Page 4 of Filthy Savage
Axe
I’m offendedand ready to raise hell. Taking someone’s coffee is a shotgun offense, and I doubt any woman is sexy enough to warrant the outrageous transgression. I open my mouth to less than politely put the wrongdoer in her place. My head snaps in her direction to make sure she can look me in the eye when I unleash the slew of not so nice words ready to fly from my lips.
Fuck.
It’s the sexy blonde.
My face freezes as the curvy vixen tightens her grip on the coffee cup, opens the flip-top drinking section of the lid, and presses her blood red lipstick-covered lips against my cup. Swallowing hard, I take a step forward, my mind now stuck on an image of this gorgeous creature’s lipstick smeared all over my cock. Fuck, I need to get a grip. I shake my head and try to wipe the visual, but no such luck.
“You took my coffee,” I blurt out, too busy mentally skull-fucking her full lips to be courteous.
“Um, no I didn’t,” she answers, eyeing me up and down. “I’m pretty sure this is mine, buddy. Unless your name is Angel too?” She twists the cardboard cup and shows me the side with the name ‘Angel’ scrawled on it with a Sharpie.
“Oh,” I say. That’s all I can come up with. The woman has me tongue-tied for reasons I still can’t fucking understand.
Angel’s lips stretch in a wide, sassy smile, her light blue eyes dancing with all kinds of sauciness I can get behind in a big way. “You kinda look more like a ‘Candy’ to me, personally, but what do I know? Maybe next time, you can shelve your biker gear for something a little less caveman, and you might just be able to pull it off as an ‘Angel’.”
“But—” I start.
She lifts a hand, gesturing for me to let her speak. “Wait your turn like a good boy, okay?”
If she dares to pat me on the head, I’ll lift her sweet ass over my shoulder and cart her off to somewhere more private so I can show her what a caveman I really am.
“How the hell… you couldn’t have ordered the same thing I did,” I mutter, then regret coming up with such a dumb line. “I mean, I’ve never noticed anyone else ordering their coffee exactly like mine.”
“Real smooth,” she says, her head tilted to the side, eyes narrowed with skepticism. “You think I don’t have better things to do than hijack your caffeine fix? You saw my name, honey. I can assure you this is mine, so take a step back and wait your turn, all right?”
Angel lowers her free hand to her hip, posing in a one-sided stance with a pelvic tilt action that only confident, flirtatious women can pull off. That move has my cock straining against my zipper in no time. She doesn’t break her gaze up at me as she takes a long, slow sip of the coffee but after she swallows it, she winks up at me. “I’m sure you’ll get yours soon.”
This saucy little vixen has me speechless. I clear my throat as my eyes dart around the still bustling coffee shop. Is this really happening? When was the last time a woman got in my head this way?
I know the answer to that.
Never.
Without thinking twice about where we are, I take two steps forward until I’m mere inches from her, towering over her as she raises her brows in challenge. “You might want to wipe that look off your face before I take you over my knee, little lady.”
Her laughter tinkles across the crowded, claustrophobic space, but I can tell that sound is all for show when her breath catches and she swallows hard when the giggling stops.
“I’d like to see you try,” she answers. “But you’d have to catch me first, and trust me, I don’t make it easy.”
I’m liking her more already. “Sign me up, sweet thing,” I say with a playful smile. I like a good chase. Makes it all the more worthwhile. But just know this. Be careful, because when I finally snatch you up, I’ll devour you whole.”
Her silly hair flips to one side as she cocks her head to one side again, examining me up close as she takes in this new information. Her eyes linger a little too long on my zipper, and hell if her inspection doesn’t make my cock twitch under her gaze. It fucking wants her too.
Angel turns away just then, glancing at the pickup counter, and I’m quickly reminded of where we are.
“Looks like you’re forgetting your coffee,” she says, gesturing in the barista’s direction.
“What?” I ask.
Her red lips purse and she makes a raspy purring noise in the back of her throat. “They just called out the same order.”
“You’re trouble, aren’t you Angel?” I ask, not giving two fucks about my coffee order, now that I’ve got my eyes on something hotter.
She nods and takes another sip of her drink. “You better believe it, sugar.” Batting her long eyelashes one more time, she pivots on her high heels and sashays her luscious ass as she heads toward the door. “Maybe I’ll see you around,” she says over her shoulder.
I grab my coffee, quickly checking to double check, and find my name on this order.
