by C. M. Steele
“Lena,” I whisper.
“Sexy as fuck,” he growls, rolling his hips on mine. “Now that we got that squared away… Lips here.” He taps his mouth, and I don’t hesitate to give him what he wants. Tilting my head up, I pout my lips, essentially signing them over to him for his pleasure. “Mine.”
“Everett,” the woman shouts again. I’m starting to get irritated with her.
"What?" he grumbles.
"Everett, come on. I need help."
“Give me a minute. You could have served a dozen drinks by now.” Everett turns his attention back to me and stares into my eyes. He cups my chin, holding it tenderly as he says, "Look. I have to go help behind the bar. You keep your pretty ass in here and don't move.” I wonder if he’ll punish me if I split on him. I think that would be more of a punishment to me to leave. "If you cut out on me, I'm going to find your ass and show you what happens to little girls who don't know how to follow rules." He swats my ass.
"Who do you think you are?"
"I'm your man, Lena. Get used to the idea." He steps back and moves to the door.
He opens the door slightly and slips out, leaving me alone in the office, and I hear the door latch shut. Fuck, the bastard locked me in here. Asshole.
Chapter Five
Everett
What the hell has come over me? Lena has. That’s for sure. I should let her out. I turn around to do just that; I unlatch the lock, but I don’t tell her that because I’m interrupted by a group of women heading to the bathroom. Instead, I walk back behind the bar and toss the towel over my shoulder. I'm not letting her go at all. She's fucking perfect, and I'm doing my best to maintain control.
From the second my eyes landed on her, I knew she was mine. I had to grab her before someone else took her from me. And as I made my way through the crowd, many eyes landed on her tiny, sexy ass. The costume matched mine, including the vampire cross, except her outfit had to have been made for a child because it hid nothing from my eyes or anyone else's.
"Give me two Haunted House shots, cousin," Greg says, holding onto a petite woman close to his side. She looks too young to be here, and I wonder if she's the one who came with my future wife. "ID, please."
"Come on, Rett. Don't be a dick. My woman came all this way to surprise me." He's supposed to be helping, but he's about as useful as a piece of paper in the ocean. When I saw him walk in tonight, I was shocked because he said he wasn't going to bartend. The fucker meant it. He's had four drinks and hit on every single chick in this place since he arrived in his stupid Dracula costume. He copied me at the store, and I know why. We resemble each other to an extent, so if he gets in trouble, he can claim it was me.
"I came all this way because you're a fucking lazy shit."
"Fine, I'll get them myself."
I walk away and help two females who are smiling up at me with bubbly expressions on their faces. "Dracula, do you want a taste?" She pulls her top a little out of the way to try and entice me, but I don’t bite.
"No, thanks.” I intentionally pull off my fangs because I don’t want any more women hitting on me. Besides, for what I have planned for Lena, I don’t want to hurt my woman’s pussy. “What can I get you two ladies?"
"Um...two Haunted House shots and two Gummy Worm shots."
"Okay. Coming up." I turn around and grab the bottles, pouring them into glasses. "That's twenty dollars." One woman slides a twenty along the bar top with a phone number written on it. I slip it into the drawer without even looking at it twice and then walk down to the next customer. It’s a guy, thankfully. These women are either looking for free drinks or a quick hookup, but I’m not that kind of man.
"Smile—you'll get more tips and maybe get laid," the guy says.
"Not interested in anyone in this room. What can I do for you?"
"A Jack and Coke." I make the drink and put the money in the drawer. I don't need the tips, so if there are any, I leave them to the other two bartenders. The entire time I’m serving, my attention goes toward the back room, hoping she stayed put. For the next two hours I pour and ring up the guests until the next bartender comes in. She's my cousin, and her outfit's about as skimpy as my woman's.
The crowd seems to be dying down after the contest. I didn’t participate in that because I’m not interested in it. The Freddy Krueger costume took first place. “Hey, I’ll be back to help close, but I have to do some paperwork.”
“Okay.” She winks, knowing damn well I don’t have paperwork to do. I shrug off her suspicions and take a soda over to the back door and enter the office. She’s still there. My sweet girl is sleeping on the sofa with her phone in her hand. It lights up, catching my notice, and I wonder if it’s her friend.
I snatch it up without waking her up and see a string of texts between her and someone named Merrick. I want to fucking kill the bastard. I read through them and want to break his neck.
Hey Lena, this is Merrick from Bio.
Hey Merrick. How did you get my number? Good. She didn’t give it to him. That eases some of the jealousy raging through me. I know I don’t have a right to get mad about the past, but I don’t like any of this.
Briana gave it to me. So what are you up to tonight? There goes feeling sorry for her.
I'm out at a party just outside of Peoria.
What the hell are you doing all the way out there? I release a low growl. None of his fucking business where she is.
I'm in one of those escape rooms. Fuck, she’s got a sense of humor.
Nice. I wish I was in there with you. I'd find every reason to stay inside close to you. And now my humor disappeared.
Oh please. Have a good night. See you in class. Good girl.
It would be a better night if I were with you. Suddenly thoughts of murder and how to get away with it cross my mind.
Don't you have a girlfriend?
No. I'm single and waiting for you.
Sorry, I have a boyfriend. She better be talking about me.
Who?
You don't know him. He doesn't go to school with us.
Dump him. I'm sure he doesn't know what to do with you. I sure as fuck know what to do with her. This guy really wants an ass-whooping.
Bye. Merrick.
Come on, Lena. The motherfucker doesn’t know when to quit.
I take the phone and walk back out of the room and through the back exit to the bar. I need some air before I decide to do something dumb like hunt this fucker down. My blood’s boiling. With every message between them, I get more and more jealous. I don't understand how she's doing this to me, but I'm losing my mind. I've never been possessive of any woman, and here I am committing crimes. Either way, I don't give a fuck.
Another message comes in. Lena, take a picture of your sexy costume at least. I didn't get a good enough look as you left your dorm.
I hit call on the message. I'm going to let this fucker know she's not interested and to back off before I murder him. "Lena, baby. I'm so glad you called me. I love hearing your voice."
"This isn't Lena. This is her man. If you don't leave her alone, I'll bury you. She's mine, and you better remember that."
"Who is this?"
"Did you fucking hear me? She's not yours. End of story." I end the call and block his number. She's got no idea what she's gotten herself into by coming here. For the first time in my life, I feel like happiness is here. Gavin and Grandpa were right.
I storm back into the room to see her looking for her phone. My entry gets her attention, and she lifts her eyes to mine, scowling at me so prettily.
"Your little stalker is gone,” I inform her.
"Stalker? You were checking my messages?" I like that she confirmed it for me.
"You had them open when you fell asleep."
"I wouldn't be asleep if you didn't lock me in here and my stupid friend would answer her phone."
"I didn’t lock you in here.” Well, for a second I did. “Besides, she can't hear you out there. It's too noisy."
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"Are you ready to let me out of here? I promise to leave and not get you in trouble. It's not like you served me, so you can’t get in trouble for that."
"I'm not worried about that. I told you the door was unlocked. I don’t want you out there because of what you got on. That fucking dress leaves little to the imagination, and even as you laid there I could see your sweet little pink panties peeking out." A blush covers her face, but she doesn’t try to hide her ass from my view.
She lets out a huff. “My phone, please.”
“Here you go, baby.” I hand it over to her and then lean on the desk behind me, resting my ass on the top while crossing my feet. I watch her movements as she avoids looking at me and my raging hard-on that’s pressing against the seam of my slacks.
She stuffs it in her small purse and then stands up. "I'm ready to go. Excuse me, Brett.”
My eyes narrow as she plays like she’s not interested. I stand up, unclip this stupid cape around my neck, and toss it on the sofa. Stalking closer to her, I wait for her to move, but she doesn’t. It’s almost as if she doesn’t really want to go like she’s claiming. "It's Everett, baby."
"What do you want with me?" she asks. I see the vulnerability, but suddenly I’m overtaken with my own. What if she thinks I’m crazy?
"If I told you, you might run."
"Oh really? Are you one of those Doms?" she questions.
"Doms?" It takes me a minute to put it together. "No, no. I'm just interested in more than fucking you." I suppose my attitude did give that impression. I’m not myself with her, and I don’t think I’ll ever be the same boring guy again.
"Really? Why?"
"You know why. You have to feel it too."
"I do, but I don't understand it."
I slide my left arm around her waist and drag her body to mine. The feeling is incredibly hard to explain, but I crave the softness of her skin. "Then we’re on the same page."
"I doubt that. I need to go find my friend before she worries." Even as she says that, she rolls her pussy up over my shaft, grinding against my zipper. She’s trying to do the right thing, but her body is telling her where she belongs.
"She's with my cousin,” I tell her, hoping to keep her with me.
This pisses her off for some reason, and she pulls out of my arms. "Oh, so he's into locking away women too?"
I drag her back where she belongs and then kiss the tip of her nose. "Nope They're out there dancing."
"So I'm forced to sit here and wait for you while she gets to have fun."
"We could definitely have fun in here.” I slide my hand over her ass, rubbing it through the fabric. “If you want, I'll take you dancing another time, but you can't dance in that."
"Last call." We can hear it coming from outside the door.
"I can dance in this." It’s hilarious that she thinks I believe her.
I give her an incredulous stare, tipping her chin, I ask, “Without exposing your luscious ass?”
“Yes.”
I let go of her, step back, and cross my arms to watch. "Show me."
"No."
"If your sweet, round ass doesn't pop out of that skirt, I'll take you out there and dance with you."
“I don't have any music."
I pull out my phone and turn on some music. She blushes but puts down her purse. She starts to lose her balance, so I take her hand and steady her as the music fills the room. Letting go of it, she slowly sways her hips, and my point is becoming abundantly clear. The hem rides up, revealing inch after inch of her sleek, creamy thighs.
My hands find their way to the hem of her supposed dress. “See, baby? I can’t let you go out there to shake your sexy ass for the crowd. I’d kill someone.”
A gasp escapes her lips as I draw her in, pulling her against my body. “I’d rather spend the night exploring every inch of you than going to jail.”
“Then you better get started. The sun will be up in a few hours.”
“Well, I’m going to have to take you to my bed, my sweet little vamp, and feast on your pussy.”
“Oh my goodness,” she moans out.
“Oh, no. We’re only going to be bad tonight.”
Chapter Six
Lena
What am I doing? I want him so much I'm willing to let him seduce me on the tiny sofa—a man in a Dracula costume. Granted, he’s in one hell of a sexy costume that matches mine a little. I look like his bride. My pussy gushes at that idea. I’m shocked by how horny I am, and I need a moment to process this. I can’t give up my virginity on a sofa in the back of a bar with an audience out in the hall.
I gently tug on his hair and pant out, "Stop. We need to stop." He nods his head, dragging his face off my neck and resting his forehead to mine. His breathing is heavier than mine. Seeing the lust and desire in his eyes only makes him sexier.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” His apology is so sincere that my heart melts a little more. He’s winning me over and hardly trying. “Fuck, you're making me lose my mind." I hear the regret in his voice, and although I should be bothered by it, I stopped us because I felt the same way.
"Same here," I confess, running my hands over his chest and feeling the smoothness of his white dress shirt.
"I still have to close up the bar. I'm sorry, but I can't let you go out there dressed like that.”
I’m not even going to argue with him about it because I know this dress is too damn short. "My clothes are in my roommate's car. I can grab them."
"Let me grab them for you. I won't be long. I promise."
"I'll be waiting,” I add, tossing him a wink.
He freezes and tilts his head, asking with sincerity, "Do you mean that?"
"Yes."
He drops down onto his knees and steals a deep kiss. "I didn't know you'd be here and yet, here you are." Then he’s up on his feet and gone.
While I wait for his return, I look at my phone. I see that he was serious about calling Merrick. It's crazy, but I'm glad he did. I ought to kick Briana for giving him my number. I scroll through my phone, trying to keep busy. He's still not back, and it's been fifteen minutes. I'm about to go out and get him when the door opens. "I thought you were staying put?"
"I thought you'd be right back."
"Touché," he growls.
"Sorry. I had to find the two of them. They were in the car." He rolls his eyes.
"So you saw her naked?" I don't know why I ask. I'm lying because I know exactly why I ask. I'm jealous as hell.
"No. I didn't see her naked. My cousin hadn't gotten that far yet. Besides, I wasn't interested in anything other than your bag." I tilt my head, smiling at him for trying to ease my insane jealousy, accidentally revealing my missing patch of hair and scar. “Hey, what happened here?” He runs his hand over my cheek, his thumb brushing back the hair past my ear. His fingers get close to my wound, but he’s careful not to touch it. I worry that he’s going to be disgusted, but all I see in his eyes is concern.
“I had an accident.”
“When? Are you okay?” The sound of his fear and pain cause my heart to melt.
I cup his face with my hands and say, “I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Yes, I suppose that’s true, but I don’t like that you got hurt. I wasn’t there to protect you.” The conviction in his voice tells me that he honestly feels partly responsible even though we just met.
“Thanks, Everett, but you better get going before someone comes in here this time.”
“Fine.” He rubs my arms and looks deeply into my eyes. “But you are okay?”
I give him a thumbs up and say, "Okay. I'll meet you at the bar in a few."
"I'll be waiting,” he repeats my words to me.
"Do you mean that?"
"Damn straight. I don't know how patiently, but I'll be waiting." He kisses me again and then walks out. I click the inside lock and then slip on my pants. I go into the bathroom and check my appearance before heading out into the crowd. It's died do
wn a lot, but there's still a bunch of broads at the bar, chatting up Everett. I wonder if this is a regular occurrence. Damn, I don't know a thing about him. I should forget that we ever met and run, but where would I go? My roommate is getting busy in the car, so I'm guessing we won't be going anywhere until she's done.
He spots me and crooks his finger, summoning me to him. The intense stare he's giving me says it all. He thinks he owns me. Well, he's not wrong. I want him to own me, possess me, make me feel alive.
"I thought you were going to change,” he growls, invading my space and making my panties drenched.
"Nah, I figured you'd just tear it off me later and I kind of like my normal clothes." My chest is on display with massive cleavage showing, but a part of me wanted to show those broads that I’m his and I can be sexy too.
"Smart woman." He wags his brows with a low guttural rumble escaping his chest.
"Do you need any help?" I press my hand onto his chest and smile up at him.
With a whisper he answers, "It would help if I could be buried deep inside you, but that’s going to have to wait. As for the bar, you're not old enough to be in here, so just take a seat.”
"Okay."
I take a seat like he says and let my gaze roam around the bar. It's a very nice place. Not that I've ever been to a bar before, but I've seen an episode or two of Bar Rescue. Just as I'm admiring the atmosphere, a guy in a Joker costume comes to sit down beside me. "Hi, I'm Harry. Who are you?"
"My fiancé. Back off," Everett growls. That’s one way to keep guys away from me. We just met, so I know he’s not serious.
“So it’s like that?” Harry questions with a smirk.
“This is my uncle, and he’s just leaving,” Everett says, grabbing the man by the arm and leading him to the door before coming back to my side for a kiss.
“Bar’s closed,” the female bartender I didn’t notice earlier says, holding the door open for the last heifers at the bar.
Everett doesn’t introduce me to the staff, and I’m a little put out by it. Thoughts of him refusing to introduce me to his exes come into my head. It’s a horrible train of thought, so I try to force them out. He takes my things in one hand and my hand in the other and leads us outside.