Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

“What?” I ask, faking innocent.

She slides the two old fashioneds to me and carries the lemon drop and manhattan to the other two men waiting.

She smiles at them a little too brightly, and when one of the men hands her his credit card, she lets her hand stroke his hand for just a second first.

I growl as I follow her to the cash register.

“Not cool,” I growl in her ear. “You’re mine. Remember?”

She bites her lip trying to hold back a grin. “Then start making some of the complicated drinks yourself. You can start by making two cosmos for those women standing over there. I need to wash my hands. I’m tired of getting sticky sugar all over my hands from all the sweet drinks these women keep ordering.”

I press my lips against her ear. “I’ll make the drinks if you stop flirting with the customers.”

Her breath catches. “If I stop flirting, I don’t make as many tips.”

My tongue traces around the edge of her ear. “If you keep flirting, I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the bathroom, and fuck you until you remember, you’re mine.”

Her teeth rake over her bottom lip. “Then, I’ll definitely keep flirting.”

I growl. I should have said something less sexy, although I’m desperate to fuck Larkyn in the bathroom. The first break we get, that’s precisely what I’m doing. Where is Axel when I need him?

I release Larkyn as I head over to make the two cosmos. When I finish, I carry them down the bar to the two waiting women.

“Sorry for the wait,” I say, sliding the drinks across the bar to the two blonde beauties.

“I’d wait forever to be served by you,” one of the women says, as she strokes my forearm and bats her eyelashes at me.

“I’m Jane." She takes a sip of her drink. “This is delicious, how did you make it?” She leans forward, flashing me her cleavage.

I cock my head to the side with a smile, knowing that Larkyn is watching me. I’m about to piss her off.

“I’d love to show you exactly how I make it,” I say, winking at her as I lean in.

I feel hands on my chest from behind me. I stare down at the ring that Larkyn has strategically placed firmly on my chest so there is no way Jane could miss it.

“Hello, hubby,” Larkyn says, turning my face toward her before she kisses me on the lips, making sure she slides her tongue into my mouth.

She breaks away as she grins seductively at me, before turning her attention to the two women. “Can we get you two anything?” Larkyn asks, staring the women down.

“Nope,” Jane says awkwardly, as she and her friend carry their drinks away.

Larkyn frowns at me.

“What? I make better tips if I flirt a little,” I say, repeating her words.

“Fine, no more flirting from either of us.”

I grab her at the waist as she tries to leave to take another man’s order. I pull her to me and kiss her again. I can’t get enough of her lips. Her sweet, perfume. Her moans. I can never get enough of her.

She pulls away with a dreamy look on her face. She can’t get enough of me either.

I swat her ass as she walks away to make more drinks.

The night continues, and we both continue teasing each other. Bossing each other around while flirting and kissing any chance we get.

A crowd forms and I have to move fast to keep up. I haven’t talked to Larkyn in half an hour. Nor flirted or kissed or even brushed against her. We’ve been too busy. Finally, I get a break when a group of guys orders shots of tequila. I glance across the bar to check on Larkyn.

Larkyn brings a man his whiskey with a scowl on her face.