Page 48 of Truth
His mouth is on mine before I finish. My arms find their place over his strong shoulders as he wraps a capable arm around my waist, the other up my back to my neck, lifting me from the ground I wrap my legs around his waist to be carried backward. We are lips and tongues mixed with passion, desperation, relief, and anger.
“Out!” His roar echoes through the room as I’m placed on top of the bar. I never break eye contact, but the sounds of footsteps scurrying from the remaining spectators exemplify the level of our display. Everyone better run for their lives because we may destroy this place. I reach for his face, covered in stubble, letting my fingers skim the prickly hairs, but my hand is shoved for his to take place around my throat, causing my chin to jerk up.
“You came for me to fuck you? Is this what you want, Drew?” The voice of the devil.
“Youare what I want.”
His hand tightens before letting go, but I grab his wrist, bringing the strong hand to my mouth. I run my tongue up his middle finger, then suck it between my lips and let go. His eyes take in my features. There’s such a fire inside this man, and I know it burns for me. I love him. I know it to my core. He’s mine and I’m his. My gaze lingers on his lips, watching his tongue run over the perfect pout and draw up to meet his deep, soulful hazel eyes. His eyes say everything he can’t. I part my lips to tell him everything when my attention is drawn to a voice from behind King.
“King, is there anything needed before I lock the doors?”
My eyes narrow at him even though I’m sure she isn’t anything more than an employee, but I feel possessive.
“Thank you, Sarah, but I think we’ve got it from here.” His answer is directed to her, but he is only looking at me. He seems amused by my reaction. My eyebrows raise at his response, and he drops his grin when I hold out one finger over his shoulder. I use my other hand to push him back, then use his shoulders to lower myself down to the floor.
“Who is she to you?” My tone is direct as I take her in.
“She runs my club. I trust her implicitly, and I would be very upset if she was run out without cause.”
I hear his request, but I want answers. “Do I have cause to run her out?” I tilt my head up toward his face.
“No.” His back stiffens, worry setting in. Now it’s my turn to be amused that I make him nervous.
I push past him and walk to Sarah, extending my hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for our immaturity. I’d hoped we would meet under different circumstances.”
She grins, accepting my handshake and nodding like she understands.
“I’ve seen worse. I’m happy you’re here. He needs someone to stand up to him.” She raises her eyebrows as she turns to leave. Returning her sentiment, I wink and turn around to King.
He’s leaned back against the bar with a drink in hand, taking me in as I walk back to him.
“Are you going to offer me one?” I raise a questioning eyebrow.
“No.” He narrows his eyes while taking another sip.
“Then I’ll take yours.” I reach for his glass, but he pulls it back.
“You can’t have anything without my permission anymore.” His voice is more serious, and the double meaning in his words is thick.
“What are you willing to give me?”Because I want it all.
“I’m undecided.”
I hate the look on his face. It’s fear—he’s afraid I’ll hurt him again.
“So just tell me to stop when I cross a line. I’ll only go as far as you trust me to go. Deal?”
He nods hesitantly as my hand finds the top button of his shirt. I undo it slowly, making my way to each before his shirt is completely undone. I only stop to briefly trace the tattoo on his chest. God, I missed this body. His twelve-pack casts a heavy shadow from beneath the shirt, and I run my fingers over his rock-hard stomach and up to his chest, leaning in to kiss the tatted area.
“This okay?” I ask from pressed lips against his chest, then pull back to look into his eyes.
“Fucking you isn’t my problem. It’s what to do with you after.” Smacking his drink down on the bar top, he puts his hands on my waist and walks me backward away from the bar. He jerks me forward, eliciting a surprised yelp as I’m hoisted over his shoulder. “See, that’s the problem.” Bringing his hand down on my ass hard. “The way I see it, this is all you get. I’ll give you my cock, but that’s it. That’s the only deal I’ll make with you. Take it or leave it.”
It’s a start.
Without hesitation, I whisper, “I’ll take it. But it won’t be enough.”
He places me back on my feet and looks me up and down. His expression mirrors my own frustration.
