My Girl #2
“I was just in the neighborhood,” I mutter, shutting the door behind Thalia and me.
“Whatever you say.” Jace’s hips sway again as he makes his way back towards the kitchen.
The night goes quicker than I would have expected.
The Neon Rose is packed. People are crowding in, filling in at the bar, the tables, and even the small amount of floor space is filling up as they stand around chatting with one another.
I listen to the customers gossip about the homicide of the man in the alley that was only a week ago.
Who knew a murder so close to the bar would make a killing in sales.
Janice explains that most of them are her regular patrons, as if she’s still trying to keep up her humble persona.
She knows she’s going to make one hell of a profit by the end of the night.
I don’t miss the way the corner of her mouth turns up as the bar customers continue to file through the doors.
She must be happy to see her loyal barflies once again.
While The Neon Rose was closed, the three of them were thrown out of the routine they all had grown to know so well. Life may not be fully back to normal for these people, but it’s closer to normal than what it had been.
I mostly stay around the back towards the kitchen.
My attention is focused on the inventory of liquor bottles and recording how much more Janice will need for the rest of the month.
Occasionally, I make glances at Thalia in her element.
The way she puts on her bartender charm has me captivated.
She looks like a fucking goddess under the glow of the lights.
I can’t help the way my scowl turns into a smirk when she catches me looking her way.
The beam I get in return is the icing on the fucking cake.
“What’s up, Red.” My eyes quickly move from my drink in my hand to a skinny motherfucker sitting in front of Thalia.
His hand strokes his chin and he watches her walk closer to his seat.
His pathetic excuse for tattoos stands out on his pale arms. I scoff at the way his black, greasy hair is slicked back and plastered against the top of his head.
He successfully misses his lip ring when he bites his lower lip as she slowly moves up to the bar.
The grip on the half empty whiskey glass is the only thing I have keeping my temper from taking over.
“Hey, what can I get you?” Thalia’s voice is sweet despite the asshole sitting in front of her.
He’s not deserving of her sunshine. She bends down and lowers her body against the bar and places her chin in her hands, bats her eyelashes, and all of that shit.
My body gets hot with jealousy over this idiot.
Fucking jealousy?! I’ve never been fucking jealous over a broad before.
Calm down, Lee. This whole act is all for tips.
“What would you recommend?” His pale blue eyes trail down her whole body. He’s clearly fucking her with his eyes. If she suggests anything other than a fucking cocktail or a plate of nachos, I will lose my shit .
“You look like a domestic beer guy.” Her eyes zero in on the fucker in front of her. “Am I right?”
“It’s like you already know me.” I quietly laugh at his response, head shaking in disbelief. What a fucking idiot. Is that really the best he has?
“I guess I do.” Thalia stands straight up, and runs a glass under the beer tap. She slides it in front of him, winking at him in the process. Oh, fuck no.
I slam my glass down against the bar, alerting the skinny weasel of a man.
Honestly, I’m surprised it didn’t break from the impact.
His eyes shoot towards mine, and I make sure to let him know—the glare on my face clearly evident—how fucked he would be if he continued to talk to my girl.
He looks over at me with fear in his eyes and immediately looks down at his beer.
With Thalia’s back towards us, I walk over to the idiot. I can’t believe I’m doing this. He stares at me with his wide eyes as my fist grabs the collar of his black v-neck tee shirt.
“What the fuck, man!?” The guy yells.
“You think it’s okay to eyefuck someone else’s girl?” I ask, practically growling in his ear.
“No, man. I was just trying to grab a drink.” His eyes quickly peer down at the beer in front of him.
“I think it’s time to order your drinks somewhere else, asshole.
You even think about looking in her direction, I won’t fucking hesitate to kill you!
” The loud volume from the speaker shuts off at the right time.
Of fucking course. Two other men at the bar give me their unsure glances, but I don’t give a shit.
“You got a fucking problem?!” The two men look down at their half drunken beers.
I let go of his now wrinkled shirt and gently slap the scruffy five o’clock shadow on his cheek. Well, maybe not too gently. Without taking a sip of his drink, he leaves the bar. Good, I needed another drink anyway.
Fuck, I have an audience. Other patrons in the bar look this way as I take small sips of the asshole’s booze.
Damn, does everyone in this fucking place have nothing else to look at?
A wide-eyed expression covers Thalia’s face as she nearly overflows the glass in her hand.
Shit. I watch how her cheeks go from pale to red.
I can’t tell if she’s turned on or surprised, but hell, I’ll take both.
I told myself I wouldn’t do this, that I wouldn’t get attached to another woman. Coming here tonight only solidifies that I truly fucked myself over. Every look, every stare, every smile, every conversation has me craving more. She’s like a drug, and I keep relapsing like a fucking addict.
The night ends around three AM. I sit on the high barstool, watching Thalia and Jace clean up.
I don’t miss the concerning stares coming from Jace and Janice as I sit and wait for closing.
They know I could have left hours ago. To them, I look like a fucking skulker watching Thalia’s every move.
I don’t give a shit about what they think.
I need to make sure she’s safe and this is the only way I’ll know for sure.
“Everything is accounted for,” Janice announces as she tucks the cash into the register.
Jace and Thalia both look over at her with relief written on their faces.
The two stop cleaning and put their wet rags on the small shelf under the bar.
After the long night, we’re all ready to leave this place .
“You two doing anything after work?” Janice asks. Her large eyes look in between Thalia and me.
“No. I’m going home to sleep,” Thalia answers before I can respond. Are you sure about that, Sweetheart?
“Umm, hmm.” Janice looks down at her keys, smirking knowingly. Jace turns his face away from Thalia to hide his silent laughter. You’re not fooling anyone.
We walk out of the bar into the cold, wet night.
Thalia grabs her umbrella from the brass hook behind her and does her best to hold it up for both of us.
She nearly laughs when I grab it and take over the task of keeping us dry.
We both walk towards my car while Janice and Jace walk in the opposite direction, looking for a cab to share.
Once we reach my Mustang, I stop her before she can open the door on her side. It’s adorable how her eyes light up. I try to hide my subtle grin as she moves just enough to stand between the passenger seat and the door.
“You’re going to have to get used to someone doing nice things for you, Sweetheart,” I tell her as I open her door.
Shaking the rain off her umbrella, I watch her apprehensively sit in the seat.
I snap the strap and place it on the floor next to her feet.
I can’t take my eyes off her, even if it is just for a mere moment, as I climb into the driver’s seat.
The social media addict that she is, immediately takes out her phone, and I start the ignition.
Even her silhouette is fucking beautiful. The illumination from the neon signs makes an almost pink glowing outline around her unkempt curls. She looks like her own brilliant light in the passenger seat of my car, drawing me in closer. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get enough of her.
I pull out of the spot in front of the bar and drive towards her apartment. We drive in silence until we reach our destination, and I park my car and try to break the somewhat uncomfortable silence between us.
“You okay, Thalia?” My tone, now low compared to my normal volume, is mindful of how close we are inside my car. “I know today must have been a bit difficult.”
“Yeah, I’m okay.” She pauses. “Just glad to be back to a somewhat normal life.”
“I’m glad I got to see you again.” I lean in and place my hand on the middle of her thigh. I feel her body jump beneath my touch before she turns to face me in her seat.
“Yeah?” Her voice asks in a whisper. Her red lips turn up in that sweet smile I love so much. If only she knew how much she’s been on my mind.
“Yeah.” The console presses into my side as I close the gap between us, eager to kiss her beautiful lips. Her mouth parts, and my tongue slides in searching for hers. Sweetly, she returns the intimate touch, the feeling of her tongue against mine driving me crazy.
Pulling back slightly, I bite her bottom lip and grab her waist. She lets out a little whimper as I pull her onto my lap.
She takes her time situating herself in the compact space between us.
I know she can feel me hardening inside my jeans.
Her breathing picks up with every kiss I place on the contours of her neck.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
I admire her with my lips against her skin. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the night we were together,” I admit between kisses. “You are like my fucking drug, one that I can’t get enough of. I’ve missed you so fucking much.”
She leans down and returns my kiss with one that takes my breath away.
I move my hands along the open space between her waist and the bottom of her shirt.
Her little moans drive me crazy when I slip my hands underneath, fingertips trailing up sensitive skin on her midriff.
Unable to stop myself, I grab her perfect tits.
“I need to see all of you.” I pull off her shirt and throw it next to us on the passenger seat.
She grinds the thin piece of cloth that shields her pussy against my erection as my arms reach around her ribcage and unclasp her bright blue bra.
I bite my lip and watch the straps slide down her arms, and her bra settles right where her thighs straddle my lap.
I rub my thumbs over her nipples before replacing them with my tongue.
I shudder at the way her fingernails dig into my forearms through my leather jacket.
She slides the sleeves down my arms and grabs my biceps .
“Tell me again, Lee,” she says.
“Tell you what, Sweetheart?” I ask. At this point, I would do anything she asked me to do.
“Tell me you missed me. Tell me you can’t stop thinking about me.” She leans in and kisses my neck. Goosebumps cover my skin as her hands trail down to the end of my shirt, and she pulls it over my arms.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you,” I tell her as she moves her hands over my tattoos.
She traces her fingertips down each one until they reach the top of my pants.
Her eyes pierce mine as her hands brush over my belt buckle.
I stare down as she undoes the silver clasp.
Her fingers deftly find the button of my jeans, and she sits further back on my thighs to expertly unbutton my pants.
I move my hands from her waist to the front of her black skirt. I fixate on her hazel eyes as I move the bottom of her skirt up her perfect hips.
“Take me out, Sweetheart.” I watch as she tugs the waistband of my boxers down, my cock finally springing free. She thumbs the drop of precum glistening on my tip, the feel of her soft hands almost making me come on the spot. “Fuck me, Thalia,” I beg.
She moves the small fabric that covers her pretty cunt and slides down on my cock. Her eyes roll back as she moves her hips in just the right way, and the way her wet warmth envelops me has a gasp of my own escaping past my lips.
“God, you’re fucking perfect, Thalia,” I moan, grabbing her waist. I move my mouth up to meet hers.
“You’re so fucking perfect and you’re mine .
” Our hips move in tandem with one another.
“Fuck, Sweetheart,” I groan, and she moves her fingers through my curly waves.
“I can feel how close you are.” My groans turn into deep moans along the curves of her slender neck.
“Yes,” Thalia’s moans are like my own form of heroin.
“That’s my girl. Keep moving like that.” The heat from our heavy breaths fogs the windows, concealing us both. Cloaking us from the busy city. I could do anything to this body of yours, and no one would ever know. “Whose girl are you, Thalia?”
“Yours,” she whimpers, and her body trembles on my dick.
“That’s right, baby. You’re mine. Fuck! Keep riding me like that until we both come.” Just like the good girl she is, she doesn’t stop. “Yes, Sweetheart. Just like that.”
“Fuck, Lee!”
“Come for me, Thalia.” Her grip on my hair tightens, nearly pulling out my locks. I feel her walls tighten around me as she drips down my length. “Yes, that’s it. Fuck. ” She feels so fucking good, and I can’t help but come inside of her as her body crashes on top of mine.
Shit. This girl is going to be the death of me.