Page 37 of Matteo

I was still breathing hard when I turned around and found Jill and Lucky staring at me like I’d grown a second head. Looking down I noticed my beer was gone and I knew he’d grabbed it up. Without missing a beat, my eyes hit the mirror behind the bar. He was turning my beer up to his mouth and taking a long swig.

Jill began to fan herself. “Now Sugar, that’s what I call electricity, y’all could burn a house down.”

“Jill…pleaseeeee,” I groaned.

The truth of the matter was, I was good and wet. Matteo had gotten my juices flowing and I hated myself for it.

I had come to this damn bar for a cold beer, and I was going to have one in peace if it killed me. She giggled still fanning herself before reaching down and getting me another drink. The cap landed in the trash with a dull thud before she sat it down.

Snatching, I smiled at Jill. “Put them both on his tab.”

Matteo and Carmine were shooting pool, and I never even glanced his way as I stepped outside on the covered patio. I could feel his gaze biting into ass with each step that I took.

What is going on with you?I thought.

Letting Matteo Zacharra even think he had a shot was dangerous.

Sitting down, I nursed my beer for a few seconds becoming lost in thought. It was quiet. Surprisingly. Only a few peoplewalking by here and there. Couples holding hands and smiling at each other. My thoughts drifted back to my encounter with that weird bitch.

That sleezy fucking predator of a pastor….

Someone had come to sit down in front of me and without looking up I knew it was Matteo. I avoided looking at him and turned the bottle up.

“Invading my space again, Boy Scout?” There was a television on in the corner of the lounge area, a soccer game was on.

I could tell from the sound of his voice; he was smiling like an idiot. “You like it.”

Taking a deep breath, I turned and took him in. “Agent Zacharra…”

“Why do you do that?” He shook his head.

“Do what?”

He tilted his head, those dark eyes watching me intently. It was scary how his eyes seemed to almost be black. “Why not call me Matteo…are you worried you might like how it sounds once I finally fuck you and you’re screaming it?”

I jumped and beer spilled everywhere. “Excuse me?”

Matteo had ten pounds of audacity and probably a fat dick because he leaned forward like he knew how to work every inch of my body. My legs instantly clenched trying to give myself some relief.

“You heard me, Rain…”

To fight off the need to rock my legs, I took another swig from the bottle. “Dream on. And look, after the day I’ve had….”

“So, use me,” he grinned.

“What?”

“Are you hard of hearing tonight, Stizzy?”

Finishing up the rest of the beer, I slammed the bottle on the table. “Not hard of hearing, Agent Zacharra. Just trying to figure out why you think I’d ever fuck you.”

His expression turned dark, and I imagined him thinking of sinful things to do to my body. I didn’t care, my bed was calling. Considering I wasn’t going to find any coke tonight, I’d sleep it off. I stood up and out of nowhere he had me pinned up against the door to the bar.

Is this motherfucker moving at the speed of light or am I just tired?I swear I hadn’t even blinked once and he was there, pushing up against me.

Hard and ready.

“We would…what did Jill say, burn a house down?” He grinned down on me.

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