Chapter 5
Pike
She’s here. What the hell is she doing here? She shouldn’t be in a place like this, but here she is, and dressed like that. I study her, letting my eyes roam up and down her body. She has long tan legs that show from under that mini dress she’s wearing. She shouldn’t be allowed to look that goddamn sexy at her age.
“Jailbait,” I say as I take her in. Her lips part as she turns her head and comes eye to eye with me. She slowly licks her lips, and it makes me wonder what they taste like.
“What are you doin’ here?”
“It’s a party,” she says, nodding toward the scene.
“It is. That doesn’t answer my question.”
“Am I not allowed to party? And how are you out of the hospital already?” she asks me.
“You can party. Just not here.”
“Why not here?”
“The guys will eat you alive lookin’ like that,” I tell her as I nod toward her dress. Hell, I can’t stop looking at her in that thing.
“Maybe that’s the point.”
“You want men all over you, Jailbait?” I step closer to her and into her space. She swallows hard as she looks up at me.
“Maybe.”
“Or I could be all over you,” I tell her as I look into her eyes. She doesn’t look afraid, but there’s something else about her Something, I’m not so sure of. She’s distant in a way.
“You’re my patient,” she tells me. I smirk at her.
“Not anymore. You want a drink?” she nods her head, and I nod back before turning and leading her inside. I don’t see anyone else around her, and it makes me wonder if she came here by herself. What the hell she’s even doing here, to begin with?
I walk to the bar and grab two drinks, passing her one as the music blasts through the speakers. My party is as hyped up as they all are. There are people everywhere, drinks flowing smoothly, and then there’s her.
I watch her sip her drink, and I find myself wondering if she’s even a drinker or if this is all for show.
“You don’t have to drink it,” I tell her as I down my glass and reach for hers. She lets me take it, answering my earlier question. She isn’t much of a drinker. I down her glass before setting the empty glasses back on the bar and turning toward her. I reach up and brush her hair away from her face as she fidgets nervously.
“How did you know I was here?”
“I didn’t. I knew there was a party, and that’s it.”
“It’s my birthday,” I tell her. She smiles.
“Happy birthday. Glad to see you up and moving, although I’m not sure how.”
“The doc released me. You know, after you left my cock with a tube in it.”
“That wasn’t my call,” she replies with a smile on her face. This one seems genuine.
“Could have helped a man out,” I tell her.
“Next time.”
“So you still wanna see my cock then? For there to be a next time.”
“I’m pretty sure you’ve shown it to me,” she retorts with that smile still in place. What am I doing here? Why am I looking at her like a piece of fucking meat I’d like to tear apart with my teeth?
“And did you like it?”
“It wasn’t bad,” she laughs.
“So you did like it. That’s good to know.” She shakes her head and turns, looking around the room. I’m not sure what she’s looking for, and I don’t really care. None of the others are going to be touching her but me.
“Come alone?”
“Yeah. I just heard there was a party,” she repeats her earlier words.
“Parties aren’t really announced. Who’d you hear that from?” Now, she shifts from one foot to another, and I know she’s lying to me.
“People at work.”
“Nice. Well, I’m glad you’re here, Jailbait.” With that, I walk away from her and go to find Mask. I don’t like her being here, not alone. I don’t like her hanging around with people like us.
“What’s up?” Mask asks when I grab his arm.
“Jailbait’s here.”
“Who?”
“The nurse. The hot little nurse from the hospital.”
“Feather?” he asks, looking confused.
“Yeah. Someone needs to scare her off,” I tell him.
“What the hell is she even doin’ here?”
“Said she heard there was a party and showed up,” I tell him what she told me.
“Doesn’t seem likely.”
“Exactly. Now, get someone to scare her off,” I tell him. He chuckles and slaps a hand on my shoulder before calling over one of the other guys.
“Jigsaw, I need you to scare off a little girl,” Mask tells him.
“What girl?” I point her out as she scans the room, not looking our way.
“Can do.” Mask slaps a hand on his back and shoves him in her direction.
“If anyone can scare her off, it’s him. Freaky motherfucker,” Mask tells me. I agree. Jigsaw is a scary-looking fucker. We both watch as he approaches her. She looks terrified. Almost like she wants to scream and run, but then she changes. She shifts on her feet, standing her ground. She pulls her shoulders back and glares at him like he’s the one who’s lost and shouldn’t be here. The change in dynamics keeps me glued to the scene in front of me.
“What the fuck?” Mask grumbles.
“She isn’t backin’ down.”
“Nope. You’re gonna have to do better than that,” he says.
“Fuck me.” I walk away from him listening as he laughs before I make my way back over to them. Jigsaw is still trying to convince her she doesn’t belong here when I wave him off and grab her hand. I drag her through the crowd and into the dimly lit hallway before shoving her roughly against the wall. I know I shouldn’t do it but I do it anyway. I crash my lips to hers. There’s a clatter of teeth and tongue as we both fight for dominance. She loses.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow every sound she makes, making it my own. I keep kissing her as her hands start to trail all over my body, careful of my side. When her hand runs down the front of me and grabs my cock, I groan.
“Fuck me, Jailbait.”
“If you want to.”
“What?” I ask, pulling back a little. I didn’t just hear her right. There’s no way she’s offering herself up to me like this. No fucking way in hell. Not a girl like her.
“I said if you want to.” She doesn’t look like she wants to do that. And I’m not one to force a woman to sleep with me, but her? There’s something about her that’s driving me fucking insane. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about her all day. Her touch. And now her kiss? They’re addicting. They’re a drug.
“Don’t say shit you’ll regret later.”
“Who said I’d regret it?” she asks me in return. Then, before I know it, she’s kissing me once again. Her lips claim mine in a heated kiss that could rival all others. And I let her. I let her fucking kiss me, touch me, making me hot. I grind against her, needing more. Needing her. What the hell is with this girl? Why does she make me feel like this?
I tear my mouth away from hers and watch her eyes as they look between mine.
“You better go, Jailbait.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t know what’s right or wrong.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she murmurs. I shake my head. That isn’t what she wants. I don’t know what the hell it is she wants, but it isn’t sex with me.
I shake my head, “No, darlin’. That isn’t what you want, and we both know it. Once my cock has been inside you, that’s it. No one else will fuckin’ touch you.” I see something flash in her eyes, and it makes me wonder what she’s hiding. Instead of going further, she nods her head and leans in, pressing her lips to mine once more.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Then she’s gone. She disappears down the hallway and into the crowd as I adjust my cock. That’s when I notice it missing.
She stole my fucking wallet.