Page 3 of Piper's Pyro

“Liar. I felt your eyes on me. Heard your pleas to have my cock deep inside your dripping wet, neglected pussy.”

Filthy bastard. “Must have been the bartender’s thoughts you heard. You’re not my type.”

“Here you go, babe.” Midnight set an old fashion in front of me. “Go easy. I don’t want to carry you up to your room.” She smiled at Mr. Cocksure. “Can I get you anything else? A quickie in the bathroom to hold you over until I’m off.”

He kept his intense burning gaze on me. “I’m not available tonight, but I’ll take another drink.”

“Now, who’s the liar?” I shook my head with a disgusted expression. This guy was a piece of work. Who screws with women like that? Cocksure assholes who believed they were God’s gift to women, that was who.

“What’re you talking about?” Midnight asked in confusion.

“He was screwing with you. Said he’d be long gone before you were off.” I wouldn’t lie to Midnight. She was my friend and seemed to want him. Then again, she liked most men.

“Thanks for telling me, babe.” She filled the asshole’s glass and left.

“You enjoyed dashing her hopes. Why?”

I scoffed. “You’re so full of yourself. She’s my friend. I was protecting her from you.”

“You were jealous I gave her attention instead of you.”

“Oh my God.” I threw my head back and laughed. “Don’t attempt to analyze me because clearly, you’re a narcissist who believes he’s every woman’s wet dream.” It was freaky how he had me pegged, but I’d never admit anything.

“You want me.” He moved to the stool beside me.

“In your dreams.” A maelstrom of sensations rushed through my veins. What was he doing? Fucking with me, obviously.

“You’re not my type either.” His statement crushed me.

“Good.”

“How does that make you feel?” His eyes lowered to my lips.

“Relieved.”

“Liar. You wouldn’t be flushed and quivering if you didn’t want me. I might be able to make an exception for you.”

“Make an exception? How lucky for me, but I’d rather take my chances jumping out of a plane without a parachute.” The gall of him.

“Don’t be offended. You’re not unpleasant to look at. I’ve been with uglier.”

I gaped. “Fuck off.”

“Okay.” He stood with his drink in hand. “As I said, I’m not here for pussy.” He was about to leave when…

“Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?” the man I’d smiled at asked.

Mr. Cocksure didn’t move.

“Um… Sure.” I patted the empty stool on my left side and smiled victoriously when my opponent growled.

Take that, Mr. Cocksure.

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Pyro

An inferno of hate and lust twisted my soul into a destructive tornado while I tried to contain myself beside the gorgeous brunette who’d managed to strike a fire in me—something no woman had ever done.

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