Page 38 of Wallflower No More

Just looking over at her makes my cock demand to be let out. We're both too angry. Scarlett's eyes are squinted slits, and her pouty lips are turned down in a frown. I have to bite the inside of my cheeks to keep from laughing. She's noticed my stare and her nose has started flaring in response. She's an angry, chaotic mess of beauty. So damn beautiful.

Scarlett turns to me, her attitude in full force. “We're in the middle of a silent fight, and you take us to a bar. Why?”

So cute. Yeah, I'm keeping my Wallflower, but maybe locking her in my basement will be best. Scarlett gets into too much trouble otherwise. “Because you make me turn into a fucking psycho. The only thing that will relieve this much tension is to fuck or fight.”

She raises her eyebrow in a challenge. “Well, fuck me then.”

I grip my steering wheel, my knuckles turning white with a warning. “Don't,” I growl. “Don't, Scarlett. I'll take you right now, in front of God and everybody on top of my hood.”

She laughs, but it doesn't come out with even one ounce of humor. “Axel, please, you would rather die than somebody else see me naked.”

True, but that can easily be avoided with her present choice of attire. Skirts can be lifted. “Scarlett, all it would take is a simple rip of your panties, and nobody would see what's only mine as I plunge deep inside your tight little pussy.” She jumps out the door, but not before I see the beginnings of desire stirring in her eyes. Run, run, little Red, because the big bad wolf loves a chase. In two fluid moves, I have her pinned up against my truck. Her answering moan echoes throughout the small parking lot. Grinding my erection up against her clit has her bucking against me. “Stop unless you want me to lose control, Scarlett.”

She whimpers. Fuck. “Do it!”

My brain is on the edge of no return. Ripping her panties off her body relieves some of the still simmering fury inside me. Scarlett takes my hand and brings it to her clit, but I remove it. “You don't get to decide anything here. How we fuck is up to me, is that understood?” When she doesn't answer, I wrap the hair in her ponytail around my hand and tug so that she’s looking up into my eyes. “Is. That. Understood?!”

Her raspy voice is laced with lust. At my beckoning, she wraps her legs around my waist. “Y–esss.”

“Good fuckin' girl.” Pulling her skirt up and abruptly inserting two fingers inside her wet cunt is all the foreplay I can muster tonight. The need to claim her here at my bar is too strong. Scarlett eagerly fucks my hand and moans my name for all to hear. When I withdraw my fingers, she cries out in protest. “Such a greedy little pussy.”

“Ax...” She begs prettily.

My smirk comes out in full force against her lips. I unbuckle my jeans, shoving my jeans down just enough to get my cock out. Loving the feel of the night breeze against us, I take her mouth as my cock takes her captive with one forceful thrust. “Is this what you wanted?”

Scarlett rocks her hips in tune with mine. “Yes. Please. More.” Her wet hot heat fits my cock like it was made for only me. Giving her no mercy, I pound into her relentlessly. Our tongues battle each other. It's almost suffocating because we can't come up for air. The need and desire to melt into one another is our common goal. Scarlett's close to coming. The telltale spasm is starting to contract around me. I won't be far behind her. My name falls off her lips as she comes all over my dick. My growl of approval comes with my release. “Scarlett, my sweet, Scarlett.” That's the sweetest name I've ever said.

My forehead lays on her cheek as we come down off our joint euphoria. I kiss her one more time before withdrawing from inside her. She lets out a little hiss letting me know I’ve done my job. Taking a towel out of my back seat, I clean us both off. I help her get her clothes back on straight and rub her cheek. “From the moment my eyes saw yours, I wanted you. I've waited forever and a day for you."

“When was the first time you knew you'd make me yours?” She asks innocently.

My jaw clenched, but I meant every word about never lying to her. It's time she knows a little bit of just how deep my obsession runs. “After the first time I snuck into your bedroom to watch you sleep.”

She knows I had a key to her apartment, but we've never really talked about it. Scarlett's gaze burns into mine. “You were that sure you would eventually win me over?”

Taking her hand, I walk her towards the front. “I never had a doubt. You don't want to know the lengths I took to ensure that.” She gulps loudly but doesn't say anything else.

Sully's Bar was founded in 1899 and is a hole-in-the-wall establishment that even bikers think twice about coming to. The bouncer, Tariq, smiles when he sees us walk up. “The ever-elusive Axel Creed.”

He pulls me in for a man hug. “What's up, Asshole?”

“Not much. A little of this, a little of that.” His eyes slide to my girl, and fire flows through my veins as he gives her an appreciative look. Then, she laughs when I move to stand in front of her. “Never thought I'd see the day you cared enough about a girl to bring her here.” I smirk back at him and glance at Scarlett.

Scarlett peers over my shoulder with a timid smile. “Since this big lug lacks manners, I'll introduce myself.”

Rolling my eyes, but making the introductions anyways, and just when I think I'm killing this stalker boyfriend shit. “Tariq, this is my girl, Scarlett. Scarlett, this is my favorite son of a bitch, Tariq.”

Scarlett elbows me in my side, and Tariq gives me a smirk. “Nice to meet you, beautiful.”

“Nice to meet you.” She giggles, and I want to throttle him.

“If this is a bar, why do I hear people cheering instead of music?” She whispers as we walk inside.

“Because it's not that kind of bar. It's a fight club. You can advertise bars. Fight Clubs, not so much.” I take her hand and lace our fingers together. I actually own this place. It was my first purchase after selling a software program I'd worked on since my fourteenth birthday. We haven't really talked about that kind of stuff yet. She drives me so damn crazy. I need to know everything about her. No detail is too small. My fascination with her is borderline creepy. Okay, it's obsessively fucked up.

I mean, she does have an implanted tracker absorbed into her skin, and then there's the whole bugging her phone thing. Which she's bound to raise hell about later tonight. However, with the purchase of the tracker, it came in a set of two, so she can do the same thing to me, and if she wants to bug my phone, hell, we can do that, too.

In some ways, my life didn't start until her. Scarlett makes me want to be a better man, makes me feel like my black heart isn't so unsalvageable anymore. She pinches my arm. “Ouch, what was that for?”