As I pull into Harlee’s driveway, she comes out the front door, locking up as she leaves. Turning my bike off, I swing my leg over and stand up as she runs to me. When I catch her, my hands are instantly holding her up by her ass, as she jumps in my arms and shoves her tongue in my mouth.
“Fuck yeah, missed you today,” I tell her when we break apart. Demon sent me to seduce Mrs. Mitchell last night to get information on the new strip club that her husband is trying to open up. I fucked that old bitch all night, and left early this morning. I felt dirty so I blew Harlee off while I slept and cleaned myself up.
“Me too, I tried calling you last night.”
“Sorry babe, had to do some shit for the club,” I tell her. At least that’s the truth.
“Your loss. I was horny, and since you couldn’t fulfil my needs, I had to get out my trusty vibrator.”
I growl, pulling her tight against me. “What’d I say about that shit? Huh? Only my tongue, fingers, and cock get to touch you.”
She bites her lip, making me go harder than I already was. “We’ll have to fix that problem a little later. Right now, you are taking me on an actual date. We’ll save the fucking for afterwards.”
I groan. “What about a quickie first, then date, then all night fucking?”
She giggles and kisses me, rubbing my cock with her hand. “No way. As much as I would love to have this in my mouth right now,” she gives me a squeeze, “you promised me an actual date for once, and I’m holding you to it.”
“Fine. Let’s get this shit over with before I just fuck you right here, out in the open.”
I know I owe it to her to take her out on a date, she’s been bugging me for weeks. Last time we went on a date was when I finally convinced her she was mine. Since then all our free time together has just been us fucking.
She convinces me to take her to a diner in the next town over, which pisses me off because now I should wait longer to have my dick in her mouth. But after last night, I owe her the best date I can give her.
Pulling into the parking lot, the place looks almost abandoned. “Are you sure about this place?” I ask her.
“Yes, Carter, I’m sure. I’ve been here with Keisha a few times. It looks like shit, but the breakfast food here is served all day, and they have the best hot chocolate.”
We spent that whole night sitting in that shitty rundown diner, just talking and laughing. Watching the way she ate her food, sipping her hot chocolate. I knew then, that night, I was madly in love with her. And half hating myself at the same time for the jobs I had to do for the club.
Chapter 8
Harlee
Could that bimbo waitress have been more obvious? She was looking at Wrecker like she wanted to get down on her knees right there at the table and blow him. He sure as shit wasn’t trying to deter her either. He might as well have pulled his big dick out and invited her to sit on it right beside me. Sleazy fucker. He can’t keep it in his pants for ten minutes. I swear, the man must always have sex on the brain.
He called her baby doll and it made my stomach turn. I hate pet names. It reminds me of the stupid nicknames given to those skanky bitches who hang around the clubhouse. Nasty bitches. I don’t need him to protect me. I don’t need him period. If I can get out the back door, I can easily steal a car and get to the airport and cash in on that vacation I have been wanting to go on. Some beach sounds nice right about now.
“Why don’t you go follow her, and fuck her like I know you want to,” I say, rolling my eyes. I shouldn’t be jealous. I hate him. I hate him so damn much. He made a fool of me and my depending on him is like saying that his behavior was acceptable.
“You jealous, baby?” He taunts.
“If you ever want a working dick again, you should just shut the fuck up and leave me alone,” I grumble. The longer I am near him the more irritated I become because I know him and his stupid charm. He will be trying to lure me straight into bed and I can’t put myself through that again. I weathered the storm once but I don’t think I could survive it a second time.
His eyes narrow on me those damn specks of gold swirling in the green are hypnotizing me. “How about you stop saying you’re gonna take my dick off, because if you ever want my dick again, then you will be the one to suffer. How would I fuck you, baby?”
“You’re never going to fuck me, ever again.” I decide to insult him. “Mark wasn’t the only man I fucked after you. Most of them gave it to me better than you ever could.” I smirk when I feel his posture go rigid next to me.
His hand squeezes my leg so hard I yelp; that’s going to bruise later.
“Don’t, just fucking don’t. You want me to kill these people in this fucking diner? Because I will. Once we get to a safe location, we’re going to talk. Even if I have to tape your mouth shut to make you listen to me.”
I know he’s about to say more, but the slutty waitress comes back and sets our food on the table. “Anything else, honey?” She purrs. How the hell can women purr? Her makeup is overly done and her tits are so far out on display it leaves nothing to the imagination. It isn’t like she’s ugly. So why does she have to try so damn hard to get attention? I don’t get other women at all.
“How about you leave the bill and fuck off.” I sneer at her.
She looks at me, startled, as if she has just realized I’m here. Idiot. Bet she’d notice if I stabbed her in the tit.
Wrecker shakes his head and digs into his food so I do the same. As much as I want to throw my hot chocolate in his face, it's too damn good to waste on him. The food is pretty good too, and I am hungry. Then I imagine him choking on the breakfast sausage and have to hold back my laughter. Choking on his sausage, pity it wasn't his cock he was choking on after I cut it off! I get so into eating I almost forget that I am trying to plan an escape. Fucking Wrecker and that bimbo were distracting me.