Rock Hard
Page 7
Sed had to give the kid credit. Sed and his band mates didn’t look like guys you should f**k with. Tattoos. Piercings. Chains. Jet black hair, with the exception of Jace and his bleached spikes. Denim and leather. They’d probably fit in better at a biker bar.
Tall and muscular, Sed was the largest and most intimidating of the group. He moved to stand beside Eric as back-up. He’d rather have these guys frightened into giving Eric his way. Sed didn’t want to fight them, but he knew it wouldn’t take much to move Eric to blows.
“I think you should reconsider.” Sed glared down at the guys around the table.
Eric flexed his long fingers and cracked his knuckles.
“Christ, Eric, don’t get us all arrested again.” Brian massaged his forehead as if in great distress. “I mean you can only have so many deadly assault charges on your record before they keep you in the slammer for good. You know?”
Wide-eyed, the college-aged guys grabbed their drinks and moved to a table near the back of the room.
Sed smiled at Brian. “Smooth, Master Sinclair.”
Brian shrugged and sat at the table. He took a sip of his beer. Sed sat to Brian’s right. Eric to his left. Jace had vanished somewhere. Probably blowing a couple thousand bucks on the dominatrix on the other side of the room. Sed tossed his whiskey down his throat and signaled a cocktail waitress for another refill. Brian sipped his beer and glanced up at the dancer crawling across the stage toward them. He choked.
“Fuck me,” Eric said, his eyes on the stripper as well. “Isn’t that…”
Sed glanced at the beautiful woman, now lying at the front of the stage with her hair dangling over the edge, her backed arched and her perfect, naked br**sts jutting into the air.
“Jessica.”
Sed jumped to his feet. He shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it over her body. Her naked body. Jessica. His Jessica was naked. Naked. In front of all these men.
When he pulled her off the stage, she gasped in surprise. He cocooned her against his chest, protecting her from lustful gazes.
A wall of bouncers surrounded them immediately. “No touching the dancers,” one of the mountains of flesh said.
Jessica struggled in Sed’s arms, but he wasn’t about to let her go. Wasn’t about to let these men gawk at her body.
“Sed.” Brian grabbed his upper arm. “Let her go.”
Jessica gasped. “Sed?” She rubbed her face against his shoulder to push the silk scarf from her eyes. It fell down around her nose and mouth. Her eyes widened. Those jade-green eyes. The ones that haunted him day and night. How was it possible that she’d become even more beautiful since he’d last seen her?
He lowered his head to kiss her, his heart swelling so full he thought it might suffocate him. It didn’t matter that the scarf separated their mouths. He remembered the taste of her lips all too well.
A thick forearm wrapped around Sed’s throat from behind, jerking his head back. He planted his boots firmly on the floor to prevent himself from tipping backward.
With her shoulder, Jessica nudged the scarf down to her neck. God, her lips. So full and inviting. He needed to kiss her again. Never stop kissing her.
“Put me down, Sed.”
Her soft voice—just as he remembered it. The way she said his name squeezed his insides. So long since he’d heard it. Too long. He bit his lip. He didn’t know if the bouncer’s grip or his heart trying to force its way out of his mouth caused the greater ache in his throat.
“Let go of his throat, you f**king cretin,” Eric bellowed. “He’s a professional singer.”
“I don’t give a shit who—”
Eric punched the bouncer holding Sed and his grip loosened. It tightened further a moment later. Sed winced. Several bouncers grabbed Eric and forcefully escorted him away from the front of the stage.
“Get your f**king hands off me,” Eric protested.
“Go quietly or we’ll call the cops.” Even with the throbbing music playing through the club, Sed heard several fists connect with flesh.
“Motherfuckers!” Was that Jace? More fists connected with flesh. The door slammed shut.
Jessica squirmed in Sed’s arms. He had no doubt that if her hands were free she’d be slapping the shit out of him.
Brian sighed loudly beside him. “Well, I guess I’ve got to kick some ass now. Can’t let my boys down.” He moved out of Sed’s peripheral vision toward the exit.
The door opened again. “What the f**k is going on?” Trey yelled into the club.
“Bellaway,” Jessica shouted to the guy behind Sed. “I know this guy. I’m fine. Seriously, don’t injure his throat.” She looked into Sed’s eyes. “Put me down, Sed. Now.”
Sed tried to shake his head, but couldn’t move his neck.
After a long moment, the arm around Sed’s throat loosened.
The bouncer stepped away.
Sed swallowed. His throat burned, but he refused to release Jessica. Refused.
“What are you doing here?” he asked her angrily, except his usual baritone growl came out raspy.
“Put me down, Sed.” Her nostrils flared in that way that always turned him on. There was nothing on Earth sexier than this woman when she was pissed off. Lucky for him, she had one hell of a temper.
“Answer my question and I’ll put you down.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Her eyebrows arched as she gazed up at him. “I’m dancing.”
“I thought you were going to law school. Wasn’t that your excuse for walking out on me?”
“That isn’t why I left and you know it. Besides, law school isn’t free. I’ve got to make money somehow. Now put me down. I answered your question.”
“If you needed money, you should have asked.” He set her on her feet and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a wad of cash and held it out to her. “Here. There’s a couple thousand bucks here. I can get you more. Whatever you need.”
“I don’t want your money, Sed.”
“Why, because I’m just giving it to you? Fine. What do you charge for an hour of your time? A couple hundred? I’ll buy you for the night. Or the week.”
Smack! She slapped him so hard he tasted blood. He winced, tonguing the cut on the inside of his cheek.
“I f**king hate you,” she spat, her eyes narrowed dangerously. She stalked off, dropping his coat on the floor. Her perfect bare ass was the last thing he saw as she stormed out of his life. Again.
Tall and muscular, Sed was the largest and most intimidating of the group. He moved to stand beside Eric as back-up. He’d rather have these guys frightened into giving Eric his way. Sed didn’t want to fight them, but he knew it wouldn’t take much to move Eric to blows.
“I think you should reconsider.” Sed glared down at the guys around the table.
Eric flexed his long fingers and cracked his knuckles.
“Christ, Eric, don’t get us all arrested again.” Brian massaged his forehead as if in great distress. “I mean you can only have so many deadly assault charges on your record before they keep you in the slammer for good. You know?”
Wide-eyed, the college-aged guys grabbed their drinks and moved to a table near the back of the room.
Sed smiled at Brian. “Smooth, Master Sinclair.”
Brian shrugged and sat at the table. He took a sip of his beer. Sed sat to Brian’s right. Eric to his left. Jace had vanished somewhere. Probably blowing a couple thousand bucks on the dominatrix on the other side of the room. Sed tossed his whiskey down his throat and signaled a cocktail waitress for another refill. Brian sipped his beer and glanced up at the dancer crawling across the stage toward them. He choked.
“Fuck me,” Eric said, his eyes on the stripper as well. “Isn’t that…”
Sed glanced at the beautiful woman, now lying at the front of the stage with her hair dangling over the edge, her backed arched and her perfect, naked br**sts jutting into the air.
“Jessica.”
Sed jumped to his feet. He shrugged off his leather jacket and tossed it over her body. Her naked body. Jessica. His Jessica was naked. Naked. In front of all these men.
When he pulled her off the stage, she gasped in surprise. He cocooned her against his chest, protecting her from lustful gazes.
A wall of bouncers surrounded them immediately. “No touching the dancers,” one of the mountains of flesh said.
Jessica struggled in Sed’s arms, but he wasn’t about to let her go. Wasn’t about to let these men gawk at her body.
“Sed.” Brian grabbed his upper arm. “Let her go.”
Jessica gasped. “Sed?” She rubbed her face against his shoulder to push the silk scarf from her eyes. It fell down around her nose and mouth. Her eyes widened. Those jade-green eyes. The ones that haunted him day and night. How was it possible that she’d become even more beautiful since he’d last seen her?
He lowered his head to kiss her, his heart swelling so full he thought it might suffocate him. It didn’t matter that the scarf separated their mouths. He remembered the taste of her lips all too well.
A thick forearm wrapped around Sed’s throat from behind, jerking his head back. He planted his boots firmly on the floor to prevent himself from tipping backward.
With her shoulder, Jessica nudged the scarf down to her neck. God, her lips. So full and inviting. He needed to kiss her again. Never stop kissing her.
“Put me down, Sed.”
Her soft voice—just as he remembered it. The way she said his name squeezed his insides. So long since he’d heard it. Too long. He bit his lip. He didn’t know if the bouncer’s grip or his heart trying to force its way out of his mouth caused the greater ache in his throat.
“Let go of his throat, you f**king cretin,” Eric bellowed. “He’s a professional singer.”
“I don’t give a shit who—”
Eric punched the bouncer holding Sed and his grip loosened. It tightened further a moment later. Sed winced. Several bouncers grabbed Eric and forcefully escorted him away from the front of the stage.
“Get your f**king hands off me,” Eric protested.
“Go quietly or we’ll call the cops.” Even with the throbbing music playing through the club, Sed heard several fists connect with flesh.
“Motherfuckers!” Was that Jace? More fists connected with flesh. The door slammed shut.
Jessica squirmed in Sed’s arms. He had no doubt that if her hands were free she’d be slapping the shit out of him.
Brian sighed loudly beside him. “Well, I guess I’ve got to kick some ass now. Can’t let my boys down.” He moved out of Sed’s peripheral vision toward the exit.
The door opened again. “What the f**k is going on?” Trey yelled into the club.
“Bellaway,” Jessica shouted to the guy behind Sed. “I know this guy. I’m fine. Seriously, don’t injure his throat.” She looked into Sed’s eyes. “Put me down, Sed. Now.”
Sed tried to shake his head, but couldn’t move his neck.
After a long moment, the arm around Sed’s throat loosened.
The bouncer stepped away.
Sed swallowed. His throat burned, but he refused to release Jessica. Refused.
“What are you doing here?” he asked her angrily, except his usual baritone growl came out raspy.
“Put me down, Sed.” Her nostrils flared in that way that always turned him on. There was nothing on Earth sexier than this woman when she was pissed off. Lucky for him, she had one hell of a temper.
“Answer my question and I’ll put you down.”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Her eyebrows arched as she gazed up at him. “I’m dancing.”
“I thought you were going to law school. Wasn’t that your excuse for walking out on me?”
“That isn’t why I left and you know it. Besides, law school isn’t free. I’ve got to make money somehow. Now put me down. I answered your question.”
“If you needed money, you should have asked.” He set her on her feet and reached for his wallet. He pulled out a wad of cash and held it out to her. “Here. There’s a couple thousand bucks here. I can get you more. Whatever you need.”
“I don’t want your money, Sed.”
“Why, because I’m just giving it to you? Fine. What do you charge for an hour of your time? A couple hundred? I’ll buy you for the night. Or the week.”
Smack! She slapped him so hard he tasted blood. He winced, tonguing the cut on the inside of his cheek.
“I f**king hate you,” she spat, her eyes narrowed dangerously. She stalked off, dropping his coat on the floor. Her perfect bare ass was the last thing he saw as she stormed out of his life. Again.
