Scream For me

He gives me a cruel smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “A man was mauled to death by a bear last month not too far from here, so you have fun with that.”

I try not to show how scared his words make me, but getting eaten by a bear is not high on my to-do list. “Fine,” I relent. “I’ll just sit here all night.

Surely, that won’t be too much trouble for you.”

“How old are you? Are you even old enough to be in here?”

“I’m nineteen. I’m old enough to be in here and drink a coke.”

He almost gives me an honest-to-god smile, and I’m amazed at how it transforms his face. He’s got the sexy, smoldering look down pat, but when he smiles, or kind of smiles, it makes him look young and carefree and sexy as hell.This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Without a word, he grabs a glass and starts making me a drink. When he hands me the concoction, I stare at it, eyeing the Maraschino cherry, and start laughing.

“Did you seriously just make me a Shirley Temple?”

“A virgin one, yes. The perfect drink for a little girl like you.”

Before I can give a smartass comeback, he walks off to help the group that just walked up to the bar. I stir the drink and take a sip, trying to hide my smile at how damn yummy it tastes. I look up and see Slater smirking at me. Damn it. He may be good at pissing me off, but he’s also damn good at making me wet. I can already imagine the angry scowl on his face when he sees the puddle I’m going to leave on his chair because this tiny thong isn’t doing shit to keep me dry.

I’m too busy enjoying my drink and thinking about how wet my pussy is to notice someone new has sat down next to me. I look over and see an older biker with one of the biggest guts I’ve ever seen on a man. He looks like the kind of man who used to have a lot of muscle when he was younger but then just made beer drinking his favorite pastime and it all went to shit.

“Hey there. I’m Gus.” he says, lifting his beer to me in a toast. “I couldn’t help but notice you when you walked in and thought I’d offer to buy you a drink.”

I see the angry scowl Slater gives the two of us, so I give Gus a big smile and say, “That’s awfully sweet of you. I’d love another one of these.”

Gus points at my drink and waves Slater over. “Another one of these for the lady,” he tells him, and I have to bite back a laugh when I see Slater practically grinding his teeth as he sets about making my drink.

When he slams it down with a snarl, I smile and say, “Thank you, Slater.” My sweet tone turning his face even darker. A warmth runs through me, knowing that I’m able to have an effect on this sexy, tatted-up, much older man. It makes me bold enough to lean forward, giving him a teasing view of my cleavage. I hold up my glass and shake it at him. “I’m missing a cherry.”

His eyes run over my tits, and I swear I see his jaw tick from clenching it so damn tightly. He leans in so the side of his face is pressed against mine on the opposite side of Gus and whispers against my ear. “I’m guessing anyone who walks around wearing as little as you has probably been missing a cherry for quite some time.”

The sound of his voice in my ear and the shiver that runs up my spine at the feel of his warm breath on my skin has me letting out a soft moan. He lets out a soft, amused laugh at the sound of it. Not wanting him to have the upper hand, I turn my face just enough to have my lips teasing his ear.

“I’ve got my cherry right here, baby. It’s completely untouched just like me.” Before I pull away, I give his earlobe a soft suck, smiling at the deep groan he gives.

“Now wait just a minute,” Gus says, obviously fed up with watching me suck on another man’s ear. “I bought you a damn drink, young lady.”

I pull back and smile at Gus. “You did, and I sure do appreciate it.” I take a drink to prove the point.

“I think it’d be best if you go back to your buddies, Gus,” Slater tells him, never taking his hungry eyes off me.

Gus looks like he’s about to argue, but there’s something in Slater’s face that has him getting up with a quickness and shuffling back to a table in the corner by the band.

“You’re a fucking cock tease,” Slater yells at me.

“Because I’m a virgin?”

“No,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled cheeks, “and stop saying that! It’s because you’re walking around half-fucking naked and teasing the hell out of everyone and letting them buy you drinks.”

He grabs his rag and starts to wipe down the counter, his movements hard and erratic like he’s too pissed to even think straight.

“I close in an hour. Do you think you can be a good girl and not cause a massive bar fight for 60-fucking minutes?”

“I’ll do my best, Slater,” I purr at him, “but it might be better if I come behind the bar with you.”

“Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

I smile at how sure he sounds and get off my barstool before walking around and behind the counter. He stares at me like he can’t believe I’m disobeying him, which makes me let out a small laugh. Slater is obviously a man who’s used to getting his way.

“Stop being such an old grump,” I tell him, grabbing his rag and bending over to wipe the counter for him, giving him teasing glimpses of my bare ass as my dress rides up with my movements. “Fucking hell,” I hear him mutter from behind me.