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She did so immediately with an excited giggle. I stepped behind her, placed my hands on her hips, and walked her forward until her front was pressed against the wall. She was damn near giddy when I took hold of the zipper at the base of her neck and slid it down her back in one swift movement, watching the thin material fall to her feet. No bra—only a black satin thong.
I leaned into the back of her ear and murmured, “Put your hands on the wall.”
Goosebumps flared over her shoulders and down her spine. I set my coat on the table behind us and pulled a condom from the inside pocket. Wasting no time on foreplay—which it was obvious she didn’t need—I undid my belt, popped my fly, and slid the zipper down.
“I have somewhere to be, so this is going to be fast,” I told her, sliding the condom onto my growing erection. My eyes focused on the slight jiggle of her ass as she shivered with anticipation. It was all I needed to harden fully.
She peered back over her shoulder, her head bobbing in approval, lust clouding her dark eyes. “I want it rough,” she demanded. There was her real voice, strong and clear. She knew what she liked, and I’d make this enjoyable for us both.
My lip curled up. “Good.”
I stood behind her and tugged her panties to the side. She was ready, all right: soaked.
Gripping her shoulder, I kicked open her legs, widening her stance. I slid my hand across her front under the suppleness of her breasts, cupping the left in my right palm, my thumb caressing her hardening nipple.
“You ready?” My voice was a hoarse whisper, spurring her arousal.
Before she could answer, I grabbed her slim waist with my other hand and thrust my hips forward, slamming into her with one hard stab.
I groaned, the temporary gratification enough in that moment. She was dripping wet and looser than most, but the contact still felt good enough to enjoy. Plunging harder, I moved my hand from her hip to her tramp stamp and pressed down, angling her ass higher to allow me more depth.
With her body held up between me and the wall, I let my head fall back, focusing on the feeling, the heat, and the sensation of her skin buzzing under my grip.
“Yes…harder…” she whimpered.
I slid the hand that covered her breasts up to her neck, my fingers rough in her short hair. She reached her arm out behind her, snaking it around my neck to bring me closer, her sweat-glistened back about to collide with my chest. I jerked my torso back, feet rooted in place to keep her from doing so while still buried deep inside her. I didn’t need any closer contact, and I wanted to avoid her scent lingering too heavily on my suit.
She gave up without a battle, dropping her arm to happily take what I allowed. With each thrust, I pounded harder than the last, the lurid slap of our bodies echoing around us until the brewing of my seed began working its way to the head of my cock.
I slid my hand down the front of her panties, working her pressure point to ensure her the same release. Her knees buckled, her face plastered against the wall as she cried out.
My breath was harsh, heart racing from the exertion as she climaxed over my hand, panting out incoherent slurs of pleasure. I gritted my teeth, inhaling sharply, and slammed into her twice more before backing away and pumping myself in my firm grasp. Even with a condom on, I never got off inside a woman.
With my release came a heavy breath of air forced from my lungs. The redhead turned to face me, mouth agape, ivory skin flushed.
“That was…” she panted, blinking wildly, “…hot.”
My lip curled up. I wasn’t sure I’d call it hot as much as convenient—exactly how I preferred sex.
I removed the condom and tossed it in the trash can beside us. I tucked myself back in, buttoning my pants as she squirmed around, trying to situate her dress. One glance at my watch confirmed I was still on track with time.
“Take care, beautiful,” I said, ending our short acquaintance on friendly terms.
I crossed the room and unlocked the door, but she hurried to me, her eyes asking one last thing that I grudgingly obliged. My hands held her shoulders a few inches from me and I leaned forward, pressing one short, dry kiss to her moist lips. When I released her, I offered a kind but restrained smile, then opened the door. I headed down the hall toward the back parking lot as I buckled my belt.
“Kali? What the fuck?” The massive roar of a furious voice stopped me the moment my hand gripped the back doorknob.
“Go away, Marcus!” I heard the redhead plead.
I should’ve kept walking out the door, as I wasn’t one for unnecessary drama, but the hand that slapped down over my shoulder made it clear I wasn’t leaving yet.
I turned back, seeing two men standing there.
“Is there a problem?” I asked coolly, pushing his hand off.
“Yeah.” The veins in his neck bulged as much as his eyes widened. “Yeah, there’s a problem, all right. What the hell were you doing in there with my sister?”
His sister? Shit. I scrubbed my hand over my jaw and looked past him to the other guy, barely a man, his pants hanging to his knees. It was clear he was itching for a fight.
“Marcus, stop. Leave him alone. It’s none of your business what I do!” the redhead protested from behind him, but my focus shifted back to the flared nostrils a foot from my face.
I didn’t blame him, really. If that was his sister, he had a right to be pissed. But since Caleb had served her, I knew she was of age. He was a stickler for checking IDs, his job or not.
“Answer me, you son of a bitch,” he growled. “What were you doing with her?”
Caleb strolled down the hall. He appeared unaffected by the scene, but I knew better. “Hey, everything all right back here?”
Marcus held onto his angry sneer while his young friend turned around, blocking Caleb from intervening.
“No, no problem at all.” I held up my hands in simple defeat. “I apologize if I offended your sister in any way.”
“You didn’t!” she called back.
I shot her a sidelong glance. She was all smiles again.
“There, you heard her. So if you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be,” I said with a smirk, rattling his cage as I turned my back. I knew his type: He wasn’t leaving without a fight, and I wasn’t one to scare easily.
“You got a sister?”
I closed my eyes for a brief moment, fully aware of what he was getting at. There was only one way I was leaving the bar and it wouldn’t be quietly, so I played it up.
“I do, actually,” I said, twisting back halfway. “She’s a real pain in the ass.”
“Bring her by. Let me fuck her in this shithole bar, and then we’ll be even. Fair enough?”
It made sense in theory. “Unfortunately, I’ll need to decline that well-thought-out offer.” Taking the upper hand, I whipped around fully, my fist connecting with the side of his face. “Doesn’t work for me,” I growled.
He stumbled back, blood gushing from the point of impact. “You’re dead!”
He reared up and came at me. Adrenaline coursed through my veins, readying my system. I simply waited, watching the scene play out in slow motion. His sister bounced around in the background, her screams incoherently hysterical. Caleb was in front of her now, holding the other guy back, his arms locked around the guy’s neck and under his arm.
