Page 3 of Stone Cold Bad
I glanced through to the bar and saw three men who looked as ugly as they looked mean and who seemed to be looking for someone.My money was on the pretty little thing backing down the hallway.
I stood still, and she slammed right into me.She gasped and swung around, wielding her pillowy soft backpack.It struck me on the shoulder.
I peered down at her.Hell, she had a mouth that could make a dead man’s cock stand straight up out of the grave.“If you want to use a backpack as a weapon, you need to at least put in a brick or one of those damn textbooks they made us carry around in high school.”
She looked back toward the bar area.The three pumped up assholes were walking through the tables checking people out.Hopefully, Slade wouldn’t say something insulting to them, but knowing my brother, there was no way he’d keep his mouth shut.
The trio of self-important badasses swept toward the hallway.The girl dropped her backpack, grabbed my arm and pulled me around to hide her from view.She was pressed between me and the wall when their footsteps landed in the hallway.She reached up with her hand and pulled my face down to hers for a kiss.I shielded her more by putting my arms around her small waist and enveloping her completely in my embrace.She was trembling like a kitten stranded out in the snow.The thugs squeezed past to check out the bathrooms.One of them cleverly mumbled that we should ‘get a room’.
The kiss continued.It was an act and felt like one at first, her soft lips pressing urgently and nervously against my mouth.But as it continued, she suddenly seemed more pliable in my arms, some of the fear and tension was melting away.My tongue stroked her upper lip in a silent plea to go deeper.Her lips parted.A tiny moan rolled up from her throat as my tongue pushed in between her lips.
She stiffened again as one of the men said, “now that we’re in here, I’ve got to take a piss.Check out front to see if the bitch is hiding in the parking lot.”
Two of the men walked back out.The other stayed in the bathroom.Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth from hers, took her hand and picked up her bag.I led her down to the end of the hallway and turned right toward a storage closet.I turned the knob.It was open.We slipped inside.
“You should be safe in here until they leave,” I said.She dropped the bag, leaned back against the wall and her long dark lashes fluttered down to shade her pale cheeks.She looked tired and lost.
I walked up to her and rested my hand on the wall next to her head.She opened her lids and peered up at me with round blue eyes.Could easily get fucking lost in those sapphire blue pools.
I pushed her bangs aside to get a better view of her face.“After a kiss like that, I think I deserve an explanation.”
THREE
JADE
Istared up at the man I’d used as a human shield.Why the hell did trouble always follow me?And this guy was definitely trouble, and the worst kind of trouble because he was wrapped up in an incredible package of muscles, ink and heartbreak.
“Sorry, that wasn’t really a kiss.I was just smashing my face against yours so that those guys couldn’t see me.Thanks again for that.”I tried to sidle past him.He stuck his leg between my thighs.
I sucked in a wavering breath.He caught my reaction.The truth was, it had started as an all-business kiss, it was the first thing I could think of when I saw Ray’s lap dogs coming toward the hallway.I hadn’t really noticed that the guy was incredibly beautiful until after I’d spun him toward me and pushed my mouth up to his.He had kissed back in a way that made me instantly melt in his arms.A skilled kisser with a face and body to match, always a lethal combination.
His hand slipped beneath my skirt.I hadn’t seen it coming.The guy was bold as hell and with a hard edge that made him just that much more appealing.I stared unflinchingly at him as he rubbed his fingers across the crotch of my panties.A satisfied smile crossed his face as his fingers touched the moisture, the wetness he’d coaxed from me with his damn kiss.
“See, now those wet panties tell me that it was a real kiss and a good one.”He leaned closer.He even smelled strong and tough like aftershave that had been made with leather and iron and musk.Whatever the heck it was, it made my head spin.
He glanced toward the door.“I figure we’ve got a few minutes until those fools give up and leave this place.What could we possibly do to pass the time?”He pulled the crotch of my panties aside.I tried to squirm away from his touch, but he followed, not in a forceful threatening way but in a patient, persistent way.
He kept one hand braced on the wall as he leaned toward me.In a gesture inconsistent with the dangerous, hard man in front of me, he pressed his free hand gently against my face.“You look like you’ve been through some shit tonight, darlin’.”He lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me.His fingers pushed past the crotch of my panties, and his callused thumb ran over my clit.
I gasped against his mouth and wiggled away from his hand again.His fingers followed.“Shh, relax.I’m going to make some of the dark crap go away.”His fingers pushed inside of me.I grabbed his shirt for support as my body gave way to the feel of his hand between my legs.My breaths came in short spurts.An hour ago, I was fighting off vile Ray, the man who I’d lived with for the past three years, but here I was, standing in a utility closet with a complete stranger’s fingers jammed in my pussy, and I didn’t want him to stop.His skill with his mouth and tongue was rivaled by his talented fingers.He knew exactly where to touch and with just the right amount of pressure and attention.His thumb strummed my clit like a fine instrument while his finger fucked me with a perfect, solid rhythm that made my grasp on his shirt tighten.
I rocked my hips to grind harder against his fingers.I was in complete delirium at the notion of this hot guy making me come in the center of a utility closet, and all while Ray’s minions were out scouring the parking lot for me.
The man’s green eyes faded to chalky gray as his attention to my pussy seemed to be giving him erotic pleasure too.With solid determination, he teased my pussy bringing me closer and closer to climax.
I was just a few strokes away and desperate to finish when the door opened.I should have jolted in alarm or shame but I didn’t.I was in a fucking trance.His fingers and the way he stared at me with those pale eyes held me captive.
Another face appeared through the haze.It was a man equally tall and handsome but with darker eyes and lighter hair.His brother, I thought to myself as I continued to move against his hand.The green eyed man’s concentration had not been broken either.
“Figures you snagged her before I could even introduce myself,” the other man said.“Nice.”He stared down at his brother’s hand between my legs.“And not a stroke missed, you dawg.Proud to call you my brother.Now finish this because Hunter needs us.”
He was having a conversation and his brother was watching and somehow it didn’t matter.I was completely determined to finish this or die from disappointment.He was like a fucking pussy wizard.Magical.
“Is Hunter in trouble?”my captor asked, without missing a beat.
“Nope, but the guy he’s pounding is.”
“I guess that’s fifty-fucking-three, you cocksure, sticky fingers pro.You’ve got this contest in the bag.”His footsteps pounded the cement floor and the door shut.
