Burning Desire (14 page)

“Might as well go give him your number,” I grumbled, grabbing the bowl she served me.

“Oh grow up, Jeremy. At least he’s willing and able.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“What do you think it means? I saw what you two were doing. Fucking pissing contest! You can’t get all caveman on me whenever someone shows interest. If you aren’t going to step up to the plate, then let someone else.” She threw the kitchen towel down and started to walk to the back door.

“Where are you going?”

“Maybe to give my number to Hunter!” she threatened me, her blue eyes glaring up at me.
 

Fucking pain in my ass. I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to me. I slammed my mouth onto hers, taking ahold of her ass. Her body was flush with mine as I felt her moan and open herself to me. It was then that I felt her tongue piercing. I had almost forgotten since she didn’t wear her barbell all the time. She wrapped her small arms around my neck while pushing up on her tiptoes. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling at it. I felt her warm tongue slide into my mouth, the metal ball on her barbell grazed against my tongue. Fuck me, what her mouth would feel like on my dick. I backed her up to the counter, pushing my pelvis into hers. Showing her how I really felt about her.
 

I slowed our heated make out session and pulled my face away from hers. Her eyes fluttered open- full of lust. She licked her lips, flashing me the rhinestone stud in her tongue.
 

“There is stepping up to the plate for you.” I reached around her and grabbed my bowl and walked to the living room to join Roxy, leaving her standing there with a shocked ass look on her face.

CHAPTER 20

~ Roxy ~

That night I went into work, working the bar while Nicole worked the dance floor. I had to laugh every time I saw anyone getting too close to Nicole’s dancing platform, Jeremy had a body guard to push them away. Literally. Yep, he’s got it bad.
 

Tonight was daisy duke night at the club. I wore a red and white-checkered top that tied underneath my breasts. I made sure to put on my best push-up bra for tips tonight. I had my high-rise jean cut off shorts that emphasized my small waist and heart- shaped bottom, worn brown boots and low pigtails that were curled so that the ends of my hair touched my waist.
 

I popped the caps off of two beers for the guys on the far right of the bar. As I turned to take the next order, Jake was staring me in the face. He was once so handsome. I could tell then that he wasn’t the same Jake I had fallen so hard for. His cheeks seemed to be a little sunken in, dark circles under his eyes. He didn’t have that “grand stance” about him, was he losing weight? His bloodshot eyes and raw-tipped nostrils gave him away.

“Baby girl.” He smirked at me while leaning over the bar. He wasn’t drunk, no, something else. He was high.

“Jake.” I crossed my arms.

“I haven’t seen or heard from you in so long. You avoiding me, or are you too busy giving it up to Chase?”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Why don’t we get together tonight? What do you say, for old time’s sake?” He leaned on the edge of the bar, licking his lips- checking out my ensemble.
 

“I don’t think so, I believe you know we are done here.” I saw Nicole looking over at us, and then she bent down to say something to her bodyguard, then pointed at me.
 

“You’re so beautiful.” He went to reach for my hand, but I yanked it away.

“Don’t fucking touch me. After everything you’ve done- you lost that privilege a long time ago.”

“A privilege? Ha!” He threw his head back laughing. “Tell me, you get your crimson wave yet?”

“What?” I froze. I haven’t even thought about it.
 

“So, I take that as a no?”

“Fuck you. Even if I didn’t, and if I was, it definitely wouldn’t be yours!”

“Actually, it could.”

“How? We’ve never not used protection.”

“Not unless I’ve messed with them first. Would be such a shame to ruin that body of yours, but I had to try my chances at it, so that I’d be set to become President one day.” He smirked and was then gripped up by a bodyguard and thrown out.
 

My stomach dropped and I had a horrible gut feeling. I felt like being sick.
 

“What the fuck?” Jeremy shouted as he made his way over to me.

“How did he even get in here?” I called my bar back in and I slide out from under the bar counter.
 

“I don’t know, I told security if he ever gets in again, they’re fired. Are you all right? Did he fucking touch you?” He gently held onto my elbow, trying to make eye contact with me.

“No, like I’d let him. Look, can you just have someone take me home?” I was going into full panic mode, trying to count fucking days in my head since I had my period last. I can’t remember that shit right now! When was the last time I had alcohol? I haven’t been eating organic shit. Oh my god, fucking calm down, Roxy.

“Look, I’ll have Hunter take you home, he’s in VIP. Just wait here.”

“He’s not in VIP,” I stated as I looked over Jeremy’s shoulder, seeing Nicole looking down and laughing at something Hunter said.
 

“What?” He followed my line of sight over to where Nicole and Hunter were. “Mother fucker. I turn my back for one second. Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me through the sea of people. As soon as Nicole spotted us, she stopped talking to Hunter and stood up. Hunter turned around, rubbing his chin with a big ol’ smirk on his handsome face. He was really barking up the wrong tree.
 

“Hunter.” Jeremy leaned in and exchanged some words with him. Hunter’s dark eyes immediately shot over to me.
 

He nodded and grabbed my hand and led me out the back door.
 

“You want to talk about it?” he asked me as he opened the passenger door to his truck for me to get in.
 

“Hell to the no.” I reached over and unlocked his door as he walked around the car.

“Damn, you pulling some Bronx Tale on me? No wonder Chase says you’re a keeper.” My cheeks instantly heated; thank God it was nighttime.

“He said that?”

“If I got a dollar for every time he’s talked about you, shit- I could buy another bike.”

“Yeah, right.” I sucked my teeth.

“I’ve known him a long time, sweetheart, you’re the apple of his eye. He don’t ever treat you right, you come right to me.” He patted his chest.

“Thanks, Hunter.” I smiled over at him, shaking my head.

We rode in silence for a couple minutes.

“Can you make a quick stop?”

“Where to?”

 
“Um, a pharmacy, grocery store, convenience store?”

“You need to POAS?” He quickly glanced over at me.

“What? Are you even speaking English?” I laughed at him.

“Do you need to “Pee On A Stick”?”

“Oh God.” I slapped my hand over my face in embarrassment. “Yes.”

“I’ll run in for you, what kind?”

“Any.” I can’t believe how comfortable I felt talking to Hunter about my menstrual cycle, or lack thereof.

He pulled up to a CVS, a couple minutes later he came out with a huge bag. What in God’s name?

“I just got one of each. Just so you don’t doubt a result.”

“Thanks…I think.” I held the bag to my chest, dare I peek in that bag of tricks. I pushed the thought out of my head and stuffed it into my purse.
 

“No problem, I’ve had my fair share of “up the duff” scares.”
 

“Oh lord. Just please don’t say anything to Chase, Jeremy, or the club, or Nicole… or anyone for that fact. Just forget this happened.”

“Got it.” He chuckled and pulled up into Jeremy’s driveway. He walked me in, and a few minutes later I heard Chase’s bike in the driveway. I quickly ran upstairs to hide my POAS’s as Hunter would say. I kicked off my boots and jogged back downstairs.

CHAPTER 21

~ Roxy ~

“God damn.” Chase’s low voice startled me as I walked into the kitchen. I forgot I was still dressed in my work clothes.

“What seems to be the problem, sugar?” He was quoting “The Dukes of Hazzard.”

“I think something bounced up into my undercarriage.” Ha, if that isn’t hitting the nail on the head. I giggled out loud, while I turned around to show him my backside. He shot out of the chair at the kitchen table and slapped my ass.
 

His tattooed hand held onto the counter as the other pulled my waist to his. My backside was completely flush with his front. He gently tugged one of my pigtails before pushing it aside to kiss my exposed neck.
 

I leaned my head further away, giving him more room to work with. I felt my core warm and the telltale sign of my panties getting wet. His right hand worked the button on my shorts, and then he slid his hand into the front of my shorts, cupping my sex. Chase’s left hand trailed up my waist under the front of my top and bra, tweaking my pierced nipple. I arched my body into his hands.

“Fucking so wet for me already. Feel how your body responds to me?” He nibbled my ear lobe, and then kissed that sweet spot on my neck that sent chills down my body.
 

“Chase,” I moaned, reached my hand behind me and grabbed the side of his jeans and pulled him into me. I could feel him grow hard on my lower back. I smirked, knowing I did this to him.
 

“You like that, baby? Feeling how hard you make my dick?” He pushed my panties to the side and inserted two fingers into my hot channel.
 

“Yes,” I told him truthfully.
 

“What else do you like?” he groaned into my ear as he tried to pump his fingers inside my tight shorts.
 

“You touching me.”

“And?”

“Making me come.”

“What else, baby?” His hot breath was as my ear.

“Feeling you come in me.” He removed the hand from my shorts and I quickly grabbed his hand, sucking his two fingers into my mouth. Tasting myself on his hand turned me on.
 

“Fuck, baby.” Chase turned my face to the side to face him and captured my lips. I dropped his hands and turned around completely to face him. I pushed myself onto my toes as I opened my mouth further for him, his tongue playing with mine. Chase gripped the curved crease under my ass and lifted me up onto the counter. He stepped in-between my thighs and my ankles locked behind his waist.
 

He picked me up and carried me to my room. He laid back down as I straddled him and quickly untied my checkered top, exposing my white lace bra. “God damn.” He bit his lip, and bucked his hips up, raising me up, and I had to brace my hands on his chest. I giggled and helped him out of his cut and his shirt. My nails trailed over his muscular traps, over his round shoulders, down to his pecs. I traced his beautiful tribal tattoos that showcased his muscular torso. I leaned down and traced my tongue along his chest. This man’s body was a mix of sin and sex on a stick.
 

I stood above him, straddling his waist. He undid his pants and kicked them off with his briefs. I undid my shorts, sliding them off my hips and held onto the headboard with one hand as I kicked them off my feet. I was left in my matching white lace thong. I slid my panties down and lowered myself onto Chase. He was looking up at me with heat and desire in his eyes. I bit my lip as I took my time untying my pigtails. He sat up and reached behind me, unhooking my bra. He eagerly pulled the cups away from me and buried his face in my cleavage. His large hands gently held onto my upper back as he breathed me in. Savoring me. I threaded my fingers in his hair, and let my head fall backwards. I could feel my hair tickle my backside, and I clenched my thighs tighter as I felt how hard his cock was.
 

“Baby. I need to feel you inside me, now.” I gently pushed him back, so he could lie down.
 

“What do you want me to do?” he asked as he massaged my outer thighs.
 

“Just let me fuck you.” I put one hand on his chest as I held his length in the other. I sat up and moved down his torso. Pumping my fist over him, and snaked my tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. After a few seconds he tugged on my elbows, pulling me back up.