“Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask incredulously as she gives me a weird look. “You aren’t worth something because you work here, Tess. You’re worth something because you’re amazing.”
“Fuck off, Havoc,” she says, waving her hand. I snatch it out of the air and rub the back of it with my thumb as she freezes. Goosebumps erupt over the surface of her arms.
“You fuck off, red. You’ve had me captivated since I met you. If I weren’t your boss, I would’ve done something about it by now,” I say with a huff.
“Really?” she asks meekly as I nod seriously. “I am a fan of those slutty crop tops you wear daily,” she says with a cute ass smirk.
“Tess, get the fuck out of my office before I do something that’ll get me in trouble with HR,” I growl as she rolls her eyes.
“Like you’d obey HR if we had that department here,” she says sarcastically. “Thank you for the raise, Havoc. This means everything to me.” I nod, letting her hand go reluctantly.
“See you tomorrow, red.”
“See you, bossman.”
I grab my cock and fist it through my pants as her fat, juicy ass walks away from me, her wide hips throwing themselves around violently. And yeah, I lean forward to sniff the desk. It smells just as good as her. I can almost taste her arousal on my pierced tongue.
Tess:
I’m not an idiot. For the last month, Havoc and I have been flirting nonstop. We linger behind together after Cash leaves for the evening and usually have a drink or two. We throw each other lust-filled glances throughout our shifts and more than once, we’ve slid our bodies together closer than we’ve had to passing each other behind the bar. Even though it’s close quarters and neither one of us are slim, we don’t have to getthatclose. But we do.
I want to fuck my boss so badly. He’s perfect. Rough around the edges, gives it to you straight, but is also deep and caring. He takes care of us all. The patrons, Cash, and me. Every time I pull up to the bar and see his red fucking Ram in the parking lot I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to throw me over the tailgate and go to town on me.
A few times, my secret nickname for him, cookie, due to his Oreo coloring almost slipped from my mouth. I can’t help it. He’s the cutest, most handsome minotaur I’ve ever seen. But I also love my job, and I know if we began fucking, things would get complicated fast and I’m not sure I’m ready to sacrifice what I’ve worked for over the last month for some dick. Especially when I reread the number on my most current check.
It doesn’t stop me from thinking about his handsome mug as I fuck myself to sleep every night. The way I want to grip his horns as he pounds into me. And when I saw him laugh during a shift and realized his tongue was fucking pierced?! I’ve been daydreaming about him going down on me ever since.
I’m starting to lose my resolve though. I can’t get Havoc out of my fucking head. I’ve never fucked a monster before, and I’m certain that he’s the one who will ruin me for human men. Ihaven’t had any interest in them since I started working at Bulls & Horns. They just don’t excite me like the bulls do. They seem boring and reserved. And if they are fun like the minotaurs, they’re not packing any of the goods the monsters have. And honestly, I’m tired of not being filled to the brim. Maybe I need to fuck some other bull besides Havoc.
I have thought about it, but nothing does it for me like cookie. There’s a trust I have in Havoc that isn’t there with the customers. A knowing that he’d take care of me. That he finds me sexy as fuck and wants to make sure I know it too. I love my body, and I know how to use it. But Havoc always makes me feel different when I see that he’s checking me out than the bar’s patrons do. There’s something reverent there that has my heart fluttering open and my pussy weeping for the damn bull. I want him to worship me. I have a feeling he’d love to be my sub.
For the millionth time since starting at the bar, I hurry back to my house and throw my door closed before stripping myself of all my clothes and watching my fingers sink into my cunt from the full-length mirror against the wall. I love watching. I alternate between minotaur porn and my mirror each time, sometimes giving myself multiple orgasms in order to accommodate both. When I fuck Havoc, I’m asking him if we can film it.
Oops, I meanif.
Right?
Yeah, if…
Chapter Eight: Tess
This is the busiest shift I’ve ever worked. I have no idea how the minotaurs are even moving with the amount of horns I see floating around. I’ve cleaned up eighteen broken glasses, two piles of puke and sent three pairs of fighters to the ring outside to duke it out. Cash is on edge because his tip bucket is half full when I’ve had to dump mine four times from the amount of tips I’m raking in and Havoc is watching it all like a hawk, his concern making me anxious.
“Please be careful,” he says to me quietly. We’re both at the tap, filling pints as Cash fills double shots on the bar behind us. “I have a bad feeling, red.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask, my heart beating quickly, my stomach sinking. He shakes his head, his ear twitching.
“I don’t really know. It’s just something I can feel. Call it a fucked up gift, but when we get this full, I can always read the energy of the crowd. I feel like a brawl is bound to happen. I don’t want you getting hurt. Promise me you’ll stay behind the bar tonight, Tess.” His eyes are so sincere. I open my mouth to retort and defend myself, but Havoc just shakes his head. “I’m serious, Tess. Stay. Put. If something happens to you, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” I ask breathlessly, realizing that I desperately want him to finish that sentence. We both finish filling our pints before he goes to turn away. “Havoc!” I shout as I grab his shoulder. He’s wearing my favorite crop top tonight. It’s a black shirt, the sleeves and lower half cut off, with the wordBuckin’written in white block letters. It always brings the dirtiest fantasies to my mind when I read it thoughtfully throughout my shift.
“Stay behind the bar,” he says before turning back to the bulls who ordered the IPA’s. I sigh and throw my hands up. I can’t really justify disobeying him. It’s not like I can take on one minotaur, let alone a fucking group of them hell bent on clashing horns. I grab the beer I just poured and turn to deliver them.
“Fucking move!” Cash says as he slams into me, spilling beer down my shirt. I make a noise of disgust at his attitude as I slam the half-empty pint back under the tap.
“Fuck you, Cash!” I say with the flip of my middle finger as he ignores me. Fucking arrogant asshole. He thinks he can bully me now that I’ve proven myself and haven’t been fired. Over the last month his attitude towards me has gotten increasingly shittier each shift we’ve worked together. It makes his customer service, and his tips, suffer simultaneously. Fucking idiot.
Havoc has said multiple times he’d talk to Cash, but that’s the last thing I want. I don’t need him fighting my battles for me and making me look weaker. So for now, I’ll put up with his shit, but I do need to take five and try to rid myself of the beer that’s soaked into my fucking bra.
