Page 15 of Tied to You
“Over my dead body,” Travis replies stepping closer.
A few guys leave. I’m guessing they’re all too aware of how this might go down if I actually beat him. I’m curious enough to let it play out. “Thatcan be arranged,” I half whisper, just loud enough for him to grasp what I’m saying.
All eyes that are left, hone in on the black ball.
The last shot.
I step up to the table, bending at the waist. I’m well aware my tits are dangling at a precarious angle for all the men here to see. But I don’t care. “Tell you what.”
Travis looks down at me from the other side of the table, his gaze flitting to my chest before it meets mine, peering up at him through my lashes. His eyes suddenly appear darker.
“I make this last shot, this all stops. You let me do my job. No more being a dick for the sake of it.”
Travis purses his lips, slowly nodding his head in thought.
Without moving from my position, I watch him contemplate his decision before he slowly starts taking small steps towards me. He stops directly behind me. If I move, he’ll think his move is affecting me. I mean, it is—my knickers are soaked, but he never needs to know that. But if I don’t immediately stand up, is that an invitation?
“And if you lose?” he asks in his low tone.
Shit… then what? “I,” I have no more words.Fuck.
Feeling him bend behind me, his groin presses into my behind, and I watch as his palms press flat to the table, caging me in either side of my arms.
I suck in a sharp breath aware people are still watching us.
“Seeing as you don’t seem to be able to answer, let me tell you what will happen.”
I swallow. Hard.
“You win, I’ll think about easing up. But if you lose,” his lips brush my ear, making my back arch, “I fuck you on this table.” His whisper is only loud enough for me to hear.
“Get on with it you two,” some old guy shouts at us.
Then Travis stands, and my body instantly feels cold.
My nipples harden. Every part of me wants to squeeze my thighs together just to create some sort of friction. Steeling my composure, I ignore every single beat of my heart, every flurry of need nestling into my blood, and I take my shot.
It goes in, and the men all gasp, laughing and pointing at Travis.
As much as it feels good to win. I wish I’d missed. The look on his face isn’t one I enjoy.
He looks so mad when our eyes meet, it makes me wonder what the hell I was thinking? I’ve been desperate to get laid for weeks now, and this guy just offered it on a plate. And what do I do? I go and pot the ball, not only ruining my chance of being fucked by this man, but potentially making him feel inadequate in front of his friends.
Shit. What have I done?
Travis turns quicker than a tornado and flies down the stairs.
Just as I go to move towards him, I’m blocked by Dean. “Leave him. Let him cool off. He’s not the nicest guy when he’s mad.”
I look at the stairs then back to Dean, giving him a slight nod of my head.
We sit in an awkward silence for God knows how long. With every minute that passes, the men around me appear more drunk. One man stands bent over a woman laid back on a table, his lips sucking liquid from her navel. She giggles, and he hungrily licks his way over her bare torso, over her covered breasts and to her neck.
I watch them kiss before another man steps forward and has his turn.
“So, you work for Mick?”
I turn my attention from the woman and man and look up at Dean sat next to me. “Yeah. Started yesterday.” My lips pull into a pathetic, incredulous smile.
