Hold Tight (For You 2)

“God, he’s so hot. Think he’ll be in the bar upstairs when the fight’s over?” I hear a woman next to me say.

Then a very foreign feeling hits me. I drop my eyes from Royce, turning to look at Delilah.

“Crap. I forgot I have something to take care of,” I tell her. It’s the only thing I can come up with off the top of my head.

“That’s cool. I’m going to hang out down here and see if there are any more fights. This is kinda badass.”

I nod and say bye over my shoulder as I duck through the crowd. I take off, trying to get away from Royce once again. Why is it every time I’m near him, I feel like running away?

I almost make it to the stairs when a hand grabs my arm, turning me around. I close my eyes and curse myself. I know exactly who I’m going to find when he turns me around, and my eyes open to once again meet his.

Chapter 6

Royce

“What’s the rush, baby?” I say, and see the fire in her eyes.

“Don’t you dare call me that,” she hisses, and jerks her arm out of my hold.

She may be pissed I caught her, but I know she likes what she sees. I’ve only got on a pair of loose shorts that hang low on my hips, and right now she’s eye-fucking my happy trail.

“You like what you see?” She snaps her eyes back up to mine, and I see her blush. Fuck, what I wouldn’t give to see if she blushes all the way down to her tits.

“What are you doing here? Aren’t you afraid someone is going to smack that smile off your face?”

I smile even bigger, feeling my dimples crease. “No way, baby. I don’t ever let them touch me.”

“Must be a new experience then. Seems you’ve got people ready to climb all over you,” she says, crossing her arms and looking around at the women watching us.

Goddamn, I love when she sasses me. “The only one I want on my jungle gym keeps avoiding me.”

She lets out a huff and shakes her head. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know damn well what I mean,” I say, taking a step forward. She takes a step back, trying to keep her distance. “But we’re not in the office right now, baby. This is open territory. In fact,” I say, taking another step toward her as she takes another one back, “I’d say it’s pretty damn clear you’re in my world now.”

Her back hits the wall, and I move in front of her, putting my arms on either side of her shoulders. I lean down a little so we’re eye to eye. I can see the pulse beating in her neck, and I want to lean forward and lick her there.

“This is my bar. Not my fault you were down in the basement. I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.”

“And?” I say, giving up the fight and leaning into her. I put my lips next to her ear and whisper, “Did you like what you saw?” I run my tongue along the edge of her ear and feel her shiver. “Because I damn well liked having your eyes on me.”

“Royce,” she says, and there’s a catch in her voice.

“Fuck. Keep saying my name like that and it will get you fucked in the middle of that ring.” I move my lips down her neck and feel her hands go to my chest. “Or is that what you want?”

Her fingers trail down my hard abs and to the edge of my shorts.

“I’ve gotta say I don’t really like the thought of everyone in here seeing you take my cock, but it makes me hard as a rock picturing you under me and getting off.”

“Oh God.”

I move my mouth up to her lips and look her in the eyes. “I know you want to be in charge, but trust me, baby, it’s better when you let me.”

With that, I press my lips to hers, and it’s like gasoline on a match. Whatever it is we’ve been dancing around finally comes to a stop, and we attack each other.

Her tongue pushes into my mouth, and I moan at the taste of her. In the next second I’ve got her picked up and pinned against the wall as I grind my cock against her.

“Put those fucking legs around me,” I growl, and she does as I command.

Her thighs tighten as my hand goes to her shirt and slides underneath. I’ve got one hand gripping her ass as the other finds the cup of her bra and yanks it down. Her hard nipple is between my fingers, and I pinch the little bud as she moans. Her lower half rocks against me, and I’ve never felt anything like her. She’s petite in my arms, but God, is she fierce. She’s giving it back just as good as I’m giving it to her, and I feel the need roll off of her.