CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR BAD VIBRATIONS LUNA
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
BAD VIbrATIONS
LUNA
It was beyond a disaster.
After the first couple of hours, I’d convinced myself that he was just pushing me. Teasing me. Seeing how far I would go—similar to at the Mayhem clubhouse. There was no vibration. No talk of it.
And that’d made sense. He cared about Rye too much to sabotage my bartending ability. Not to mention, the health code and public decency violations.
I let my guard down.
Again.
And once we were too busy for me to do anything about it, Rhys struck.
Each time I got into the zone, the vibration would start.
If I glared, he’d turn it up.
If he didn’t like the way a customer was flirting with me, he’d turn it up.
If I relaxed, he’d turn it up.
If I looked at him, silently pleading for us to go somewhere because I needed release, he would turn it off.
Even then, I was keenly aware of the device nestled between my legs. The feel of that alone was enough to have me shifting on my feet and squeezing my thighs for relief.
I was on edge.
In public.
For hours.
Sure, I could’ve gone to the bathroom and removed the damn thing. Or used it to get off. Or thrown it at Rhys’s head.
Better yet, all three by getting off, then removing it, then throwing it at him.
But I didn’t. Because Detective Luna Oscar was no quitter.
My fingers shook as I pulled the tap to fill a pint glass. The beer sloshed out a little when I lifted it. And then I nearly spilled the whole thing onto a guy’s lap when a jolt of lightning hit my overwhelmed and abused clit.
“Sorry,” I forced out to the man as I grabbed a napkin to wipe the foam that dripped down the outside of the glass.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yup.” I faked a smile that probably skirted the line between friendly and maniacal as the vibration increased.
Okay, I give up.
I can’t do this.
I tried to appear nonchalant as I moved to where Rhys was shooting the shit with a couple of customers, along with Alice and Chuck.
Just having a grand ol’ time while I was dying.
Literally dying.
I let out an oof when he did the belt loop hook and tugged me closer. A much different noise threatened to push free when he angled his muscular thigh to push against me.
Oh fuck.
Tipping my head back, I forced my voice to stay firm. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
“Go ahead,” he said with what could only be described as an evil glint in his eyes. Seriously. All he was missing was a mustache to twirl or a cat to stroke, and he would have the villain look down pat.
Coincidentally, I had a pussy for him to stroke, which was why I needed to talk to him. “In the office.”
“Can’t. Too busy.”
I gave a pointed look at the empty tables and stools.
Tuesdays and Wednesdays were busy around dinner time, but they slowed down early. Thursdays went a little later because everyone was already in a Friday mindset.
“It’ll just take a minute,” I said.
It was a lie.
It would take all of twenty seconds if he put the vibration on high.
Ten if he touched me himself.
“Later,” he said.
“But—” My argument died in my throat at the sharp look he gave.
If he’s not going to make me come, I’m not going to stand in his arms.
I tried to dislodge myself, earning another warning glance seconds before the vibration shot up. “Hey!”
All eyes shot to me at the inappropriately loud objection.
Holy shit, I’m not dying.
I’m going to kill him.
I scrambled to cover. “Hey, I’m going to go take care of all these imaginary customers you seem to think are here.”
He released his hold, and I backed away before he changed his mind and came up with a new way to torture me.
Maybe if I crouch down to grab something, I can get enough friction to come.
Like he knew what I was thinking, the vibration turned off.
Damn.
Rhys waited until I was busy with a tray of refills for Alice’s table before saying, “I guess I should make cuts.”
The vibration started, a slow build that got me close before ebbing away.
“Who wants to go?” he continued.
Just like the damn sensation continued, growing more powerful as he increased the speed.
I slapped my palms on the bar, and again, everyone looked my way.
“I’ll go,” I said.
Faster.
Faster.
Almost.
Almost.
“I’ll go right now,” I added in a breathless rush. Warned? Pleaded?
I didn’t even know.
The handsome villain—the absolutely monstrous bastard—lifted his chin toward the tray that wasn’t even mine.
“You’re busy. Plus, we rode in together.
” And then he gave me his back as he sent Alice and Chuck home before taking a leisurely stroll through the room and into the back, likely to make sure the kitchen was broken down and everything was done.
Alice didn’t jump to reset her station like normal. Instead, she refilled her water and leaned against the counter. “Girl, I have to admit something. When I heard you were Rhys’s girlfriend…” She paused to shake her head.
The tiny break was enough to send a million scenarios through my head. That she thought it was weird. She didn’t buy it. It was unbelievable.
But it was none of that. “I worried it was going to be drama city. Like, he’d give you preferential treatment, or that you’d just be standing around, doing nothing but getting in the way. Nope. He is harder on you than anyone else.”
I wish he was harder on me right now.
Oh my God, I’m delirious with lust. Even I know that was a bad joke.
“Anyway,” she said, blissfully unaware that I had one and a half functioning brain cells left. “I was beginning to think he secretly hated you.”
Funny, I’m beginning to think the same thing myself.
“He clearly doesn’t, though. Not with the way he looks at you, though. Hot.” She fanned herself. “So hot. That said, I can go tell him that I’ll stay. You seem like you could use a break.”
It wasn’t a break, it was a breakdown I was nearing, but she didn’t need to know that. “I’m good. Honestly.”
“If you’re sure.”
I delivered the refills to her table and slowly started restocking and getting things ready for close. My hope was that Rhys would go to his office—which I prayed was out of range—to do his business side of things so we could leave as soon as he locked the front door.
I should’ve known that wouldn’t happen.
It wasn’t a two-bartender crowd, but once Alice and Chuck clocked out, he returned to the front to chat and laugh and hang out like I wasn’t about to perish.
I kept my back to him in case meeting his gaze would remind him that he held the control.
Of the device.
Of me.
I bent to grab the box of straws, and when I stood, heat hit my back. Tattooed arms went to either side of me, caging me in against the vacant end of the bar. Lips skimmed my jaw up to my ear, and his voice was a low whisper when he asked, “What did you think you’d be doing if I let you leave?”
“You know exactly what.”
“So you didn’t learn your lesson?” I could hear the smile in his voice. “That’s okay, hellcat. Happy to teach it again during your shift tomorrow.”
If all this was a teaching moment, I understood. I got it. I’d learned whatever it was he wanted me to learn. He just had to tell me what that was.
“What lesson?” I asked.
Rhys wrapped an arm around my waist, settling his hand just below my breast as he shifted closer until his hardness pressed against my back.
“That no one… not even you…” His other hand dropped to right above my waistband with his fingers stretched down.
“Touches this pretty little pussy. This is mine now. Your orgasms are mine. If you need something, you come to me. Understood?”
I nodded in a frantic rush.
He removed his hand from my core to tilt my face up and kiss me. It was quick, but it still wasn’t something he ever really did at work. He followed it up with a dimpled grin, and God, that did it for me almost as much as the vibrator did. It was just that sexy.
“I’ll be in the office,” he said as he released me.
It took me a long second after he left to remember I was supposed to be working and not dreamily thinking about his smile.
I started with the older biker at the opposite end that he’d been talking to. I got the feeling he was a regular since everyone knew him. “Another one, Tom?”
“Nah, I’ve gotta get home.” He drained the last bit and did my job for me, reaching over the bar to put his glass upside down in the dish tray.
Rather than getting up, he sat back down and skewered me with a look.
“You know, I’ve been coming to this bar for over a decade.
” He grinned, his sun-weathered face crinkling.
“Never seen that man so happy. Never seen him smile so easy and often. Especially these last couple years with all the bull crap he’s had to deal with to keep Rye going.
” He finally stood and thumped his hand on the bar a few times. “He deserves some peace in his life.”
“He does,” I agreed.
Tom dropped some cash on the bar and headed out. The other stragglers followed suit, leaving me alone in my own peaceful quiet.
And I had that peace for a whole twenty seconds before the vibrator came back on.
At full power.
Very nearly taking me down to my knees.
He lowered it almost immediately to the weakest setting, but that didn’t matter. Even that was too much.
His words echoed in my head.
‘Your orgasms are mine.’
I wasn’t sure if him controlling the remote counted, but it wasn’t a risk I was willing to take.
Not if the end result was another night of pained torture.
He said the health department has ears everywhere…
I wonder if he does, too?
At the very least, I knew he had cameras that he must’ve been watching. Either that, or the timing of the vibration after everyone left was lucky.
I moved to the camera mounted near the liquor bottles. “Is there sound on this?” The vibrations sped up, then slowed, and a throaty groan escaped me. “Rhys.”
I’ll take that as a yes.
I sucked a deep breath between my clenched teeth. “If you don’t turn that completely off, I’ll come.”
It stayed on.
Whatever. I told him.
I guess he wants to watch on the camera.
That was disappointing. Fun, and something I would do and enjoy. But disappointing that after all the buildup, he wasn’t going to touch me when I finally exploded.
His method was probably for the best due to alllll the various bricks in the walls we both had to keep up.
But crazy enough, I didn’t care. Not about any of that. And it wasn’t even because I was so horny, I was on the verge of weeping. I just wanted him that badly.
I was about to ask him to turn the vibration up when heavy footsteps echoed in the room. “Car. Now.”
The bar was empty, but we were still an hour away from actual closing time. It didn’t seem to matter to him.
It definitely didn’t matter to me. I would’ve sprinted there if I was capable of it. But each tiny move sent a shockwave to my frayed nerve endings.
He stormed closer, and the single-minded determination on his face worked right alongside the toy. It might’ve been better than the toy, actually. “What did I say about repeating myself?”
My hands shot out to clutch the counter—literally holding onto the ledge to keep from metaphorically falling.
“You close?”
I gave a frantic nod that must’ve been jarring for the lone brain cell remaining.
The vibration stopped.
“I told you—” he started, but I cut in.
“Nope. No. I can’t be in trouble for that.” I gave a flimsy backward wave in the general vicinity of the camera. “Did you hear what I said?”
“I heard your pathetic little whimper when you moaned my name.”
How does he make insulting words sound like the sexiest compliment?
I didn’t risk asking when my body was already aching. “Well, I also gave you a warning that if you didn’t want me to come, you had to turn it off. It’s not my fault you didn’t listen.”
“Now, Lo.”
My shoulders rose and fell. “Give me two seconds.”
He didn’t.
Rounding the bar, he put his shoulder to my belly and lifted.
I was not light.
I was not tall enough that said not-lightness was evenly distributed.
But there was zero hesitation as he hefted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. Not even an oomph or a groan or a wobble.
“Put me down,” I hissed.
He didn’t.
With one arm banded around my thighs to keep me in place, he made the walk to the employee exit in record time, pausing only long enough to ensure everything was locked and secure.
“Put me down,” I tried again so he had both hands available to handle the process.
“No.”
“But your old man knees.”
His palm came down on my ass hard enough to send a burning sting radiating. “You’re gonna pay for that, hellcat.”
Strangely?
I was looking forward to it.