Alpha Male Romance(6)

“Do you have others?”

Nance's voice pulled me out of the past and I was grateful. While I wasn't quite as determined as Zed, I wouldn’t say no to sex, and this conversation had the potential to end in bed. Much better than thinking about my miserable childhood.

“I do.” I pulled up my right sleeve and twisted toward her so she could see the barbed wire around my upper arm. “There's a flag on my shoulder.” I straightened and pulled up the bottom of my shirt. “And this one.” The Celtic sun around my belly button had been part of a dare my senior year of high school.

“Nice.” The admiration in her voice and eyes made it clear that she wasn't just referring to the quality of the design and the ink. “Army?”

I nodded. “That obvious?”

She shrugged, a smile playing around her lips. “Not exactly. Your friend likes to talk.”

I laughed. “Yes, he does,” I agreed. “What about you?”

“Do I like to talk?” she teased.

I took a drink and waited for her to actually answer. This wouldn’t be anything beyond a night of sex, maybe two nights if she wasn't busy tomorrow, but I'd never been good at the sort of hookups that didn't have at least some of this song and dance.

“I'm a teacher,” she said. “Kindergarten.”

“Married?” I asked as I looked down at her hand. I may not have been looking for a relationship, but I still had rules, and one was that I didn't help women cheat.

She shook her head. “Why bother?” She leaned closer and put her hand on my knee. “It's a lot more fun meeting people like you.”

“Really?” I asked as I leaned toward her, giving her the opportunity to slide her hand higher up my thigh.

She nodded and put her mouth next to my ear. “I also have a tattoo. And a piercing.”

My dick jumped at her words, going from mildly interested to very interested in a matter of seconds. I could take or leave tattoos or piercings on women, but something about Nance told me that I definitely wanted to find hers.

“You think your roommate will care if I take you back to your place without her?” I asked. “I'm pretty sure Zed'll end up back there tonight anyway.”

She slid off the stool and moved between my legs. With me sitting, we were the same height. Her eyes met mine, then flicked down, as if she couldn't hold my gaze very long. I wondered if she was second-guessing her flirting. I hoped not, because I didn't want to sit around here, trying to find someone else.

I slid my hands up her legs to her hips and pulled her closer, fingers just barely on her firm ass. “Look at me,” I said.

She did.

“Do you want me to take you back to your place so we can fuck?” I asked bluntly.

She nodded.

“Say it,” I said. “I need you to tell me what you want so we're not misunderstanding each other.”

It might've seemed like overkill, but I'd known too many men who'd gotten themselves in trouble because they'd thought one thing and their date had thought something else. I would stop when and if I was asked, but I wasn't a mind-reader.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said, her voice soft. Her hand slid down my chest to rest on my denim-clad crotch. “I want to make you feel good.”

I stood up, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling as she took a step backward. I reached into my pocket, pulled out some cash and tossed it onto the bar. As I led Nance toward the door, Zed glanced my way and I gave him a nod. That damn smile gleamed even brighter in the lights.

The ride to Nance's apartment was thankfully short. Her hands were all over me, her mouth on my neck until I was pretty sure I’d end up with a hickey. It wasn't until she tried unzipping me right there in the back of the cab that I took control. I wrapped my hand around both of her wrists and pulled her off.

“No,” I said firmly. “I don't do exhibition.”

She gave me a pouty look that made me wonder what it would be like to have those lips wrapped around my cock right here and now, but even that couldn't dissuade me. Hooking up with some random I met at a bar was one thing. The army wouldn't look too kindly on me being arrested for indecent exposure.

Her apartment was on the third floor, but not surprisingly, the elevator wasn't working. With Nance being a teacher, and I was assuming that her roommate was something along the same lines, even their joint income wouldn't be enough to get them into something bigger. It was big enough for what I wanted though.

It had two bedrooms, and that was all I cared about. The walls were thin, so I knew we'd be hearing Zed and the roommate when they came in, but I could deal with that. What I hadn't wanted was two beds in a single room where I'd have to actually see Zed performing. That was a little too personal for me.