Chapter 35
Debbie
Sitting across from Luke at the seedy bar, my eyes roamed the place, the rough customers at the pool tables, and the even rougher ones who got into a scuffle at the bar.
As soon as the bartender threatened them with the biggest stick I’d ever seen, the two idiots settled their differences, and the big one bought the little one a beer.
Luke was oblivious to the altercation. He pretended to be reading the label on a beer bottle, but I could tell he had his attention focused on one of the pool tables.
I couldn’t make out a single bit of the conversation, but eagle-ears Luke no doubt could. So long as I didn’t distract him.
He was in his element here, and I was getting a taste of his life in the rough lane. But he was my man, and where he went, I went. I’d seen Luke beat Scarface handily in arm wrestling, and I had no doubt that in this pond, Luke was one of the big fish you didn’t mess with.
The occasional guy acknowledged Luke with a quick hi as he passed our table.
Luke didn’t say more than a word or two to each.
One guy bumped into Luke by accident and was instantly apologetic.
I was sitting with one of the alphas of this pack.
Later, Chesty, the skank of a waitress who’d practically forced her cleavage into Luke’s face, got the handsy treatment from Scarface. She didn’t object. She probably deserved him.
I’d almost reached my boredom limit for the evening when Luke got up. “Time to go, Red.”
Four words had never been more welcome.
Sitting silently in this place was not my cup of tea.
“I have to hit the restroom first,” he added.
I left to wait outside, happy to be away from that crowd. I could see why Luke hadn’t been eager for me to join him. However, waiting outside didn’t seem like a great idea either. Two drunk guys in a row offered me a lift as they exited and saw me alone in the dark.
The third one sported a ponytail.
I gave him the same No thanks I’d given the others.
He didn’t get the hint and continued my way.
I slipped my hand into my purse, but didn’t feel the firm plastic of Little Sparky, the Taser Mama Garcetti had encouraged me to get. I rummaged around some more, but when Ponytail Guy reached me, I still hadn’t found it.
He attempted a smile, and even in the dim light I could see his teeth were years overdue for a dentist appointment. “A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be alone out here in the dark.”
I continued my search in my purse, but I realized kneeing him in the balls might be my only alternative.
“Get away from her,” Luke bellowed from the doorway.
Ponytail Guy spun around. “Uh… Wrench.” He backed away from me. “I was just making sure she was safe.” He turned and speed-walked away.
“Wrench?” I asked when Luke reached me.
“Yeah. Wasn’t my choice.”
I placed a palm on his chest. “I see nobody messes with my Wrench.”
“Not since they heard I killed a man in prison.”
I cringed. No wonder they all feared him. “You did?”
“No, but the rumor helps my rep.” He pulled me in close. “And nobody messes with my girl.”
Back at Luke’s place, I only let him get five feet inside the door before I latched onto him. “I’ve been waiting all night for this.” I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him, clawing at his back.
He brought his lips crashing down on mine and carried me into his bedroom, the taste of spicy wing sauce filling my mouth.
But it was the taste of lust, backed by testosterone on my tongue, that lit my fire as he fell back on the bed with me on top of him. I’d had to watch, but not touch all night long, and for him to do his listening work, we couldn’t talk either. I’d had to content myself with just gazing into his eyes.
We disentangled ourselves and began stripping our clothes away.
I backed up to the bed when he got my pants off. “Lie back, Wrench.”
He sat back on the bed in his boxer briefs and reached for my panties.
I brushed his hand away. “Oh no you don’t.”
The look of astonishment on his face was priceless.
“All night long you asked me to be quiet, and I was. Now it’s your turn to do what I say.”
He smirked. “Is that so?”
“Damn straight.” I pushed him back. I couldn’t have forced him any more than I could lift my car, but sheer will could do more than muscles sometimes.
He gave in and laid back. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”
“Not once.”
“Well, I was thinking it a hundred times. Does that count?” His eyes were as devilish as his grin was intoxicating.
I hooked my fingers in the band of his underwear and pulled down.
He lifted his butt, and the monster sprang loose as I pulled the boxer briefs free.
He lay on the bed, naked, with his stiff cock hovering over his abdomen. Ever the tit man, his eyes followed the bounce of my breasts as I climbed up.
“I saw you eying Chesty’s boobs when she did this to you.” I leaned over and got a breast on either side of his face with his nose in my cleavage.
“Cindy? She’s a harmless tease,” he said, licking up my cleavage, sending a shiver through me.
“You could have pulled back.”
He laughed. “She was trying to get a rise out of you.”
It had worked. Here I was quizzing Luke over nothing he’d done. Shame crept over me. I was a looney toon getting jealous over some tart of a waitress. I’d never been like this before, and I didn’t like it.
Luke had been so good to me, and I was acting like a crazy lady. Tonight I’d turn it around.
I slid down to blow on the tip of his engorged erection, giving it a quick lick. Mr. Happy bounced upward at the attention, so I licked the length of him, balls to tip, which earned me a satisfied moan. But in this department, I was a novice.
In high school, all the girls had talked about giving their boyfriends blow jobs. It wasn’t real sex, after all, they’d said, pretending they’d maintained their virtue. But I’d failed that course the one time I’d gotten up the courage to try, with Martin. He’d said I sucked at it, and he didn’t mean I was sucking well.
I climbed up and rubbed my panties over Luke’s length.
I leaned forward to give him access to my boobs, and his hands and mouth lavished them with attention.
Pulling my panties aside, I slid my slick folds over his length and back before moving down his legs to grasp his hardness. I pulled the tip to my mouth and spread the bead of precum around the crown with my tongue before taking him in and sucking the salty tip, leaving him with a pop when I pulled away.
His moans were music to my ears. I was getting a passing grade.
I stroked my tongue against his cock as I took him deeper this time. No way I was getting very far down his length, but I took as much as I could and moved up and down with slow strokes, my hand gripping his shaft. Slurping, sucking, and licking him faster and stronger, I looked up at him to see his eyes slam shut and his moans continue.
He speared his fingers in my hair, not forcing me, but guiding me.