Chapter 12 #2
“You look sexy as fuck without all that shit.” I give her a squeeze, because she does. In a hoodie, with messy hair, it doesn’t matter. My girl always looks hot.
Foxy rolls her eyes. “Men.”
Frankie giggles.
Whatever. I motion to Moby behind the bar and hold up two fingers. He grabs two Buds and slides them across the bar.
“Here, baby.” She takes the bottle of beer from my hand and eyes it suspiciously.
I watch as she lifts it to her lips and takes a small sip. Her nose wrinkles immediately. “Ugh. Gross.”
“It’s an acquired taste,” I tell her, taking a long pull of my own.
“So I’ve heard,” she sighs, but takes another sip anyway.
The music changes, and the opening riff of Def Leppard’s Pour Some Sugar On Me blasts through the speakers. Foxy’s eyes light up, and she grabs Frankie’s hand.
“Come dance with me!” she shouts over the music, already pulling my girl toward the dance floor.
Frankie looks back at me with a look on her face that screams ‘help me’.
Smirking, I hop up on a barstool next to my brother, my eyes never leaving her as she’s pulled into the crowd.
“You look like you’re about to murder someone,” Tacoma comments, taking a swig of his beer.
Do I? I take a breath and force myself to relax.
“Just making sure everyone knows she’s off-limits,” I mutter, watching as Frankie starts to move to the music.
Fuck, she’s hot. Those leather pants hug her ass like a second skin, and the way her hips sway to the beat has my dick straining against my zipper. She raises her arms above her head, her shirt riding up to reveal a sliver of smooth skin at her waist.
That’s when I notice men starting to circle, like fucking sharks smelling blood in the water. A man moves up behind my girl, and she tries to move away, clearly uncomfortable with him being in her space.
My knee bounces as I grip my beer bottle tighter, ready to go over there and rip his fucking head off.
My brother throws an arm across my chest. “Relax. She’s fine.”
I try to take his advice, I really do. But then the asshole tries his luck again, his hand hovering near her hip, and I fuckin’ snap.
“That’s it.” Slamming my beer down, I’m up and moving. I push through the crowd, grab the asshole by the back of his shirt and yeet him into a table.
“Bane!” Frankie shouts.
Spinning around, I grab Frankie around the waist and hoist her over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
“Bane!” she shrieks again, her fists pounding against my back. “Are you crazy? You can’t throw people around like that. Put me down!”
I smack her ass, silencing her bitching. I don’t give a good goddamn what she thinks. Nobody puts their hands on my fucking property.
Carrying her through the bar, I jog up the stairs towards my brother’s office.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Don’t push me, woman,” I growl, kicking the door open to find Gamble behind the desk, counting the night’s take.
“Get lost,” I bark.
Gamble looks up, his eyebrows shooting to his hairline when he sees Frankie slung over my shoulder. A knowing grin spreads across his face as he gathers the cash into a lockbox.
“All yours, VP,” he says, giving me a mock salute as he passes us.
I slam the door shut behind him and twist the lock.
Only then do I set Frankie on her feet. She tosses her hair out of her face, her eyes narrowed to slits as she glares at me.
“Have you lost your damn mind?” she demands, her chest heaving.
I stalk toward her, backing her up until she hits the door. “You’re mine,” I growl, planting my hands on either side of her head. “I don’t share.”
Her eyes widen, but I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate, the way her breathing quickens. “Bane,” she whispers, and the sound of my name on her lips makes my cock throb.
“That asshole was about to put his hands on you,” I say, my voice gravely. “I should go back down there and break every one of his fingers.”
“He didn’t touch me,” she argues, denying what I saw with my own eyes.
“Didn’t he?” I lean in closer, inhaling the scent of her. “Nobody touches my property.”
Her breath catches. “I’m not a possession, Bane. You can’t just—”
I cut her off with a brutal kiss, pouring all my frustration and jealousy into it. She stiffens for a moment, then melts against me, her hands fisting in my shirt.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her lips. “Say it.”
She shakes her head, her eyes blazing with defiance.
So this is the game she wants to play, huh?
My tongue swipes over my lip, and I grab her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. Holding her stare, I wrap my other hand around her neck, daring her with my eyes to deny the truth. “Say it, Frankie.”
“No,” she breathes, but her body betrays her, arching into my touch.
My dick throbs. My baby likes it rough.
I drop my head, nipping at the sensitive spot where her neck meets her shoulder.
“I’m going to fuck you right here, against this door, with a bar full of people downstairs,” I murmur against her skin.
“And you’re going to be a good girl and scream my name so loud they’ll all know exactly who you belong to. Won’t you?”
A small whimper escapes her, and I feel her pulse racing under my lips. I release her wrists and trail my fingers down her neck, between her tits, and slip my hand under her shirt, cupping her breast through her bra. Her nipple hardens instantly against my palm.
“Still want to tell me you’re not mine?” I ask, squeezing gently.
She bites her lip, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. “Bane, please.”
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you want.”
She tries to pull her hands free, but I tighten my hold. “You. Please. I want you.”
“Damn right you fuckin’ do.” Releasing her hands, I grab the hem of her shirt and yank it over her head then make quick work of her bra. Her breasts spill free, perfect and perky, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth.
I waste no time, leaning down to take one into my mouth, sucking and licking until she’s moaning and writhing against me. My hands move to the button of those leather pants, unfastening them and shoving them down her legs.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe when I see she’s not wearing anything underneath. “You’ve been walking around commando all night?”
She blushes but doesn’t look away. “I don’t have any panties.”
Jesus Christ. This woman is going to be the death of me.
I drop to my knees in front of her and lift her feet one by one, removing the sexy shoes. Then I help her out of the leather pants. “Put these back on,” I murmur, helping her slip the sexy shoes back on her feet.
“You’re crazy,” she says breathlessly.
Maybe, but the sight of her naked except for the fuck-me pumps has me so hard it hurts.
“Turn around,” I command. “Hands on the door.”
Frankie hesitates for a split second then slowly turns, placing her palms flat against the wooden surface.
I groan in appreciation. Fuck me. The perfect curve of her ass is right at eye level, and I can’t resist giving it a sharp slap.
She gasps, her head falling back on her shoulders. “Bane.”
“That’s for letting another man touch you,” I hum, rubbing the reddening skin. “And this—” I land another hard smack on the other cheek “—is for disobeying me.”
Her breath comes in short pants, her skin flushing pink under my attention. I spread her legs wider with my hand, exposing her pussy to my gaze.
She’s soaking wet, her arousal glistening on her thighs.
I lean in, dragging my tongue through her folds in one long, slow lick.
My baby cries out, her hips bucking back against my face.
“That’s it, babygirl,” I murmur against her. “Let me hear how much you like it when I eat this sweet pussy.”
I devour her from behind, my hands gripping her ass to hold her in place as I lick and suck at her clit.
Frankie’s moans fill the room, her legs trembling as she tries to stay upright in those heels.
“I’m… Oh, God.”
She’s close.
Just as she’s about to come, I pull away.
“No!” she cries, desperate for release.
“You’ll come when I let you.”
Unfastening my jeans, my cock springs free, hard and aching. I grip the base, giving myself a few strokes as I position myself behind her.
“Whose pussy is this?” I nip at her neck as I rub the head of my cock through her wetness.
She whimpers but doesn’t answer.
I smack her ass again, harder this time. “I asked you a question, Troublemaker. Whose. Pussy. Is. This?”
“Yours!” she finally shouts, unable to deny me anymore. “It’s yours!”
“Damn right it is.” Notching my cock to her tiny hole, I slam inside her, burying myself to the hilt.
I groan in bliss as Frankie screams out my name. Goddamn. She’s so tight, so wet, so fucking perfect.
I start to move, setting a punishing pace, my hips slamming against her ass with each thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room.
“You feel so good, baby,” I praise, one hand snaking around to find her clit. “So fucking tight around my cock.”
Her inner walls clench at the dirty words, and I know she likes it. I lean forward, my chest against her back, and whisper in her ear.
“Everyone downstairs knows what we’re doing up here. They know I’m fucking my woman, claiming what’s mine. Tomorrow when you can barely walk, they’ll all know why.”
She moans, pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts with equal force. “Bane, I’m close.”
“Not yet,” I growl, slowing my pace to shallow, teasing thrusts. “You don’t come until I say you do.”
She whimpers in frustration, trying to push back against me, but I hold her hips firmly.
“Tell me, baby,” I demand, barely touching her clit with my thumb but never giving her enough to push her over the edge. “Tell me who owns you, who owns this pussy.”
“Please!” she finally cries out.
“Tell me what I want, and I’ll give you what you need.”
She growls, banging her fist against the door.
“Tell me!” I snarl.
“You,” she whispers the word as her body softens, finally admitting the truth.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise, slamming into her harder. Her submission is my undoing. “Come for me now, baby. Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze my cock.”
My words push her over the edge, and she comes with a scream, her walls clamping around my cock like a vice.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK. Goddamn, nothing has ever felt so good.
Without a single thought of why she feels so good, I slam inside her once, twice, and again, burying myself deep as I empty inside her.
We stay locked together for a long moment, both of us panting, my forehead resting against her shoulder. “Damn, baby. You make me crazy.”
I press a kiss on the back of her neck and slowly pull out.
That’s when I feel my mistake.
“Fuck!”
Frankie’s head snaps around, her eyes round. “What?”
“How could I be so fucking stupid?” I run a hand through my sweaty hair and meet Frankie’s worried stare. “I didn’t wear a condom.”
Her eyes crinkle at the corners as her lips twitch with… amusement? Did she not hear what I just said? Does she not understand the gravity of the situation? “Babe! It ain’t fuckin’ funny.”
Spinning around so that her back’s against the door, she takes my face between her hands and says slowly, “I’m on the pill.”
Relief floods through me as I release the breath I’d been holding. “Thank fuck.” I press my forehead against hers, breathing her in. “I’m sorry. I lose my fuckin’ head when I get my hands on you.”
She presses her lips against mine, then moves around me, grabbing a handful of tissues from the box on the desk.
As I watch her clean up the mess I’ve made of her, a strange feeling of longing—a deep desire I’ve never felt before washes over me. Suddenly, I find myself hating the fact that she’s on the pill and I didn’t just knock her up.
The thought of Frankie’s belly round with my baby, marked as mine in the most permanent way possible hits me like a sledgehammer, and fuck me if I don’t want that more than I want my next breath.