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In that moment, with my hand on her breast, my cock throbbing, my mind drew a blank as to why this was a bad idea. I wrapped my other arm around her and kissed her deeply, cupping her breast, feeling the weight of it in my hand. My phone rang, bringing me back to where I was. I stopped and looked into Felice’s eyes. I moved out from under Felice and stood, pulling my phone out of my pocket. My brother had saved my ass from making a huge mistake.
When I got off the phone, I looked down to Felice. “Thanks for the nightcap, but I’ve got to go.” I didn’t look back. I just walked to the door, stepped into the hall, and went across the way to my apartment. I shut and locked the door behind me and headed straight for the shower.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and made my way to my bed. Flopping down on it, I pulled my phone from my pocket and started scrolling through Facebook. A few minutes later a message popped up on my screen from Hope. I read through the message, quickly going to Hope’s profile, and saw her most recent status update: “Starting a new life.”
I clicked on her profile picture. She was so beautiful, and I knew where she was.Fuck it. I quickly jumped off the bed, got dressed, and headed back to Joe’s place. Screw studying for my exam, I was going to get my girl back.
Chapter Thirteen
Hope
The last songs of thenight were finally playing. I was exhausted and happy to see that the bar was almost empty. We had been instructed to start our cleanup, so while I cleaned tables, Ashley went to grab the broom from the back. I had just emptied the tables against the far wall and started wiping them down when I felt a hand grab my ass. “Hey, baby, you’re a cute little thing. What time you finish up tonight?”
I turned around abruptly and came face to face with one of the bikers that had been eying me most of the night. It was the same biker who had been outside earlier today. He was rough, dirty, and at closer look, about twice my age. He wore a black bandanna, and his beard was grey and straggly. His breath smelled of booze mixed with cigarettes. I looked over his shoulder toward the bar to see if Mike or one of the bartenders were there, but everyone was gone. “Fuck,” I mumbled under my breath.
“Yeah, baby, that’s exactly what I want to do to you,” he whispered, running his dirty finger down the side of my cheek.
I could feel panic rising in me now. There were few patrons left in the bar, who wouldn’t even make good witnesses, never mind help me. Since I was new, I wasn’t sure how much I was allowed to defend myself, and Mike was nowhere to be found. I looked around for Ashley or one of the other girls, but they must have all been in the back.
I swallowed hard. “I’m not interested, thanks.”
“You’re not interested? But, baby, I would give you the ride of your fucking life. You should reconsider,” he chuckled as he ran his finger down between my breasts and leaned into me. I backed up, banging into the edge of the table. I was as far as I could go, and I closed my eyes as his stale breath washed over my face. “You smell fucking delicious—good enough to eat anyway—and I promise I would eat this all night long.” He winked at me and placed his hand between my legs, kissing me on the cheek. I knew the tears were going to start to fall any minute now.
“Pete, I believe the lady said she wasn’t interested.” A loud booming voice came out of nowhere, causing me to jump. I blinked hard and opened my eyes, not sure what direction the voice came from, but saw no one. The guy spun around and that was when I saw Carter, standing tall and threatening behind him, through the watery film on my eyes. Our eyes locked. “Hope, go into the back.”
The dingy man turned his attention away from me and onto Carter. My eyes still locked on him. I would have figured he had forgotten about me, but the way his eyes washed over me as he stood there told me different. “Hope, go now, love.”
Carter
“Carter,”her soft voice called. I had always loved hearing the sound of my name on her lips, apparently still did judging from my body’s response, but right now I would prefer she just left. I’d had the pleasure of helping Mike out with this asshole once; things had the potential to get nasty with Pete.
“Go to the back, Hope. Get your stuff. We’re going home.”
“Hope? Is that your name? Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
“Now, Hope,” I demanded.
She looked from him to me and ran to the back, leaving the tray on the table. “Pete, I’m not going to tell you again, leave her alone.”
I watched as his eyes trailed after her, raking over her body, and I felt myself getting rather territorial. “You banging that sweet little ass?”
I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer, looking into his tired eyes. It wouldn’t take much for me to wipe the floor with him. I was bigger, stronger, and now somewhat sober. “Nope, she’s just a friend, but I take it you didn’t hear what I said.”
“Don’t tell me you wouldn’t love to have those sweet little legs wrapped around your head there, boy. You aren’t a saint; I’ve seen the piece of trash you’ve taken home from here.” The anger that was coursing through me wasn’t going to do him any favors. I had just fisted my hand and was pulling back to give it to him when a voice I recognized boomed from behind me.
“Carter, that’s enough! Pete, get out of here! I’ve had enough,” Mike yelled. Suddenly, I felt Mike grab hold of my hand, and I reluctantly let the man go.
“Fuck, Mike, I’m just trying to get myself a piece of ass. A gorgeous one at that.”
“That’s my staff, Pete. You know you don’t touch my girls. Now, take your ass home and sober yourself up.”
Pete looked to Mike and then at me. Knowing he was defeated he started to stagger toward the front door. He kept looking over his shoulder for any sign of Hope, taking his time until he finally couldn’t fuck around anymore. As soon as the door was shut, and he was gone, I sat my ass down in a chair. I could feel Mike studying me in the way he always did, trying to figure out what had gone on. “No, I don’t want to talk about it. What time is she finished, Mike?” I wasn’t in the mood to be fucked with now.
“Two-thirty.”
“Mind if I wait for her?”
“I don’t care. But I think you need to talk about it.” Mike turned and started tidying up behind the bar.
