Page 26 of Fetch

“I think I’m lost. You know how to get back to the main road?”

She keeps her distance but relaxes a little. “Turn around and head straight for three blocks, then take a right. You’ll run right into downtown.”

I nod. “Thank you, ma’am. Have a good night.”

She hurries off, not bothering to look back. I take my time putting my helmet on and revving my engine. As soon as she turns onto another street, I drive closer to Roxy’s place. Her lights are on, and I can see her shadow darting around. It’s not her usual behavior when she’s settling in for the night.

“What are you up to, pretty girl?” I mumble to myself. The need to touch her again is festering, consuming my every waking thought and even my dreams. That is when I’m able to actually fall asleep.

Another thirty minutes tick by when I see her front door fly open. It’s pitch black out now with few streetlights. She doesn’t spot me as she barrels down the stairs and jumps into her car. Looks like my little doll is going out. I guess that means I am too.

I hang back for fifteen minutes before driving to where the tracker is headed. Back to Push. I smirk.Someone hoping they have another run-in with their favorite masked man?

By the time I arrive, there’s already a line forming around the block. I take off my helmet and walk right past it to the front entrance. No mask tonight. Just me. The bouncer gives me a nod and steps aside. I’ve spent so much fucking money in here over the years, I’m surprised they haven’t changed the name from Push to Punk.

The crowd parts as I walk through the strobe-lit club. Let the whispers and eye fucking commence. I can’t keep the smirk from forming on my lips. I forget how good this feels sometimes. The power of commanding a room with just my presence. I can bend and break anything and anyone.

I spot Roxy at the main bar. Her hair is piled up in a messy bun, revealing a snake tattoo on the back of her neck. Fucking hell. I want to drag my tongue in circles around it until her knees give out. She looks like my own personal feast in tight jeans, a black lace bustier, and red heels. Well, that’s a surprise. She’s never been out in anything other than sneaker wedges. Is she wearing those sexy stilettos for me?

I saunter up to the bar a few feet from her and her friends, giving enough space for them to think I haven’t seen them. I nod to the bartender, who I used to buy coke from, and he comes right over.

“What’s good, Punk? You still clean?” He wipes a spot in front of me with a wet rag.

I nod. “Yup. I’ll take a cranberry and soda.”

He snickers. “That’s a shame. I just got a new batch. Shit will make you orgasm.”

If he doesn’t shut the fuck up soon, I’m going to add him to my list of murder victims. I give him a wink. “My cock orgasms just fine, thanks.”

I take the mocktail from him and turn toward Roxy while still pretending not to notice her. Out of the corner of my eye, I see them staring. My belly does a little flip. I wish it weren’t so loud in here so I could hear what they’re saying. Although, I imagine it’s of the should we or shouldn’t we variety.

What are the odds that I bought a record from them earlier and then showed up at their favorite club on the same day? Zero. Just me and my obsession with this exquisite creature. When she realizes all I’ve done to get next to her, she’ll stop fighting it and submit. I’m so fucking close.

And they’re on the move, inching toward me. My adrenaline spikes, sending little tremors down my shaft. My eyes widen, feigning surprise when they approach.

“Twice in one day,” I drawl. “You aren’t stalking me, are you?” I almost make myself laugh out loud.

Roxy blushes. “I come here all the time. What’s your excuse?”

Sweat beads in between her breasts, which are pushed up by the bustier like a shelf I want to rest my face on. The way I’d twirl the tip of my tongue around each one of her nipples…

“I used to come here a lot back in the day. When I was a raging alcoholic and drug addict. Sometimes I pop in now just for nostalgia.” Not entirely a lie.

Her expression softens and a flicker of sadness flashes through her eyes. Not pity. Empathy. Another reason why I love this girl.

“You’re not tempted?” Juniper shouts over the music even though I can hear her just fine.

I narrow my eyes at her. “Every day. That’s why it’s called an addiction.”

She winces. “Sorry.”

That was too harsh.Fuck. I smile and touch her arm. “No worries. You didn’t offend me.”

Roxy studies me. Her throat bobs, quickening her breath as she takes in every detail about me. I know the signs because it’s what I’ve done to her countless times.

“I still feel like we’ve met before.” Roxy crosses her legs and locks her ankles. She’s already clenching that pussy.

I shift closer to her and rest my arm against the bar. “Maybe we knew each other in a past life.”

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