Devil's Vengeance (Sydney Storm MC 3)

I took a long slug of my beer. “It was two years ago, asshole, and she left me, not the other way around. And that was after two years of living together. I’m not a complete fucking bastard.”

He leant on the counter. “I’m not saying you’re a bastard, and I have nothing against you sleeping with whoever you want. Just don’t fuck with Hailee. That’s all I’m saying.”

I was ready to tell him to go fuck himself when Hailee’s voice cut through the crowd, announcing they were taking a half-hour break. Without another word to Doug, I headed towards the stage.

Hailee met me halfway, her eyes roaming appreciatively over my body before finding my gaze. A slow smile hit her lips. “You’re still here.”

I returned her smile. “You think a man could walk away while you’re singing? Besides, I owe you a drink.”

“I never said yes to a drink.”

“That word may not have left your mouth, but it sure as fuck was written all over your body, darlin’.” I tipped my bottle of beer to my lips and waited for her reply. This conversation could last hours and lead nowhere, and I wouldn’t give a shit. I just wanted to be in her presence and soak her sexiness into my bones.

She moved into my personal space, our bodies almost touching. “I’ve got lots of words written all over my body, but yes isn’t one of them.”

I closed the tiny distance between us and traced a finger over her lips. She didn’t stop me—a fair indication that she was as keen for this as I was. “How about I buy you a drink and we start figuring out how you’d like me to get you from clothed to naked.”

“We could have a drink, but getting me naked could take some time.”

I grinned. “I’m all about the challenge.”

“Yeah, maybe not this one.”

Fuck, when I finally got her under me, it was going to be fireworks. I ran my finger down her face, neck, and down to her collarbone. My eyes dropped to the tight, sleeveless black top she had on. The one that revealed a cleavage I’d like to get between. When I found her eyes again, I said, “I’ve never walked awa

y from a challenge in my life, darlin’. I’m not about to now.”

She gripped my hand when I started trailing my finger over her skin, down to her tits. Halting my progress, like I had hoped she would, because a yes given too soon was nowhere near as fun as a no dragged out, she said, “I’m not single.”

“How not single are you? Like, are we talking close-to-marriage single or he’s-barely-gotten-his-dick-wet single?” I’d never cut in on a serious relationship, but she wasn’t giving me those kinds of vibes.

She didn’t skip a beat. “Let’s just say his dick is almost dry, but let’s also say that I’m not looking for an alternative at this point.”

“Let’s also call it bullshit. I haven’t met a woman more open to an alternative in a long fucking time.” I dipped my face so my mouth was next to her ear. “We both know that if I pursued the fuck out of you tonight, you’d be bending that sweet ass over and letting me fuck you any way I wanted.”

Again, she didn’t stumble, and gave it back to me just as good. “I think we both know that me bending over for you is a long way off. As for letting you fuck me any way you want… that would be after you prove you know your way around a pussy.”

“I know my way around a pussy better than I know my way around my dick. And that’s saying something because—”

She silenced me by placing her finger against my lips. I loved her skin on mine and had to restrain myself from forcing her to keep it there. “Let me guess, your dick gets a good workout?”

Fuck.

This woman was fucking made for me, and it was taking every ounce of strength I had not to put my hands all over her body. “A French Martini, right?”

Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Huh?”

“That’s what you’re drinking tonight, right?”

“It is. How did you—”

I cut her off and dipped my mouth to her ear again. “I’m the kind of man who always makes it a point to know things, Hailee. I’m also the kind of man who doesn’t give up, so let me buy you a drink and spend some time with you.”

I saw the moment she gave in when I pulled my face away from hers. Unfortunately, it was also the moment her boyfriend decided to show his face.

“Hey, babe,” he said as he quickly kissed her cheek. Her fucking cheek. If Hailee was mine, no fucking way would I greet her with a kiss on her cheek. Especially not if she was talking with another guy. I’d be making it really fucking clear to him that she was mine and that he should back the fuck off and never go near her again.

She turned into him, but I caught the hesitation. His arm slid around her waist, but his attention wasn’t on her. And it wasn’t on me, either, which it should have been. His gaze had wandered to something behind me, while Hailee’s eyes still held mine.