Chapter 4 #2
“You’re a drill sergeant,” he grumbled.
“That’s why I pay the big bucks,” I hit back, smirking.
We reached the front door together right as someone stepped out of PD’s shop.
A man in a leather jacket with a crew cut and bushy beard rolled his shoulders as he shifted into the sun.
He was tall and wide, with broad shoulders and thick eyebrows.
His face was familiar from the many files given to me that I’d pored over for weeks on end.
Biker. Brother to Joshua Hebb. Boyfriend to Charley Hughes. Been to prison, was released early because of overcrowding. He sliced his victim’s necks. If he left them alive, he’d leave scars, which was how he got his nickname.
Colton Hebb, a.k.a. Scar, glanced toward us, eyes narrowed suspiciously as I shoved my key into the door.
His watchful gaze glinted with danger, and he twisted his body until he was fully turned toward us.
He crossed his arms, leather pulling over his biceps, but didn’t speak. His silence was enough.
“Fuck. Let me get inside.” Wylie shoved past me before I could yank the key back out.
I shook my head, tipped my chin to Scar with a smug smile, and then slipped inside with Flint right behind me.
“Are you insane?” Wylie hissed as I shut the door securely and turned the lock. “That’s who you want to piss off?”
I opened my mouth to retaliate when I heard a bang, then a hiss deeper in the store, in one of the other rooms. I held up my palm before Wylie could say any more and frowned, listening carefully.
“Darn.” The whisper was low but still loud enough for my ears to capture. The voice was familiar. Oliver. But what was he doing in here?
Pleasure tickled my spine and my stomach tingled. I’d caught a little mouse in a trap I hadn’t meant to set, and now every single one of my nerve endings sizzled with a fiery lust. My cock hardened.
“Stay here,” I hissed at Wylie and Flint as I stalked toward the room where the noise had come from.
The moment I was close to the doorway, Oliver darted out past me with more speed than I’d expected.
He bumped his shoulder against mine, nearly making me lose my balance, and ran toward the side door that led into the alley between the buildings.
I didn’t hesitate, chasing after him. The alley was narrow.
Trash cans lined the buildings, and he kept hitting them with his knees, toppling the trash onto the ground with a clang.
He banged into one brick wall, then the other.
There was nothing agile or graceful about him.
He was currently a wrecking ball, and with every can he hit, he slowed down.
My arms pumped as I gave chase, adrenaline firing in my veins. Pleasure and excitement roared through my chest, my lungs expanding from a combination of exertion and exhilaration. He had no chance. I was a predator after prey, ravenous for my next meal.
Catching him wasn’t a triumph, but I celebrated internally the moment I grasped his shoulder and spun him around. He stumbled backward and fell, landing hard on his ass. I didn’t give him a chance to gain his bearings before I was on top of him, sitting on him to pin him down.
“Get off!” He squirmed and shoved at my hands as I seized his wrists and fastened them beside his head. “I didn’t do anything!”
I laughed as he struggled harder, rocking his hips upward to throw me off his abdomen.
Nice try, little mouse, but it won’t work.
I had way more muscle than him, and it added to my weight, making it impossible for him to do a damned thing.
“Lookie what I caught.” I smirked, delight zipping through me. “A little mouse. I thought you were a kitten! What were you doing in my shop, mousey?”
Oliver struggled harder and I didn’t miss the tears glistening in the corners of his eyes, creating a sheen on his pretty brown irises. The sight of him crying sent another wave of lust through me, and my dick throbbed, caught behind the prison of my briefs and jeans.
But I wasn’t the only one affected. I leaned back, catching the feel of a bulge.
Oh my. “Is the little mouse turned on by getting snared in a trap?” I rocked back against his hard length, and he cried out, the sound somewhere between frustration and pleasure. Interesting.
“Let me go!” He kicked his legs and a gasp left him when I tightened my hold on his wrists.
I flirted my lips along his ear. “Is that what you really want, Oliver?”
Tears trickled down his face, and I swooped in, tongue darting out to catch one and suck it into my mouth. The saltiness had my dick pulsing.
“What the heck?” he hissed.
“I want to tell you a story.” I brushed my nose over his ear, hunger coiling inside me, firing every one of my synapses.
He whimpered.
Mm. Delicious.
Heat pooled in the pit of my stomach and my dick plumped and flexed.
I breathed in his musky scent, taking note of the rich aroma of something peppery I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
Rum spice? I wasn’t entirely sure, but the smell swallowed me whole, taking up space in every recess of my body until it was all I wanted to breathe in. Weird, but nice.
Seeing him beneath me tickled a part of my brain that wanted to cause trouble. Genetic, Father might’ve said. He always complained about how Luke was an agitator, and as much as I hated him, maybe Father was right about me having a similar taste for chaos.
And from what I knew about Oliver, his weakness was a certain redhead. How fun.
“I met a pretty man, and he was tall and gorgeous. Wide shoulders, muscular chest, and a really, really nice mouth.” My fingers curled, nails digging into the delicate skin of his wrists. “He’s pretty. Big, but pretty, with red hair and a smile that can take any man’s breath away. His name is KC.”
Oliver froze, his arms stiffening. He sucked in a sharp breath, and I watched his lips as they popped open. His pupils dilated.
Damn, he was as gorgeous as KC, but in a completely different way. They were polar opposites. KC was big and broad with a sweet, cocky confidence. All muscles and height. Oliver was smaller, slimmer, and shy, yet also fiery. He hid behind his brown curls. Too bad I couldn’t seduce him, too.
“Mm, you know him, don’t you?”
He pressed his lips together, his jaw hardening. Oh, this was fun.
“You do, little mouse.” I laughed, rich and deep and full of excitement that made me believe I could take on the world.
Playing with people was thrilling, but messing with Oliver?
It made my entire year. He got so flustered, a flush of anger bleeding across his cheeks.
His outrage was edible. “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of him.
” I leaned closer to his ear again and nipped his lobe.
“I’ll make him scream my name as I pound into that big, tight ass. ”
Oliver’s entire face transformed into an emotion I couldn’t describe. He was a blizzard, full of ice and cold, and he moved with precision. He reared forward and managed to headbutt my face.
I crashed to his side, groaning as I grabbed my nose. Blood poured into my hand, and while I knew he hadn’t broken it—it would’ve hurt worse—he’d certainly done some damage.
The little mouse grew some balls. Good for him.
“Fuck you,” Oliver growled out as he shot to his feet, taking a few steps back. “You’re going to regret this, you piece of crap.”
I laughed, despite the agony that echoed from my face, and grinned up at him. Blood slid past my lips, and I could taste the tangy bitterness on my tongue. “What an inventive insult, little mouse.”
He pointed a finger at me, his chest rising and falling with harsh breaths. “Stay away from KC. I fucking mean it. I’ll kill you before you get anywhere near him. I’ll . . . . I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” I teased, smirking on purpose to piss him off more. “What will you do? He’s never paid attention to you, has he?”
“How do you—” His muscles went stiff and the fury in his eyes blazed. “Are you the guy . . . ? You piece of shit. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
I cocked my head and licked my teeth, tasting more bitterness. I let go of my nose and blood gushed from my nostrils down my lips and chin. I rose, and he stepped back again, the tension crackling in the air between us.
He squared his shoulders, a soldier ready for battle, and I pushed down the urge to chuckle again.
“Shall we test that theory, little mouse? You and me, seducing KC to see who gets him into bed first.”
Oliver scoffed. “He’s not a prize to be won. He’s a literal angel. Better than you or I deserve.”
I tsked. “I bet he’s a devil between the sheets.”
He hissed angrily, hands balling into fists at his sides.
“If you win him over, I’ll leave him alone. Hell, I’ll even move my shop somewhere else.” I raised my eyebrows when he flinched at the words. “But when I win, I make you my apprentice so you can watch as KC fawns over me. How does that sound?”
He swallowed visibly, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He stood taller, but it did nothing to put him anywhere near my height. Finally, he nodded and shoved out his hand. “We shake on it.”
I chuckled and swiped my fingers under my nostrils, smearing the blood onto my skin. He winced as I slid my palm into his. “It’s a deal.”
It didn’t take him long to snap his hand back, and then he turned, racing toward the end of the alley.
I watched him, taking in the way his ass jiggled as he ran.
It wasn’t the tightest I’d seen, but fuck it was cute.
My cock was decidedly interested in his assets.
Intriguing. I ran my tongue over my front teeth, catching more blood.
Curious, though. What was he doing in my new place?
As though reading my mind, Flint yelled from the side door of the shop. “Boss, the little shithead put rotten meat behind a grate in the wall. Probably wanted to make the place smell bad. I’m getting rid of it.”
I laughed harder. Oh, little mouse, the games were just beginning.