Chapter 2
TWO
SEAN
The woman before me has me utterly captivated, all the way from her blonde hair and brown highlights down to her strap-on heels. She’s enchanted me from the moment she stepped in my bar, and a part of me—while disappointed, sure—is grateful that Allison cut ties with Noah and I this morning.
Via text.
The thought makes my eyes roll. It’s the last time I let Noah pick the girl, that’s for sure. From that moment on, I told him that anyone we shared would have to have their frontal lobe fully developed.
But the woman before me…well, that’s not a concern.
And she knows what she wants, too.
I clear my throat. The alcohol is starting to relax me, and I want nothing more than to make the woman in front of me delirious from alcohol and my cock. “What if I told you that I could make that happen for you?”
Her pink-stained lips pop open. “What?”
I smirk down at her and grip the bar top to keep from putting my hands on her so soon. “I know a place. Never done it either, actually. But I know where I can make that fantasy come true for you.”
She stares at me for what feels like an eternity until she says, “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Are you going to hurt me?” she asks.
“Absolutely not,” I reassure her. Granted, even someone who was going to hurt her would respond that exact same way, but I’m not going to tell her that. I may have just met this woman tonight, but I already know she thinks more than she breathes. “You’re safe with me, little girl.”
She melts into the chair at my words. Deep satisfaction fills me as I walk around the bar and hold out my hand.
If she takes it, then I’m going to ruin her in the best of ways.
If she doesn’t, then there will be an Uber on the way within minutes.
I ask the question pressing at my brain, though. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
And when electricity shoots up my hand as she takes it, I know I’m completely and utterly fucked.
“Lauren.”
Lauren was quiet the entire drive here, and a part of me is nervous that I scared her off when I started feeding her water and carbs.
Okay, a lot of me is nervous.
But for fuck’s sake, I’m not actually going to take advantage of a drunk girl half my age. I may be into some weird, kinky shit—but I do draw the line at rape. It’s been hours since I offered to make her fantasy come true, but she needed time to sober up entirely.
I swallow nervously as I park my truck in the parking lot of the Motel 6. Because who else would have a sketchy-as-fuck glory hole? I crane my neck to look at her, pausing when I find her eyes already searching my face. “Do you want this, Lauren? Because I can and will take you home.”
She bites her lip, and I swear my dick twitches in my jeans. “I think so.”
I cock an eyebrow. “I’m gonna need you to know so, sweetheart.”
She bites back a smile. “Are you always so firm?”
Deciding to take a risk from hell, I lean over the center console, unbuckle her seatbelt, and lift her out of the passenger seat entirely.
She squeals and grabs ahold of my shoulders as I position her to straddle my lap.
I smirk up at her, moving my hands to her waist. “I was a Master Sergeant in the Marine Corps, and I’m a grown man who knows what he wants.
Safe to say that firm is my default, yeah. ”
Her eyes stay locked on my lips. “I want this. But…”
“But?” I prompt.
“But you haven’t even kissed me yet. I’m afraid I can’t suck your cock like we both need until that’s rectified, Sergeant.”
I groan.
I’ve been wanting to do this for fucking hours, but I also wanted to make sure the glassy look in her eyes was gone first. Now, with her in my lap, directly in front of my face, I can see it’s fully gone, and my restraint is being pulled like a tightrope. “Then kiss me, little girl.”
She doesn’t hesitate.
In milliseconds, her mouth is molded to mine, her hands gripping my face tightly.
And the kiss is anything but sweet. It’s hot, feverish, uncontrolled.
Her tongue finds mine immediately, swiping at it.
The taste of cherries invade my senses, and I want nothing more than to taste every single inch of her.
Lauren pulls back, eyes heavy and hooded. Her lips are swollen, lower face the slightest bit agitated from the scruff of my beard. “Sean?”
My voice is hoarse. “Yeah?”
“I want this.”
Thank fuck.
I grab the back of her head and slam my mouth to hers this time, desperately needing to devour her. I genuinely can’t get enough of her, and I already know I’m going to be sad when this night officially comes to an end.
As if she can read my thoughts, she pulls away. “What happens after this?”
I stare at her. “I take you home.”
“Will I see you again?”
Raising a hand, I wipe at my beard. “I don’t know.”
The answer makes her pause, and for a second, I wonder if I’ve completely fucked everything up. But I promised her that I would be honest, and while a one-night stand and kinky shenanigans sound fantastic, I don’t know if I’m ready for anything more so soon.
Let alone Noah.
Just as I go to lift her off me, accepting what is, she shocks me by pressing against me and forcing a hiss out of my mouth. “Whatever. Make my fantasy come true. We have tonight.”