Page 3 of Forgiveness
CHAPTER TWO
Flux
Flux ignored thedagger-like stares the redhead kept throwing at him. Being rude wasn’t his go-to method with chicks unless they didn’t catch-the-fuck-on that he wasn’t interested. He’d told the groupie he wasn’t, so itwasn’this damn problem if she thought he was simply talking out of his ass.
He shifted his gaze back over to the jukebox and saw that Blondie was still standing there, moving her hips in rhythm to some country song. He’d have preferred some hard-hitting music from Five Finger Death Punch, but having grown up in a house where country music was the norm, he loved the music from Alan Jackson, Brad Paisley, and a number of other country-western singers.
At that moment, all his attention was hyper-focused on Blondie’s swaying body. The song ended, then a country ballad came over the speakers and swallowed up all the other sounds in the joint. Flux recognized it but couldn’t remember who the hell sang the song. He slid out of the booth and made his way over to her when another guy swooped in and tipped his cowboy hat at her, which made Flux bristle and scowl. There was no way in hell he was going to let this guy near Blondie—at least for that night. She took a couple of small steps backward, and Flux saw his opening, so he didn’t hesitate.
“You wanna take a spin?” he asked, coming between the frowning dude and the woman who’d been teasing his dick since he’d first seen her earlier that night. Flux tipped his head toward the small scuffed-up dance floor that was packed with couples. “Looks like we’ll have to compete for space.”
While the guy walked away, Flux couldn’t take his gaze off the woman in front of him, who was boldly eyeing him up and down while rubbing a finger across her chin as if she was considering it.
“Sure, why not?” She laughed, a sound so big and bold that it made him grin, which was something he rarely did in earnest.
Up close and under the soft overhead lights, she was a knockout, and Flux stood still and took in her beauty.
“So are you just going to stare at me, or are we gonna dance? You did ask me, right?”
Her sauciness caught him off guard; at the same time, her boldness turned him way the hell on. Now, here was a chick with some balls.
Without answering her, Flux took her hand and led them to the dance floor. The second their fingertips brushed, a tugging line of awareness pulled taut along every inch of his body.It must be the booze and the weed.He ignored the other option that it might have beenheraltogether and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist and stared down into her eyes as his pulse quickened. Even through the haze of the damn fog machine, her eyes were stellar. They were grayish blue and sparkled like storm clouds right before lightning hit. Her features were delicate, regal even: high cheekbones, small nose, short and narrow jaw, clear and smooth skin. And her lips were so full and pink.Fuck …
“What’s your name, Duchess?”
She laughed and shook her head, then rolled her eyes.
“If you can mock me, you can at least have the guts to admit who’s doing the ball busting.”
She grinned up at him like the cat that ate the canary. When her hands tightened along the back of Flux’s neck and she leaned slightly closer to him, he did his best to keep the smirk off his face. She wasn’t in the bag yet, and something told him she wouldn’t be his typical catch and release. She held herself poised in his arms as her soft scent wrapped around him. It smelled like a cotton shirt that was fresh from the dryer, and it was playing havoc with his cock.
“‘Duchess works just fine,” she said with her lips pressed close to his ear. Her warm breath only added to the strain behind his zipper. “What else do you have for me, smooth talker?”
Flux pulled back a bit and let all the depraved things he wanted to do to her fill his eyes while they locked gazes, and a slow, lazy smile tilted up one side of his mouth.
“Duchess, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“I bet I haven’t.” She ran the tip of her fingernail down the side of his face while she pressed closer against him. “I bet you’re a real regular with the ladies, aren’t you, Casanova? A little rough around the edges and that bad boy vibe makes all the women swoon and want to drop their panties for you. Am I right?”
Flux cocked his head. “Why do you assume I think every woman wears panties?” He stroked his finger across her lower back. “Although, if we’re going to go there, it would be better to get your name first, so I can write you a thank you note in the morning.”
Duchess laughed again, throwing her head back so her neck arched in a line that led his attention right to her perfect tits, where her cleavage showed through the neck of her baby blue tank top. His jaw clenched as a ripple of arousal shot right to his crotch and threw him so hard and so damn sharp, he nearly lost his footing. Fuck—this woman kept him on his toes.
The song wound down, but neither of them pulled apart from each other. Flux kept his fingers gently grazing her flesh through her tank top while she stared up at him as if she was trying to get a read on him. He wished her luck on that one; she would see only what he wanted her to see and nothing more.
“Buy me a drink, big guy.” She unhooked her arms from around his neck and crooked her finger at him as she cut through the gathering crowd and headed to the bar.
Normally, Flux didn’t take orders from chicks, but there was something intriguing about this woman. She sparked something in him that was pushed deep down inside. No one had ever done that in the past six years. He followed her delicious, wiggling ass until he was pressed next to her with one of his elbows on the bar, the other against hers—skin to skin.
“Two Irish Car Bombs,” she said to the bartender, then turned to Flux and put her hand out for payment.
His eyebrows popped up and a deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Put it on my tab,” he shouted at the bartender above the noise. “Certainly think you’re entitled, don’t you, Duchess?”
She pivoted and leaned in close, so her tits pressed against his side and her lips brushed against his ear. “The secret is to go for what you know you can get. Everything after that … it’s cake,” she whispered.
The intimate contact nearly made him pull her hair back and claim her mouth as he ground against her. Her warmth seeped into his bones, and he kept his gaze locked on those plump lips.
“Oh, yeah?” Flux ran his hand up her back, and satisfaction coursed through him when he felt her shiver under his touch.
