Page 19 of Joey

She disappears into the crowd, and I roll my eyes. I don’t give a fuck if she visits a sex club. As long as she doesn’t take Joey with her anyway. Speaking of… I turn my attention back to Joey and almost lose my shit when I see that asshole put his hand on her fucking ass and squeeze it. I barge through the crowd until I’m standing right behind him. Joey sees me first and her eyes widen. All the while, that fucker’s hand stays on her ass. My fucking ass.

Grabbing him by the hair, I yank his head back and grab his wrist, twisting his arm behind his back until I feel the satisfying pop of his shoulder dislocating. His agonized scream makes me grin menacingly. I shove him and he drops to the floor.

“Max!” Joey reprimands while his two friends come at me.

“You really want some too?” I say with a snarl as they hold their fists up like they have a snowball’s chance in hell of landing a punch.

They look at me and then at each other before they crouch down and help their friend instead.

“What the fuck, dude?” one of them says as the fucker struggles to sit up, his arm dangling at an unnatural angle.

“Any of you ever touch her again, and I will tear every one of your limbs from your fucking bodies and wrap them around your throats.”

“What the hell are you doing?” Joey shrieks as bar security surrounds us. They all know me—or knowofme—so they focus on the asshole and his two buddies rather than me.

I grab Joey by the arm. “Say goodnight to your friends. You’re leaving.”

She opens her mouth to argue, and I glare at her. I guess she recognizes the look in my eyes because she rolls hers and says goodnight to her friends, who stare at me with an equal measure of wariness and amusement. Marching Joey through the crowd and out the back exit, I feel the rage vibrating through her body.

We step into the cool night air, and as soon as I release my grip on her, she spins on her heel and slaps me across the face so hard that I bite my lip. Running my tongue over the inside of my mouth, I taste blood.Brat!

“What the hell was that?” she shouts.

“He was old enough to be your father.”

Her beautiful face twists into a scowl. “So? He was just talking to me.”

“He was holding onto your fucking ass like it was his personal property.”

She folds her arms across her chest. “You are unbelievable, you know that? I was just having a little fun. It was harmless.”

“It’s not harmless when he wants some sort of payback for the drinks he’s been buying you, because that’s what guys like him are about, Joey. It’s not harmless when he’s trying to get you back to his place for a quick—” I rake my hands through my hair. She’s too distracting and I’ve said too much already.

“A quick what, Max? A quick fuck?”

Her sneer shreds the last sliver of restraint I have. I push her against the wall, making her gasp as I press my body against hers, flattening her next to the cool brick. She stares up at me with those huge brown eyes, rough breaths fluttering against her full pink lips. My cock strains against the zipper of my jeans. I know she can feel me. She rocks her hips, grinding herself on me. Before I can think through the consequences of what I’m doing, I wrap a hand around her throat. “You want to be fucked, Joey? Is that it?”

Her breath catches. Her beautiful tits shudder against my chest. “You’re too afraid of my brothers to fuck me.”

“You think?” My free hand coasts down her body, over her ribs and the curve of her hip, making her shiver.

Her dark eyes burn into mine. “Yeah.”

I grip the edge of her short dress and she lets out the softest and sexiest little moan I’ve ever heard in my entire goddamn life. Yanking it up, I push my hand between her thighs and brush my fingertips over the tiny scrap of fabric covering her pussy. It’s damp. And I am fucking done for. I squeeze her throat a little harder. “Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“Why? Because that jackass was touching you?”

“What do you care?” she snaps, and her smart mouth makes my cock throb.

Curling the tips of my fingers around the soft material, I tug her panties aside and gently caress her bare pussy. It’s so fucking smooth. Either freshly shaved or waxed—like she really was looking to get fucked tonight. “Or is it because I’m touching you?”

“Fuck you,” she spits.

Blood thunders in my ears. I shouldn’t do this. Not with her. I should go back inside the bar and do this with someone, anyone, other than Joey Moretti.

“You want me to, huh?” I taunt, dusting the pads of my fingers over her swollen clit.