Page 4 of Bray
I gasped and his tongue slid into my mouth. Therasp of his whiskers tickled my skin. Between my thighs, I suddenly ached, as if being near him…on him,woke something in me. This wasn’t the best time to have these feelings, but I’d never hopped in a man’s lap before. Never imagined I’d do anything like this with Bray Wilder.
I pretty much wilted in his hold. Then, I couldn’t help but roll my hips because I ached between my thighs. My nipples were hard. I wanted the entire bar to disappear and for it to only be me and Bray. To have his hands slide beneath my t-shirt and over my skin, moving higher until he cupped my breasts. Or the opposite direction and he cupped my pussy.
Or both.
My little hip roll had my pussy rubbing against the front of his jeans. It felt so good that I whimpered. Bray helped me do it again.
Someone nearby whistled and shouted something about getting a room. Reluctantly, we pulled apart. His eyes, heavy lidded, dropped to my lips.
“Who hurt you, kitten?” he asked, his voice gravelly and deeper than usual.
Kitten.Oh, I loved it.
He’d never called me that before. He’d never had his hands on my butt before either.
His blue eyes were even darker now. Stormier. Hedidn’t have a beard, but he was a few days past the need to shave. I’d felt that raspiness when we kissed.
“I’m not hurt, but–”
“Someone bothering you then?”
I nodded. “I’m used to drunk guys working here. Sometimes handsy ones, but he’s different. He gives me the creeps and told me–”
I couldn’t say it.
“A guy’s fucking with you?” he asked, his blue eyes narrowing. Gone was the easygoing guy I knew. In his place, the man was menacing. Intent on meting out justice.
I nodded, suddenly turned on by more than his hands and mouth.
“What’d he tell you?” Bray prodded, his voice dropping even deeper than I ever remembered.
I licked my lips and Bray watched the action. “What he was going to do to me. In the men’s bathroom. I told him you were my boyfriend.”
His jaw clenched and I felt his fingers grip my butt.
“Who?” The one word was dark and sounded even a little dangerous.
I swiveled a little to look over my shoulder. The motion rubbed my pussy against him again, making me whimper. My panties were ruined and my nipples practically throbbed with the need to be sucked and played with.
The jerky guy was less than ten feet away. Watching. I met his gaze, and pointed at him.
Bray stood, holding me as he did. Then he spun around, set me on his stool as if I weighed nothing. He met my eyes and stroked my hair. “Stay here.” Leaning in, he kissed my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
Then he went over to the guy, people moving out of his way as if they knew better than to stop him.
Bray was confronting the jerk. God, I was so nervous. I’d pulled Bray into this. He was here to hang out with his friends and have a few beers, not get in a fight for me.
“Don’t worry about Bray,” one of Bray’s friends said reassuringly. “He can take care of himself. And you.”
I flicked my gaze to him. He was handsome, with wavy black hair and a quick smile, but wasn’t anything close to Bray.
“I’m Cody,” he said. “This is Ace.”
The other man, Ace, who wore a cowboy hat and a blue shirt, added, “Hey. You hang out with us while he takes care of things.”
They weren’t the least bit concerned about Bray going totake care of things.
I gave them an absent nod. They seemed nice, but I had to focus on Bray. On his broad back in his snap shirt. His butt in those form-fitting jeans. He had one handresting on a high top table and was leaning down right in the guy’s face. I only wanted the guy to leave me alone. I didn’t mean for thispretendact to take this turn. Then he–
