My cock stiffened.
I’m not ashamed to admit it. I wanted this girl badly ever since that first time I set eyes on her. It wasn’t any normal lust, it was a hunger. I had to have her. She’d invaded my fantasies and I couldn’t get her back out. It was months since our first meeting in that bar in Reno, and every night since, I longed for her. I craved her.
I stared at her.
Twenty-four hours.
That’s how long I gave it until Wolf caught up. She’d be dead by sundown the next day if I didn’t help. There was no way in hell Los Lobos would let a woman like her escape them. They’d make it a matter of pride, and let me tell you something about the criminal underworld I inhabit—the bigger the asshole, the greater the pride.
She needed help, and whoever got involved would pay a hefty price. Twelve members of Los Lobos, all killers, all mean as fuck.
I looked at her more closely and fuck, if she didn’t take my breath away. Light brown hair, big blue eyes, a mouth made for pleasure.
She walked straight to the bar, and when she spoke, it was like the rest of the world went silent.
“Bartender,” she said, “a beer.”
The bartender’s eyes widened when he saw her. “Miss, are you all right?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You look—”
“What?” she said, her eye steady.
He shrugged, and got her a beer.
She picked up the bottle, brought it to her lips, and when she slammed it back on the bar it was empty. I was impressed. She drank like she meant it.
Her soaking dress was completely see-through. My dick pulsed with desire. I wasn’t going to let her slip through my fingers this time. Even as she stood at the bar, shivering from the cold, I promised myself I’d fuck her. I’d dominate her. I’d become her master.
She looked up and caught my eye. I nodded to her and told the bartender to give her another drink.
“Thanks,” she said.
“You seem like you could use it.”
She looked back at me, a challenge in her eye, but she took a swig from the bottle all the same. She was acting tough, I admired that, but it was clear she was in trouble. She was running out of time, and she knew it. Wolf and his cocksucker friends would be tracking her down, coming closer with every minute that passed. It would take them a while, but they’d find her. And when they did? Bye-bye birdie.
“I know you,” she said.
“Yes, you do.”
“You’re the asshole that tried to pick me up in Wolf’s bar.”
I laughed. She hadn’t lost any of her spunk.
“I didn’t try to pick you up,” I said. “If I remember correctly, you were so uptight only a fool would have tried that.”
“Exactly,” she said, smirking.
“Oh, so I’m a fool?”
“Well, you tried something.”
I nodded. I’d give her that. “Maybe I did,” I said. “Maybe I did.”
A coy smile crossed her lips. “And now you’re back for more.”
I laughed. “Right. I came here looking for you,” I said, sarcastically.
“Well, you’re here.”
“I was here first.”
“No you weren’t. I watched you come in.”
“You watched me?”
“From the parking lot.”
“Well, aren’t you full of surprises?” I said.
She looked into my eyes and licked her tantalizing lips. Well, fuck me, but she was making a move. She was trying to play me. I had to admire that. She knew what it would take to escape Wolf, and she was willing to pay the price. There’s not a lot of people willing to accept reality when it comes to situations like the one she was in.
Well, if she was going to play me, it wouldn’t come easy. Getting a man mixed up with Wolf Staten was no small feat.
“Last time we met, I promised you we’d fuck like rabbits,” I said. “Now, here you are.”
She looked hurt. She didn’t like it when I spoke like that. She put her drink down and walked straight back to the door she’d entered through. Her hand was on the knob. If I didn’t say something fast, she’d walk right out.
“Wait,” I said. “Don’t go. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“That’s twice you’ve said that to me, like I’m nothing more than a fifty-dollar slut looking to get fucked.”
“You’re right. I was out of line. You had every right to slap me last time we met.”
She looked relieved. I was cutting her some slack, which was what she needed. She came back to her seat.
“Last time we met, you were a massive dick,” she said.
“I know,” I said. “I can’t help it. I was born with it.”
She shook her head. God, I could have died looking into those eyes. She was like an angel from heaven.
“You just can’t stop yourself, can you?”
I shook my head.
She sighed. Then she said, mostly to herself, “size isn’t everything.”
I laughed. I couldn’t believe it. “Was that a joke? Was that a joke from the girl who smacked the shit out of me last time we met?”
She blushed. God, she looked pretty when she blushed..