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  I didn’t have time to linger, another wave of customers came in. “I better go take care of these people. You two need anything else?”

  “Nope,” Snoop said as he got up from the chair next to Torch. “Go do your thing, baby girl.”

  As he walked off, I shot Torch an inquisitive glance. He shrugged.

  “I’ll be back in a bit,” I told him.

  “I’ll be here.”

  He was. He kept his sexy ass firmly planted in that chair all night. Some regular bikers sat down next to him and they seemed to get lost in animated conversation for the next few hours. Still, every time I glanced over, he was looking at me.

  : 8 :

  That fucking woman was definitely going to be the end of him. No question about it. That woman, in that dress.

  Christ, she was leaving absolutely nothing to his sick imagination. How her tits and ass stayed covered was a mystery Torch had been trying to solve all night. Thank fuck they did, because every time Liv bent over, he thought he’d have to kill a motherfucker.

  He constantly had to remind himself that she worked on tips and wasn’t his to get jealous over, but by midnight, he was exhausted from holding back. What the fuck was his problem? He shared club bitches with the boys all the time, never giving two shits. This woman wasn’t even sleeping with any of the clowns patronizing Snoop’s bar. She wasn’t even sleeping with him. But he’d been ready to go to war over every stupid grin and hug she collected over the course of her shift.

  Snoop had warned him to keep his hands to himself and not make things any harder for his “little angel”.

  Angel his ass. She was the fucking devil in disguise, hellbent on driving him to murderous rage. Enough was enough. Torch found Snoop and told him to cut Liv loose for the night. No, he demanded it.

  Snoop looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “I’m not letting her go so you can get your horny dick in her, numbnuts,” he huffed. “I’ve seen you losing your shit all night.”

  “You her fucking father?” Torch sneered. “She’s coming with me, whether it’s now or in a couple hours.”

  Snoop looked over at her and growled. “Fine. Get her outta here. But if you make her cry or some shit, your ass is mine.”

  “Why the hell would I make her cry?”

  “Who the fuck knows. Broads get all tangled up.”

  Torch smirked. “Trust me, that’s no ordinary broad.”

  “Yeah, I know. And she’s no bar bitch either.”

  “Don’t intend to treat her like one.”

  “Fuck… Alright,” Snoop begrudgingly agreed, “take a hike before I change my mind.”

  Torch slapped his back. “Thanks, man, I owe you.”

  Liv was talking to Jenny, leaning over the bar and sticking her damn ass out for every degenerate in the place. Torch walked up and wrapped her in his arms from behind to block their view. “I got something for you in my room. Snoop said you could go for the night.”

  She looked over her shoulder at him. “He’s letting me off early?”

  “Yeah.”

  She turned around and glanced across the room, presumably to get visual confirmation from Snoop. Her eyes back on him, she asked suspiciously, “What exactly do you have for me in your room?”

  “A gift.”

  “Yeah, I bet I know what kind of gifts you give,” she said, rolling her eyes.

  “That all you think about, babe? My cock? I feel fucking violated.”

  Liv laughed her stunning little ass off. “I told you, we’re not going there.”

  “Mmhmm,” he murmured, trying not to laugh at the absurd notion that she’d be able to resist him once he had her near a bed. “Your call. But I really do have something for you.”

  “Okay, as long as you’re clear that I’m not staying long. Let me grab my purse.”

  : : : :

  Liv looked around the room apprehensively as he turned on a lamp. Bright lights didn’t do anybody any favors, especially after hours of drinking. It really didn’t matter in her case, she looked as flawless as she had at the beginning of the night.

  Rooms at the Barrel were nothing fancy, but it wasn’t a fleabag motel either. No 80’s floral bedspreads, springy mattresses, or dingy carpet. Snoop wasn’t one to skimp on sleeping comfort and the old fart had decent taste. Torch’s king-sized bed was covered in a thick, white down comforter, flanked by two oak nightstands. A small couch, safe, mini fridge, and flat screen TV rounded out the amenities. In place of carpet was laminate wood flooring, cheap but modern. Blanketed in the lamp’s soft glow, it looked pretty nice.

  He took two beers from the fridge and offered her one.

  “I’ve never been in any of these rooms,” she said. “Not too shabby.”

  He nodded. “No complaints here, the place looks a lot better from the inside. Guess that’s why people keep coming back, even in the winter.” Small talk. Torch fucking hated small talk. Almost as much as he hated himself for feeling like a pimply little shit in the company of a gorgeous woman.

  He walked over to one of the nightstands, pulled out a black pouch, and held it out to her.

  “What’s that?” she asked.

  “Open it.”

  She pulled out his sister’s silver bracelet, on it a charm in the shape of a crown.

  “It was Emily’s,” he explained, before she assumed it was some cheesy gift he’d gone out of his way to get her. “I bought it for her at a flea market, but it was too big so she hung on a picture of us in her room. I took it the night I left home to have something of hers to carry with me.”

  She shook her head. “Torch, I can’t take this. It’s all you have left of her.”

  “I’ve got memories—”

  “That’s not the same.”

  “Babe, I really want you to have it. To me, that thing’s just a reminder of failing her as a brother. But I want you to look at it and remember not to take shit from anybody, that you deserve the best. And that none of us can make it out there on our own. I hope it reminds you I’m always a phone call away. Take it.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks. “Why are you giving me this? It’s so personal… I can’t.”

  He brushed them away with his thumb. “You can.”

  She stared up at him, her eyes wide open and glistening. Liv never seemed to look at him as anything but a man. Not a biker, a Serpent, or a criminal. He really didn’t think she gave a shit about any of that. Christ, those beautiful eyes and plush lips. Forget his problem with getting personal, if he didn’t get a taste of them right fucking now, he’d be begging fate for the sweet release of death in a minute.

  He slid both hands into her hair and brought his lips crashing down on hers.

  Liv didn’t put up a fight. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck and arched her back, her entire body relaxing as their tongues greedily explored each other. He kissed her with hungry passion. Passion he hadn’t realized he even possessed, until she’d possessed him. The longer it went, the deeper he felt himself getting pulled into her soul-crushing vortex.

  Fuck. He was fucked.

  But he couldn’t get enough. She tasted so goddamn sweet, like nothing and no one he’d ever tasted before. He’d take that taste over the finest steak or whiskey any day. And with a mouth that amazing, he could only imagine how much sweeter her other lips were.

  He’d snuck a peek putting her to bed last night, but damn, Torch wanted a taste. He wanted to dive face-first into her core, using his tongue to find every single spot that made her moan, and take it to the next level.

  The thought of her screaming his name as she released into his mouth was almost too much, and he gently bit down on her tongue. She whimpered in pleasure, tightening her grip on his neck.

  He was getting so lost in her, so spellbound, that she knocked the fucking wind out of him when she pulled away.

  “I… I, uh…” Liv could barely talk. She used her palms on to push away from his chest and took a step back. “We can’t do this, Torc
h. I’m sorry.”

  Stunned silence took over as he struggled to pull it together, his dick throbbing in need.

  Son of a fucking bitch.

  She picked up her things and turned around to walk away. Fuck that. He hadn’t misread her body, she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  He grabbed her arm and spun her around. If she was going to lie, she’d have to do it to his face. “What the fuck are you so scared of, babe?” he fumed.

  “I’m not scared—”

  “The fuck you running from then? ‘Cause you sure as shit weren’t pushing me off you a minute ago—”

  “I just got caught up. It was a moment of weakness. Told you I’m not going there.”

  Is that what she was going with? A moment of fucking weakness? “Bullshit,” he snapped. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re dealing with here, sweetheart, but I know a goddamn lie when I hear it.”

  “Fuck you, you don’t know shit,” she hissed.

  “Yeah. Fuck me. That’s what you want, isn’t it? I may not know much about you, baby, but I know a thing or two about a woman’s body. I know yours wants the same thing I do. You wanna talk about being weak? You are weak if you walk out that door—”

  “How the hell do you figure that, Torch? I’m stronger if I stay here and let you screw me like you screw those club whores I’ve heard about?”

  What in the goddamn fuck was she talking about now? The way she twisted shit was mindblowing. He scrubbed his beard in frustration. “When have I ever treated you like a fucking whore? You’re downright nuts if you think that’s how I see you. Don’t be putting fucking words in my mouth, I can speak for myself.”

  “Then what? What do you see?” she demanded. “You and I both know that this—whatever the fuck this is—won’t be going anywhere. I’m leaving soon.”

  No shit. “You think I don’t know that? Trust me, baby, we’re both on the same page. Difference is, I can appreciate something beautiful when it happens to come around, even if it’s just temporary. I’d rather have one spectacular memory to look back on than nothing at all. I don’t know what the hell tomorrow’s gonna bring, but right here and right now? I want you. You. Not some whore.”

  “Torch…”

  No, fuck that. He was done letting her talk. He wanted her, she wanted him. End of motherfucking story. “You wanna know what I see, Livia? I see a stunning woman standing in front of me. You’re smart, you got guts, and you’re nothing like what I’m used to. You keep me on my toes and make me trip over them every time I just look at you. You’re so goddamn sexy that I can’t get my dick to go down, and judging by what I felt carrying you to bed last night, you can’t control that needy pussy either. I can think of a hundred different things I’d rather be doing with my mouth than arguing right now, so cut the shit and admit it. Then, get your fucking ass over here and take what you want, like the powerhouse of a woman I know you are.”

  Liv’s eyes narrowed and her skin flushed with something primal. She didn’t need to admit anything, it was right there on her face.

  She threw her purse to the couch, and like a lioness attacking her prey, tore across the room straight at him. Her hands came up to his chest and shoved him back into the wall with a thud. She slipped her fingers under his cut and pushed it up off his shoulders. His leather hadn’t even hit the floor—a cardinal sin if anybody had been around to see it—before she stood up on her toes, fisted his hair and pulled his lips to hers, her tongue demanding entrance.

  Every fucking nerve in Torch’s body hummed with pleasure and greedy desire at the sound of her moaning. Their lips busy doing the tango, he reached around and slipped his hands under her dress, grabbing perfect handfuls of the perfect ass.

  Christ, the fucking woman had misplaced her panties again.

  Liv whimpered when he peeled his lips away, until he started on a trail of kisses down her neck. She threw her head back, tightening her hold on his hair and sending waves of painful pleasure through him. “Baby…” she moaned, letting herself go.

  Her hands slipped under his shirt. Torch, not wanting to take his lips off of her creamy skin for too long, quickly pulled it off and tossed it aside. He reached around again and bent down at his knees, lifting her up from the floor and into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his sides as he spun her around and slammed her back into the wall. With an arm under her ass holding her up, he brushed the sparkly fabric away from her right breast with his fingertips. He did the same with the other, leaving both of her dynamite tits exposed inches from his face.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re beautiful,” he murmured, taking in the view. Round and perky and real, they were incredible. His lips took turns clamping down and suckling on each, her nails digging into his back as she dragged them up and down. By now she was panting and twitching.

  His dick was ready to explode, straining against his jeans in protest for being confined this long. Like she was in his brain—both of them—Liv unwound her legs. She slid down the wall and back to her feet.

  He leaned down to kiss her again, but she was having none of that. She used her body to push him backwards toward the bed, her green eyes burning into his the entire way. As they moved, her nimble fingers unzipped him and released his raging hard-on, before hooking under his boxers and yanking them down along with his jeans.

  At the edge of the bed, she shoved him to his back. Bossy woman, this one. The battle for control apparently wasn’t over.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a shit-eating grin.

  She climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs, and leaned down to his ear. He could feel her tits grazing his chest as she hoarsely whispered, “Shut up.”

  Shit.

  He watched as she slithered back down, her face so close to his skin that every hair on his body stood at attention. As she passed by his cock, she brushed it with her cheek. “Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” he moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

  “Relax, baby,” she cooed, pulling off his boots and socks.

  “Oh I’m relaxed, beautiful. Just wondering why the hell you’re still wearing that damn dress and I’m laying here naked.”

  “Oh,” she played up, pulling a clip out of her hair and letting it cascade down. “This old thing? You want it off?”

  “Take off the fucking dress, babe, before I tear it off. I wanna see all of you.”

  She smiled at him, pulling the dress down past her hips and letting it fall to the floor. Her heels came off too, leaving every inch of her inviting flesh exposed.

  Good. Fucking. God.

  The she-devil wasted no time. Before he knew it, she was between his legs, caressing his balls and taking the head of his dick into her warm mouth.

  “Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes and doing his best not to fire off instantly.

  She twirled her tongue around the tip, then took him in whole. He felt her throat relax and his shaft slide in further than it ever had in a woman’s mouth, all the way to the base. A fucking first.

  Yeah, she would absolutely be the fucking end of him.

  He sat up, hooked his arms under hers and pulled her down on top of him, before rolling over and pinning her to the bed.

  “You had your fun, baby,” he growled, his skin tingling from that wild look in her eyes. “My fucking turn.”

  After leaving a trail of wet kisses from her tits to her belly, Torch spread her legs open and nuzzled his face between them. Her pussy was perfect, just like the rest of her, and he couldn’t be bothered with formalities before diving in.

  Fuck, she was so wet and ready for him already. And she tasted just as good as he’d imagined all those times he jerked off to visions of her, never thinking she’d still be at the Barrel when he came through again. This was turning out to be worth every miserable night of thinking he’d never see her again.

  Torch ate her up, using his fingers to spread open her pink folds so he could get his tongue deeper.

  Her body tensed
and back arched, as she reached down to run her fingers through his hair. “Oh god… baby… so good,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs around his neck.

  If the rolling of her hips and engorged clit was any indication, she was close to blowing her own lid.

  He looked up and licked her juices from his lips. “That’s it, beautiful, let go,” he ordered. “Christ, you taste so fucking good.” A man could live on this alone.

  He went back to work, licking her from back to front, front to back, sometimes stopping to circle around the delicate skin between her ass and pussy, before plunging his tongue back in her.

  “Fuck! Torch!” she screamed, just as loud as he’d imagined she would. He could’ve drowned to death in the rush of wetness that escaped her and died a happy man. In fact, he might not be washing his beard for a while, just to keep her scent with him for as long as possible.

  As she struggled to catch her breath, he moved up along the side of her body, running his rough palms up her torso and breasts. He hooked a leg over hers and took on her mouth again. Liv kissed him back without a hint of exhaustion or wanting to slow down. Which was good, because he wasn’t done. Not by a long shot.

  Her hands slipped down to his groin, her fingers wrapping around his rock-hard cock. She pulled her mouth away and sucked on his neck, stroking his eager shaft at the same time. “Who knew you were hiding this beast in your jeans,” she teased.

  “You never asked,” he murmured.

  “My mistake,” she purred.

  “Yeah,” he growled, pulling himself on top of her. “Never underestimate me, baby.” After tonight, she would never underestimate him again.

  Torch took her arms and pulled them over her head, keeping one hand on her wrists to hold them down.

  The last thing he wanted was latex between them, he was clean and every fiber of his being wanted to just go all in before she could protest. But he couldn’t do it. He finally had her where he’d wanted her for two months and didn’t want her freaking out mid-thrust. Once he was in deep, he wasn’t coming up for air until she milked him of every last drop of frustration that had been building up since the day he’d laid eyes on her.