Page 9 of Tamed By A Knight

HUSH

Two Days Later

Ikeep repeating it over in my head. Playing the moment of our joint release on a loop. It makes me smile, burn up in a blush, and want it a thousand times over. But in my enjoyment, I could kick myself. I was knuckle deep in her soaked pussy, feeling her insides in ways I could only dream of, and not once did I break to take a look. And now, once again, my imagination is all I have for what resides beneath.

Not that I mind too much, especially on nights like tonight, with Tara wearing a skimpy blue dress, with ample cleavage exposed and showing off her legs.

We haven’t stopped talking since our escapades. Making plans and talking about how we’re going to have fun. If it were up to me, we wouldn’t be apart at all, but while duty called, I had to satisfy my urge to be with her by texting.

Stepping into the Coyote Bar, at least the wait is over now. Somewhere in this noisy place, my happiness waits for me.

Tara jumps out of her chair when she sees me, waving frantically to catch my attention. I rush to her side and she greets me with a passionate kiss, enough to rival the first we shared.

The things I’d do to you if there weren’t so many people around.

“Hey,” I say as our lips part.

“Hey, yourself.” Her hand snakes up my shoulder to cup my cheek.

“How are you?” Early small talk, not my strong suit.

I slide Tara’s chair out from under the table and wait for her to sit before I push it in. Give her a taste of the gentlemanly show she gave me.

“Better now that you’re here.” She cranes her neck up to look at me, and her teeth sink into her lower lip as she sees me smiling like a fool at her comment.

She doesn’t know half of it. It was forty-eight hours of hell without her by my side.

“You taking a liking to these dive bars?” There aren’t any familiar faces here, not like last time. I knew there wouldn’t be when I agreed to meet Tara, but like the last, she didn’t choose the Coyote because it’s a biker bar.

She wants me to be comfortable, foregoing her own preferred places to appease. Someday I’ll tell her that a night in with her on my lap is all I want, but not yet. We’re too early in this budding romance, and though my mind might be made up that she’s the one for me, I can’t expect Tara to feel the same so soon.

“It’s got a certain level of charm. An ambience that can’t be beat…” She pauses, casting her eyes to the ceiling to thinkof another empty compliment, shaking her head when nothing springs to mind. “Nah, that’s all I’ve got. As long as they’ve got good music and better booze, who am I to judge?”

“Speaking of, your cup runs dry.” I take a step away from the table. “I’ll be right back, gonna grab drinks.”

“Hurry back.” She pouts, and I lean in to give her a kiss on the cheek.

“Two minutes and I’m yours for the night.”

I head to the bar, order two beers, and crack ‘em open at the counter. I grab my wallet, drop a twenty on the counter, getting stuck among the rabble while the barman collects my change.

If it weren’t for Tara being a few feet away, this wouldn’t rub me the wrong way so badly. I’m used to standing around, a stoic statue in the corner of a room, watching for signs of danger. Now’s no different, casting my gaze over the Coyote’s patrons, getting a feel for my surroundings.

But sometimes you don’t have to look for trouble. It comes knocking all by itself.

Three men approach, but none seem interested in passing to call on a server. Their eyes are trained on mine, burning with focused intent. One in the back cracks his knuckles, and it makes me drawl out a long, annoyed sigh.

“I know you.” The one in front waggles a finger at my chest. He’s short, lean, and wears a twisted grin on his stubbled face.

“Doubt it.” I cross my arms, eyeing the first, second, and third to gauge how badly this could end. Making a mental note of them, I go with Stubble, Curly, and Bald as their defining characteristics.

“I never forget a face.” Stubble scratches the top of his head. “You’re that prick who rammed into me at Lavish.”

“Settle down, gents. You don’t want to open this can of worms.” I choose to take the diplomatic approach. Having to clean their teeth off the floor is a surefire way to ruin my time with Tara.

“Well, well, we’ve got ourselves a big man here.” He squares his shoulders and puffs out his chest, the sign of a man eager to cause a scene.

I stand upright, towering over the first, keeping the other two behind him in my periphery. Any of them make a sudden move, their ringleader’s gonna learn firsthand what it means to dance with the devil.

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