Savage Saints (Monsters of Saint Mark's)

“Like a treasure chest of solid-gold good luck?”

She points at me. “That.”

I reach down, grab the edges of her stool, and pull her closer to me. So close, our knees lock together like puzzle pieces. She giggles and grins. Leaning back in her seat. This makes her knee slide along my inner thigh and I’m suddenly feeling a little aroused.

She is too, because her eyes close a little as she looks at me. My jacket is no longer hugging her body the way it was outside, so I get a good look at her ample cleavage. And an urge to reach up and squeeze her round, soft breasts.

She leans forward. The leather jacket opening up even wider. Her blue eyes are locked on mine when I feel her warm palms on my knees. She slides her hands up my thighs, still looking at me, and when she runs into my cock she pauses to massage it with her thumb.

I tilt my head at her. “Pie…”

“Pell.”

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She squeezes my dick.

I put my hands on hers, forcing her to pause. “We’re at a bar, Pie.”

“I’m aware, Pell.”

“So you’re teasing me?”

“I guess I could be. Or I could be inviting you into the women’s restroom for a little fun.”

I look around, count up the females in the room, and come up with way too many to have a tryst in the bathroom. “That’s… bold.”

“Fortune always favors the bold.”

“We’ll get caught in the women’s.”

“So we go to the men’s.”

“Fuck that. If anyone walks in the men’s I’ll have to kill them.”

Pie chuckles as she drags her eyes away from mine, then holds up a finger.

Two seconds later, Carl is in front of us. “What can I do for you guys?”

“Do you have an office here, Carl? We”—she points to me, then her, then back at herself—“need to have a conversation and there needs to be a door that locks.”

“Oh, sure,” Carl says, his face lit up and bright with the opportunity to help us out. “It’s right back there. Hold on.” He goes over to the cash register, grabs something, then comes back. “Here’s the key. Take your time.”

He drops the key in Pie’s waiting palm, then turns and walks away.

I lean into Pie’s neck. “Damn, woman. You’re like… a fucking enchantress.”

Pie’s grin is both devious and innocent. An invitation and a challenge. She stands up and grabs my hand. When I rise with her, a pink blush rises in her cheeks. I grin back at her, totally accepting her challenge. Then she leads me through a maze of tables, down a long, dark, hallway, and to a door where the key fits in the lock.

She opens it, pulls me in, and I kick it closed behind us.

And now, a decision has to be made. A quick, dirty fuck? Or a slow, intimate lovemaking?

Pie leans up on her tiptoes. Her hands on my shoulders. Her knee between my legs, pressing up against my cock. “You never know how many doors will lead us to chances like this. So you better make it good, monster. You better make it something to remember.”

Oh, I plan on it. I slide one hand under her skirt and caress her ass. The other one is pulling her panties aside so I can flick my finger back and forth in the growing pool of wetness. She tilts her head back, eyes closed, and I lower my mouth to hers. We kiss slowly. Our lips taking their time. Our tongues performing languishing twists as I slip my finger up inside her. She gasps a little, but it’s a pleasurable gasp.

So I guess I’ve made up my mind. Slow, intimate lovemaking.