Before she knew it she was alone with Jack in the back alley. behind the club.
He leaned her body against the brick wall, manhandling her like a doll. Then he boxed her in, standing incredibly close to her. She could feel waves of heat coming off of him as she stared up at him.
She was ready for him to yell at her. What she wasn’t prepared for was the look of desperation in his eyes.
He was always so calm. But he didn't look calm now. He looked angry. And something else… hungry. His eyes flicked to her lips and she felt her heart jump in her chest.
Oooohh… so that was it.
He wanted to kiss her. Again.
She swallowed nervously. She had been waiting for him to kiss her again all week. Would he finally do it? Or was he going to tell her to stay away from him again?
He hadn't been pleased to see her walk into the club tonight. Maybe if she apologized, he wouldn't be so angry with her.
“I’m… I’m sorry if I made you mad. I know now I shouldn't have come."
He just looked down at her, doing nothing. His body was so close to hers. She couldn't help it. She wanted it closer.
Suddenly a smile flitted across his face. It somehow made him look more terrifying.
In a serious hot way.
It wasn't a friendly smile. It was menacing, like a wolf smiling at a lamb he was about to devour. He lifted his hand to her face, cupping it gently. She gasped as his thumb brushed her lips.
"No, you shouldn't have come.”
Then he was kissing her. There was nothing gentle about it at all. He was kissing her hard. She moaned and opened her mouth under the assault, allowing him in. His tongue swooped in and twirled against hers, taking her.
Claiming her.
Sweet Jesus, Jack was a good kisser!
He kissed her endlessly, far past the brief kiss of the other night. He'd left her wanting then. But now he was holding nothing back.
Not with his mouth anyway.
His hands were balled into fists, pressed against the brick wall above her. He was restraining himself somehow. She knew it. She felt it. She arched her back and their chests collided. They both moaned at the contact.
And then everything changed.
She moaned as one hand found her body, and then the other. He didn't hesitate now. One hand grabbed her hip, pulling her against his obvious arousal, the heat of it burning her through their clothes. The other hand slid up from her waist to her chest, kneading her breast firmly before sliding his thumb over her sensitive nipple.
She felt the world tilting as he angled her backwards against the wall. He bent briefly to pull one of her legs up and around his waist, opening her femininity to his pleasure. He grunted and started grinding himself into her groin, fucking her through her panties and his jeans.
Oh God!
She was mindless, circling her hips against him, not minding as he pulled her top to the side and lowered his mouth to her bare breast. His lips closed over her nipple and flicked his tongue against it repeatedly. Her hands tangled in his hair as she realized she was getting close.
Jack was going to make her come. Standing up. In an alleyway.
His hand slipped down and pulled at the edges of her panties, seeking entrance. She didn't stop him. She couldn't stop him. She whimpered her need as he slid one finger under the elastic, touching her soft lips.
"Hey! Jack's having a taste of that sweet red wine!"
Raucous laughter filled the air as a group of drunk bikers spilled out into the alley way. Jack cursed under his breath and yanked her against him, shielding her from their sight.
She stood there, frozen as Jack turned his head and raked his gaze across the group. They left in a hurry, clearly afraid of the deadly looks Jack was throwing their way.
"Sorry, man."
Finally they were gone. Jack held her for one moment longer and then let go of her abruptly. He watched impassively as she pulled her clothes back into order. She was breathing heavily, still aroused. Still wanting more.
"Is there somewhere we can go?"
He shook his head, as if just waking up from a stupor.
"No."
He grabbed her arm and propelled her through the club and into the front parking lot with everyone watching. She didn't like the way he was acting. He was treating her like a bag of trash he had to take out.
She found herself fighting back tears. Again.
"Mike!"
A prospect ran up to them. She knew him from high school. He’d been a few years above her and Kaylie.
He had a large red scar on his jaw. That's right. They called him Whiskey Beard.
She felt Jack thrust her away from him toward Mike.
"Drive her home. Make sure she gets inside and make sure she stays inside."