Stryker

The bar was never busy on Sunday afternoons, until around five, which was why I’d decided to ditch my plans of being alone on my balcony for this place. I was still alone, but it just felt less lonely, as though I had a place where I belonged.

I would spend my time in a dark corner and watch others come and go. They’d come in with friends, loved ones, maybe; it was a guessing game with me. When the nights were busy I’d guess who would hook up with whom.

I wasn’t always right.

There wasn’t anyone here right now to grab my attention, until I glanced toward the door.

My heart stopped as the light streaming through the open door followed her inside. She was a redhead, and her hair shined like liquid fire. She looked shy and unsure as she hesitated on the doorstep. Then Julio called out and her whole face lit up with delight at seeing the older man. I felt something hit me in the chest.

Ridiculous.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was the woman from last night and she was more beautiful than I remembered. My gaze swept over her body. Soft and delicate.

Julio tugged her close to where I was hiding in the dark, and offered her the table two over from mine. It gave me an unobserved view of the delectable woman. She removed her jacket and looked around, her eyes hovered on me before they moved away.

She knew someone sat where I did, but she had no idea who. I knew that my face was completely hidden, which was the reason why I’d chosen this particular seat.

With a glance over her shoulder toward me, she reached into her large purse and pulled out a laptop. I had no idea how to use one, but I’d seen others with them.

Once she’d set her work area up, and Julio had delivered her a tall glass of milk, she started to work.

She’d ordered milk.

Was that why Julio sat her near me? Because she ordered milk and we obviously came in alone.

The young woman was distracted so I used it to my advantage and really looked while I was unobserved; no Coach or guards watching my every move.

Her hair was a rich, glowing auburn with natural curls that tumbled carelessly down her back. The urge to bury my nose into the back of her neck and inhale her scent into my lungs was strong. The dream I’d had last night had been about the feel of her silken strands as they caressed over my body. Just remembering the dream, and having her so close, had my body twitching with tension; so much so that I shoved my hand into my jeans to rearrange my hard cock into a better position.

As I watched, her fingers stilled from the rapid speed on the keyboard, and then she tilted her head to the side. The shock of having those emerald green eyes locked onto mine when I knew she couldn’t see me caused my blood to thicken and pulse with arousal.

I was completely enthralled with her. The smooth skin of her face glowed with pale gold undertones was highlighted by the freckles dusting her cheekbones and over the bridge of her nose. Like cinnamon sugar. My eyes focused on her full and rounded lips while the tip of her tongue snaked out to run along them. It was clearly a nervous habit.

She quickly turned back to her computer, but her fingers stayed lax, as though she was distracted and couldn’t think.

Her curves made my mouth water. She wasn’t skinny like the women that they’d tried to award me with, she was all woman. Her breasts and ass would easily fill my hands, and the more I thought about pounding into her, the more my dick twitched and throbbed for release.

My fists clenched on the table because I desperately wanted to drag her to the back of the bar and finish what she’d started by just sitting there.

What the fuck was I doing?

I had no right to watch her, or fantasize about her touch, or what I wanted to do to her. I just couldn’t look away.

I eventually inhaled, and shook my head to try and clear the lust. It eased, but refused to leave.

God, I was losing it.

Why her? I’d never felt want or need as hard before.

All of a sudden, she jumped down from the seat, closed her laptop and shoved it back into her purse. She grabbed her jacket and the straps of her brown purse before she moved to the bar.

As she leaned over it to talk to Julio, the denim stretched over her curvy bottom, which put the vision of her doing just that with me behind her back in my head.

I silently moaned, and my erection leaped with excitement.

I needed a fucking cold shower!

How the hell was I supposed to deal with that? The whole emotion behind my want was ridiculous and scared the fuck out of me at the same time. Never before.