Dangerous Love(2)
"Why do you think they'll listen to me?"
"Oh, honey," Jennie said, smiled, then patronizingly patted her shoulder. "Because you're so sweet. The boys are afraid of disappointing you." She turned and stalked back behind the bar, clearly pissed off.
Gah! She hated her apparent innocence. If she could turn into a bad girl overnight she would do it in a heartbeat. Maybe if she'd had more backbone then her asshole husband wouldn't have cheated. Or at least been afraid to put his dick in another woman besides his wife. Okay, hanging out with Kayla too much.
Great, now she was suddenly the in-house health department? Stupid men.
2
Already irritated from the shitty day he had, Derk Forester almost became irate when that skinny blonde bitch gave him attitude about his smokes. He gifted her with a cloud of his exhale upon her nagging, which caused her to storm off in a tizzy. At least that briefly entertained him.
Smith sat next to him, silent as usual, drinking his longneck. Derk wanted something stronger but unfortunately he had driven. Not only that, whiskey−his liquor of choice−usually turned him violent. He tried to avoid the shit when possible. Last JD night he’d had, three idiots ended up with slugs in their kneecaps.
For a Tuesday night Cards seemed pretty damn busy. No empty stools at the bar, and the crowd that waited for drinks was about two deep. He scanned the room, annoyed with the gathering that interrupted his potential cool down time.
"Is there something going on tonight?" Derk asked Smith.
His partner-in-crime's only response was a shoulder shrug. Man, even Smith grated on his last nerve.
Suddenly, roars of approval, along with cheers and cat-calls, ricocheted off every glass surface. Stepping behind the bar, a luscious little piece of ginger ass glided their direction. Along the way, she fluidly picked up empty beer bottles and without a backward glance, tossed them behind her into conveniently placed trashcans.
Cool.
A couple marriage proposals, requests to expose her breasts, and some lewd tongue gestures greeted her as she made her way toward them.
Derk's eyes remained transfixed on her. Innocence oozed out of her every pore. No wonder all these men loved her. Nothing like a doe-eyed innocent creature to stir the big bad wolf in a man. Gawd, he loved the type. Well, he loved to break them in.
And there she was, standing smack dab in front of him. Enormous sapphire blue eyes with too much fucking eyeliner gazed at him. Without a word, she slowly slid an ashtray in front of him.
"Please," she said softly. Her angelic voice went straight to his dick.
He cocked an eyebrow.
Leaning onto her forearms, settling on the bar, she toyed with the clean tray. "You see, if you smoke then others will see you and copy. Soon we're violating state law, get reported by some douche, and get fined. The owner cuts back on staff, I lose my job, and I can't afford to lose my job right now." She batted her eyelashes.
She wished it was that easy. He mimicked her posture, ending up inches away from her perfect features. He laid his lit cigarette on the edge of the ashtray.
Plump, moist lips shined with lip-gloss taunted him. The urge to plunge into that mouth fought with his rational thought process to remain hands off.
Fuck it.
Quick like a cheetah, Derk grabbed her around the neck, yanked her to him and devoured her mouth. Mint and vanilla assaulted him. For a brief moment she was too shocked to fight before she tried to push away, but his firm strength held her in place. Swiping his tongue, he forced her to open up for him. At first she resisted and shoved against his chest with a moan for him to release her. But he wanted a taste and refused to release until he received his bite.
He reached up with his other hand and cupped her cheek, running his thumb back and forth.
So soft.
She tried to dislodge herself again, but she may as well have been resisting a brick wall. Finally she relented and opened for him. Score.
Plunging deeper, covering every corner of her ripe, hot mouth, he took what he wanted and loved it. Her lack of confidence in the way her silky tongue danced with his drove him insane. His hard length felt like it could punch through his jeans. This girl could make any man crazy.
He pulled away, leaving her breathless and him needing an unplanned release. He ashed the cigarette. A snort from Smith was his buddy's only reaction.
"Cookie, you need me to bounce him?" one of the security idiots asked, appearing beside him.
Yeah, at Cards the only thing that could possible get him kicked out was pawing one of their sexy bartenders. The manager owed Derk a couple grand and he hadn't collected. Yet. Anything else he did they let him be. Whether it was bang a chic outside the restroom, beat the hell out of a guy for stepping on his boot, or walk out without settling the bill. Cards was that kind of bar with that kind of reputation, which was right up his alley.