Chapter 5
Five
Daemon
With one last look at the gorgeous psycho behind me, I turn and make my way toward the full on brawl happening mere feet from my girl.
My girl? Who the hell am I right now?
Shaking those thoughts off, I turn and see that Holden already has Truett by the shoulders. He’s trying to pull him off of Keegan, but our goalie doesn’t want to stop punching his former friend.
Kai is trying to pull Keegan out from underneath Truett, but neither of those guys are light. I can see the way he struggles to move him.
Maxton is just standing off to the side and shaking his head, muttering something about how he's too old for this shit. We’re all too old to be breaking up bar fights.
I grab Truett's arm and yank it backward before he can land another punch to Keegan’s jaw. “Enough.”
“He started it,” Truett roars, but he's not fighting me. Holden is finally able to pull him off the ground as Kai yanks his sparring partner back.
“I don't give a fuck who started it.” My voice is level, attempting to maintain some semblance of control is this situation. It’s the same tone I use when rookies get too cocky on the ice. “I’m ending it. You’re done.”
Keegan climbs to his feet, chest heaving, and I know he wants to take another swing. Thankfully, he doesn't. He just glares at Truett, rage and hate burning in his eyes. Without a glance at the rest of us, he turns and stalks away from the group.
When I turn, I spot a hint of a smirk on Gianna’s face. I want to be mad that she’s entertained by this, but the way she’s looking at me stops me from speaking.
“That was amazing,” she murmurs, her eyes bright as she takes me in. “Do it again. The tough guy thing is really hot on you.”
Letting the comment wash over me, I get a good look at her for the first time tonight.
She’s wearing the tightest, shortest dress that hugs each of her round curves in a way that makes my pants too tight to contain my dick.
Her hair is unruly, and her lipstick is a deep shade of red, like a fucking warning sign.
She's chaos. Pure, unfiltered chaos. She’s stunning, and I want her so badly I can barely think straight.
“Come on,” she says, closing the distance between us and grabbing my hand. “Let's get out of here.”
I’m too distracted by the way her hand fits perfectly in mine to respond to her right away. She interlocks our fingers in a way that feels too intimate, but I like that she does it.
“Where do you want to go?” My question comes out on a strained exhale.
Her smile widens, clearly pleased that I’m agreeing. “Anywhere that's not here.”
Somehow, we’ve found ourselves at some dive bar only three blocks from Rookies. It’s the kind of place with sticky floors and a jukebox that only plays songs from the eighties. It's loud in here, but it’s so much quieter than where the night began.
Gianna loves it immediately.
“This is perfect,” she sings, spinning around to take it all in. “Come on, buy me a drink, super star.”
I order her a Jameson and Ginger, and I get myself a whiskey. As soon as she has the drink in her hand, she downs the contents of her glass in two sips.
Then, her hand is in mine again as she drags me toward the back of the bar. There’s no one back here, just a speaker and an old unused bar, vacant of liquor or stools.
“Dance with me.” It’s more of a demand than a request, which is exactly what I’ve come to expect from her.
“I don't dance.’ Even though I reject her offer, I refuse to release my hold on her hand.
“Liar.” She's already swaying her hips, looking ridiculously sexy, to the beat of some song I don't recognize. “Everyone dances.”
“I don't,” I laugh, but my eyes never stray from her body as she moves effortlessly.
A second later, her movements come to an end, and she looks up at me with a pout on her red painted lips. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a pout look sexy before, but it is on her.
“Fine,” she huffs. “Then watch me dance for you.”
Before I can stop her, she's climbing onto the bar. The bartender at the front yells something about insurance, but Gianna ignores him. She resumes her earlier dancing, and I watch mesmerized as her body moves in ways that should be illegal.
I can feel eyes on us and the presence of people moving closer to our previously secluded corner. There is no doubt in my mind that all the men in here are looking at her. She’s fucking stunning.
Turning my head, I confirm all my suspicions. There’s a group of guys leaning against the wall, drinks in hand as they watch her move. Another few men have moved to a high top table close by, and I swear one of them is licking his lips while his eyes trail the length of her body.
I hate the way they're looking at her as though she's something they can have. Like she isn’t here with me. Like she isn’t mine.
While she might not actually be mine, she is here with me. She’s not mine, but that doesn’t stop the possessiveness clawing at my throat when one of them moves to stand at the end of the bar, needing a closer look.
Gianna laughs at the man, but that doesn’t stop her dance for me. She’s spinning around, and her dress is riding up her thighs. I stare at her legs, remembering how soft her skin feels.
I’m ripped from my memory when some asshole moves beside me and reaches up to grab her ass. Before I can spin around and deck the guy, Gianna takes matters into her own hands. With her bright red heel, she kicks the guy square in the chest.
He stumbles backward, but he collects himself quickly. Now, he’s swearing and charging toward the bar. He stands no chance at getting to her because I'm already moving.
But before I can get to him, Gianna jumps down from the bar and gets right in his face.
“Touch me again and I'll break your fucking hand.” Her voice is deadly calm, almost terrifying.
“Little girl,” he spits at her, his voice dripping with condescension. “Do what you were put on this earth to do. Shut your mouth and shake your ass for us guys busting our ass all week.”
I move in closer to their stand off. Knowing Gianna, she can likely handle herself, but I don’t trust the sleazy fucker. The second he tries anything with her, I’ll lay him out.
Gianna laughs in his face. “I’d lick this dirty ass floor after you’ve walked on it before I’d ever dance for you.”
“I think someone needs to teach you some manners,” the guy slurs, a clear sign that he’s celebrating the end of his work week with too many drinks.
Again, this little psycho giggles at his attempt to scare her. “I won’t be taking lessons from a pig that probably pisses on his balls with his tiny dick.”
The guy looks like he's about to lunge forward, but then his gaze darts to mine where I’m standing behind her. Whatever he finds in my expression is enough to have him turning and walking away.
“Gianna,” I say her name with a low groan.
She turns to me. “I can handle myself, and I did just that.”
“I can see that.” My jaw flexes as I try to calm my racing heart.
Her eyes roll as she sighs. “Then why are you looking at me like that?”
Leaning down until our faces are closer, I ask, “How am I looking at you, Chaos?”
Those big brown eyes flit across my face. “Like you are two seconds away from throwing me over your shoulder like some kind of caveman.”
I lean in closer, taking in the scent of her and watching the way her pupils dilate at my proximity. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking about doing.”
Her breath catches. “Then do it.”
She’s challenging me, and I don't give her a chance to change her mind. In a flash, I bend down, grab her around the waist, and toss her over my shoulder.
She lets out the most adorable sound. It’s something between a laugh and a shriek, and it goes straight to my dick. “Daemon! Put me down!”
“Not a chance.”
I carry her out of the bar, forcing myself to ignore the stares and the catcalls. Nothing matters other than the way her body feels pressed against mine.
Gianna and I have been in this exact position before. She danced on the kitchen table in the cabin, and I threw her over my shoulder, carried her to the counter, and ate her pussy like it was my last meal.
“Where are we going?” she asks, her voice breathless from fighting me the entire way toward the exit.
I push through the door and into the cool night air. My truck is only parked a block from here, so I just keep walking in that direction.
When I don’t answer her, she slaps my back. “Where are we going, Daemon?”
“Home,” I grunt from the sting of her slap.
“Are we going to your home or mine?” I don’t need to see her face to know that she’s smiling in celebration of her victory. This is what she wanted. I knew it the moment she approached me at the first bar.
“We’re going to my house.”
“Why?”
I come to a stop beside my truck and lower her to her feet. As soon as she’s on the ground, I pin her against the side of my truck with my body. The soft gasp that passes her lips is exactly what I want to hear.
Gianna tilts her head back until her eyes meet mine, and I see the desire swirling in her eyes. I’m sure it matches my own.
“Because I need to fuck you again,” I whisper, my voice rough. “I'm done pretending I don't. We both know I want you.”
Her tongue darts out to drag across her full bottom lip. My next exhale is shaky as she arches her back, pressing her body more firmly against mine.
“It took you long enough,” she pants, and my restraint snaps.
My mouth crashes to hers, and we groan in unison at the contact. Wasting no time, my hands are in her hair, forcing her head to the side so I can deepen our kiss. She grinds her body against mine, needing to feel me as much as I need to feel her.
She tastes like Jameson and sweetness and everything I’ve been missing for months. I groan into the kiss, wanting her to know exactly how she affects me.
I break the kiss before I get too carried away. If I don’t stop now, I’ll fuck her in my truck. She deserves to be worshipped, and I can’t do that properly in such a small space.
“Get in the truck, Chaos,” I rasp against her lips before I move to open the door for her. “I need you.”
Thankfully, she moves without me having to say another word. As I round the truck, I adjust my straining erection in my pants.
It takes every bit of my restraint not to pull her to me the instant I’m in the driver’s seat. I want her in my house, in my bed, writhing underneath me. This time will be different.
Unlike last time, I’ll be there when she wakes up, and I’ll make her come over and over again before I make her breakfast.