Page 35 of Without Bound
I give him the name of the bar but he doesn’t reply. I start to feel sick and push my way to the closest trashcan and throw up the anxiety that is eating at me.
Needing a drink, I rush to the bar and ask for water with lemon and immediately chug it down. I look for my girls because I just want to get back to having a good time and not think about what may be waiting for me once Uncle Nix learns of this.
I spot Keyara on the dance floor along with the guy I was dancing with, and decide he’s the best way to help me forget about what I just did. I make my way over to them, smiling as he spots me, and I fall into his arms. He wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me close.
I rest my arms on his shoulders and his leg finds its way between mine, his thigh rubbing up just where I need friction. We dance with his hands moving to my waist and over my ass, and I lose myself in him, pushing all thoughts of Bishop out of my mind.
He leans close and whispers, “You want to leave?” His warm breath tickles my ear and I shiver.
I move my lips to his ear, repeating his movements, and tell him, “Fuck yes.”
His mouth crashes against mine and for a minute I feel bad because I threw up. But I sucked the shit out of that lemon, so I quickly drop the guilt.
I tangle my fingers in his thick hair and he moans. His dick stiffens and presses up against my stomach. I grow more excited about going home with him tonight. When his hand squeezes my ass, my nipples harden.
He bites my lip as he pulls away and I tell him, “Let me tell my friends and then–”
My breath is stolen when my body is jerked backwards, robbing me of my words.
“What the fuck, man?”
I start to smack the arm that is holding me tight against a big, hard body. It’s dark, but a flashing light illuminates the hand and I recognize one of the tattoos that sits at the wrist.
“Bishop!” I yell, flinging my head to look at him standing behind me.
His face is wrenched tight with anger, but it isn’t directed at me. His eyes flare and burn with intensity as they stare directly at my dance partner.
“It’s time to go home, Anais,” Bishop growls.
“Exactly. That’s just where we were headed. Tohishome.” My voice is laced with sass and irritation.
“The fuck you are.” He sets me down and grips my hand. “We’re leaving.”
I’m tugged through the crowd and look back to see the other guy standing there completely dumbfounded over what just happened. Honestly, I feel the same way. One minute Bishop is shouting at me in all the caps and the next, he’s dragging me away from the fun I was having.
The girls see me going, Alyx and Mindy standing with dropped jaws, and Keyara smirking over the whole incident. She wiggles her fingers and blows me a kiss with a wink. I stumble out on the sidewalk that still has a line of people waiting to get in, so I’m not sure how Bishop was able to bypass all of them.
We reach his motorcycle and he literally picks me up and plops me down on the seat like I’m a child, my ass smacking against the leather.
“Ow,” I whine.
“Sit there, Anais. You know,” he props his hands on his waist and drops his head, a deep sigh leaving his mouth. “I fucking tried. I told myself you are not a good idea. I stayed away, but you just keep fucking pushing.”
I gulp and blink back the tears building in my eyes. “I’m sorry. I–”
“You what, Anais?” He leans into my space so close that our breaths mingle. “You want a chase, little butterfly? Well then you better fucking run.”
His voice is low and dangerous and before I can think to respond, his lips collide with mine in a furious kiss.
He shoves his hands into my hair, the strands gripped tightly between his fingers, and the pull of my scalp burns. I groan into his mouth and throw my arms around him, pushing down on the pegs to stand, trying to get closer to him. I fall deeper into our kiss and rub my breasts against his chest.
Just as quickly as the kiss started, it stops with equal fervor. He takes my arms in a vice-like grip and pushes me away from him. His eyes are bewildered and I can tell he immediately regrets what he’s just done.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Sit down.”
I drop back down on the seat and he throws his leg over and reaches back, grabbing a helmet and shoving it in my stomach.
“Put it on and hold tight.”
