Page 84 of When You Stayed
He immediately lifted his arm. “Sorry, just wanted to congratulate you. I can’t believe Rodney is still gone and missed this. If he doesn’t give you the promotion after all of this, he’s insane.”
I noticed out of the corner of my eye and saw Fordwatching Nick intently. His arms were crossed over his leather cut that had his name stitched in red. My heart seemed to do a dip at knowing he was close. While Nick wasn’t dangerous, I secretly loved that my boyfriend was bothered that a man had touched me. As a little girl, I grew up watching my father act crazy possessive over my mother, not in a controlling way. She had the freedom to live her life, and do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted but if a man stood too close, or watched her from across the room, or on the rare occasion, had the audacity to flirt with her, Dad would becomethe Wolf. I wanted that, deep down somewhere secret. I had invisible hopes and dreams stitched across my heart, and having a man look at me like Ford was looking, while seeming murderous toward the man next to me, was doing things for me.
“Thanks, I appreciate it,” I muttered to Nick. While his intentions were kind, I knew he’d never say that I deserved the promotion in front of Rodney. He’d never once had my back during the few years that I had to push and pull to get ideas approved around here. Him bringing up the fact that Rodney was still gone made me reconsider my earlier idea that Nick and Rodney were talking but leaving me out. Just like me, Nick had no idea where our boss had gone.
“Have you heard when he’ll be back?” I asked as the band finished another song.
Nick eyed the stage but shook his head. He was enjoying this little break. The band had their own sound guys who would handle all the tweaks and mic modifications for them. Nick was given the night off, but since he was still required to oversee any questions, he was hanging around.
“I think he’s on vacation or something. Super weird though that he hasn’t said anything to either of us.”
Super weird indeed. I thought back to the bikers I saw him meet, and recalled that he was dealing with a rival club, which meant he was an idiot and likely into something deep. Honestly, he could be dead, and we just didn’t realize it yet. I decided I’d had enough of Nick’s presence and headed over to the darker part of the club where Ford stood.
Knowing he’d like it, I stopped directly in front of him with myback to his chest, my head notching directly under his chin. I felt his warm breath against my hair seconds before his hands landed on my waist, yanking me closer.
“He nearly lost that arm.” His raspy voice warmed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. He couldn’t see me smiling, but I grinned from ear to ear.
His arm looped around my middle, his palm resting against my stomach as he swayed to the song. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to get lost in the beat and the way their voices melded perfectly with the moody guitars. Their music was art, and I felt so alive standing there, knowing I was the reason they were currently in Rose Ridge. There were now hundreds of tags, and tweets, and posts about being here, and how delicious the Dark Theory cocktail was. There were a few trending posts about how this tiny gem, hidden in a small town was a must-visit. This was what I had worked so hard for. I wanted the Hollow to become a place that people from all over would visit simply because they wanted to be a part of the magic. I’d check in with Annie upstairs who was running the bookstore, but I was sure her coffee shop and used bookstore were doing incredibly well tonight too.
If we had nights like these consistently, it would be a total game-changer. Not to mention the way it would boost other businesses in town.
Ford’s mouth came down next to my ear again. “I can’t believe you pulled all this off, Rose. This is truly incredible.”
This time I couldn’t help but let him see my smile. I spun around, looping one arm around his neck while still clutching the tablet, and kissed him. The tune of the song slowed, and transitioned into something sexy and dark, which had our kiss sliding from PG to PG-13 really fast. His hands roamed down to my ass where he squeezed tight, eliciting a moan from me.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this leather miniskirt all fucking night.” His fingers trailed over the hem, which grazed my fishnet stockings. “I know you’re working, but I just need a table, something I can bend you over.”
Heat pooled in my belly, making all logic and sense leave my brain.I was working, but I wouldn’t need to do anything for at least another half an hour. I was just watching and enjoying the music until they finished their set. Pulling his hand, I led him to Rodney’s office.
I quickly unlocked it, and once we pushed inside, the tablet went to the small side table as Ford walked me backward. His hand went to my jaw as he pulled me in for a kiss. It was heated and messy as his tongue warred with mine, but then in a quick movement he pulled away and turned me so I faced the desk.
“I know you’re not wearing underwear.” He grated against my ear.
Fuck, this was insane. No one had ever made me feel this alive, or made me not wear fucking underwear to work, but here I was, guilty of being bare, with just the stockings under my skirt.
“How?” I asked, heavy and raspy with need.
His laugh was low and dark as his teeth pulled my ear lightly. “Because you leaned over the bar earlier, baby. You were quick, I doubt anyone else saw, but I did. I saw your ass, and my cock has been hard ever since.”
“I wouldn’t have ever done this before, Ford. You make me crazy. I knew you’d come tonight, and I thought it might excite you.” My confession was all choppy as I tried to breathe normally.
He pushed my chest against the desk as his hand began stroking over my ass. My skirt was flipped up, and he toyed with the flimsy netting. “So you did this in hopes that I’d fuck you at work?”
God, I was a mess, but yes. As horrible as that made me, yes, I hoped he’d lose his control and fuck me in a random corner.
“Answer me, Rose.” His finger slid through the gap in the wide netting, finding my slick center. My eyes closed as I released a shuddery breath.
“Yes. I hoped you’d fuck me tonight.”
“Good. Now tell me if you like this.” His finger stroked up and down my pussy, making me buck my hips toward the desk.
“Ford,” I begged, my chest was on fire with how good he made me feel. I had never been so turned on in my life.
“One last question, baby.” His tongue traced the shell of my ear as his fingers played with the wetness of mycunt, which was only increasing the more he touched me. “These might tear a little, you okay with that? I’ll do my best to fit my cock through these gaps, but I don’t plan on fucking you slow or gentle.”
I instantly pictured the black netting tight against my ass while he slid in and out of me, using one of the holes to fit his thick cock through. It would definitely rip. “Tear it if you must. Just fuck me, please.” I sounded like I was about to die, but honestly that’s how it felt. The ache between my legs was so intense, I worried I’d die from need.
Ford shifted. I assumed he was lowering his pants. He moaned happily as I felt the warm tip of his cock prod at my thigh, and then there was a ripping sound as the he met my soaked center. He stroked up and down my slit before he began pushing forward. My fingers curled around the edge of the desk, which toppled a pen holder and forced a stapler to drop to the floor.
