The Rocker That Savors Me(35)

I told him I wanted a hamburger, and he just blinked at me. “Really?”

I grinned. “Yes, really. But I want a really good hamburger. The best hamburger in the world. Know a place like that?”

“Yeah, but it’s in New York.” He frowned, as if thinking about his options then turned left at a red light. “Okay. I know a good place. It isn’t the best burger you will ever eat, but it is as close as I can get without flying across the country.”

He took me to a little mom-and-pop place that was surprisingly crowded. We seated ourselves in the back at a little booth, and a waitress in her late thirties came to take our orders. She barely gave us a once over before asking us what we wanted to drink. Two cokes and two full works burgers later and we were both stuffed, of course Jesse had finished my burger because it had been so huge that I had only been able to eat half. The man could eat because not only did he have his burger and mine but he ate most of the fries that had come with both as well.

Even though I had only eaten half, it was still the best burger I had ever had. I didn’t know if it was because of the food or because of the company I had while I enjoyed it. Jesse kept me laughing through our meal—telling me all kinds of hilarious things about him and the band over the years—and I felt light hearted by the time he paid the bill.

He stood and captured my hand as soon as I was on my feet. It felt right when he entwined our fingers and pulled me close as we walked out of the restaurant. The parking lot was crowded with cars with more coming and going. It was dark out now, and there were only a few street lights to guide us to the Escalade, but I wasn’t scared; there was no one in the world stupid enough to mess with Jesse. It made me feel safe because he was so big and almost scary looking in the dim lighting.

He opened the passenger door for me but when I went to step up into the big SUV, he stopped me with a firm hand on my waist. All too willingly, I melted into his arms as his head lowered and caught my mouth. My arms snaked around his shoulders so that I could hold on while I pulled myself up his body enough to feel his cock right where I needed it the most.

I was already wet and aching for this man. His kisses made me weak at the knees, and I felt as if I was coming undone with each second that passed while his mouth tortured me with the addictive taste of him. He groaned low in his throat when I moved so that his cock was pressed against my pussy. “Fuck, Layla,” he muttered, his lips trailing down my neck and nipping at my shoulder. “Why is it that as soon as your lips touch mine, I’m ready to come in my jeans?”

“I’d rather you come in me,” I whispered brokenly and his fingers tightened their hold on my waist to the point of pain.

“I want to take you right here.” He sucked at the spot he had nipped, tenderly making blood pool at the surface. “But I’m not going to…” I whimpered in protest. I wasn’t one for public sex, but I was willing to make an exception for this man! “I promised you a date, and the night is still young, baby.” He raised his head and dark eyes captured mine. “But later...”



Jesse

If I knew that our night was going to end the way it did I would have taken her home and sunk my dick into her as soon as I had paid for dinner. Hind sight is always twenty/twenty…

I parked the Escalade in the parking lot across the road from the bar. Every time the door opened, loud music poured out. The band wasn’t due to preform until ten, so we still had an hour or so before they took the stage. For now, there was a DJ in the back playing good rock and everyone was having a good time.

The bouncer at the door barely looked at our IDs when I paid the cover charge, and then I caught hold of Layla’s hand and pulled her through the crowd toward the bar. It was so loud that I had to press my lips to her ear so that she could hear me. She shivered when I asked her what she wanted to drink.

Layla shrugged. “What are you having?” she asked.

“Let’s do some shots. You cool with that?” She nodded her head in agreement. Luckily enough, two guys were just leaving their chairs at the bar when we approached, and I lifted Layla into one before waving at the bartender.

A skinny guy with a long goatee raised a brow at me when he stopped in front of us. “What do you want Layla? Jack Daniels or Patron?”

“Patron. Jack gives me a headache.” The guy sat two shot glasses in front of us and poured our shots then added a slice of lime to each and put a salt shaker beside of the glasses. I gave him a fifty and told him to keep the change.

Before I could reach for mine, Layla already swallowed her own. I watched in fascination as she swallowed without so much as flinching and bit into the lime without bothering with the salt. Fuck me! My dick, which had been on the verge of exploding all evening, twitched against the fly of my jeans. I quickly swallowed my shot before I did something stupid, like pull her into the bathroom in the back and screw her brains out.