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Our banter fell away as he lined himself up and slammed forward, filling me completely. My fingers clung to the table so I wouldn’t slide, the cool surface keeping me grounded as he fucked me hard and fast. He was just as worked up as I was even if he didn’t want to admit it.
Zath’s fingers dug into my hips and his grunts filled the air. There was no holding back on me, he knew I could take a quick, rough fuck. We’d done far more than this in our time together.
Of course, he hadn’t forgotten about my reward, reaching between us and teasing my clit in time with the thrusts. He shifted so each time he slammed home a shockwave of pleasure thrummed through my veins. Even though I’d come once, a few strokes of his fingers had me slamming into another orgasm, my screams filling the room as my pussy clenched around him. He continued to tease me until one orgasm was starting to turn to two. Then he backed off right as I was getting ready to fall over the edge, leaving me dangling there.
I swear this man gets off on edging.
“You might need to work on patience there, sweetheart,” he laughed at my misery. Zath never could ignore an opportunity to playfully torment me.
“I don’t do patience,” I countered with a huff, the sound cutting off as he slammed back into me. His hand moved back into place, picking up the pace until I had no choice but to come. Right as I was shattering, he grabbed my hips and slammed into me over and over. Zath was strong and I swear it felt like he was trying to break me in half.
He finally cursed as he came, filling me with his cum. His body draped over mine as our breathing evened out, not pulling away until we’d both regained our composure.
I expected him to let me clean myself up so we could continue but instead, he picked me up and put me back on the table, spreading my legs wide, then latched his mouth to my clit. Again he found the perfect mix of teasing licks and forceful, demanding movements until I was coming again. This time, I couldn’t help but scream until I was hoarse, the orgasm painful from being overly sensitive.
“Told you I’d give you your prize.” He was so smug I could only glare. Not that I could move right then if I wanted to. Zath reached forward and helped me to my feet, steadying me until he deemed me safe to walk. “Now, go wash up so we can keep going. I’ll clean up here.” He slapped me hard on the ass to punctuate his demand.
“Fine, but I’m putting real clothes on now,” I threw over my shoulder as I walked away. “Game over, lover boy.”
By the time I was showered and dressed, he already had a box waiting on the table, covering whatever surprise ingredients he had in store for me.
“Honestly, I’m impressed by how extra you are every time. I should be used to it by now.” I laughed. He’d even cleared everything else away so it was the only thing I could focus on.
“You ready?” he asked with a serious face. Zathrian was, apparently, in coach mode now, timer in his hand like a stopwatch.
“As I’ll ever be,” I said honestly. He gave a flourish and pulled the box away, revealing a lime-cherry liquor, and a strange mix of random ingredients.
My mind blanked at the sight of it all. I was already in trouble.
“You have five minutes,” he said, hitting the timer again without mercy. I knew I would need every minute as I stared at the items in front of me, trying to find a way to go.
The moment it hit me, I was moving, mixing, slicing, and pouring until I slid a dark-red shot in front of him with a grin on my face. He took a sip and let out a laugh.
“This is incredible, Nyla.”
I’ve got this competition in the bag.
ChapterFour
Riven
Tonight had been one of the most successful nights we’ve had in a long time at Bandit’s Taphouse. We’d taken a leaf out of our best rival’s book and started doing theme nights and they were an absolute game changer.
Maybe taking their idea and making it our own wasn’t the best practice for keeping the peace. But it sure as fuck helped turn the business around. One night of football saved the month in sales and paid our bills. At least I always tried to make sure that it wasn’t on the same night they already had something planned because I’m notthatbig of an asshole.
“I’m fucking tired,” Eldon complained as he flopped on our worn-out leather couch. He looked run down, his auburn hair disheveled and sticking up at odd angles. The circles under his eyes were even more pronounced as if he were trying to become his soul-bonded animal. Raccoon eyes weren’t a good look on a human and I was genuinely a bit worried about my mate.
But I could also sympathize.
I was at the same level of exhaustion. We’d worked our asses off for a good year to get this place where it was now. We had staff, sure, but it was an ‘all hands on deck’ kind of year.
“But can you believe we’re on the radar like this?” he asked with a grin. His smile was the reason I’d walked up to him when we first met. The fact we were mates only sweetened the deal. We’d never looked back.
There was a bit more to the ‘rivals’ thing than just us taking ideas. Soulful Brews showed up six months after we opened, right as we were gaining traffic, and took the city by storm. This was just our way of taking back our city…one football game celebration at a time.
But now we had something else to deal with thanks to the random meeting I’d had today. When Stanley had come to me and explained who he was, I was all in. Of course, I couldn't resist name dropping our biggest competition. It wouldn’t be a true win if we couldn't kick their asses, too.
“I need to talk to you about something.”
