Page 13 of Scrooged for the Holidays
I smile softly at her, and for a brief second, I watch the corner of her lips flutter before she stops a full smile from forming.
“No problem. My name is Kai, by the way.” I hold out my hand, and she stares at it. “I promise it’s clean.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Do you usually introduce yourself to your patrons?”
I keep my hand where it is, hoping she’ll reach out and accept it. “Yes, it’s part of the small-town charm.”
Her harsh features soften a tiny bit, and she shifts on the stool, her hand finally reaching out to take mine. “I’m Greer.”
Our palms connect, and I have to do everything in my power not to react. The hair on the back of my arm rises, and the hunger in my gut that had been manageable for the time being flares to life. It only strengthens when a small sound akin to a whimper escapes her red lips.
Without thinking, I squeeze her hand, my larger one gripping the soft skin. “It’s nice to meet you, Greer.”
Her body remains frozen, and her eyes don’t blink. The warmth of her palm seeps into my skin as blood from my brain rushes south. I can’t say a simple touch like this has inspired such a reaction in me before. At least, not from a job, only from Sam and Remi. And even then, this feels…different somehow. Like gasoline being added to a dimming fire, making the flame roar to life.
Greer grips my hand back, and my eyes drift to her mouth. She traps her plump lower lip between her white teeth and softly bites down. I may be part angel, but the thoughts runningthrough my mind are anything but angelic. What I wouldn’t give to see those red lips wrapped around the head of my cock. To see the stains she’d leave behind on my taut skin.
I clear my throat and release her hand, taking a step away from the bar. Fuck, what am I thinking? This woman came to Elysian Pines for help, not for me to fantasize about her giving me a blowjob. Though, by the way Greer is looking at me and the feeling of arousal pulsing in the air, I’d say she’d be down to get on her knees for me.
“Kai.”
My unfocused gaze becomes clear. I turn my head toward Sam, where he sits further down the bar. His intense focus is on me, and he’s pissed. He knows my tells and no doubt felt my attraction to her through my aura and our bond as guardians and lovers.
We’ve never slept with our jobs; we guide them so they learn the lessons they’re meant to learn while they’re here and that’s it. It’s not that there are rules against it, it always just felt unspoken. We didn’t want anything to get in the way of their time here or any healing or change that could take place within them. I’ve also never wanted to, at least not as much as I do right now.
Sam lifts his empty whiskey glass. “I’d like another drink.”
“I’ll be back with your food and drink soon, Greer.”
Her eyes flutter and focus as if she’d been in a trance. She shifts in her seat again and nods. “Thanks.”
After a once-over of her sinful form, I head to Sam. His dark eyes follow me, his earlier unsteadiness gone. In its place is the brooding being I know and love, though the word “love” has always felt too trivial for explaining what I share with him and Remi. It’s deeper than that. A bond that only we can understand.
“The same?” I ask, playing my bartender role. A quick glance at Greer tells me she’s not watching. She’s pulled out her cell phone and is frowning at it.
Sam’s fingers dig into my hand on the bar, his nails pushing into my skin. I meet his eyes and hard features. If anyone but me was looking at him right now, they’d run for the hills. He’s a scary motherfucker when he wants to be.
“Two fingers this time,” Sam responds.
He’s talking about the amount of whiskey he wants, but I’m going to pretend that he isn’t. A light smile overtakes my lips.
“You know what I always say: Two fingers are better than one.”
Sam remains unamused, but what did he expect? I’m the funniest out of the three of us. Remi can be, but he’s more serious than me. It comes with being the leader of our Nephilim guardianship and the town.
“Actually…” I lean in so my face is closer to his. “I think three fingers is even better.”
Sam’s fingernails burrow into my hand until they nearly break the skin. I chuckle and use my free hand to take the whiskey that’s on the bar beside me and fill his glass. His eyes don’t leave mine, and I know he’s about to speak to me before his voice enters my mind.
What are you doing, Malachi?
Oh boy, I got the full name.Pouring you a drink, what does it look like I’m doing?
Do you need me to remind you that you have a job to do?
Then why did you pull me away from Greer?
You know why.
