Page 6 of Clashing

Chapter five

Clashing

Ryker

F riday night, the boys and I strolled into Danny’s. I cursed when I spotted Scarlett. Watching out for her wouldn’t be easy. The skirt flowing around her thick thighs barely covered her ass. Besides that, her tank top plunged well into her magnificent cleavage.

Squaring my jaw, I strode to the bar and snatched her wrist before she walked to another table. “Change.”

“Oh, fuck off.” She twisted out of my grip easily and sauntered past me.

I cursed again and sat at the bar. Almost every pair of eyes ogled her. Goddamn her.

She returned with a glass and slammed it on the bar with a loud thud . “I know it’s scotch, but I don’t know what kind.” She tapped her long, red nails on the bar.

“You need to change. Right now.”

She crossed her arms, pushing her already visible cleavage out more. “It’s none of your business what I wear.”

“Shit, Scarlett. What would Danny say if he saw you? Everyone in this bar is eye-fucking you.” It took all my focus to not stare at her tits. They were a work of art. Supple and round and perfect for anything I could imagine.

“It’s also none of his business what I wear.” She posted her hands on her luscious hips, glare in full force. “Yeah, everyone in this bar is eye-fucking me. Including you. Stop staring at my boobs. I thought you were supposed to be watching my back ?”

She stalked off to another customer, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to yell at her or fuck her really good. Probably both. She went along the line of the bar, getting drinks and throwing flirty smiles. The pain in the ass never got my scotch. I had to flag down Tammy.

After talking to the guys and Tammy, I got Scarlett practically cornered in the bar instead of walking around.

We made everyone request Tammy instead. Scarlett tossed scowls my way, and I swear, she made an extra effort to stretch over the counter, giving gracious views of her tits to every customer to fucking spite me.

“You’re pissing me off,” I warned her after she was particularly flirty with another customer.

“What are you going to do about it?” Her sass made me adjust my jeans.

My mind ran wild with the creative ways I could do something about it. Flattening my palms on the bar, I leaned close enough I got a whiff of her sweet shampoo. “I’m going to bend you over this counter and smack that ass.”

Her eyes widened, but she licked her lips. Composing herself, the glint in her eye was all trouble. Then, very pointedly, she rotated toward the tap and bent over in her tiny skirt, giving me a straight view to her ass. My jaw dropped and my cock went painfully rigid.

When she straightened out, a smug smile spread over her face. “Missed your chance.” She sashayed away.

She was so not what Danny described. I didn’t remember all he said, but the words shy and sweet stood out. I liked this version much better. Even if it pissed me off.

The night wore on, and I lost all semblance of self-control. Every time she bent over to clean something, I’d get a nice view. I wanted her. Bad. It didn’t help that our sarcastic banter tightened the already limited space in my jeans. I liked she had a mouth and kept up with me.

Much to her chagrin, I stayed until closing. She complained while she cleaned, sending me to a corner so she could finish tidying the bar. Around three in the morning, she finally finished. She approached my table with a glass of what I guessed was whiskey and sat.

“You’re well beyond your promised hours of babysitting,” she muttered, wincing as she removed her heels and pressed her fingers into the arch of her foot.

“You trying to kick me out?” I caught her ankle.

“What are you doing?” she squeaked, pulling away.

“Relax.” I rested her foot on my knee and pressed my fingers into the sole. She sighed and threw her head back. Fuck. I could get used to seeing that. “You shouldn’t have worn those heels all night.”

She flipped me off. “I was trying to get good tips, and it worked, thank you very much.”

“Bet the tips would’ve been higher if you just took your top off. You’re halfway to a stripper as it is.”

She yanked her foot out of my grasp, eyes flashing in anger. “Who are you?” she snapped. “My parent?”

“No, sugar. Definitely not that.” I chuckled, grabbing her other foot. “I guarantee I haven’t felt fatherly toward you for one moment.”

“Then what do you feel toward me?”

My eyes dropped to her perfect body, then flashed up to her stunning face. She noticed the look, if her rising blush had anything to say about it.

“What do you feel toward me?” I released her foot. “I wasn’t the only one checking you out all night, but I’m the only one getting a blush.”

Scarlett inhaled sharply and darted her eyes away. “I asked first. You act weird around me. Different than you do around Tammy. What do you want from me?”

“Don’t you already know?” I raised my eyebrows. “I want the same thing you want.”

“And what’s that?”

“To fuck you.”

Her mouth fell open, the stain on her cheeks darkening by the second. She smoothed her hand over her ponytail and crossed her legs, avoiding my eyes.

“You can’t tell me you don’t want it.” I reclined in my seat. “You’ve been staring at me too.”

Her slow appraisal of my body had me sitting up like I was a goddamn show pony posing. When her eyes returned to mine, she straightened her spine. “Dan would kill us both.”

She was right. I should back off right now before I make it worse. But fuck , those lips. I wanted to kiss them.

“Danny doesn’t need to know.” I gripped her knee. Her skin was soft and warm against my palm. I could only imagine how the rest of her felt.

She clasped her hands in her lap. “How do I know you’re worth the effort?”

Oh, that’s how she wanted to play it? I narrowed my eyes at her and rose from my chair.

I gripped her hips and hauled her to her feet, then dipped my head to her ear.

“Trust me, Scarlett,” I whispered. “I’ll fuck you so good, you’ll miss my cock when it’s not in you.

” I traced her flittering pulse with my fingertip.

“That’s what you want, isn’t it? I bet you’re wet already just thinking about it. ”

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her soft hands curling around my biceps. That touch ignited flames under my skin. I pulled her flush against me to revel in the burn. She shivered when I kissed her neck, body already molding to mine.

“Don’t beat around the bush or anything,” she breathed, tilting her head as I kissed along her neck.

“I don’t play mind games. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you hard and long and good. Do you want that, Scarlett?”

She did. I could feel it. She melted into me, and God , her body was soft and warm, her curves an addictive presence I worried I’d want to experience again.

“Yes.”

Finally. I tossed her over my shoulder, heading for the stairs.

She squealed and smacked my back. “What are you doing?”

“What do you think? I’m taking you upstairs to fuck you.” I slapped her ass as I rushed up the stairs. “Stop squirming.” She moaned softly when my palm made contact with her ass. My cock twitched. “Do you like that, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. I’m going to have a lot of fun with you.” Once we reached the top of the stairs, I set her down and turned her to face the door. “Unlock it.” I gripped her hips and ground the erection I’d had all night against her ass.

She rolled back into me as she fumbled with her keys. I smacked her ass again, the work of art turning me into a junkie in need of more hits. “Faster, Scarlett. I’m not patient. I want to fuck you, and I’ll do it right here if you don’t speed it up.”

She turned the knob, and we stumbled inside. I pushed her against the door to shut it, catching her in a hard kiss. Her plump lips collided with mine, and their softness undid me. She hummed into my mouth, and I dropped my hands beneath her skirt.

“ Fuck. ” I squeezed her thick ass. It was round and firm—a perfect fit in my hands.

She whimpered, and I kissed her again, sliding my tongue into her mouth.

She met my tongue with hers and draped her arms around my neck.

I lifted her, and when her legs wrapped around me, I couldn’t help it, I pinned her hips to the wall with mine and ground against her.

Damn, she smells good. She shouldn’t. She’d worked all day, but she smelled good enough to devour.

“Where’s the bedroom?” I asked, biting her skin.

She tapped my right shoulder. “That way.”

I carried her through the door and put her down by the bed, then yanked off her shirt and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled out, and my cock wept at the sight. Heavy breasts with nipples hard and ready to be teased. I pushed her onto the bed, caught one of her nipples with my mouth, and sucked.

“Ryker.” She gasped, tangling her hands in my hair.

I cupped her other breast, pinching the hardened flesh between my fingers. She arched into my hands. Kissing down her body, I tugged her skirt off, leaving her in underwear alone. They didn’t last either, and my shirt came off after.

I relished the way she raked her gaze over my torso, her chest rising and falling faster as she did. She sat up and planted her hands on my chest, running them down my stomach before placing a kiss below my belly button. My cock throbbed painfully, and I unbuttoned my jeans.

I shoved my jeans and boxers off. “I need to be inside you.”

Soft fingers curled around my cock, and she hummed. Sultry eyes met mine as she licked my hard length. Her warm and welcoming tongue enticed me enough I’d never get to her pussy if I let it go on too long.

“Oh, fuck.” I gripped her head as she wrapped her lips around me.

She sucked me to the back of her throat, her tongue caressing the sensitive underside of my dick. Shit. If she kept that up, I wouldn’t be worth the effort.