Page 12 of Falling For His Badass

“I got this.” I tell him and walk onto the dance floor. As I weave my way to Lizzy, I manage to keep my cool by repeating, ‘She’s not my girl. She’s not my girl.’ But when I see her struggling to push him away, I lose it. ‘She’s not my girl … yet.’

Matt’s dancinghas turned to full on groping. His hand is squeezing the piss out of my tit, and now Greg has joined in my assault. He has grabbed a handful of my ass.

“Let me go,” I yell, but they are too drunk to care. I try to shove Matt as hard as I can, but he only laughs at me. Then Greg grabs a handful of my hair, stopping me in my tracks.

“Don’t fight us, little girl. We are going to make all your dreams come true.”

My eyes flare with fright and Matt laughs, thinking Greg’s words have scared me, but it’s not that. Through the dancers, I spot B.A. His frown and the intensity on his face is mean as hell! When B.A. clears the last dancer between us, he stops short. He doesn’t say anything to me. He just stares into my eyes with those beautiful green eyes, framed by those long dark lashes. Relief floods my body knowing I will be rescued, and I take a deep breath. B.A. smiles at me, and I melt with the gentleness I see on his face.

Then the ruthless look returns, and he steps up, staring into Greg’s eyes while he grabs Matts shoulder, and spins him around. Then he turns that vicious face that says ‘back the fuck off, boys’ and I swear I hear him growl. Greg immediately releases my ass and I feel him back away, but Matt is too drunk to give it up without talking smack. “Take a hike, hero. We found her first.”

B.A. bows up and towers over us, and I realize he isn’t the kind of man who ever backs down. Not wanting a fight to break out, I step around Matt and walk up to B.A. I put my hand on his chest, and his eyes find mine. The connection between us is electric. He forgets all about Matt who is still mouthing off and opens his arms to me. I slide into them and my heart stops beating as he lowers his perfect sculpted lips to mine. I stop breathing altogether, when he whispers, “Forgive me, Lizzy, but ….” Then his lips touch mine and my knees buckle with the gentleness of his touch, the sweetness of his taste, and the intoxication of his alpha maleness. His response to my weakness is to pull me tight against his body. I part my teeth for him, and he inserts his tongue, kissing me deeply and completely. My entire being tunes into his dominance, shutting out everything else. When I cling to him, he relaxes and lets his tongue explore my mouth, knowing he is owning me. When my arms move up his chest to embrace his neck, his hands respond by sliding to the small of my back and crushing my body against his. His kiss becomes more passionate and I feel like I’m drowning in my own desire, wanting more of him to own more of me. I know I will never find another man who can kiss me so completely.

When he finally lifts his mouth off mine, I don’t know how long we have kissed, but a new song is playing. I open my eyes and stare into his. He smiles that cute boyish grin and I know he knows that I am not only hot and horny for him, but that he was in total control. “I think I scared them off.” He says as his hands rest on my waist.

I glance around. “It would appear that way.” I look back up at him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” B. A. smiles gently down at me. “I’m glad I realized you were … uncomfortable.” He says softly.

“I’m glad you did too.” I look back at the bar and see Matt and Greg glaring at us. A chill runs down my spine when I realize how bad that could have turned out if B.A. hadn’t intervened.

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My dick is so hardit hurts. Staring down at Lizzy with the taste of her still in my mouth, it’s hard not to take control of her again. My hands refuse to let her go wanting to pull her back into my embrace. She’s looking at the bar. I look up to see the two men I scared off glaring at us.Motherfuckers! I should beat their ass for them.Lizzy begins to tremble. I look down at her sweet face and see the realization of what could have happened to her. My arm slides around her waist again, and I pull her tight to me. When her body presses against mine, she lays her face against my chest. My arm tightens and her trembling stops. I lean over and ask,” What say you and I get out of here and get some fresh air?”

She nods.

Keeping her safe, I lead her through the dancers to the elevator. While we wait on it to arrive, I call the bouncer over. Without releasing Lizzy, I give him a quick description of what went down and who they are. “Better keep your eyes on those two. They are up to no good.”

He nods, pulls his radio out, and takes his post again.

Lizzy squeezes me tight and I give her shoulder a short tight reassuring squeeze. When the elevator arrives, we board it with a crowd of others and ride silently to the Lobby. When we exit, she releases me, and walks out ahead of me, but when we enter the lobby, she turns to me and I see her hesitation. Knowing I’m not letting her go again, I walk up to her, throw my arm around her shoulders and lead her out the front door. She follows willingly and when she slides her arm around my waist, I know she trusts me. Leading her away from the hotel, I take her down the sidewalk to stroll past the restaurants. When we’ve past two establishments, we come upon a Dairy Queen, and I ask her, “Want some ice cream?”

She looks up at me and says with a sweet smile. “Sure.”

I open the door for her, and she walks in. She waits for me to join her, but she doesn’t slide back inside my embrace. We walk up to the counter and I ask her. “Do you have a favorite?”

“Of course,” she laughs. “A Hot Fudge Sunday, please.” The sound is beautiful, and I see the confident woman I saw at my brother’s house return.

I step up to the counter, order hers with a vanilla cone for myself. She teases me. “Vanilla is boring.”

I chuckle. “That’s not necessarily true. All flavors begin with vanilla. So, in reality, vanilla is the foundation for the rest of the flavors because it’s pure.”

She squints her eyes and looks at me with new appreciation. I chuckle to myself.Nope, I’m not just brawn, I’ve got a brain too.

After I pay, we are given a number, and I ask Lizzy where she would like to sit. “Outside.”

I bow slightly and wave my hand, “After you.”

She smiles, twirls around, and twitches her cute little ass to a place on the patio that’s secluded. When she chooses a chair, she reaches for it, but I lean over her, intercept her hand, and pull her chair back for her to sit. Her smile tells me manners are important to her, and I scored more brownie points.

B.A. pullsthe chair out across from me, but before he can sit, our ice cream order is called. Watching him walk back to the counter, I study him.Fuck! He’s unbelievably good-looking, totally swoon-worthy, and his kiss was so velvety and smooth!

He takes my cup and his cone, then heads back to me. Unable to resist, he lifts his ice cream to his mouth, sticks his tongue out, and drags a nice long lick from bottom to top. Instantly, I tingle, knowing I want that tongue doing that to my pussy. I look down, trying not to give my thoughts and feelings away. I don’t want him getting the wrong idea about the kind of girl I am after what just happened to me. I was careless, but I’m not easy.

I shudder again thinking about what could have happened. Greg and Matt could have …. Stop! Don’t let those horrible thoughts get inside your head. Thank God, B.A. is the kind of man who is willing to take action and step up to defend someone when they need it.

I look up at him, and smile. He’s the kind of man women like me dream of. Suddenly, the truth of that thought clears the fog of desire from my mind. Men like him don’t notice women like me, much less hookup. He’s too awesome and I’m nothing special. I feel the air leave my chest. The all too familiar depression fills the pit of my stomach. He’s not flirting with me! He’s feeling sorry for me! For crying out loud, he apologized before he kissed me! His kiss was just to get rid of Greg and Matt without a fight. His attention is because he looks at me as a victim and he rescued me from the bad guys. I lower my head and cover my face. I moan softly, “I’m so fucking stupid!”

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