Page 23 of Pirate

Sophia put one hand on the man’s shoulder and gripped the man’s hand in the other. The man placed his hand on her lean waist—and Pirate saw red.

A quick kick to his shin under the table had Pirate jumping and biting back a yelp of pain. He turned his glare on Keys, who just glared back at him as if to sayknock it off.

Pirate took a swig from the glass soda bottle in front of him. He wished it was beer but knew that Carlos hadn’t been drinking out of deference to Jumper. His brother didn’t seem to struggle with temptation as he had prior to dating Jasmine, but there was no point in rubbing his sobriety in his face. It was bad enough they were at a jazz club, which was just a bar with a different atmosphere and music. Jasmine had tried to convince Jumper not to come with them, which clearly had not worked.

The man led Sophia around the dance floor with his grimy hands all over her. When he dipped Sophia and Sophialaughed, Pirate nearly jumped to his feet. The only thing that had stopped him was Keysaccidentallyspilling his soda. The dark liquid flowed across the table and into Pirate’s lap.

Keys tried to apologize and help him clean up, but Pirate pushed his club brother off of him.

“Watch them,” he snapped at Keys, because they both knew damn well that Keys had not spilled his soda by accident. Then Pirate stormed off to the bathroom with his pants looking like he’d just pissed himself.

Sophia sawPirate storm off towards the bathrooms as she was spun around yet again on the dance floor. She hadn’t been lying when she said she couldn’t dance. At least, not this sort of dancing. Freestyling it with her girls was more Sophia’s style than this choreographed twirling shit. It was a wonder she wasn’t getting dizzy.

Her dance partner, whose name was DeMarcus, was a wonderful dancer. She really couldn’t fault him that. He even gallantly excused her stepping on his foot numerous times.

As the song ended, DeMarcus asked, “One more?”

Sophia shook her head. “Really not a dancer. But this was fun.”

“Any chance I can get your number and maybe we can do something other than dancing?”

A chill ran over Sophia at the notion, answering her question as to whether it was this man or the one who had just gone into the bathroom that was the cause of her unease. “Sorry,” she said as succinctly as she could. She tipped her head towards her table. “I appreciate the dance, but I’m going to go now.”

She expected him to argue, but he didn’t. Smart man. He let her leave without turning into an asshole, which was a new experience for her.

With their backs to the table, Sophia wondered if Jazz, Zoe, and Amanda had seen Pirate head towards the bathrooms. Part way back to her table, she caught Jazz’s eye and pointed to her left. Jazz turned her head to see the restroom sign and then nodded. She went to get up, but Sophia shook her head.

She was barely in the hallway when a hand grabbed her and pulled her into the men’s room. The door pressed to her back and a hard, muscled body to her front, Sophia should have been terrified, but she wasn’t. She knew that body, that touch, as well as his smell.

His hot breath at her ear sent shivers down her spine and caused her nipples to harden. “You let him touch you.”

“It was a harmless dance,” she argued breathlessly.

“Don’t care.” He drew her earlobe into his mouth. “Didn’t like it.”

Sophia opened her mouth to argue that it didn’t matter if he liked it or not, because she wasn’t his, but ended up letting out a loud moan instead as his teeth scraped along her skin. “We can’t…” she gasped out. “Not here.”

“Here,” he snapped. “Now.”

Then he spun her around, pressing her face against the door. A quick tear into her tights revealed what she’d been keeping secret for him until later.

“No panties?” he growled. “You let that man dance with you while you weren’t wearing fucking panties?”

She wiggled her ass back at him. “He had no idea I wasn’t wearing any.”

“Butyoudid.” The sharp swat of his hand against her backside caused Sophia to let out a low moan. “You,”slap, “knew,”slap,“and,”slap, “you,”slap, “let him,”slap, slap,“touch,”slap, “you!”

Slap!

“Oh god!” Sophia keened. Why was it such a turn on when he spanked her? It should be degrading, humiliating, even. She shouldnotenjoy it so much. And yet, she pressed her ass back towards him as if seeking his hand.

Pirate reached around her front, cupping her pussy through her tights. The tips of his fingers were just at the place where he split the seam. He rubbed her almost gently. “Fucking hell, Sophia, you’re soaked.” His other hand pulled her turtleneck down her shoulder. “I absolutely love seeing my mark on your perfect skin.” He licked a spot she knew he’d left a hickey. “Hold on, naughty girl. We need to be quick—andyouneed to be quiet.”

She had no idea when he’d put a condom on, but suddenly she felt his thick cock entering her slick, wet channel. Sophia cried out. His hand released her shirt to clasp over her mouth.

“Shh…” he admonished. “I saidquiet, wench. Do you want us to get caught?”

Sophia shook her head against his hand. Her moan was muffled by his palm as he started to pump roughly in and out of her.

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