Page 99 of Rags's Awakening
It started at the base of his dick and tore through him fast. “Fuck, Case,” he grunted, spilling into her as her nails dug into his back.
They slid to the floor together, breath ragged, bodies spent. He gathered her in, chest heaving, holding her there while the world slowly came back into focus.
“Damn, woman,” he murmured against her hair. “You twist me all up.”
She pulled back and met his stare. “You do the same to me,” she whispered, her finger tracing his jawline.
“I know,” he said, leaning in to steal another kiss.
Suddenly, she scrambled to her feet.
“Zoe,” she groaned. “I have to get back to the table.”
He laughed and pushed to his feet. “I gotta get back to bartending.”
“I was surprised to see you behind the bar when I came in,” she said, tugging her tights up, then smoothing her skirt.
“Short-staffed tonight. Prez had a few of us fill in.”
“Do you get paid?” She fluffed her hair with her fingers, cheeks still flushed.
“We all chip in. We get distributions from the businesses, so I do all right.”
“I know I’m being nosy.”
“Not at all.” He pulled her close again, breathing her in. “I like that you ask.” His lips brushed her ear. “You smellincredible. Sweet from your perfume… and tangy from our fucking.”
She laughed under her breath, pressing her forehead to his chest. “You keep talking like that and I’ll never make it back to my table.”
“Hang out with me after my shift.”
“What time?”
“Around midnight.”
“Zoe wanted to go to a club.”
His forehead creased. “Dancing?”
“Mostly watching Zoe and Ryan dance.”
“You’ll get hit on.”
She smiled. “I think I can handle myself.”
“Your friend’s got a guy. You don’t need to go.” His voice lowered. “Let me take you for a ride.”
“On your Harley?” Her eyes lit.
“Yeah. If the snow gets bad, we can join Zoe and her guy. You can wait for me. I’ll keep you supplied with free liquor until I’m done.”
“You don’t have to get me drunk to have your way with me,” she teased.
“I know.” His gaze slid over her, possessive. He wanted to pull her back into his arms and never let her go. Then doubt crept in, fast and hard, shifting something inside. He stepped back, opening the door. “Go. I’ll see you soon.”
A faint blush colored her cheeks as though she felt his internal shift. “Okay.”
When they reached the table, Zoe lifted her glass and looked at him with an unfocused gaze. “Thanks for the drinks.”
