Page 9 of Unloaded
I barely manage to stifle a derisive snort at the thought. I don’t need to be thinking along those lines. I don’t know her well, but I can already tell she’s entirely too good for me. Still, that doesn’t keep me from wanting her.
Maybe I could indulge, just for a night, but if she gets hired to work at the restaurant Marley and Luke are planning to open, it would complicate things if we had to see each other all the time.
I’m overcome with jealousy when she indicates she has someone waiting for her at home. The moment she tells us about her younger brothers, I try to hide my relief, but I’m not sure I’m successful.
I want to know her, but I can’t give in to this attraction. I’m not capable of the touchy, feely shit my brothers dote on their women. I just don’t have it in me. At least, I never have before, but the woman next to me has me thinking of just such things. I want to reach out and touch her long, dark hair.Is it as soft and silky as it appears?
“Isn’t that right, Rosco?” Marley questions, drawing me out of my fantasy. I blink, looking around. Everyone is staring at me. It seems I’ve lost part of the conversation while being distracted by Rachel’s presence.
“What?” I ask, drawing a round of chuckles from those sitting around us. I frown in irritation.Great!Something else for Dalton and Kelvin to give me shit over.
“I was just telling Rachel how immature you guys are and how difficult it is to keep you in line,” Marley answers with a knowing grin. “Since Rachel is going to be working for us, I think she’ll fit right in and be an asset to me and Shelby. I’m thinking she can help us wrangle you guys.”
I contemplate her response. It’s true we are a little immature at times. I’d definitely like to see Rachel become a part of our group, but it’s not a good idea. I’m not sure I can keep my hands off her if I have to be around her for any extended period of time. She’s drawing me in like gravity. Sitting next to her is driving me crazy. Her tantalizing scent is all around me, despite the smell of fried foods and beer.
“Really?” Rachel asks, her tone full of shock. “You’re going to hire me?” Marley is nodding and grinning. Rachel’s face breaks into a gorgeous smile. Her face lights up, and I swear by all that is holy she looks like an angel sent straight from heaven.
Rachel’s perfume drifts into my nostrils. A most intriguing and delightful scent, and it sucks me under to drown out everything else. It’s a mix of raspberries and vanilla with a hint of something floral. I catch myself leaning closer as I inhale deeply.
My cock hardens as I imagine being surrounded by her fragrance while I hover over her, driving myself deep into her heat. I can almost feel my lips on her smooth skin and see her hair in my hand while she moans my name as I bring her to release.
Rachel, nudging my arm, pulls me from my musings. I look at her expectantly. “Um, I’d like to get out,” she says softly. My brow furrows. It seems I’ve again, missed part of the conversation. “I need to leave,” she states patiently.What? She’s leaving?
Understanding finally clicks into place. I remember she mentioned needing to get home to her little brothers. I slide out of my seat, reluctantly, taking her hand to help her out of the booth. I’m not ready for her to leave yet, but I have no reason to ask her to stay. I’m not going to be the next poor sap to be turned down by her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow, Marley,” Rachel says, turning to my sister-in-law, “at nine, right?” Marley nods with a smile. “Thank you again for interviewing me.”
“I’m really glad Jay brought you over!” Marley exclaims. “You are just what we need.”
“Let me walk you to your car,” I suggest before she can get away. Rachel gives me an assessing look but eventually agrees. Needing to touch her, I place my hand to her lower back and guide her to the front door.
Once we are out of the noise of the bar, I turn to her. “Where did you park, angel?”
She nods to our left, heading in that direction. I follow, keeping my head on a swivel as we make our way across the parking lot. I’m not taking any chances with Rachel’s safety. Jay has plenty of lights and security cameras in and around the bar and parking lot. We’d added even more after Marley’s and Shelby’s abductions, but one can never be too careful.
“This is me,” Rachel says as we reach an older model, light blue mini-van. She stops abruptly turning toward me. I’m not prepared for her sudden change in momentum or position. I inadvertently crowd into her personal space nearly knocking her off her feet. My hands go to her waist instinctively to keep her from falling.
“Oh!” she exclaims, tilting her head up to look at me with startled hazel eyes. Her hands come up to grip my arms. We are suddenly in a very intimate position. Our bodies pressed together.
Without conscious thought, I back her up into the driver’s door of her van and lean down, pressing my lips to hers. They are soft and pliant under mine. I dart my tongue along the seam of her lips. She opens allowing me access to her angelic mouth. The sweetest taste bursts on my tongue. I’m instantly addicted, needing more.
A soft moan escapes her as I deepen the kiss, swallowing down her sounds. She tastes so fucking good; I’m lost in her. Her hands move from my biceps to wrap around my neck, holding me to her.
Her breasts press against my chest. I can feel her peaked nipples through the fabrics separating us. She presses into me, while my hands slide around her back. One hand moves south to her ass, pulling her closer to me, my dick lengthening in my jeans. My other hand drifts up her back and into her hair, holding her where I need her.
I devour her mouth, exploring every bit of it. Our tongues dancing as if we’ve kissed a thousand times. How long we are lost in each other, I don’t know, but at long last we come up for air. Both of us panting from the intensity of that scorching kiss. Reality comes crashing back as voices carry across the parking lot.What the fuck did I do?
“Fuck, angel, I’m sorry,” I rasp. My voice husky from the desire raging through me. “I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t mean to force myself on you.”
Rachel gazes up at me her eyes are hooded in desire, before morphing into annoyance. She pushes against my chest putting distance between us.
“I kissed you back in case you didn’t notice,” Rachel huffs with aggravation. “If I didn’t want you to kiss me, I’d have made it abundantly clear, big guy.” She pushes me back another couple of steps.
The night air cooling our heated bodies causes me to take a step toward her, not yet ready to lose the connection I’d felt when I held her. Rachel’s hand comes up to stop me from taking her in my arms again.What the fuck is wrong with me?I don’t feel this way about women.Ever!
“It was really nice to meet you Rosco. I enjoyed the kiss, but I need to get going. See you around.” She opens the door of her vehicle and slips inside, leaving me gaping at her as she drives away without a backward glance. I stand there gawking after her for a moment or two before getting a hold of myself.
Shit!She’s damn near perfect for me, full of sass and confident in what she wants. It should scare the fuck out of me and on some levels it does, but on a deeper level, it makes me want more. More of her. But I can’t go there, not with anyone, and especially not her. She is entirely too tempting. I won’t be able to resist her if I go any further.
