Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4
I t was a wonder Pirate wasn’t fired from his job. Principal Rockland had not been happy that he’d missed three days of work unexpectedly. Pirate couldn’t use the excuse of a family emergency or anything else. Hell, he was pretty sure the only reason he still had a job was because of his impeccable attendance record up until that week.
When they got back late Wednesday night, Pirate and Sophia fell exhausted into his bed. Their dogs, Billy the Kidd and Enola Bones, joined them without hesitation. Due to the spontaneity of their absence, neither one had found dog care prior to the trip. Thankfully, Jasmine had a key to Sophia’s apartment and had been able to pick up Enola on their way back into Mount Grove Sunday afternoon. Kidd already lived in the apartment Pirate shared with Jasmine and Jumper, along with Winnie the Pooch, Jasmine’s dog, and Aerial.
It had taken getting a prospect to get Pirate’s spare key to his cage up to Pittsburgh to be able to get his Charger back to Mount Grove, but that had been handled too. While Pirate would like to say that he had taken a taxi to the airport because he knew it would be a faster drop-off and he was thinking ahead, the truth of the matter was he’d been in such a rush to catch up with Sophia that he’d forgotten about his cage being in the bridal shop’s parking lot until he’d already been in a taxi on the way to the airport. With his keys in his pocket.
Not exactly his most brilliant move, but not his stupidest either.
The night they’d returned from San Francisco, Pirate had been too tired to argue with Sophia about lying down in his bed beside him. It honestly hadn’t even occurred to him that it was weird she’d done so until she was already lying there. When he’d tried to say something, she’d grumbled, “Just go to fucking sleep,” before promptly doing so herself.
She’d still been passed out in his bed when he’d left for work the next morning. Pirate had tried to wake her, but the woman wouldn’t budge. He had no idea what she’d told Jumper or Jasmine that morning after waking up, but they never questioned him about it. Maybe she’d been able to sneak out before anything had happened.
That was also the last time she’d slept in his bed. Over the next two weeks or so, they’d met up at random times, fucked, and then gone on their merry way. Sophia still showed up randomly in his apartment. Other than them fucking like bunnies, life seemed to have gone on as if their trip to Oahu and San Francisco had never happened.
As there wasn’t a waiting period in California, their marriage was effective almost immediately. There’d been no way to stop it before it was officially filed. And the fact that Sophia had started having to wear turtlenecks to hide the evidence of their amorous activities, an annulment was definitely out. Pennsylvania law required a ninety day waiting period before divorce proceedings could start, even with mutual consent.
So they would still be married when Jasmine and Jumper said, “I do”, even though no one knew.
Unfortunately, when Sophia and Pirate had agreed to keep their accidental marriage a secret, they had not taken Keys into account.
Pirate hadn’t even been back a full day before Keys confronted him. But thankfully Keys was good at keeping secrets and understood Pirate and Sophia’s desire to not upstage Jumper and Jasmine as they neared their big day.
“I don’t get it,” Keys said when they were about a month out from Jumper and Jazz’s wedding day and thirty-three days into the ninety day required waiting period. Keys and Pirate were playing a game of pool at Demons on the Rocks . Keys was a hell of a shot…for a computer nerd.
Pirate bent over the table, lining up his pool stick. “Get what?”
“So you’re getting a divorce but you’re still sleeping together? I mean, even with getting the divorce, why keep the fact that you’re sleeping together a secret?”
“Because it’s not that big of a deal.” Pirate took the shot, narrowly missing pocketing the solid ball. “And we aren’t dating.”
Keys walked around the table. “Okay, then let me rephrase: why aren’t the two of you dating?”
Pirate shrugged. “Because we don’t see each other that way.” He felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket. Pulling it out, he grinned when he saw it was a picture of Sophia in front of her bathroom mirror in nothing but a towel wrapped around her hair.
Sophia: You bastard! Look how many marks you left on me! I have to dress like a nun to hide them all!
Pirate: That sounds like a YOU problem. Not a ME problem.
Sophia: It’ll be a YOU problem when I stop giving you access to my body.
Pirate: Nice try, wench. You like what I do to your body too much to deny me access.
Sophia: Fuck you! You’re on notice, Pirate. Stop leaving bite marks all over me!
Pirate: What time are you back tonight?
Pirate knew from overhearing Jasmine and Jumper talking earlier that Jazz was taking Sophia, Amanda, and Zoe out for cocktails tonight.
It was several minutes before Sophia answered, during which Pirate and Keys both took additional shots.
Sophia: Around 11:30.
Pirate: I’ll text you when I’m on my way.
He looked up from pocketing his phone to see Keys staring at him. “What?”
“I don’t get it,” the younger man repeated. “You claim you don’t see her that way, but you were clearly just texting her from the goofy smile you had on your face. I just don’t get it.”
Pirate wasn’t sure how to explain it either. Sophia was a paradox wrapped in an enigma. She turned him on like no other woman ever had and yet she pissed him off like no other person on the entire planet could. He loved having sex with her and the fact that they could both explore their kinkier sides with each other, yet he had no desire to do the lovey-dovey crap that he saw all of his married club brothers doing with their ol’ ladies.
He certainly didn’t see Sophia as his ol’ lady.
“We can fuck without any strings,” he pointed out to Keys.
Keys shook his head, pushing his new glasses back up the bridge of his nose. The kid had not been happy when Steel had practically ordered him to the eye doctor and he’d come back with glasses. The guys razzed him constantly—all good-naturedly of course—calling him Four Eyes and threatening to change his road name. That had gone on for several days until Scotty had proclaimed loudly that Keys and he were now twins because they both had glasses. After that, no one had dared to say anything derogatory about Keys’s glasses, not wanting to upset Scotty. Pirate had a sneaking suspicion that Keys had put Scotty up to it to get the others to stop picking on him but had no proof. Besides, even if he did, there was no harm from it. Scotty liked that he was now as smart as his “Uncle Keys”.
“I don’t think I could do it. Have sex with the same girl and not develop feelings for her.”
Pirate leaned on his pool cue. “What do you mean? You had sex with the Honeys all the time.”
Back when the club had Honeys, that is. They’d just surpassed their sixth month of no longer having that position. Yelizaveta was the club’s new housekeeper—and was only a housekeeper. Frankie had originally been hired as a housekeeper but had taken over caring for the club kids as a nanny. The club’s new prospects, Viktor and Darrin, were also responsible for pitching in whenever Yelizaveta or Frankie needed something. Mitch, the club’s third prospect, was about to be patched over.
“That’s different.” Keys’s cheeks flamed red.
“It is and it isn’t,” Pirate pointed out without drawing attention to Keys’s obvious embarrassment. “I’m certainly not sharing Sophia with any of our brothers.”
Keys added some chalk to the tip of his pool cue. Pirate had a feeling it was more to buy time than actually needing more chalk. “It’s also different because you’re not sleeping with anyone else either.”
Pirate’s eyebrows drew down. “What makes you say that?”
Keys looked up at him and then back down at the table. Sometimes it was hard to remember that Keys was so much younger than the rest of them because he was so much smarter. The kid knew absolutely everything about computers, but he was only twenty-three. Pirate knew that Keys had been Navy Intelligence, but didn’t know why he’d left or how long he’d served. Since he was already a club member by the time Pirate prospected, Pirate knew Keys couldn’t have put in the minimum four years of a military contract.
But it also wasn’t his place to ask. If Keys wanted to tell his history, then he would. Until then, it was his life and he had a right to his privacy.
One thing Pirate did know about Keys with absolute certainty, though, was that the man got very flustered around women. It was probably a good thing that the club had the Honeys for a time. It had been speculated around the club that Keys had been a virgin prior to his patch-in party.
“Those girls came over to ask if the dart boards were free and you barely looked at them.” Keys bent over the pool table, took his shot, and sank his last stripe ball. All he needed to do was to sink the eight-ball and he’d win the game.
It wasn’t that surprising. Many of the brothers refused to play with Keys because he was able to do that geometry math that helped him see all the angles he needed to win. Pirate liked playing pool, win or lose, so he was one of the few who would still play with Keys. He just no longer put money on any of their games.
Pirate glanced over at the bar where the two women Keys had been referring to were now sitting. Ranger was leaning against the bar from the serving side with a wide, flirtatious smile on his face. The two women were cute. Mid-twenties with short skirts and loose sweaters on, despite the cold March night.
There was no doubting what those two were here looking for.
“Ranger’s got them,” Pirate said without malice.
“Yes, but you could have if you wanted to. They were clearly flirting with you when they came over and you practically ignored them.”
“That has nothing to do with Sophia,” Pirate argued.
Keys sank the eight-ball. He walked around the table, coming over to Pirate’s side by the wall. “What about Sophia? Has she been seeing anyone else?”
Pirate’s spine stiffened. It hadn’t been anything they’d talked about in specifics. They hadn’t brought up the fact that they were still legally married since the day they started the countdown for the waiting period. It wasn’t as if they were being loyal to the marriage by not sleeping with anyone else. The fact that he knew he’d be going over to Sophia’s house later wasn’t the reason he hadn’t paid those other women any attention. He’d seen their flirting, but he’d just wanted to play pool.
The idea of Sophia sleeping with someone else grated on Pirate’s nerves. He didn’t like the idea, and not just because of the sour taste the idea left in his mouth. Pirate knew Sophia wasn’t comfortable around men. She’d told him herself. The fact that she trusted him was a big deal and not something he would ever take advantage of.
“I don’t know,” Pirate answered Keys evasively. He was not going to share Sophia’s secrets with the man. It was bad enough he knew about their drunken marriage.
“And what happens after the divorce? Are you two going to keep sleeping together?”
Pirate shrugged. Nothing had been discussed. It wasn’t a topic either of them were probably going to bring up either.
Keys shook his head at Pirate’s non-answer. “I think the two of you are playing with fire. I think one of three things is going to happen: one of you is going to develop feelings and get hurt in the end; both of you are going to develop feelings and end up together; or it’s going to blow up in your faces when you’re caught with your pants down and both of you get hurt.”
Pirate didn’t like any of those scenarios. The middle one was the only one where neither of them got hurt, but it was also the least likely. He wasn’t sure he liked those odds. “Or we part ways and neither of us gets hurt.”
“Your brother and her best friend are getting married in a month. Do you honestly think that the two of you are going to just stop sleeping together and somehow remain amicable? What happens in the future when she brings a date around? Are you really going to be able to shake the guy’s hand and pretend he’s not sleeping with your ex-wife?”
Pirate’s teeth ground together. He wasn’t sure what bothered him more about that scenario: Sophia being his ‘ex’ anything or the fact that she brought another guy around.
He tried to push the uncomfortable feeling back. “It is what it is. We’re not dating and we’re not in love. The marriage was a drunken mistake that will be over with come May. Sleeping together will last for however long it does and then we walk away.”
Keys took Pirate’s pool cue and hung it and his up on the rack on the wall. “I wish I had your confidence to just sleep around like that. I wouldn’t be able to do it without having feelings for the girl I was with.”
As the two of them headed up towards the bar, Pirate couldn’t help but wish the same thing. He also had the uncontrollable urge to see Sophia—and it was still hours until he was going to be meeting her at her place.
Fuck.
Glasses clinked as Sophia, Jasmine, Zoe, and Amanda touched their martini glasses together. Zoe’s was tonic water with a green olive. She’d recently announced her pregnancy to a few close friends, but didn’t want it widely known yet. They were at a jazz club in Cottonville with Carlos and Jumper as quiet chaperones. Carlos swore he left his badge and gun at home, but Sophia had a feeling that that was metaphorical. Neither Carlos nor Jumper were making their presence known, which was nice, but Sophia still felt like it was a bit over the top for both. It wasn’t like they planned on getting wasted.
Sophia had no intention of drinking that much alcohol ever again. She did not want to wake up tomorrow morning with another marriage she had to hide from her bestie.
Jasmine was in a cute white dress with a sash over her shoulder proclaiming her as the Bride To Be . Her tiara glittered in the soft lighting of the club. As usual, she wore flats because the woman was not trustworthy in heels.
Sophia had on a black turtleneck dress with a keyhole over her chest to reveal her meager cleavage, which was currently being lifted up by a padded push-up bra. Black leggings and ankle boots completed her look. She had a slightly smaller tiara on with her Maid of Honor sash.
Zoe wore dress pants with a cute blouse while Amanda had a frilly cocktail dress on. Both wore Bridesmaid sashes.
Both Jasmine and Jumper had expressed that neither was interested in the traditional bachelor/bachelorette parties. They were going to be hosting a joint steak dinner five days before the wedding that would take the place of the tradition for just their wedding party and any of their plus-ones.
Tonight was Jazz’s way of thanking her bridesmaids for helping her through what was now dubbed The Wedding Dress Almost Disaster.
Following Jazz’s mom’s comments over video call, Jasmine had refused to wear the dress she’d chosen and loved up until that moment. She claimed the dress was now tainted. As much as Sophia did not regret tracking down Jasmine’s mom and giving her a piece of her mind, Sophia did feel bad that she hadn’t been there to help Jasmine.
Between Sophia’s mom, Jumper’s mom, who had driven up as soon as she’d heard what happened, Zoe, and Amanda, they’d convinced Jasmine to keep the dress and to not make any rash or emotional decisions. The dress truly was beautiful on Jasmine and no one wanted to see Jasmine settle on another dress she did not love just because of her mother’s spiteful comments.
After Sophia got back, she’d gone into Jasmine and Jumper’s bedroom where the garment bag hung with Jazz’s wedding dress. She unzipped the bag, pulled out the dress, and put it on the couple’s bed.
“What are you doing?” Jasmine asked her, exasperated. Her bestie looked tired. Her eyes also didn’t glow at the sight of her dress as they had the week before.
Sophia handed Jazz a pair of scissors.
“What’s this for?”
“Well, the way I see it, you either love this dress or you hate it. And if you hate it, then you won’t have any trouble destroying it.” Sophia waved a hand at the dress. “Have at it.”
Jasmine’s lower lip started to tremble. “I can’t. That dress was already above my original budget. We’re trying to save for our honeymoon. I can’t afford a new dress.”
“You know damn well that I am not going to let you walk down the aisle in a dress you hate just because you can’t afford a new one. So, money completely aside, do you love or hate this dress?”
Jasmine hesitated. “I don’t know.”
Sophia took the scissors back from her hand. “Fine. I’ll do it then.”
Walking up to the bed, she picked up the skirt. Sophia had barely begun to open the scissors when Jasmine shouted, “No!”
Sophia rounded on her bestie, pointing the scissors at her accusingly. “Why not? Tell me the truth.”
Jasmine looked between the dress and Sophia. “Because I love that dress.”
“And you’re absolutely sure about that? You love this dress and how it looks on you and how it makes you feel?”
Jasmine nodded.
“And your decision has nothing to do with not being able to afford a replacement dress?”
Jasmine shook her head. She approached the bed, resting a hand on the white satin skirt. “No, it’s the dress. I love it.”
“And you’re not going to let your mom get into your head the next time you put it on?” Sophia demanded of her best friend.
Jasmine shook her head again.
“Prove it.”
“I have to be at the clubhouse in ? —”
“Don’t care,” Sophia announced. Putting the scissors aside, Sophia started to work Jasmine’s shirt up over her head. “Put the dress on and prove to me that you love it.”
Which was how Jumper and Pirate had found the two best friends jumping up and down on Jasmine and Jumper’s bed with Jasmine wearing her wedding dress and laughing at the top of her lungs.
Later on, Jumper had pulled Sophia aside to thank her. He said that he loved how Jasmine looked in her dress, but he couldn’t justify asking her to keep it when he wasn’t sure how she felt about it anymore.
Unbeknownst to anyone, Pirate had delivered his own appreciation to Sophia in his clubhouse apartment by eating her out while she tried to contain her screams of pleasure.
Movement out of the corner of Sophia’s eye caught her attention and she frowned. “What’s the pirate doing here?”
She hadn’t meant to ask that question out loud. The other ladies turned to see Pirate and Keys walk up to the table where Jumper and Carlos were on the other side of the room. Since there was such a distance between their tables, Jumper insisted on Aerial joining the ladies at their table. With her service vest on, Aerial was lying comfortably at Jazz’s feet.
All three club members were wearing their cuts. Carlos seemed a little out of place without one, but in a way fit in with the brothers better than Keys did. Jumper, Pirate, and Carlos made an intimidating sight. Keys looked like a gangly teenager in comparison. He also kept playing with his glasses, like he was self-conscious about them. Sophia thought the glasses made him appear all the younger.
Jasmine turned back around. “I didn’t know they were coming.” She shrugged. “Maybe they got bored at Demon’s .”
“They were at Demon’s ?” Sophia questioned. When she’d been texting Pirate earlier, he hadn’t said where he was. Then again, she hadn’t asked.
Jazz nodded. “A bunch of the single guys went out tonight.”
And as far as anyone knew, Pirate was one of the single guys. Sophia mentally scoffed at herself. He was still a single guy. They weren’t dating and their marriage did not mean anything. He was single. She was single. They were both single.
What did she care if he went out to Demon on the Rocks where girls fawned over the guys wearing Via Daemonia colors? She didn’t. Not at all. Really. She didn’t.
“Just look at them,” Amanda said dreamily. “They look like they should be modeling for Playgirl. ” Leaning closer to Jazz, she asked, “Which is the young one? With the glasses?”
“Keys,” Jasmine, Sophia, and Zoe answered together. On her own, Jasmine added, “He’s the computer expert. Remember when the clinic was broken into? Keys was the one who set up my new security system.”
Amanda’s eyes lit up. “Hot and smart. A deadly combination.”
“He’s also like ten years younger than you,” Sophia pointed out. She didn’t know Amanda’s exact age, but suspected she was a few years older than the rest of them. Zoe was two years younger than Jasmine and Sophia, who had both recently turned thirty.
Amanda shrugged it off. “Wasn’t like I’d actually go after him. But he is yummy to look at.” She sipped her martini.
“They’re all yummy to look at,” Zoe added conspiratorially. There was a pause and then all four of them started giggling.
Zoe had gotten close to Jasmine and Sophia since getting serious with Carlos. Despite being sheriff and Sophia’s tendency to use the law as more of a suggestive guideline, Carlos, Sophia, and Jasmine had been close friends since elementary school. Carlos had graduated a year behind Jasmine and Sophia, but they remained close even after Sophia and Jasmine went off to college while he joined their small town’s police force.
Even after becoming an ol’ lady, Jasmine didn’t feel as close to the other club women as she did Sophia and Zoe. It wasn’t that they didn’t get along. Jasmine loved hanging out with Jenna, Harper, Tessa, Abby, and—to everyone’s amusement—Cage. She’d felt obligated to include the ladies in her wedding party at first too, but Jenna had pointed out to her that it was her wedding, not a club wedding. Her bridal party should be who she wanted to be standing up with her and no one else. Jazz and Jumper did not want a large wedding party either, so they’d agreed on two others in addition to their best man or maid of honor.
Jasmine had asked Zoe and Amanda because they were the two people she felt closest to after Sophia. Jumper had Pirate as his best man and then Bulldog and Ghost, who was also a former Navy SEAL.
The ol’ ladies were honoring Jazz’s decision and were still involved in the planning. Sophia knew Jazz was worried that not including them in her wedding party would drive a wedge between her and the other ol’ ladies, so—Sophia being Sophia—brought it up to the other ol’ ladies that if anyone had an issue with not being included in the wedding party, they needed to bring it up now or forever hold their peace. No one had said anything negative and had all expressed that they did not feel slighted by Jazz’s decision.
A shadow fell over the table. A man in his mid-thirties stood next to it. He was handsome, with dark chocolate skin, and golden eyes. He wore a light green polo with khaki pants. Though she was sitting down, Sophia judged him to be around six-one.
“Any of you ladies care to dance?” Geez, even his voice sounded like melted chocolate. Sophia was pretty sure her uterus wasn’t the only one that started fluttering at the sight of him. His eyes went over all four of them but held Sophia’s the longest.
“Sorry,” Jasmine said before any of them could speak. “We’re taken.”
“You’re the only one I see with a ring,” he countered smoothly. “And I asked for a dance, not a commitment.”
Sophia crooked her finger at the man. He leaned down closer, his mouth twitching upwards. “Single or taken, we just want to have a nice night. If we choose to dance, we’ll dance with each other. The dance offer is appreciated but rejected.”
His eyes drew down her body, landing on the keyhole in her turtleneck that showed off her cleavage. “Too bad. It could have been a great time.”
He reached forward as if to touch her hair, but Sophia caught his wrist. “Oh honey, you have no idea,” she leered. “But see those guys over there getting ready to come over here? Let’s not give them a reason to and risk ruining our night.”
The guy glanced over to where Jumper and Carlos were currently being held back by Pirate and Keys. Actually, now that Sophia looked closer, it looked like Keys was the one doing the holding back. Pirate looked ready to storm over just as much as Carlos and Jumper.
Huh. That was odd.
“You with one of them?” the man inquired.
Sophia still hadn’t let go of his wrist. She felt Aerial move under the table but a quick command in Dutch from Jazz kept Aerial in her place.
For the first time in her life, Sophia paused before speaking. Her initial reaction had been to describe Pirate. But that was stupid. They were not together.
Laughter from the other girls broke through Sophia’s hesitation. “No,” Jasmine answered for her. “Trust me, she’s single.”
Sophia glared at her. “You don’t have to announce it so loudly, boo.”
The guy looked back down at Sophia. “So how ‘bout it?”
Sophia finally let go of his wrist. The guy really was a walking wet dream. She shouldn’t be hesitating. A year ago, she wouldn’t have. Was her reaction due to her kidnapping or did it have to do with the sexy as fuck MC member across the room who loved leaving bite marks all over her body?
Figuring there was only one way to find out, she turned to the other girls. “You don’t mind?”
They shook their heads. Jasmine said to the man, “One dance. That’s your limit with my bestie.”
“I’ll deliver her back forthwith,” he replied with a smile. He held out his hand to Sophia.
After a moment’s hesitation, Sophia took it. She refused to look over her shoulder at the men across the room. She would not look. As the stranger pulled her onto the dance floor, she asked, “So is this a bad time to point out that I can’t dance?”
He threw his head back in laughter.
What the fuck was she doing?! What the fuck… Sophia was heading out onto the dance floor with that man who was about to put his hands all over her. What the fuck? What the absolute fuck?
“See,” Keys pointed out as Jumper and Carlos took their seats again. “Nothing to it. He was just asking Sophia to dance.”
Noticing that Pirate wasn’t sitting back down as the other two were, Keys looked at him pointedly and cleared his throat. Stiff as a board, Pirate sat back down.
Sophia put one hand on the man’s shoulder and gripped the man’s hand in the other. The man placed his hand on her lean waist—and Pirate saw red.
A quick kick to his shin under the table had Pirate jumping and biting back a yelp of pain. He turned his glare on Keys, who just glared back at him as if to say knock it off .
Pirate took a swig from the glass soda bottle in front of him. He wished it was beer but knew that Carlos hadn’t been drinking out of deference to Jumper. His brother didn’t seem to struggle with temptation as he had prior to dating Jasmine, but there was no point in rubbing his sobriety in his face. It was bad enough they were at a jazz club, which was just a bar with a different atmosphere and music. Jasmine had tried to convince Jumper not to come with them, which clearly had not worked.
The man led Sophia around the dance floor with his grimy hands all over her. When he dipped Sophia and Sophia laughed , Pirate nearly jumped to his feet. The only thing that had stopped him was Keys accidentally spilling his soda. The dark liquid flowed across the table and into Pirate’s lap.
Keys tried to apologize and help him clean up, but Pirate pushed his club brother off of him.
“Watch them,” he snapped at Keys, because they both knew damn well that Keys had not spilled his soda by accident. Then Pirate stormed off to the bathroom with his pants looking like he’d just pissed himself.
Sophia saw Pirate storm off towards the bathrooms as she was spun around yet again on the dance floor. She hadn’t been lying when she said she couldn’t dance. At least, not this sort of dancing. Freestyling it with her girls was more Sophia’s style than this choreographed twirling shit. It was a wonder she wasn’t getting dizzy.
Her dance partner, whose name was DeMarcus, was a wonderful dancer. She really couldn’t fault him that. He even gallantly excused her stepping on his foot numerous times.
As the song ended, DeMarcus asked, “One more?”
Sophia shook her head. “Really not a dancer. But this was fun.”
“Any chance I can get your number and maybe we can do something other than dancing?”
A chill ran over Sophia at the notion, answering her question as to whether it was this man or the one who had just gone into the bathroom that was the cause of her unease. “Sorry,” she said as succinctly as she could. She tipped her head towards her table. “I appreciate the dance, but I’m going to go now.”
She expected him to argue, but he didn’t. Smart man. He let her leave without turning into an asshole, which was a new experience for her.
With their backs to the table, Sophia wondered if Jazz, Zoe, and Amanda had seen Pirate head towards the bathrooms. Part way back to her table, she caught Jazz’s eye and pointed to her left. Jazz turned her head to see the restroom sign and then nodded. She went to get up, but Sophia shook her head.
She was barely in the hallway when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into the men’s room. The door pressed to her back and a hard, muscled body to her front, Sophia should have been terrified, but she wasn’t. She knew that body, that touch, as well as his smell.
His hot breath at her ear sent shivers down her spine and caused her nipples to harden. “You let him touch you.”
“It was a harmless dance,” she argued breathlessly.
“Don’t care.” He drew her earlobe into his mouth. “Didn’t like it.”
Sophia opened her mouth to argue that it didn’t matter if he liked it or not, because she wasn’t his, but ended up letting out a loud moan instead as his teeth scraped along her skin. “We can’t…” she gasped out. “Not here.”
“Here,” he snapped. “Now.”
Then he spun her around, pressing her face against the door. A quick tear into her tights revealed what she’d been keeping secret for him until later.
“No panties?” he growled. “You let that man dance with you while you weren’t wearing fucking panties?”
She wiggled her ass back at him. “He had no idea I wasn’t wearing any.”
“But you did.” The sharp swat of his hand against her backside caused Sophia to let out a low moan. “You,” slap , “knew,” slap, “and,” slap , “you,” slap , “let him,” slap, slap, “touch,” slap , “you!”
Slap!
“Oh god!” Sophia keened. Why was it such a turn on when he spanked her? It should be degrading, humiliating, even. She should not enjoy it so much. And yet, she pressed her ass back towards him as if seeking his hand.
Pirate reached around her front, cupping her pussy through her tights. The tips of his fingers were just at the place where he split the seam. He rubbed her almost gently. “Fucking hell, Sophia, you’re soaked.” His other hand pulled her turtleneck down her shoulder. “I absolutely love seeing my mark on your perfect skin.” He licked a spot she knew he’d left a hickey. “Hold on, naughty girl. We need to be quick—and you need to be quiet.”
She had no idea when he’d put a condom on, but suddenly she felt his thick cock entering her slick, wet channel. Sophia cried out. His hand released her shirt to clasp over her mouth.
“Shh…” he admonished. “I said quiet , wench. Do you want us to get caught?”
Sophia shook her head against his hand. Her moan was muffled by his palm as he started to pump roughly in and out of her.
“Fucking hell, Sophia!”
It didn’t take long for her to fall over the edge. The friction of his jeans rubbing up against her newly reddened ass was too much. He followed soon after, burying his mouth into her hair to muffle his own cry of ecstasy.