Page 14 of Riot

He switches tact, letting go of my hand to press his palm to the small of my back, leading me in front of him. The bar is crowded and as we pass, men and women pat Riot on the back and say Happy Birthday as we pass. It’s noisy, there’s no band but a jukebox plays Guns N’ Roses and the drinks are flowing.I see Star and Nevada and give them a wave. I only saw Star a few hours ago; I work for her in her PI office downtown and handle all the phone and email enquiries and paperwork. It keeps me busy but I love working with my best friend. Star may be older than me, but when we met a few years back through a mutual acquaintance, we hit it off. We kept in touch, and when I mentioned I was moving to the city, she offered me a job.

She’s good to me, taking me in when I ran away from home. I opened my big mouth at Nevada’s dinner a few weeks ago and told everyone at the table why I left home six months ago. I don’t know what even possessed me. I had been thinking about my family a lot, especially my brother Antoine, who I’ve an even bigger strained relationship with. He’s a lot like my dad and thinks women should be seen and not heard. How my mom has put up with my dad this long is anyone’s guess. I guess she knows what she knows. It just hurts me that the two of them would scheme like this, like the arranged marriage, and try to make me do something against my will. They’re quite religious, and they’d definitely frown upon me having any association with the MC, but I’m not trying to be overtly rebellious. I think at twenty-five I’m kinda over that milestone.

“What would you like to drink?” Riot’s warm breath tickles my ear. “The other girls have champagne, but you can have whatever you want.”

I’m not a big drinker, but one glass of bubbles might help my nerves. “Bubbles it is, please.”

With my back to his front, he leans forward to get the bartender's attention and that’s when I feel it.What the heck? Is that his… Oh, God.His hard cock is pressed right into the space between my ass and the small of my back. I swallow hard, trying to get my thoughts in check but all I can think about is how big he is and how good he’d taste in my mouth. Giving him head and lots of it is one of my ultimate fantasies, it’s something I’vethought about a lot. It’s what I get off on, or have been, ever since I met him.

I have this fantasy where he creeps into my bedroom at night and has his way with me. Then after, I flip him over and suck that giant cock of his. Well, in my dreams it’s giant, but now that he’s pressed up against me, I can tell my dreams weren’t far off.

He’s taller than me by quite a bit. I’m barely five-foot-two, and he’s got to be six-two, if not taller. He’s also got wide shoulders, a strong chest, and arms that encase me protectively.

I turn slightly to look up at him. “You’re safeguarding me tonight?”

He looks down, confusion crossing his face. “I gotta be with you lookin’ like that.”

My heart thuds in my chest. “Like what?”

He leans down to my ear. “You know what,Kitten.”

A shiver runs through me.Kitten?Holy hell. New fetish revealed; Riot calling me cute names. I think I could handle that as a pet name. But only when he says it.

I clear my throat. “Kitten?”

He shrugs. “Better than Shorty.”

I purse my lips. “My big brother used to call me that.”

“Yeah? What did you do to him when he teased you?”

“Punched him in the balls.”

He smirks. “Are my balls safe?”

Now it’s my turn to dial up the flirt. “Not if you keep looking at me like that.”

His eyes crease, fighting a smile. “Like what?”

“Likethat.”

He leans closer. “I can’t help it. You took my breath away when you walked in.”

His words are honest. His face so serious with his eyebrows knitted together.

I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. This is how he does it, I realize. This is how he beds women. He’s just so sweet, and even if it is a line, it’s better than some of the ones I’ve heard in my time. Or like the ex-boyfriends I’ve had who make zero effort and expect you to fall over yourself to have sex with them. With Riot, I’m slick at the very sight of his pretty blue eyes, and that’s before I even get lost on the rest of him and his husky voice.

“That’s, um, nice of you to say.”

“You don’t take compliments very well.”

How do I tell him that I don’t normally get a lot of compliments? Normally being a big busted, big butt woman, I get a lot of lewd remarks more than anything, as well as men staring at my breasts without being able to tell me my eye color.

He turns as the bartender calls his name, passing him a beer and a tall stem with champagne still bubbling.

Way to go, Halo. Give it all up before you’ve even had one drink.

I don’t want him to think I’m easy. Then again, it’s been a while since we were in Mississippi. Maybe I’ve waited too long? When I think about his hard dick pressed against me though, I realize maybe I’m being too hard on myself. He likes what he sees. He told me.

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