Chapter Twenty-Three
Havoc
It’s been a little strained between the two of us since we got to the bar, and I blame myself for that. I haven’t been able to get the way she looks out of my mind. It’s odd, I spend countless hours with her a day and I’ve always found her attractive, but tonight I realize just how hot she is.
“You okay?” She leans in, speaking against the outer shell of my ear.
The one little act sends shivers down my body and hardens my erection to mass critical levels. I’ve been sporting a semi since I picked her up, and now thanks to her hot breath against the sensitive skin of my ear, everybody in the free world can tell I want my wife.
“Good.” I nod, glancing at the two couples we’re sitting with.
Renegade, Tank, Whitney, and Blaze are all looking at us like they’re watching monkeys at the zoo. Maybe that’s an apt description. This woman has got me all kinds of flustered, and I’m unsure if I’ll ever be able to be normal again.
“Leighton, you wanna go play pool?” Whitney asks, breaking the uncomfortable silence. “Blaze and I have a little wager to settle and we wouldn’t mind if you played with us.”
“A wager?” Renegade asks, taking a drink off his beer bottle. “Do tell.”
Whitney turns to her fiancée and winks. “It’s something private between the two of us. You know I don’t normally keep secrets, but this is in my girl vault.”
“Fuckin’ girl vault,” he complains.
“Yeah,” Leighton stands up, my eyes going immediately to her tight ass, “I’d love to join the two of you, even though I don’t know how to play.” She looks down at me, her eyebrow raised.
“Go on, have fun.” I take a drink from my own beer bottle as I watch the trio walk away.
I’m still staring at her ass when I feel the palm of someone’s hand make contact with the back of my head. “Son of a bitch!” I wince as my tooth makes contact with the rim of the bottle.
“Are you deaf, blind, and stupid?” Tank gives me a look.
“Something tells me you don’t really want me to answer that.” I shrug, wondering what the fuck he’s getting at.
“Christ almighty,” he breathes, rolling his eyes. “Y’all say I’m the one that has no clue.” He looks pointedly at Renegade before he turns to me. “She told you she didn’t know how to play pool so you’d go teach her, you dumb shit.”
“What?” I shake my head. “That’s what Whitney and Blaze are there for.”
He looks at Renegade and sighs, before he cuts his eyes back over at me. “Help him,” he pleads with his soon to be brother-in-law and best friend. “For the love of God, help him.”
Ryan shakes his head as he leans in so I can hear over the loudness of the bar.
“Why do you think your wife dressed for sin tonight? Normally whenever we see her, she’s wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of leggings.
The shirt she’s wearing tonight is so tight you can see the outline of her bra.
She fixed her hair, she fixed her makeup. ”
“How the fuck did you notice all this shit?” I ask him, getting a little pissed.
“Because I’m getting married for real soon, I’m supposed to notice all this shit.”
That hits a nerve. “We’re married for real,” I argue.
“Are you? Because I can guarantee you, the first night I went out with Whitney? I couldn’t keep my goddamn hands off her, and she sure as fuck wouldn’t be bending over a pool table shaking her ass for every horny guy in the place.
I’d be right up behind her, letting her shake that ass on my cock, and copping a feel while doing it.
” He glances over at Tank. “No offense.”
“None taken – desperate times call for desperate measures. I got you.” They give each other a high-five, and I’m tempted to roll my eyes at them this time.
But then it happens. I turn to where the girls are playing pool, watching as Whitney and Blaze truly are playing a heated game, but my gaze travels over to where Leighton is bending over an empty pool table.
She’s testing the cue in her hands and watching the girls, before she bends over and tries to break, missing terribly.
I watch as she laughs at herself, before she moves to get the cue ball and again try to break.
There are men watching her from every corner of this bar – some from the sidelines, some looking like they’re about to make their move.
“Fuck this.” I grab my beer and drain it, as I stand up and walk over to what’s fucking mine.
“Yeah, man.” I hear the guys encourage me, as I grab another beer off of a waitress’s tray.
When I get to where Leighton is standing, eyeing that cue ball, another guy is headed the same way.
Over her head I make eye contact, giving him a warning with my glare.
He quickly turns, walking the other way, which gives my ego the stroke it needs.
“Hey, babe.” I lean in, kissing her on the cheek as I grab her hip. “Sorry I took so long to get over here.”
She’s obviously confused, because she’s looking at me like I’ve grown another head. I clarify quickly. “You wanna learn how to play pool? I’ll teach you.”
“And we’ll help,” Renegade and Tank add as they make their way over to us, all holding fresh beers. Apparently they didn’t want their women to be without them either.
“Did you see me fail miserably earlier?” She buries her face in her hands.
“Yeah.” I can’t help the chuckle that comes from deep within my body. “That’s okay though, we can work it out. We’ll have you actually hitting the balls before we leave here.”
She laughs, an adorable snort making its way past her hand, as I set my beer bottle down on the edge of the pool table. “Alright, first things first, you need to learn how to hold the stick.”
Immediately I realize just how sexual this whole situation is going to be, and I find myself hoping it leads to other things before the night ends. Otherwise, I’m a damn glutton for punishment.
“How do I hold it?” She asks, running her hand up and down the shaft.
“Like a cock” is out of my mouth before I can stop the words.
“Oh yeah?” She shoots me a heated grin. “You sure that’s not your wishful thinking?”
I step closer to her, planting my feet wide on the concrete floor of the bar, putting my arms around her waist. I push her back against the pool table, pressing my body into hers, feeling like a flirtatious husband for the first time in my marriage.
Maybe I’ve had more alcohol than I thought, because I’m feeling a little buzzed as I wrap my arms around her waist. With hands that I wish were more familiar with her body, I run them down her lower back, until they cup the curve of her ass, tilting her deeper into my body.
If I’m not mistaken those dark eyes flair with a recognition of arousal and desire. I lean in, whispering against her ear.
“One day soon I hope to find out.”
“Teach me how to shoot pool and you just might.”
I have to take a step back, get myself together before I put my hand over hers on the pool stick.
I gently take it from her grip and turn her around in front of me.
“You want to bend over and hold it like this,” I say as I lean over her back, positioning the cue where she can easily hold it.
“You want to line up your shot like this.” I show her how to option her hand to hold the cue steady, and together we push the end of it to the cue ball.
She shrieks as we make a clean break. “I did it!” She turns in my arms, throwing hers around my neck. I’m so surprised at the way she’s thrown herself at me, it takes me longer than I care to admit, to respond.
“C’mon, let’s shoot the rest of them.” She’s genuinely excited to finish the job.
An hour and a half later, I’m seriously in hell. Leighton’s continued drinking as we’ve been playing, and she’s getting much friendlier with her movements, more brazen with her touches.
“Am I doing it right?” She bends over, pushing her ass into my crotch, and wiggling it around. Her shot is a little sloppy, but she hits the ball into the pocket and does a little victory dance.
“You’re doing it all right,” I tell her as she leans in, kissing the hollow of my throat.
I moan, fisting some of her hair in the palm of my hand and tilting her head back. She laughs deep in her throat, and I’m fully aware of my guys watching us. Hell, the whole bar is probably watching us at this point.
“I have to hit the ladies room,” she whispers into my ear.
Her breath is hot against my skin as I let my hand travel down her backside again. “C’mon, I’ll walk you.”
“Such a gentleman,” she giggles as I take her hand, leading her down the hall to the bathrooms.
“Be right back.” She waves as she goes through the door.
The entire time she’s gone, I berate myself for being ten kinds of an asshole, thinking I could ignore the way I react to this woman, to try and tell myself she doesn’t make me feel things I’ve never felt, to try and tell myself I’m ever going to be able to let her go.
She comes out of the ladies room with her head down. “Can we step outside for a minute? I’m so hot.”
I take a good look at her, and sure enough she’s flushed. “You gonna puke on me?”
“Not if I can get some fresh air.”
I direct her out the back door and immediately we’re in the warm air of what’s going to be an early summer. There’s a soft glow from a light above the door, and I turn her to face me. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” She nods. “Just got a little hot in there, in more ways than one.”
Even though her eyes are glassy, I know what she means.
“You’re damn right about that. What is it about tonight, sweetheart?
Why are you testing me?” I push her up against the wall, tilting her head back so we can look at each other.
She tries to lower her head, but I grasp her at the chin and force her eyes to meet mine. “What’s gotten into you?”
“I want you,” she admits, running her tongue along her plump bottom lip. “I’ve wanted you since that night in Birmingham.”
She gave me a truth, so I’ll give her one, too.
“Same, and it’s hell not being able to take something that should rightfully be yours.
You changed your last name, you wear my ring on your finger, and you curl up to me every night.
You try my patience more than any woman I’ve ever met, and I’m not sure how much a man should be able to take. ”
She puts her hands on my hips, pulling me closer to her. “I know how much I can take, and I can’t take any more, Holden. I want just a little taste, just a piece. Can I have that?” she breathes against my neck, where she’s buried her head into my skin. “Can you give me a little taste?”
“Right here? Right now?” I question, looking around, wondering if I can give her what she needs here. Better yet, wondering if I can’t not give her what she needs here. Leighton doesn’t ask me for much, so when she does, I want to make things happen for her.
“C’mere.” I pull her around the building, leaning back against the brick wall. Turning her around so that her ass grinds against my front. “People are coming and going, keep it quiet.” We can hear groups of people leaving the bar.
She looks over her shoulder, her eyes smoldering as they meet mine. “Make me feel good, Holden.”
I lean back against the building, bending my knees and pull her ass into the seat I’ve created with the angle of my body.
My lips meet her neck, lightly at first, but when she grinds hard against my cock, I suction my lips against her skin, pulling harshly against the resistance it offers me.
With one arm, I wrap it around her chest, palming her tit, cupping it in my hand.
She thrusts her upper body out, punching her hard nipple into my skin.
“Holden,” she whines as I grasp her nipple between my middle and index finger, squeezing hard, causing her knees to weaken.
Using my other arm, I snake it around her hips, palming her stomach as my fingers catch on the button of her jeans.
I unfasten it, slipping my hand into her panties.
With some maneuvering, I get my middle finger over her clit and immediately begin strumming the hard nub.
“Oh my God.” She bucks against my touch.
“Yeah, you’re wet and fuckin’ primed for me, aren’t you?” I whisper in her ear, pulling her further into the cradle of my body. “You flirting with me has turned you on. Hasn’t it, baby girl?”
I don’t know where that nickname or term of endearment comes from, but it sounds good rolling off my tongue. “Yes,” she moans, pushing against my finger.
Her pussy is wet as I move the tip of my middle finger up and down her swollen nub. “You’re so goddamn wet,” I groan, wishing to hell I could push my jeans down, pull my cock out, and shove it deeply into that wet heat.
Attaching my lips back to her neck, I inhale deeply. “God, you smell so damn good,” I moan as I nip at the flesh with my teeth.
“I wanted to smell good for you,” she admits, pushing against my hand. “I wanted to look good for you, to entice you to lose control.”
“You’ve got me there, baby. I’m losing complete fucking control when it comes to you,” I growl out between gritted teeth.
“Me too,” she growls out, gasping as I move my hand further down, using two fingers to push inside her tight tunnel. A loud moan erupts from her throat as another group of people exit the bar.
“Shhh.” I take my hand off her tit and move it up to her mouth, flattening my palm against her lips as she lets out another loud moan.
She’s talking as she thrusts against my fingers, dragging her clit along my thumb.
The words are muffled against my skin and I can feel her tightening against me.
“C’mon baby girl,” I whisper into her ear.
“Give me what I want, and in case you aren’t sure what that is, it’s you coming against my hand. ”
Another muffled scream and I feel her tighten against me, feel her come, and then collapse against me as her knees give out. Tightening my arm around her waist, I hold her up, as she tries to catch her breath.
“You okay?”
Her head rolls against my shoulder, as she continues to try and catch her breath.
“Jesus Christ, Holden. I think you blew my mind,” she laughs, running her hands along her body.
My laugh is strangled. “You’re lucky I didn’t blow my load in my jeans.” I pull her face around, kissing her soundly on the lips, giving her a taste of my tongue.
“Why don’t we go home and you can blow your load inside me?” Her voice is throaty and deep.
I freeze. “Are you serious?”
She turns to face me, boxing me in with her hands on either side of my body. “I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life. I’m ready, Holden.”
I inhale deeply. “Then let’s go.”