Page 8 of T-Bone
“Don’t say it.” She pursed her pink painted lips and pointed at me, her previously bare nails now a deep shade of red but she still held an air of strength about her.Don’t fuck with mewafted off her in waves.
I held up my hands defensively. “I haven’t said a word.” But goddamn I was thinking a whole bunch of ‘em. I knew she was hot underneath that plain black suit, but this was not the same uptight woman who stormed into the garage an hour ago. Fuck no, this woman was a total smoke show. She had long legs, shapely and toned like she worked out regularly. Her thick brown hair now fell around her shoulders and down her back in soft waves. I would’ve preferred that the girls put her in something short and tight, but those skintight jeans sculpted her long legs and shapely ass. The gap between her thighs begged for my cock, which was another thought I shouldn’t be having.
“You’re staring,” she growled at me and folded her arms.
“Sorry,” I said with a smile that said I wasn’t sorry at all. Those black leather shit kicker boots gave her a tough girl appeal but the leather and lace bustier showed off tits that were a perfect D-cup which drew my eyes. My mouth watered at the sight of her spilling over.
“Hey, my eyes are up here, Mister.”
I blinked to refocus on her face and flashed a teasing smile. “Yeah, but your tits are down there and they’re great.” Irisked a quick look back down to the mounds of pale flesh and then back up at her. “Really fuckin’ great.”
Her scowl was adorable, especially when paired with that blush that crept up her neck and face. “You’re a menace,” she whispered, more to herself than to me.
“And the name’s T-Bone, notMister.” I held out my hand, expecting her to stare at me or swat my hand away.
She surprised me when she grasped my hand and gave it a firm shake. “The name is Faith.” Her hand was soft and smooth, but her grip was strong.
Her touch seared my palm with heat and electricity. It was unexpected and unwanted. I pulled back quickly. Too quick.
Her green eyes widened with something that looked a lot like shock, but she hid it before I could get a read on it. It was an instinctive move that had me curious, but she looked around, anywhere but at me.
“Faith. I would’ve guessed Catherine. Or Marilyn.” There was something traditional about her, despite her non-traditional careers. “It’s nice to meet you, Faith.”
“You too, I think. Only time will tell.” She nibbled on her bottom lip and watched me again. She did that a lot, like she was always trying to gauge what was going on in someone’s mind.
“Lookin’ good.”
She rolled her eyes, but I heard the gasp of breath when I hooked an arm around her waist. “I feel ridiculous.” She tugged on the bottom of the bustier, but it didn’t budge.
“Seriously, Faith, you look hot as fuck, like you belong.” My gaze raked over her body one final time before I put my game face on. I couldn’t let the pretty not-a-cop distract me. “Of courseyou would look hotter if you smiled.” I knew that would piss her off and I wasn’t disappointed.
She inhaled a sharp breath, and her nostrils flared. “Why is it that men think telling a woman to smile will actuallymakeher smile. Spoiler alert, T-Bone, I’mnottrying to look hot or hotter. It is not my job to draw the male gaze.”
“You look too serious,” I cut in before her tirade went any further. “You want to look like a woman who’s out to have a good time, curious about the men she’s talking to and their exciting lives.” I shrugged. “Or you know, you can just not smile and end the night with no answers.”
Her gaze met mine, her scent wrapped around me, floral and earthy with just a hint of lemon. “I still feel ridiculous.”
“Well you look hot as fuck. Remember that. Ready?”
She nodded. “Ready.”
***
The rally was in full swing when we got there. Bikes lined up everywhere, engines roared, and loud music blared from all directions. It was madness. Perfect, loud, madness. “Beer?”
She nodded and tugged at her clothes again. “Yes, please.”
That breathy plea went straight to my cock, and I had to have a mental talk with him to calm the fuck down. Just because she was hot and leggy didn’t mean I had to put my dick in her. Didn’t mean I wanted her. Just that I thought she looked good. Nothing more. “Let’s start with a shot to loosen you up.”
“Screw you,” she mumbled even as she accepted the shot of whiskey I put in her hand. “Thanks.” Faith shook out her armsand legs, moved her head from side to side and then sighed. “Okay. Ready.” She batted her eyelashes and licked her lips. “I’m ready.”
Watching her transform from the uptight former cop into a good time party girl was surreal. She smiled and it lit up her whole face, which drew almost as much attention as her legs. And her ass. And those perfect tits. There was no trace of the woman who’d shown up, which made her more dangerous than I realized.
“Stop staring. It’s just makeup and boobs.”
She really had no clue, and that was just fine with me. The last thing I needed was a woman chasing after me. When I wanted a woman, I found one for the night and then I moved on. That was how I liked it and nothing—or no one—would change that. “Great fuckin’ boobs,” I whispered.
She laughed, actually threw her head back and laughed. “Men.” She settled into silence as we wove through the rally with a sexy smile on her face. When I stopped to chat with friends and frenemies alike, she was right there smiling and asking questions in a way that wasn’t intrusive.
