An Outlaw Wedding(33)

“I need to go to the bathroom.” The low sound that left him was one of irritation, and she chuckled softly. She turned and headed to the bathroom, did her business, and once she was at the sink and washing her hands she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her dark hair was getting longer, nearly touching the center of her back now. Nico had asked her to grow it out for the wedding, and she couldn’t help but think that he wanted it long so he’d have something to hold onto when he fucked her. A shiver worked through her. Before she was anything more than friends with Nico she had never spoken so coarsely or with so much vulgarity in her tone. But it was like Nico brought out this other side in her, one that wanted to be bad and say bad things.

Alexis grinned at herself.

She was turned on, incredibly so, and she wanted out of here and in his bed just as badly as he wanted her under him. But it was also fun, and arousing, to tease the beast inside of him. She turned and left the bathroom, and her gaze was on her floor. She slammed right into someone, stumbled back, and had to brace her hand on the door to steady herself.

“So sorry.” The scent of alcohol filled her nose instantly, and when she looked up it was to see a college aged guy standing right in front of her. He was bracing his hands on the doorframe, too, but it was clear he was drunk as hell. His glossy eyes were half-lidded and red-rimmed, and he smelled like a brewery. But she remembered seeing him over at the bar with a few other guys. They had been loud and obnoxious as they counted down their shots, but Alexis and Nico had been in their own little world and hadn’t paid much attention to them.

“Hey.” He grinned this lopsided smile, and she wrinkled her nose at the sour smell that came from him.

“Excuse me.” She went to move past him, but he reached out and grabbed her arm.

She looked down at where he held her and cocked a brow. “If you want to keep that hand, and your balls, I’d suggest you let me go.”

His response was another sloppy smile. “I saw you sitting with that douche, the one with the lame leather vest on.” He leaned in close, and she moved her head back an inch. “I can be a bad boy for you.” He went to kiss her, totally liquored up and out of his mind, and frankly an idiot, but she could handle herself.

She wrenched her arm out of his grasp and went to turn away without responding, but she came face-to-face with Nico. Her grizzly bear biker was looking rightly pissed, but before he could react, the college asshole grabbed for her again. He was most definitely not from Steel Corner, because if he had been he would have walked away knowing who he was fucking with. Alexis turned, felt her own bear rise up and give her strength, and then brought her knee up. She connected right with the college guy’s junk, and a wave of satisfaction filled her when the asshole fell to his knees and cupped himself right away. Alexis turned and faced Nico, and it was to see him smiling.

“Well, damn. I was going to handle the fucker, but looks like my woman showed me that she can take care of herself.” Nico pulled her into the hardness of his body and claimed her mouth. He kissed her for several seconds, but when the douche on the floor started groaning louder, Nico pulled away and looked down at him. Alexis could see his bear was still right at the surface. If she knew anything about bikers, or bear shifters, it was that they didn’t forget about shit like this, and wouldn’t be content until blood was spilled.

“Come on, Nico, let’s just go home so you can fuck me.” She had used the word again that seemed to make him putty in her hands, and just as she was hoping, he growled low in approval. He grabbed her hand and said, “You know how to defuse a situation, that’s for fucking sure.”

She reached out and ran her fingers along his hard shaft pressing against his jeans.

“Okay, I need to get you home now, or I’m liable to come right in my fucking pants, Alexis.” And then he was all but pulling her out of the restaurant, across the parking lot, and nearly tossing her ass in the passenger seat of his truck. She was laughing the whole time she watched him quickly make his way around the front of the vehicle and then finally climb in. Nico wasted no time in started the car and pulling out onto the street. His place was a half hour drive from the bar and grille they had gone to in the small shifter town of Sweet Water. The owner of the restaurant, Trace Dakota, was a polar bear shifter and had known the club for a few years now, but because they lived in different towns they really didn’t speak very often.

Nico was driving like a madman, and she decided to have a little more fun with him. Reaching across the seat she started to undo his button and zipper of his jeans, but Nico didn’t stop her. In fact, he shifted on the seat to allow her better access.