Page 18 of Fiend
Oh yes, I love how his personality is strong, an alpha, yet so damn attentive, and real.
“What else do you love to do,” I ask, moving my hand to rest on his chest.
I can feel his heartbeat faster as he leans in close to whisper.
“I love to fuck all the fucking time,” Fiend says, nipping my earlobe.
My body reacts to his dirty talking, throbbing with need. I slide my hand up his chest, wrapping it around his neck, pulling him closer.
“I like that,” I whisper, kissing him.
The man doesn’t disappoint. He takes over the kiss with a wild hunger. This is what I want from my man,
Passion.
But I want it forever.
I slide my fingers up through his hair, and I feel him tremble. He pulls back, sliding off the stool. He leans in closer, resting his other hand on the bar countertop, blocking me in.
“Baby girl, you’re driving me crazy,” He utters in a low, raspy voice.
“That’s what I want, because I want you,” I say, moving my hand up to rest at his shoulder.
“Baby girl, don’t tease me,” He says, resting his hands on my waist.
I gaze into his heated eyes, licking my lower lip. His eyes follow my tongue, and he kisses me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with the same hunger. He tastes so good, and yes, not been kissed before to compare, but what I’m feeling has to be special.
I pull away, looking around the bar and at Karla and Killer. They’re talking, so I take that as good.
“These nachos are good,” I say, grabbing a few more.
“Would you like anything else,” Fiend asks, leaning his arm on the bar countertop next to me.
“Oh, do you have chicken strips,” I ask, smiling.
“Yeah, I’ll order some,” Fiend says, smiling, flashing that adorable dimple.
We finish off the nachos, and the chicken strips arrive. We dive in, eat them up, and drink more beers.
“Fiend, let’s play pool,” I say, looking at the empty pool table.
“Do you know how to play,” Fiend asks, wrapping his arm around my waist.
“Of fuckincourse! I’m the Wicked Warriors MC Princess,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
“Right, let’s see your game,” Fiend says, taking my hand.
I slide off the stool and grab my beer.
“Killer, Karla, let’s play some pool,” Fiend says.
“Okay, yes,” they respond.
We play pool, and it’s lots of fun. I love watching Fiend play; he focuses and slides his stick before taking a shot. I do my thing, enjoying his surprised faces. Yeah, Wynter and I played a lot of pool when the Brothers were busy on runs.
“Baby girl, do you need me to help you with that shot,” Fiend says, walking over to me.
