have plenty of money.”

Electricity sparks between us. I feel it tingling in my fingers as her pulse quickens.

She gazes up at me, and my breath hitches again. Her eyes… they’re different colors—one blue and one brown. Or I’m just really fucking drunk.

“Oh, charming and humble. What a winning combination,” she teases.

A challenge. Fucking finally.

I rub my thumb in light circles on the inside of her wrist. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”

Her cheeks flush. It’s probably the alcohol, but I tell myself it’s because of her irresistible attraction to me.

“No, but you’re relentless.” She shakes her head and tugs her arm back. As she tries to walk away again, I swoop in front of her.

I tip her chin up. “You’re beautiful… I don’t really want to buy you a drink.”

Her throat bobs. “So you just want to stalk me through the bar then?”

I scrape my teeth across my bottom lip before tilting my head to her ear. “I want to fuck you,” I whisper.

She shudders, and her eyes are wide when our gazes lock again. “Well, that’s fucking direct. Who are you?”

The mystery girl is trying to be good, but every sign points toher need. Her racing pulse, her flushed cheeks, the way her chest heaves as she fights to control her breath…

“A charming and humble man who wants to give you the best orgasm of your life.” Something tells me she doesn’t come to places like this often. She’s out of her comfort zone.

“You’re not used to hearing no for an answer.” The blush on her cheeks spreads to her chest.

I flash a grin. “How long are you in town for? A night? A few days? Have fun with me tonight. We’ll never see each other again, but you’ll have a great story to tell your friends back home. Wherever that is.”

She licks her lips. I can see it in her eyes. She’s conflicted. The alcohol, impulsivity, and the force of fucking nature, which is me, are convincing her.

I wait, patient like a wolf.

We stare at each other for five whole fucking minutes. I know because two song changes happen during this.

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