Chapter 15 #2
He places the splint on the underside of my wrist and forearm.
“Do your best not to bend your hand at all. I’m going to splint it in place until you can see the doctor, to prevent any further damage.
She will see you after her shift, which means you’ll have to wait a few hours before you can see her.
” Cole finishes wrapping my hand and wrist with a new bandage, places his hands on his knees and stands up.
“Not too tight?” He asks.
I shake me head. “No, it’s comfortable. Thank you.”
He walks over to the door and knocks twice, signaling to Isaac that we are done. The door opens and Isaac is at my side before Cole has a chance to sit behind his desk. He gives me a once over, scanning me for any hint of how I’m feeling, concern etched in his face.
“I’m okay.” I grab his hand and pull him toward me, urging him to sit down.
He looks equally pissed as he does worried and I feel the couch cushions dip as Isaac sits beside me. His fingers caress the back of my hair while he pulls me in closer to kiss my forehead.
Butterflies fill my stomach and it takes every bit of willpower I have not to wrap my arms around his neck.
I’m not na?ve. I know how completely ridiculous it would be, I still have no idea who Isaac is. He could be a crazy serial killer for all I know. Just waiting for me to fall in love with him before he skins me and wears me like a body suit.
I’ve seen way too many true crime documentaries to know that I’m being incredibly way too welcoming to a complete stranger. A violent stranger.
But the longer I am with him, and the more he takes care of me, the more my walls start to crack. I cannot explain how or why, but my instincts are telling me that I don’t need to be afraid of him.
I just hope I’m not wrong.
“Isaac, you need to get downstairs. We open in two hours, and you have a lot to do.” And just like that, he is back to business.
Isaac grunts in agreement and grabs my hand.
Cole clears his throat and looks at us from behind his laptop. “She’s not going to be a problem down there, is she?” A threatening undertone in his voice.
“Nah man, she will just be keeping me company while I slave away for my ass of a boss. Won’t even know she’s here.” Isaac makes a crossing sign with his finger over his heart.
Cole raises an eyebrow at Isaac. “I wouldn’t have to be an ass if my employee would just do his damn job.”
Isaac puts his hand to his chest and feigns like he got hit. “Ouch man, ouch. I am an exemplary employee. Even putting in extra hours for you outside of the bar.”
A smile teases Cole’s lips. “Get the fuck out of my office and down to the bar, smartass.”
“I’d rather be a smartass than a dumbass.” Isaac shrugs and I giggle under my breath.
Cole gives Isaac a pointed look, and Isaac raises his hands in fake defeat. “Okay, okay, we are leaving.”
***
Isaac leaves me sitting behind the bar while he gets his supplies from the storage room below us. His head pops up from the hole in the floor like in a game of whack-a-mole and I’m tempted to give it a quick whack for my own amusement.
“I don’t know why Cole decided to put the storage room under the bar.” He grunts and places a heavy crate of light lagers on the floor next to the hatch. “It’s a real pain in the ass.”
I feel bad for just sitting here watching him work. Although, I am enjoying the view. He looks insanely hot with his sleeves rolled up and sweat matting his hair on his forehead. The muscles in his forearms and biceps flex when he grabs the handles and puts the crate on the bar top.
My stomach does that stupid flip flop again and I hate it. Why does my body betray me so much when he is around?
Whatever the reason, it’s annoying.
Then again…
Nope! No. Nuh uh. I said never again.
Isaac finishes stocking the cooler and takes out three different trays that each have limes, lemons and oranges. He places them on the countertop and begins slicing them into wedges.
“Are you sure there isn’t anything I can help with?” I ask.
“Well since you’re right-handed, and could barely take your own bra off yesterday, I don’t think there is Mi Vida.” Isaac smirks.
My cheeks warm when the flashback of him taking my bra off crosses my memory. I was so embarrassed asking him to do something like that. I felt helpless, and so exposed.
“But if you insist on wanting to help, you could fill the garnish trays with the cherries.” Isaac points to the jar of cherries with his knife.
“Sounds easy enough.” I hop off the barstool and grab the jar. Standing there with the jar in my hand, I realize something.
The jar is closed, and I can’t open the jar with just one hand.
Isaac walks over to me and holds out his hand. “Here, let me.”
“No, thank you.” Over my dead body he will. I am not going to give him the satisfaction of opening a jar after his comment about my bra.
“Seriously Serena, it’s no big deal.”
“I said no thank you.” I look around the bar for anything that might help and see nothing. So, I sit down on the stool again, squeeze the jar between my legs, and use my left hand to open it. A little syrup spills over onto my legs, but I’m going to chalk this one up as a win.
“Ah ha! See, I didn’t need your stupid macho man jar opening power.” I boast while draining the liquid into the sink.
Isaac stops mid slice into a lemon, gives me one look and laughs. “Yeah, I see that.”
“I have no idea why you’re laughing.” My voice raised slightly at the end. I drain the cherries and dump them into the garnish tray. Setting down his knife, he turns towards me and watches the cherry syrup run down my leg. Heat flashing in his eyes.
“Are you always this stubborn?” Isaac crosses his arms and leans against the bar.
“Are you always this… insufferable?” I scoff.
Isaac takes a rag from his back pocket and dips it into a bucket of warm water and soap. He sits on the bar stool and pats his leg. “Yes. Now come here.”
Warmth gathers at the base of my stomach. Why was that so hot? And why do I feel like this man could tell me to sit on his lap and I would happily oblige.
Standing in front of him, he takes the rag from his shoulder and starts at my knee, dragging it up my thigh. The warmth of the rag disappears, replaced by a cooling sensation by the time it reaches my mid thigh.
My pulse quickens as Isaac gets closer to the apex of my legs. The roughness of the rag leaves a small chilly path behind it, sending shivers up my spine. Or is that the thought of Isaac’s fingers so close to my pussy that’s giving me goosebumps?
Isaac looks up at me with a mischievous glint in his eye before he dunks the rag back into the bucket of water. “Cold?”
“Mhmmm.” I squeak out.
“My bad baby girl.” Isaac repeats the same process of washing my leg on the opposite side. This time, taking extra care to keep the water warm as much as possible.
On his last pass upward, his fingers trail closely behind. The cold trail of water disappears, leaving only an electric hum behind. Desire pools at the base of my stomach, and I am now regretting wearing a mini skirt.
He gets to the top of my thigh, and I take a small step to the side, giving him better access. My heart races and if it weren’t for the soft music playing, I would be worried it would give me away to the others.
Although, the idea that someone could catch us at any moment, only adds fuel to the fire burning inside me. Adding a pulse of exhilaration that I can’t ignore.
Isaac traces his finger on the outside of my panties, and the walls of my pussy tighten, begging for more.
“Oh, your panties are soaked, baby.” His fingers tease the edge of my underwear. He leans in close and his lips brush my ear. “Does my Little Firecracker want to be played with?”
More than anything I would love for him to push past the cotton barrier between my entrance and his hand. To feel his fingers inside me. Teasing me and making me beg.
I’ve never experienced edging before, but from what I’ve read in my books, it sounds like it could be a euphoric experience.
“If there weren’t other people here right now, I would put you on this counter, spread your legs and feast on your pussy like I did last night.” He kisses my neck behind my jaw softly, his warm breath against my skin making my breath hitch.
A soft moan escapes my lips. Fuck everyone else. Having his head between my legs right now sounds amazing.
“You are for my eyes only Serena.” Isaac declares. “The second I saw you in this skirt, I wanted to bend you over right there in the foyer, push it up your hips and claim you on the stairs. And then burn it.”
I gasp. “You wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh, I would Mi Vida. You’re mine, not anyone else’s. If I even catch another man looking at you the wrong way, I’ll kill him.” Isaac growls.
I can’t tell if he’s serious about the whole kill him part of that, but I do know that I wish everyone would just disappear right now. I would bend over in an instant and let Isaac show me just who’s good girl I am.
Isaac’s finger starts to slip underneath the fabric of my panties, and my hips move in response. When I realize that he’s actually going to do this, my chest rises and falls quickly. Isaac is going to finger me in public… and I’m going to let him.
I feel the tip of his finger just outside, circling my entrance. Oh God, please just hurry up. I don’t know how much longer I can wait before I take matters into my own hands.
Slowly, I start to feel him enter me. I close my eyes and part my lips.
“Oh hiiiii Isaac!” My eyes pop open.
What the fuck?
Isaac takes away his hand, leaving an empty void between us and my pussy longing for more. I turn my attention in the direction of the voice and see one of the servers leaning across the edge of the bar top, supporting herself on crossed arms. Her tits nearly busting out of her low-cut halter top.
“I missed you last night.” She twirls a piece of hair between two fingers and smacks her gum.