4. Rory
Four
Rory
Tipsy Throttle was one of the lesser-known bars in Crestview, but it was still alive.
After the fight club sent me into a spiral, I needed to get laid.
The inside was dark, and I loved it. People said nothing beautiful could bloom in the darkness, but they were wrong.
Some of the most beautiful things happened in the dark: the twinkle of stars in the night, the glow of fireflies, sex so passionate it could ignite the sky.
It just took someone stepping into the shadows to see their beauty.
In the dark, people could blossom. I know I did.
In the dark, people could fall in love. I would know.
I did that, too. Heartbreak was the same in the light or the dark, but darkness masked the tears while the light showed the smile.
Cinder was the one who taught me about taking what I wanted until it came to Vesper and Widow.
They were both a fantasy I couldn’t reach because my sister was a controlling cunt—in an I love her, but I was tired of her controlling my life kind of way, not a she sucks kind of way.
Maybe that was why I was eyeing the gorgeous woman from across the bar.
The shadows in the dimly lit room made her dark amber skin glow, and her red locs were pinned with gold butterfly clips.
She looked at me, and I swore my heart left my body.
I saw her the moment I walked in, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t put on a show for her.
There was an older man in her space, probably drunk, who was leaning into her. She looked annoyed with him, but she was trying to be nice. She must know him or he was the regular, nightly drunk.
She stood up, leaning over the bar and eyeing me as she grabbed a shot glass with clear liquid.
My eyes fell to her chest. Goddamn, she looked hotter than sin, and her eyes promised heaven as she glanced at me.
She was lethally seductive and dripping in bad choices.
Bad choices made better memories, and blocked out the shitty ones.
My memories could fuck off. I wanted to get lost between thick thighs and fuck me brown eyes.
The older man in her space was getting far too comfortable.
She pushed him away, but he insisted on staying close to her.
I could see how uncomfortable she was, and who was I to let a woman be in distress?
Only my soon-to-be redheaded vixen finally had enough of his shit, and gave him a swift right hook to the jaw followed by a kick to the balls. Holy shit, I think I was in love.
“Bastard,” she said, walking towards me with a panty-melting smile. “He blocked my view of heaven.” God, her Georgia twang was intoxicating.
She walked to me with confidence, like she didn’t just knock some guy unconscious to get to me.
It seemed no one cared about the old guy on the ground with blood pouring from his nose as my nameless vixen closed the space between us.
Her smile was the kind of smile that needed a warning label and a bucket, because my panties were destroyed.
“Are you always this dramatic?” I purred. A wicked grin spread across my lips that tasted like temptation and lust. Hopefully she read the signs, too.
“Eh, only when someone blocks my view.”
God, how did I politely ask her to rock my world and make me see stars? I wasn’t the type to stumble with my flirting or get tongue-tied, but this woman made me panic. Was this gay panic? I didn’t gay panic with women; I caused the gay panic.
I leaned forward on my elbows, close enough to whisper in her ear as my lips brushed against her skin. “What do you say we get out of here and I show you paradise?”
She grabbed my jaw, pulling my face close to hers so our lips were millimeters apart. “My place is three blocks from here. You got a ride?”
“Let’s go, firecracker. My bike has your name on it.” I went to enemy territory and bagged a baddie. Finally.
I pulled my unnamed vixen towards my bike. She eyed my Ducati, and a slow smirk curved on her lips as she circled my bike. I never realized a woman touching my bike and making fuck me eyes would be such a turn-on, but holy shit, my panties were soaked.
Her fingers ran up the hot pink chrome, her eyes flicking up to meet mine. “Nice ride.” Her eyes dropped to my chest. “I bet she’s nothing compared to her rider.” I felt a blush creep up my neck. Yeah, this was definitely gay panic, and I was swimming in it.
“You’ll just have to find out.”
Before anything else could be said, she swung one leg over my bike, straddling it.
I was salivating. This woman was dripping with confidence, and holy hell was she was hot on my bike.
I unhooked the spare helmet and handed it to her, watching as she slipped it on.
My lips curled into a wicked grin when her hands drug down her chest.
No more foreplay. I needed to get to her place and ravish this woman before I fucked her on the side of the road. I never ate a woman out on my bike, but there was a first time for everything.
“Don’t keep a girl hangin’.” She patted the front of my bike. I knew exactly what she was doing.
I pulled my helmet on before swinging my leg over my bike, sliding my ass against her as I got comfortable. The second I was comfortable, her hands found my waist, a little possessive as her short nails dug into my hip.
“Comfortable?” I asked.
“Mmhmm. I sure do love the view from back here.”
Fuck. “You better hold on tight then, because you’re in for a wild ride.”
“I wouldn’t want anything less than wild. Don’t you go easy on me now, gorgeous.”
When I pulled up to her apartment, I peeked back at her.
That was the longest ride of my life, but it was well worth it.
She got off my bike and undid the strings of her halter top until her gorgeous, pierced breasts were on display as she slowly backed up towards her door.
Being a sinner was my favorite fucking pastime, cause goddamn, Jesus wouldn’t bless me like this.
Desperation wasn’t my forte, but after seeing her deck that asshole in the face, I would get on my knees just for a taste. I scrambled after her and pushed her against her front door, oblivious to the houses around us and needing a taste.
She unlocked her door with ease, and I kicked it open, pushing her inside and slamming it closed with her body.
I made haste and unbuttoned her leather pants; as much as they looked sinful on her body, I wanted what was underneath.
When I went to pull her panties with the leather, I realized my little firecracker was going commando.
I arched my brow, and she smirked. “Honey, my ass doesn’t look this good with panties on. You gonna stand there gawkin’ at me, or are you gonna dive in?”
My hand slid between us, cupping her pussy that was already wet and needy.
Fucking hell, I loved women. I teased her clit with small circles, and I could feel her anger radiating from her.
Her lithe fingers tangled into my pink mane of curls, and she yanked my head back with such force pain rippled down my spine directly to my clit.
“Careful, darlin’. I don’t mind being in control, but if you don’t make me come, I’ll be fuckin’ your face.” Her voice was husky, filled with lust, and that goddamn accent was sending shockwaves through me.
Yes fucking ma’am.
I wrapped my hand around her throat, keeping eye contact with her deep brown hues, and plunged two fingers into her greedy pussy.
She fucked my hand, and we moved into a ferocious rhythm.
I felt the moment she was about to come undone and I pulled my fingers out of her.
My vixen growled, ready to pounce, but I shut her up and shoved my fingers into her mouth.
“Where is your bedroom?” I purred into her ear, which earned me another glare. “When you come, it’ll be on my face, firecracker.” I pulled my fingers from her mouth, and the roles switched. She pushed me up against the wall and grasped my throat. I liked this woman more and more.
“Hades. Rolls off the tongue real nice, don’t it?” she purred. It sure did. “Learn it, ‘cause you’ll be screaming it.”
She pulled me against her, her lips grazing mine. “Seems like we have a busy night ahead of us, huh?”
She yanked me close, a spark of hunger in her dark gaze, and before she got into bed, she stripped me out of my clothes.
Hades took me in, and for the first time in a long time, I was slightly self-conscious.
Hades was a vision of deep amber, a deity forged from sunlight and midnight.
Compared to her, I was a ghost—pale skin, old wounds, and still learning how to be seen as me and not her.
Even with my tattoos painting my skin in a canvas of love letters to myself, I still felt like the broken girl underneath.
Hades didn’t care. Her eyes traced every visible scar on my naked body, memorizing me like I was already a treasure she planned to keep.
“You’re art, darlin’,” she praised. Her hands cupped my breasts, admiring the hot pink barbells.
“Get out of that pretty head of yours. I’m still waiting, so finish what you started. ”
I pushed her to the bed, and she spread her thighs.
This was the closest to heaven I’d ever fucking get, and I planned on getting lost in her tonight.
I sank my teeth into her toned thigh, and she gasped as I licked and kissed her before gazing at her pretty pussy.
She was wet, desperate for release. I rode bikes for fun, and right now, I was about to have the ride of my fucking life.