Needing Me, Wanting You(21)

“Get off the bike,” I snap at Miss Thing, my lips wrapped around a cigarette. She gives me a weird look, staring straight at and through me with those green eyes. They're about the same shade as Kimmi's, as mine. Green, but with flecks of gold instead of brown. Two little clovers right there in that cute as a fuckin' button face. Even with that ugly T-shirt and those loose jeans, I can tell the babe's got a body. After a brief moment of hesitation, Miss Emily 'Tease' Hathorne climbs off and wipes her sweaty palms on the thighs of her jeans. “If we're gonna get to Nashville alive, we gotta eat.”

“Eat?” Tease looks back at the diner behind us, silhouetted against the slowly setting sun. Something about summer is just weird to me, like the days aren't really longer, just that the sun takes more time to set, wading through golden light in its quest to escape the sky.

“Yeah, eat,” I snap and then force the smile back onto my face. I continue to smoke my cigarette, watching as Tease's eyes catch on the burning cherry. “Listen, darlin', I feel like I been rode hard and hung up to dry. My mouth's as dry as a nun's cunt and it's hotter than a billy goat's ass in a pepper patch. All I want to do is have a damn Coke, a burger, and some fuckin' fries.” I flip the cigarette at her and watch in surprise as she manages to catch it, taking a drag and closing her eyes. “But first, take off your jacket.”

Tease pauses, glancing around at the mostly empty parking lot. I'm not worried about taking her into the diner. Club business is club business. I know she knows she doesn't stand a snowball's chance in hell if she flaps her lips at the waitress.

“No.”

“What the fuck do you mean, no?” I growl, moving forward and getting in her face again. I don't mean to be so darn nasty, but hey, my fuckin' life is in shit shambles right now, and this bitch is the enemy. “My grandma taught me manners, missy, but I don't extend courtesies to the enemy. I ask you to take your jacket off, please. Last chance.”

“Or you'll take it off for me?” she asks, and I almost lose my shit. Hot little redhead asks me to take something off? Fuck. I look her up and down again, taking in her creamy soft skin, her long fingers, bright eyes. She's young, probably eighteen, nineteen at the most. I might be a couple o' years older, but I can't say I'd be opposed to playing around. If only we had the time or leisure.

“Or yeah, I could make that happen for you. You definitely don't want to tease me. If I want your jacket off, it's coming off.” Teases swallows and stares me down. I can tell she's used to following orders, but I'm also the enemy. I know how she's been raised, what she's been told. Typical ol' lady, even if she belongs to her damn brother. Fucking weird shit going on here. I bet this girl is going to fight me tooth and nail.

“Then do it,” she says defiantly, red lips a shade too dark for her face. I'd like to see them pale and pink, a compliment to her skin instead of a contrast. Or not. Get your head out of your hard as fuck dick, Beck. I can feel my cock brushing up against the inside of my jeans. So inappropriate, so out of place. So me. Forgive me my sins, Melissa, baby. I will find you. “Right here in this parking lot, in front of all these people. Fight me. I know you can overpower me, and you can get your way, but it's going to cost you.”

“I've been a lot of places, seen a lot of things, you sure you want to fight me on this?” Tease stands tall and unapologetic, staring me down with her softly sloping eyes. Naturally, my gaze travels downwards, towards her breasts, but since there ain't nothin' to see, I end up focusing on her collarbone. My eyes trace the fine line there, imagining what would happen if I touched my fingers to it, curled my nails around the gray cotton of that tee and tore it clean off. I sure would like to get my frustrations out right now. I won't force myself on the girl, but if she wants to fight me, a fight is what she'll get.

I reach out and grab her around the wrist, lightning quick. I don't doubt that she's a tough lady. You have to be to exist in this world, whether you're a full patched member like Mireya or an old lady like this chick. But toughness doesn't necessarily prepare a person for my own personal Beck bullshit. I yank Tease forward on her bare feet, pulling her across the gravel without much effort. Her body slams into mine, breasts smashing up against my chest as my arm snakes around her back and grabs hold of the jacket.

My dick gets hard as a rock, grinding painfully against my jeans as I struggle to keep in control of myself.

“Jacket, off,” I growl into her ear, getting a little too close with my teeth, scraping her skin and sending chills through her body. I can feel her shaking against me, but not out of fear. I've kidnapped the girl, threatened her, and she's not afraid. Either she's just plain stupid or I really do have that magnetic, magical charm I always boast about.