“What are you doing?” Bones asked her.
“Um…do you have a gun? Who am I kidding? You all have guns don’t you?” She slapped her hand against her forehead. “It doesn’t matter, listen, now might be the time to grab the gun,” she rambled.
“You’re one of those crazy chicks that wants to get fucked with a gun aimed at her?” He questioned, backing away from her.
“What? No! Girls do that?”
“Kinky shit, sure. Had a girl that wanted me to choke her. Shit ain’t for me,” he explained.
“Shit!” Lauren hissed, as her eyes locked with mine and I pressed my gun to Bones back.
“I didn’t want you to fuck me with the gun, you dope! I was trying to warn you that if you didn’t pull yours, he’d get to you first,” she huffed. “Too late,” she added.
“Kitten,” I growled, holding the gun steady on Bones as I leaned over his shoulder. “You ever touch her again, I’ll blow your dick off,” I seethed, dropping the gun from Bones’ back and stepping around him as I glared at Lauren.
“You ever pull your gun on me again and I’ll blow your dick off, you hear me?” Bones whispered into my ear. “Pretty fine piece of ass you got there,” he acknowledged. “I’ll take her when you’re finished,” he said, patting me on the back before walking away.
Like fucking hell he would.
I mean it. I’d blow his dick off.
Best friend or not.
Lauren rolled her eyes and turned to leave. I wasn’t going to let her go anywhere. I reached for her and caught her wrist, stopping her from leaving.
“Going somewhere?”
“Yeah, home,” she sneered, tugging her arm free. I’d never seen her like this, so angry, so fucking hot. She turned toward Blackie, took his drink from his hand and threw the whiskey in my face before handing the empty glass back to him.
“Congratulations, you’re a dick with a patch,” she said, before turning and walking toward the door.
I sputtered whiskey from my mouth, lifting the hem of my t-shirt to dry my face, trying to ignore the surrounding chuckles.
“You better marry her because if you don’t I will,” Bones said, as he came up beside me and handed me a stack of napkins.
“Fuck off,” I shouted, throwing the napkins up in the air like confetti before I took off after her. “Lauren,” I shouted as I stepped outside. Scanning the grounds, I found her stalking through the parking lot.
I ran after her but Kitten had speed even in those heels she had on that threatened to take her down.
“Lauren, baby…Kitten,” I called.
She froze in her tracks and turned around.
Hallelujah!
Oh, shit!
She bent down, removing one of her high heels and swung it like a Cy-Young pitcher, aiming straight for my head.
“Are you fucking crazy?” I shouted, dodging death by a high heel.
“Oh, you think I’m crazy?” She asked incredulously, looking every bit crazy. No question about it. “Maybe I am crazy! I mean, I must be because I’m here, right? Standing here in my little black dress, against my better judgement, because well, tonight was a big night for you and I…” she let her words trail off. “…I am crazy,” she confirmed, shaking her head in disbelief.
“Kitten,” I started, reaching for her.
She flicked my forehead with her fingers.
“Ouch! What the hell did you do that for?” I shouted, rubbing my forehead.
“There is plenty more where that came from, buddy!” She threatened, as she poked my chest with her finger. I had had enough of this shit. I grabbed her hips, hauling her up against me and maneuvered her legs to wrap around my waist. She didn’t like that at all and yelped as I held her in place.
“Riggs, put me down,” she yelled.
“You don’t really want me to put you down,” I ground out. My patience was gone, my nerves frayed. She kicked my back and I pinched her leg as I turned and slammed her up against the wall of the Dog Pound.
“Came here for a reason, Kitten, now it’s time to tell me what that reason is,” I whispered against her ear.
“It doesn’t matter,” she squealed, as I ran my hands up her thighs.
“I disagree,” I argued, glancing down at her legs locked around my waist. “I like your dress,” I said, sliding my hands underneath it.
“You should,” she sneered, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I wore it for you,” she rasped.
Sweetest fucking words I ever heard.
I felt the grin spread across my mouth, heard the whimper escape her perfect mouth as her eyes zeroed in on mine.
Without another thought, I crushed my mouth against hers, tearing her lips apart with my teeth. She parted her swollen lips, granting my tongue access to her mouth and tugged at my hat, pulling it off so she could run her fingers through my hair while I fucked her mouth.