Page 48 of Needing More
Neither Hayden nor Vic laughed. Vic could see the simmering anger on Hayden's face. For Vic, it felt as if he was drifting at sea. Her words had cut into his already weakened defenses, exposing the part of him that wanted to shout his need for her through the roof. His hands twitched at his sides as fantasies of pulling her into his arms and kissing her right now in front of everyone swirled in his head. There would certainly be no bachelorette party that night if he did that. Hayden would without a doubt start punching and the night would dissolve into violence and bitterness.
There was a short double honk from outside followed by car doors slamming shut. The first customers of the night were here.
Hayden looked to Sapphire. "We're going to talk about this later."
Not at all fazed by his threat, Sapphire hopped off the bar and stood in front of Hayden. Reaching up she snaked her arms around his neck. Like a man defeated, Hayden's eyes softened as he bent down, allowing her to wrap her arms the rest of the way, and met her lips with his.
After a brief, intense kiss Sapphire pulled back and gave him an equally quelling look. "Whatever you want as long as you do as I say," she said and pointed to him with narrowed eyes. "No getting fondled."
Smirking, Hayden nodded as she kissed Joel and then stepped back.
"Okay, sweetheart," Joel began as he fished in his pocket and pulled out his keys. "Let's get you-"
"Why don’t you take her home?" Hayden asked, and everyone paused and looked at him. Ignoring their skeptical stares, Hayden kept his eyes on Vic. "You have to swing by your dad's house anyways before coming back, you may as well take her back."
Another knife clawed at his wall of defenses and Vic could feel the seedling of hope beginning to sprout. Keeping his face unreadable, he nodded and pulled out his own keys.
Saying her goodbyes, Sapphire followed him down the back hallway to the back door as Joel opened up the bar's front door. Outside, Vic got onto his bike and started it up.
"This will be the first time I've ever ridden with you before," she said quietly.
Looking at her from his seated position, he was nearly eye-to-eye with her. "And it won't be the last," he said with of much as a vow to her as to himself.
Biting her lip, she averted her gaze but Vic caught the small smile on her lips. His heart hammered in his chest as she grabbed his shoulders and swung onto the back of the big bike. Without prompt, her hands slid around his waist and her body molded to his as she held on tight.
Fuck. His dick began to throb.
Pushing the button for the back gate to open, he slowly guided the bike out and closed the gate. In seconds they were taking off down the dark road. The feel of her body, the possessive words she said earlier, and Hayden's odd allowing behavior to touch his girl, it was like riding a high. Vic was almost scared he was going to wake up. The only way this night could get better was if he went home and found his father cold and dead.
No. Calm down. You're flying too close to the sun on that one,he mentally told himself.
With an echoing rumble off of the buildings, Vic pulled the bike to a stop in front of the café. Beyond the glow of the streetlamps, the street was pitch black around them. Propping up his bike, he took out his phone and disarmed the café before unlocking it. Inside he locked the door and turned to her.
Sapphire gave him a wary look.
She had every right to be cautious. Alone, in the dark, after riding with the love of his life on the back of his bike, a lesser man would have her bent over one of the café couches right now making her his. Thankfully, Vic was not a lesser man—for now.
"Don't worry, angel. I got to hold you tonight and pretend you were mine," he said thickly. "You're safe from me, for now."
Sapphire looked up at him and Vic could see the urgent need in her eyes that only made his blood pulse faster. Stepping closer to her, he backed her into the counter as his hands came up and ran through his loose hair. Vic growled low and shut his eyes. God, he wanted to touch her. He could feel his control slipping beneath his fingers as he fought the urge.
The tug at his hair made his eyes snap open and he groaned in defeat as she pulled him to her lips. Like a man starved, he covered her mouth with his. Licking, biting, and sucking, he took every little whimper she had to offer as he pressed her against his body. Without tears or protest, she came to him, holding him just as tightly as she swirled her tongue against his.
"Fucking hell," he gasped pulling back just enough to yank up her shirt and bra. Like divine gifts from the gods, her breasts fell out with a little provocative jiggle and he bowed his head in worship. Taking one velvety bud into his mouth Vic suckled and pulled at the flesh until she cried out. "You're killing me," he groaned, turning to torture the twin bud. "Do you know that? You're tearing me apart piece by piece. I want to put you on your hands and knees right here, angel. Would you cry if I did that? Would you fight me if I took you right here and made you clean me off afterward?" he growled.
He watched the delicate line of her throat as she swallowed out of fear and desire.
"I'm not sure how much longer I can live without you," he confessed. His body was shaking at the control he was exerting over his baser instincts. Kissing her once more, he pulled her top roughly back down and guided her, dazed, to the stairs. With a gentle shove, he pushed her up the stairs and closed the door, and locked it before she could say anything and break the last remaining wall of his willpower.
Every step as he locked and armed the café once more felt like a nail driving into his balls. Vic's body practically bellowed in rage as the rest of him caught up with his traitorous mind and realized they were leaving her behind.
After checking on his father and being disappointed to find him still alive, Vic returned to the bar that was gearing up to be in full swing. About twenty or so people were here now. Regulars who always showed up and planted themselves in various parts of the bar. They had a little time before the real chaos of the night began.
Vic stomped behind the bar and yanked a clean towel off the shelf and slung it over his shoulder.
Standing near the register next to Hayden, Joel looked at him quizzically. "Why do you look like someone pissed in your Cheerios?"
Vic slowly turned and fixed both Joel and Hayden with a deadly stare. "Maybe because it feels like dying by a thousand cuts dropping the girl you're not supposed to be in love with at your brothers' house."
