Chapter 5 Demitri
DEMITRI
“GRANT YOU MOTHER FUCKER.” I holler as we enter the pub.
Looking behind me Hutch has his hand on Nyx’s lower back.
I want to be the one touching her. This girl infuriates me but turns me on with three fucking words.
If she is not careful, she is going to end up across my knee with an ass so red she’s not sitting down for a week.
“Well, hello there. Why is this Dark Goddess hanging out with the likes of y’all?” Hutch and I give Grant a bro hug with a slap a little extra hard to his back, but he gives as good as he gets.
“Oh, trust me, I am not here willingly.” The brat places her hands on her hips cocking one to the side like she is intimidating in the slightest. “Caveman over here threw me over his shoulder and threw me in his truck like a sack of damn deer feed, and he’s loading the bed for opening weekend.”
“Oh, you must be talking about Demitri. He’s a little territorial when he wants something.
” He answers her. The pure shock is written all over her face, like she had no clue we wanted her.
Fucker is trying to out us already. His gaze turns to lock onto me.
“So, Meadows, did you kidnap this girl? Do I need to call the cops?”
“I AM THE FUCKING COPS!” she shouts. Hutch wraps his arm over her shoulders, tucking her into his side and whispering in her ear.
Probably making sure she can’t run away from him again.
I knew from the moment his eyes locked onto her, that there was something that had either happened previously with them or he was interested in her at minimum.
Hence the kidnapping. I can’t lie and act like my dick wasn’t instantly hard the moment she got sassy with him.
I like my girls to fight us a little. All the better to break into submission.
“I’m going to leave that one alone, honey.” Grant just shakes his head, used to our shenanigans. “Do you guys want a table or to sit at the bar?”
“We have some security plans to make, so one of the more secluded tables would be best, Sarge.” Hutch smirks with his response, knowing that he could use the seclusion for more than just talking security.
“Alright guys, follow me.” Grant leads us to one of our favorite tables. It is in the far corner of the bar, it is away from the door and the beat up wood top that is the bar and the one side of the booth is up against the wall. Easier to keep an eye on our surroundings this way.
I slide into the side against the wall, he is going to be distracted by the gorgeous woman he’s all but peed on to mark his territory.
We have grown up together so sharing isn’t anything new to us since we discovered we typically are interested in the same type of woman.
This dark angel feels different. I have never wanted to cover someone with my marks as soon as her gaze met mine.
My dick getting all kinds of ideas of how I can make sure she knows who she belongs to.
Grant drops three menus on the table and turns to leave us to make our decisions. “What do you like to eat, Nyx?” Let’s try this being nice thing and see if I can crack the imaginary ice she has built up between us and her.
“I normally get chicken tenders at a new place. It’s how I judge a place. You can’t fuck up chicken tenders, fries and ranch, and if you do I guess I never want to come back.” She has the cutest little smirk on her face.
“Well, I happen to love a good set of chicken tenders.” Hutch responds.
He is my best friend, but damn he is such a golden retriever sometimes.
“Now that we have you all to ourselves, Nyx.” His hand slides under the table.
I can only imagine where it is lingering.
He leans into her, not wanting to escape her orbit.
Her arms are crossed and her glare is bouncing between the two of us, like the daggers she is shooting us are actual knives and scare us in the slightest. Oh, Little Fox, you have no idea.
“So tell us about yourself.” I counter her daggers with a set of my own, demanding her attention.
She seals her lips up, refusing to acknowledge that I am speaking to her.
“Little Witch, just talk to us. We just want to get to know you.” He leans his head down by her ear, whispering something in her ear that only she can hear.
It has got to be something out of that dirty mouth he has hidden by his apparent innocence.
Her cheeks flush a glorious pink color. She is trying to hide the smirk whatever he said brought to her face.
“Please play nice, beautiful, and we will make sure you enjoy yourself.”
“On one condition,” she counters. “You both have to tell me why you call me your nicknames. Hutch, you had a nickname for me moments after me running into you.” Wait a minute, Hutch ran into her before?
When and where did this happen? He was instantly smitten with her when we saw her at the precinct, he never is this infatuated so quickly.
Now I need to know what happened before.
Here I was thinking we both met her today.
Could this be the girl from the coffee shop he yelled at me about?
“Well, Little Witch, I’m not exactly sure why I call you that.
It is just something that came to me. Your long dark hair, your beautiful porcelain skin and those eyes are just haunting.
It felt like you were a witch who put a spell on me.
” Her expression is blank, like she is just in shock over his response.
To be honest, his response has me in a little shock.
He’s always been the lover between the two of us, but that was different even for him.
She is different, her sass, and personality is top tier, but then you add her looks on to, and I think both of us are gone, and I just met her.
Her eyes pull away from Hutch and swing over to meet mine.
Her hazel eyes are boring into mine, like she can read every single thought I have right on my face.
“Ok, your turn, my demon.” Holy shit did she just say “my”, like staking a claim on me?
I wonder if she realizes what she just said.
I bring my hand up to my chin, stroking my stubble like I am pondering my answer.
She doesn’t need to know that her eyes reminded me of a sly fox, the amusement hidden behind their fierceness.
“Oh, I don’t know, Little Fox. It just seems to fit your fight.” I give her a little one-sided smirk, waiting for her to snap back, but her face softens.
“Thank you for playing along-”
“How do you know Hutch?” I question before she can even finish her thought. Both of their faces drop in shock. Like they didn’t think I would catch on to her previous statement.