Bennie didn’t respond right away, but the look on her face told Naggie that her friend knew there was something more. Bennie leaned in farther and asked in a low voice, “You want to sleep with him, don’t you?”
When Naggie didn’t respond right away, Bennie leaned back and shook her head. “Girl, good luck with that.” She bent to the side again and looked at Booshie once more. In a much lower voice, she said, “That man looks like he could eat a woman up and still be starved, even your spunky ass, Naggie.”
Good, because on a day like today, Naggie wanted to be used, abused, and fucked unconscious. Bennie started chuckling, as if Naggie said that sentence out loud. It wasn’t like they didn’t look after each other, because they did all the time. Bennie was like a sister to her, but they also didn’t bullshit each other. If Naggie wanted Bennie to take her home, or if she thought Naggie was not with it enough to know what the hell she was doing, then she’d call her out.
“You sure?”
Naggie looked over her shoulder, saw Booshie looking right at her even though his buddy was still talking to him, and felt her heart pound in her chest. Yeah, she was sure she was ready to put the shitty day behind her in one night of wild, raw sex. And she knew that was exactly what she would get if she gave it up to Booshie. When she turned back around, it was to see Bennie shaking her head and smiling. “Oh yeah, I am pretty damn sure.”
“Well.” She shrugged, grabbed her purse, and stood. “You sure know how to kick the old out and bring the new in.” She grinned once more and leaned in for a hug. “But I am only a phone call away, and just know I wouldn’t be leaving you here if I thought you wouldn’t be okay.” She leaned back and stared at Naggie in the eye. “But you’re a strong girl, and I trust you, so please be careful. You are such a wild child.” Bennie smiled, and Naggie returned the expression.
“I’ll be okay, and hey, maybe he just wants to talk.”
Bennie shook her head and gave Naggie a “what the fuck ever” look. “That man wants you like he is iron deficient and you’re a raw steak.”
That had Naggie bursting out laughing. “You and your funky-ass analogies.”
Bennie winked, and the look she gave Booshie was one a big sister might give to warn off guys. Naggie watched her leave the bar, and when she turned to look at the biker, she saw he was watching her and that Tank was walking away with the two blondes, most likely about to have a ménage.
“So, just you and me now,” he said and took a long drink of his beer. He set the bottle down and leaned in close. When he grinned, it was one of those smiles that surely had panties dropping all over the place.
“Yeah, just you and me.” Naggie couldn’t help this undeniable attraction she felt for Booshie. They may not “know” each other besides the pleasantries they shared when they saw each other, but Naggie didn’t feel as though they were strangers. They stared at each other for a long while, and the heat and electricity continued to bounce between them.
There was a lot of action all around them: the music, the loud voices and laughter, and the general activity that seemed so out of place, because she felt like they were in their own little world. Booshie brought the beer bottle to his lips again, his gaze still trained on her, and took a long swallow. God, just watching his throat work as he swallowed was so damn attractive, and all she could think about was having unbelievably raunchy sex with Booshie.
Her pussy was wet, and she knew her nipples were probably visible right through her shirt. And when Booshie looked down at her chest and she saw the way his pupils dilated, Naggie knew that if she were to ask him to take her home right now, he would.
“You want to talk about whatever is bothering you?”
Naggie didn’t want to talk at all, and in fact the only sounds she wanted to hear were of her and him grunting and groaning as he pounded what she knew had to be a big-ass cock in and out of her. Instantly, her cheeks heated at the thoughts of that and of the images that slammed into her mind. Booshie cocked one of his eyebrows, and the corner of his mouth lifted like he saw in her expression what she was thinking.
She had a buzz going on, was single once again, and was so horny her clit practically throbbed. He looked good, damn good. The dark bandana he wore was like a staple for his fashion, but she knew he wore it because that was just his style and not because he was trying to appear like a badass biker, despite the fact that he really was.
The leather cut he wore smelled good, and whatever dark and spicy cologne he wore filled her head and made her even more intoxicated.
“I don’t want to talk, Booshie. I want you to take me home and help me forget about this worthless piece of shit day I’ve had.”
For several moments, he did nothing but watch her, but then he lifted his beer and finished it off while holding her gaze with his own over the rim. “Your day was that bad that you want to come home with a virtual stranger and have him fuck you until you can’t walk?”
He wasn’t a stranger, but she didn’t mention that. Her pulse raced, adrenaline filling her body, and she licked her lips. She didn’t even hesitate when she said, “Yes, I want that really fucking badly.”
There was this sound that came from him that had a tingle running up the length of her spine. It was like a wild animal stalking through the night and looking for his prey. “It’s dangerous to proposition a man at a bar the way you just did.”
“I didn’t proposition anyone.” She leaned in, and the scent of the beer he was drinking came from his warm breath. “What I’m saying is that a woman like me needs a man like you to show me what it means to be fucked over in the good kind of way.”
He made that deep, low rumble again, and a fresh gush of cream left her. “You got a fucking mouth on you, Naggie.” He lowered his gaze to said body part. “You are one fucking dirty girl, baby.”
Just hearing him say that had her curling her fingers into her palm. “I want to get a lot dirtier, with you taking me back to your place.” Naggie wasn’t a wallflower and certainly wasn’t ashamed of her sexuality. It wasn’t like she was a blushing virgin, and had pretty much done everything in the sexual department at least once.
She loved her body, loved the ink that covered her flesh and expressed her personality. She wanted to be an outgoing and sexual person in a responsible way too. Maybe jumping into bed with Booshie wasn’t the best thing to do on the same day she had broken it off with Rob, but the truth was, over the last few months, it was like this massive elephant was in the room when she was with Rob.
Maybe on some level she had known her relationship with him was doomed, but damn, a year was the longest she had committed to a person, and it wasn’t like she was getting any younger.
“You only live life once, right?” She shrugged. “Besides, it isn’t like we’re strangers, not really at least.” She swallowed, feeling really thirsty all of a sudden.
“You want me to take you home, baby?” His chest rose and fell, and he continued to stare at her mouth.
She didn’t verbally respond, but nodded and licked her lips again. He groaned low in his throat.
“You’re playing with fire, Naggie.”
Maybe she had licked her lips to get him even more worked up, or maybe this man just got her so worked up she couldn’t even tell what the hell she was doing anymore. He shifted in his seat, and she glanced down to his crotch. Oh God. That had been a bad idea, because the sight of the bulge he was sporting had everything inside her stilling. Even through his jeans, Booshie looked like he was packing a fucking anaconda between his legs, but then again, he was big all over.