Pagan (The Henchmen MC 8)

"Come on," he said after swallowing hard, whacking his buddy in the chest, "let's get to the bar. She's hot, but she ain't that hot."

They shuffled off and Kennedy's body noticeably relaxed, likely realizing that, had I not been there, she'd have had to deal with them on her own. And, given how drunk they all were, and that they were jackasses, that would likely not have gone well for her.

"Fine, you can walk me home," she allowed, not looking at me, but watching the guys retreat. Then she turned away from me and started walking, leaving me to follow like some goddamn puppy.

Which, for some reason, I did.

"Anyone ever tell you the inside of your salon looks like a pussy?" What can I say, I wasn't great at the small talk thing.

And those words didn't have the response I had maybe been expecting- shock or outrage. She did freeze mid-stride, half-turn back, then look at me for a long second before throwing her head back and laughing. Hard. Until her belly hurt. I knew that because she pressed her hand there sometime in the middle.

Fuck if I didn't feel a smile tug at the corners of my lips too.

"Benny tells me that almost daily."

"Benny the gay guy working for you?"

"That'd be him."

"He had fake eyelashes and liner on, and he doesn't like pink?"

"Benny is his own person that way. Alright, this is me," she announced, waving her hand to the side.

I turned, finding a small ranch that couldn't have been more than two beds and one bath, slightly overgrown lawn, and looked like the entire thing hadn't seen an upgrade since the seventies.

"This is where you live? Looks like some old geezer lives here."

"He does," she surprised me by saying, releasing her fingers from the holes in her kitten keychain.

"Sugar daddy, huh? Keeps you fully stocked with Bengay and five-cent coupons."

She snorted at that. "I'm not dating him, you perv. I'm just living here."

"You own your own business, but you're renting a room."

"Any other personal details you would like to know? My credit score? Cup size?" she asked, lifting a brow, making it clear I pressed a sore spot. What that sore spot was was beyond me, but it definitely took the woman from somewhat soft, a little awkward, and sweet, to annoyed, snarky, and haughty in all of a second.

Interesting.

I took a step closer, making the tips of my boots touch the front of her shoes. And because she was in a stand-her-ground type of mood, she didn't go back a step like she probably wanted, knowing me being close was problematic for her. That problem? It was because being within a foot of her had her panties wet. I didn't even have to check to know. I'd bet my left nut that she was soaked earlier at her shop from just having me behind her. And I'd bet my right one that she was getting wet with me right in front of her old-man house.

My hands settled at her hips and slid slowly upward, my cock twitching to life at the way a small shudder moved its way through her body at the chaste touch. Maybe her system was anticipating that my motives were anything but innocent. Her eyes found mine, hers wide, rounded with surprise. Her lips were parted in what had to be anticipation. But I wasn't going to take her lips.

See, I decided sometime between the shop and her driveway that shit was different. I was going to play my hand a way I never had before.

So even though all I had been thinking about was getting inside her all week, it wasn't going to happen this night. Even though I knew I could have her if I wanted to.

My hands pressed in a little firmer as they passed her ribs, feeling the band of her bra, then letting my palms close around her breasts and squeezing until an almost silent moan escaped her lips. Her nipples hardened almost instantly, pressing invitingly against my hands. And, well, I was only a man. I couldn't help but let my hands shift so that my thumbs could work over the tightened points. Until she almost swayed into me she was so far gone already.

Then I let my hands fall away.

"Dunno. I'd say that's about a thirty-six C. Have a good night, Kennedy. I'll be seeing you around."

It wasn't an empty conversation-ender.

It was a fucking promise.

I was going to see her.

I was going to see her spread across my bed stark fucking naked, pussy wet, nipples hard, begging, fucking begging for my cock.

I was going to see her on her knees with my cock buried in her throat.

I was going to see her on all fours with my hand fisted in her hair, claiming her ass as mine.