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The past weekhad been shit. Macha sent a burly biker every day to keep watch over her, the bistro, and her apartment. To make things worse, not one of the seven men on duty was Brewer. The constant shadows annoyed her more than anything. They followed her to the local grocery store, trailed her when she went for a jog, took up a table in the bistro, and sat outside in the discreet pickup truck on the corner of the street.But the one time I need a Macha biker, the man was nowhere in sight.She shivered at the direction that happenstance could’ve gone in if she hadn’t punched Grant.
Despite the aggravation that came with having Macha watching over her every move, she knew it was for the best. That was what she told herself every night before drifting into a fitful sleep in which she’d dream of Brewer and the wicked things she wanted him to do to her despite her better judgment.
Now as she stood with her arms locked around him, Delphi couldn’t imagine a better way to end the week. The apprehension in his blue eyes encouraged her to rise up and lick his top lip.
Brewer growled, his back straightening. He was holding back. She saw it in his face. It would take very little to turn him into the sex beast his eyes promised to expose.
“Don’t say shit like that. You’re horny, and if I were a weaker man, I’d bend you over the table, spread your legs, and fuck you until the whole bar hears you cry my name.”
Delphi’s heart pulsed harder, her breath catching at the threat that sounded more like heaven than hell. “Then be weaker.”
She trailed her hands down his chest, then, reaching just below his belt, she bit the inside of her cheek. The sizeable bulge beneath her fingers sent delirious chills through her. Lifting her eyes, she met his gaze and smiled.
“Fuck, woman, you’ve got that feisty smile that makes me want to do some very bad things to you.” His hands lingered on her hips, fingers making small circles on her skin under the hem of her shirt.
Delphi traced his mouth with her tongue, tempting him even more. He continued resisting her, and she had to commend him for his resilience. He wasn’t the kind to take advantage of her. While honorable, it wasn’t what she wanted. She’d take the respectful Brewer any other time. Right now, though, she needed—no,craved—the unrestrained, raw savage.
Delphi pulled both her shirt and sweater over her head and tossed them onto one of the chairs. Brewer’s eyes didn’t leave her, but he also didn’t move to help. Determined to watch him break, Delphi kicked off her shoes and unzipped her jeans. She kept her eyes glued to him, slowly stripping until she stood in her matching green bra and panties.
Music from the bar continued to pound through the speakers, echoing over to the tattoo parlor like they were backstage at a concert. The twinkle lights lining the shop’s walls cast a magical trance over them. The overhead ones would be too much for what she wanted to do next. A soft glow set the mood.
“Brewer, if you don’t touch me, I’ll do it myself.”
His eyes went from blue to midnight. Taking a step closer to her, Brewer pulled her against him by the waist. Hovering his lips above her mouth, his hot breath clashed with hers. “Don’t tempt me with a good time, girl. I’m liable to take you up on it.”
Grinning, she raked her fingers through his hair, urging him to kiss her.
He grazed her lips briefly, then pulled back. “Next time you’re doing exactly what you promised, because I really wanna watch.” He tugged his shirt off, and she didn’t even notice when it fluttered to the floor. The array of colorful tattoos on his chest stole her attention. “But tonight, I’m going to give you precisely what you want. What I want.” He unzipped his jeans. “Whatwewant.”
Delphi’s stomach dropped, a warm and fuzzy sensation pooling between her legs. The lust in his eyes sent her desire into overdrive. For a brief second, she second-guessed her bold move. Her gaze flickering to the door to the bar as her heart pounded.
“Nobody will come through that door,” he promised, still too far away from her to touch. And she wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to let him do the same back.
He walked closer, sliding his hands around to cup her ass as he said, “How do you want it, sweet cheeks?” The manly groan that came from him when she inhaled sharply sent her grinding against his thigh.
“Just how you said it.” She licked her lips. “I want you to fuck me from behind, pulling my hair and making me scream your name while I come.”
Brewer’s brows rose and he nodded approvingly. “Holy shit, you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?”
Before she could answer, he twirled her around. His hands traveled up and down her body. He unclasped her bra and it fell to the floor. His hands took their place in an instant, cupping her breasts. Nipples aching at his touch, Delphi sighed and leaned back into his chest. He pinched her nipples, making them harder than before.
“I wanted you the first time I came in here,” she said, the words breathy.
Brewer kissed the side of her neck, increasing his pressure on her nipples until she moaned. “Did you, now?”
“Yes.”
“Did you want this?” He slipped his fingers into her panties. Delphi bucked at the welcome intrusion. “Did you want me touching your pussy and biting your neck?”
“God, yes.”
He nipped her ear, and her giggle morphed into a moan when he slipped one finger into her wet pussy. “Fuck me, you’re dripping.”
Delphi locked her arms up around his neck, leaning back heavily against him. It’d been too many months since a man touched her like this. And this wasn’t just any man. This was Brewer. The man who pissed her the hell off and turned her the hell on at the same time. “I can’t help it. You do this to me.”
He let go long enough to spin her around, setting her on the edge of the tattoo table. Tilting her face up, he scanned her eyes. “Every time?”
She nodded.
