Bare Yourself (Consumed)

Chapter Twelve

Tegan

I have Willow up against the wall in one of the dark hallways in Blackie’s. My hips thrust back and forth quickly and her nails dig in my back as I fuck her relentlessly. She has her head tipped back against the wall with my face buried in her neck, breathing in her delicious scent, when I feel eyes on us. I pull my head away and look down to the end of the hallway. Lukas Black’s standing there, casually leaning a shoulder on the wall, watching us with a bored expression.

Without missing a beat, I continue to fuck her, burying my face back into her neck. It’s obvious he wants to talk to me, but he can wait until I’m finished. No way am I stopping for his ass.

A few minutes later, I chase Willow’s orgasm with my own, emptying myself in the rubber wrapped around my cock. Since the one time I fucked her without a condom, we haven’t done it again. Willow’s appointment was last week, but the doctor had to reschedule. Something about an emergency leave of absence. She has another appointment at the end of next week. We’ve both avoided the possibility of her being pregnant. On my part, it’s not because the thought scares me, but I know she worries about it, so I haven’t brought it up. If she is, I won’t be disappointed. That may be premature thinking, as we still don’t know much about each other, but I feel like there’s a strong connection between us.

I groan when I slide my dick from Willow’s body. I just had one of the best orgasms of my life and my dick still tingles with pleasure as it rubs against her tight heat. I pull the condom off and tie off the end, and Willow looks over and notices Lukas standing there. Even in the darkened hallway, I can see the bright flush of her cheeks. It’s cute as hell how she still gets embarrassed at someone watching us, at the same time it turns her on.

I lift her chin and plant a lingering kiss on her lips. “Go out and sit with the others. I’ll be there in a few minutes,” I murmur.

She nods, and with a quick glance to Lukas, turns and walks back out into the main room. I push open the door to the bathroom and throw the used condom away before walking over to Lukas.

“I need a favor,” he grunts in his deep tone.

Lukas Black is the owner of Blackie’s and is very well-connected. I’ve known him since right out of college when he came to me to have a bed frame commissioned. The piece was beautiful, a four-poster with wooden vines wrapped around the posts. He was impressed with my work and has since commissioned other pieces, and has even sent other clients my way. He’s very private with his personal life, and he can be quite intense at times.

“What do you need?” I ask, curious about this favor. I don’t get the vibe he asks for favors very often. I hold back my chuckle with the thought that asking me now for one has got to be biting him in the ass.

“I need you to distract Colt for me,” he replies.

“Why?”

“Don’t ask questions. Just do it,” he demands, his brows pulling down into a scowl.

I don’t care for his tone, so I ask again, “Why?”

His resounding growl would scare a lesser man. Too bad for him, I’m not the type of man who gets intimidated easily. I hold his stare with my own, not backing down.

His jaw works furiously for a moment, before he grunts, “Tera is coming by.”

I raise my brow. “Colt’s sister?” He gives a single nod. “You’ve never had a problem before handling Colt when she comes by.”

The vein in his temple throbs and his hands ball into fists, showing his anger. Lukas and Colt have never gotten along, and it pisses Colt off that his sister, Tera, is involved with him. I don’t really blame Colt for not liking him. After all, Tera is freshly turned nineteen, and Lukas is in his mid-to-late thirties. But I know it’s more than that. The animosity started before Tera and Lukas started doing whatever it is that they are doing. I don’t know the story behind it, but apparently, something happened between them in college. I’ve witnessed a couple different occasions where they’ve gone nose to nose, the need to pummel the other clear on their faces. The only thing holding them back is Colt’s fear he’ll upset Tera, and Lukas’s professionalism to not fight in his club.

“She’s pissed at me right now, so I don’t want her running into Colt when she gets here. She may… let something slip if she does, and he’s got no right to know our business.”

I’ve only met Tera a couple times through Lukas, but you don’t need to know her to know she has a fiery temper to match her fiery red hair.

“Fine.” I sigh. “When?”

The only reason I agree to help Lukas is because it’s not uncommon to see the two in a heated argument. Actually, it would be unusual to not see them bickering at least once a week. They’re both extremely stubborn.

He looks down at his watch. “Ten minutes.”

I nod, then turn to leave.

“Thank you.”

I turn back to him, but he’s already walking away back to his office. I leave the hallway and feel the vibrations of the music on my feet as I make my way over to the table. I sidle up next to Willow, who has two bottles of beer in front of her. She slides one my way.

“Thanks, baby,” I say, bending down for a kiss.

I take a drag of my beer and set it down, then sling an arm around the back of her chair.

“Who was that?” she inquires.

To keep Colt from hearing me—the mention of Lukas’s name would only piss him off—I bend down and say in her ear, “Lukas Black. He owns the club.”

She nods, and looks across the dance floor, bouncing slightly in her seat to the beat of the music. Fucking Lukas. If it wasn’t for him, I could be grinding my cock against Willow’s ass right now on the dance floor.

“Hey Colt,” I call.

“’Sup?” he says, turning to face me, putting his back to the door and the hallway that leads to Lukas’s office. To sweeten the pot, Abby turns our way too. I’m not sure if she would point out Lukas or Tera if she saw either of them, but just in case, this works out better.