Page 65 of Once Bitten
A smile formed on Steve’s lips, seeing her down the shots successfully, but that smile died when suddenly there were another two shots set down in front of her, and a man leaned close to her with a wink. Jordyn looked startled at his sudden appearance, but after he gestured to the shots and back to Jordyn, Steve saw her shrug and reach for the new round.
“Oh, hell no,” Steve whispered, already moving toward the bar.
“Uh oh.” Dora cringed. “Should we?” she asked, nodding toward the bar, and Jamie shook his head no.
“Nah, best not to get in Steve’s way. As that guy is about to find out.” Jamie sipped his beer and watched the scene unfold with interest. "It'll work itself out, you'll see," he said with a confident nod. Dora bit her lip but nodded and settled back against Jamie as Steve headed straight for where Jordyn and the unknown man were sitting.
“So what’s your name, gorgeous?” the man to Jordyn’s right asked her when Steve put his hand down next to Jordyn and waved down the bartender.
“Um,” Jordyn frowned and drank the last shot of the two the man had bought her. “Jordyn?” she said, her voice making it sound more like a question. She hadn’t noticed Steve because she was concentrating on calculating how much alcohol she needed to consume. She almost fell out of her seat when she heard Steve’s voice next to her.
“Two of whatever the fuck those were,” Steve said, gesturing to the empty shot glasses in front of Jordyn with a jerk of his thumb.
“Patrón,” the bartender said with a smirk, pouring the shots out.
“Yeah, whatever,” Steve muttered, turning to look at Jordyn and the now frowning man. Jordyn was staring up at Steve, speechless at his sudden appearance. She said nothing as she stared up at him. Leaning forward, Steve tucked a strand of Jordyn’s hair behind her ear. “What are you doing at the bar alone?” he whispered to her, his lips grazing her ear.
Jordyn closed her eyes and started to lean into Steve’s touch when the man next to her spoke. “Hey, I’m already talking to this one, so why don’t you get lost?” he barked.
Steve looked at him over Jordyn’s shoulder. “And now you’re not,” Steve retorted, his eyes glittering as he met the man’s gaze.
“I already put two fucking top shelf shots into her. I’m not just walking away,” he said, crossing his arms.
“Those two,” Steve said tapping the bar next to the two freshly poured shots on the bar, “are for you. She doesn’t owe you shit, so fuck off.” Reaching out for Jordyn's hand, Steve said, “Come on, doll." Jordyn gulped and took a deep breath before reaching out to take his hand, but a rough hand on her shoulder pulled her back suddenly.
“Ow.” Jordyn flinched under the rough fingers digging into her skin. “Let go,” she said, trying to shrug the man’s hand off, but Steve was already moving. His hand shot out, and he snatched the man off Jordyn, jerking his wrist up to twist the man’s wrist and yanking him away. Steve stepped into his space and slammed his foot into the back of his knee, dropping him to his knees.
“You don’t fucking touch her,” Steve hissed, applying more pressure to the man’s wrist.
“Yeah, okay! I didn’t know she was your bitch, man,” he snapped over his shoulder. “Back off!”
“Steve, don’t!” Jordyn cried, seeing the venomous look that settled into Steve’s eyes. In one neat move, he slammed the man’s head against the bar and put his foot against his throat.
“What did you call her?” he asked, leaning against the bar almost lazily while the man under his boot struggled to breathe.
“Steve, stop it!” Jordyn grabbed at his arm and yanked.
“Did you hear what he called you?” Steve asked, pushing his heel down into the man’s throat, causing him to jerk and gag. “You wanna say that again, huh?” he asked with another twist of his foot.
“Steve! Please!” Jordyn pushed herself out of her seat and wrapped her arms around his waist, trying to move him off of the man.
Steve looked down at Jordyn and sighed before he reached down and ran a finger along the deep neckline of her dress. “Fine, but I’m taking you out of here.”
“Okay! Yes, let’s go!” Jordyn agreed quickly, her eyes on the man’s face. It was taking on a shade of red that couldn’t be normal. She yelped when Steve hooked an arm around her waist and all but dragged her from the bar. He walked so fast that even in regular shoes, Jordyn would have struggled to keep up with him, but in heels she was wearing it was pretty much impossible.
“Steve, slow down! Please!” Jordyn cried, stumbling after him in her heels. She was working hard to follow him into the parking lot when he turned and swept her up into his arms and carried her. A few catcalls followed them from the people waiting in line as they disappeared around the corner of the building, where Steve’s motorcycle was parked.
“Steve?” she tried, tentatively, but when he looked down at her, his mouth was in a tight line. He didn’t say anything for a second, and then he shoved her down on the side of his bike with a barely restrained growl. His girl was here. His girl he hadn’t heard from in a week, and she was dressed to kill. He’d nearly lost it when that asshole had put his hands on her, trying to ply her with alcohol to get her to go home with him. He felt a wave of anger wash over him thinking that a sleazy guy like that could have been the one to be with Jordyn on her first trip to the club. Instead, it had been him. He’d been lucky enough to be the one she’d picked that night, and now here they were, and he didn’t know how it had gotten so twisted up between them.
“What was that?” he asked, his hands tight on her waist. “What is this?!” he demanded, raising his eyes to hers, his fingers twisting in the fabric of her short skirt as he pushed it up her thighs.
“I wore it for you,” Jordyn admitted with a whimper.
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Jordyn was still tryingto process what had just happened. It had all happened so quickly; one minute she was trying to find her courage in a round of shots, and then there was the stranger who offered her more alcohol, and more alcohol was a good thing tonight, so she had taken it, but then Steve had suddenly appeared. He’d called her doll and brought that other man to his knees, and now Jordyn was leaning against his bike and staring up at him after he carried her through the parking lot.
It had all happened so fast and yet...and yet she was willing to do anything he wanted. She wanted to do anything with him. No, she needed to. She threaded her arms around his neck and scooted closer to him.
