Page 7 of Minotaur Bar (Minotaur Bar #1)

Tess has been doing great.

The patrons love her, and she’s brought a light into the bar that I had no idea was missing.

When she isn’t staffed to work, the minotaurs are sulky.

They’ve grown accustomed to the human female and anticipate her shifts.

We were already packed most nights.

But over the last month since red started, her shifts bring in three times the crowd. I’ve had to hire security and now, we have a line wrapped around the block with bulls waiting to enter.

Unfortunately, Cash is still being a dick to her and can’t cope with the fact that she makes more money in tips and can handle the unruly males.

No one is there for him and I.

Not that they ever were.

We’re a fucking bar.

They want to drink and get fucked up and hopefully find someone to fuck on their way out the door.

We do have a solid group of female minotaurs who frequent the place, they’re just not our bread and butter like the bulls are.

I’ve always tried to make them feel comfortable, but they’re minotaurs too.

They don’t want me saving them.

They’d backhand a bull before I would, and that fucking male is usually a simp for them afterwards.

Say what you want about bulls being dominant.

Some of them are truly waiting to submit to the power of pussy and boy, do they fall hard when that happens.

It’s a Tuesday afternoon as I converse with the day crowd, the bar mostly empty as it’s just me tending when Tess walks through the door.

It’s her day off but checks just landed in my office and she’s coming to collect her money.

“Red,”

I say in a gravelly voice as she smirks at me. The few bulls at the bar turn in their seats, immediately fawning over her as she leans against the bar top and allows it all to take place.

“Hey, bossman,”

she says after she’s come around to my side of the bar. The minotaurs are all offering her drinks and begging her to sit down.

“I don’t know, fellas. I got a lot of shit to catch up on today. It’s my day to run errands,”

she says with a shrug as they all moan like fucking babies. I roll my eyes.

“Let me get you your check then,”

I say quietly as I walk through the kitchen area and into the office. I can feel Tess hot on my heels as she crowds the door, waiting for me to dig her envelope out of the drawer.

“How’s it going today?”

she says kindly, making small talk, her pretty eyes watching me intensely.

“You’re not working, so it’s an easy ass day,”

I say with a chuckle. Fuck, her tits always look so fucking soft popping out of her lowcut shirts.

“Isn’t it crazy you thought I wouldn’t be able to last here, and I’ve actually brought renewed life into your business instead?”

she teases as I snort.

“I should get a raise.”

“I gave you one,”

I say seriously, handing her her check.

“Open it up.”

“Havoc, wait. That was a joke,”

she protests as I smirk at her stunned face.

“I wasn’t joking,”

I reply. Her features fall as she looks at the number inside the envelope, tears forming in her eyes.

“Oh, c’mon, red. Don’t get mushy on me, babe.”

Fuck! That babe just slipped out. She stares at me, a single tear slithering down her cheek as she mouths the pet name silently. I want to apologize for saying it, more for legal reasons and the fact that I’m her boss. I stare at her as she wipes her cheek, looking to her Docs.

“Did my dad ever tell you why I came back home?”

she asks as I shake my head.

“I don’t really make it my mission to pry, red. I figure that folks will tell me what they want me to know. And the rumor mill around here runs pretty rampant. I end up knowing more than I’d care to,”

I admit as she nods. Tess walks forward and leans her juicy ass on the edge of my desk. I’m not too proud to say I’ll be sniffing it when she leaves. My eyes linger over her curves before meeting her gaze again. She watches me the entire time.

“I failed. My hair business went under, and I had to ask my dad for help. Ever since then, I’ve been searching for some direction. Something to help me feel like I’ve accomplished something. Anything really. Just that spark that says I may be down but I’m not fucking out. I feel like this is confirmation that I’m worth something still,”

she says quietly as I raise my brows.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

I ask incredulously as she gives me a weird look.

“You aren’t worth something because you work here, Tess. You’re worth something because you’re amazing.”

“Fuck off, Havoc,”

she says, waving her hand. I snatch it out of the air and rub the back of it with my thumb as she freezes. Goosebumps erupt over the surface of her arms.

“You fuck off, red. You’ve had me captivated since I met you. If I weren’t your boss, I would’ve done something about it by now,”

I say with a huff.

“Really?”

she asks meekly as I nod seriously.

“I am a fan of those slutty crop tops you wear daily,”

she says with a cute ass smirk.

“Tess, get the fuck out of my office before I do something that’ll get me in trouble with HR,”

I growl as she rolls her eyes.

“Like you’d obey HR if we had that department here,”

she says sarcastically.

“Thank you for the raise, Havoc. This means everything to me.”

I nod, letting her hand go reluctantly.

“See you tomorrow, red.”

“See you, bossman.”

I grab my cock and fist it through my pants as her fat, juicy ass walks away from me, her wide hips throwing themselves around violently. And yeah, I lean forward to sniff the desk. It smells just as good as her. I can almost taste her arousal on my pierced tongue.

Tess:

I’m not an idiot.

For the last month, Havoc and I have been flirting nonstop.

We linger behind together after Cash leaves for the evening and usually have a drink or two.

We throw each other lust-filled glances throughout our shifts and more than once, we’ve slid our bodies together closer than we’ve had to passing each other behind the bar.

Even though it’s close quarters and neither one of us are slim, we don’t have to get that close.

But we do.

I want to fuck my boss so badly.

He’s perfect.

Rough around the edges, gives it to you straight, but is also deep and caring.

He takes care of us all.

The patrons, Cash, and me.

Every time I pull up to the bar and see his red fucking Ram in the parking lot I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like for him to throw me over the tailgate and go to town on me.

A few times, my secret nickname for him, cookie, due to his Oreo coloring almost slipped from my mouth.

I can’t help it.

He’s the cutest, most handsome minotaur I’ve ever seen.

But I also love my job, and I know if we began fucking, things would get complicated fast and I’m not sure I’m ready to sacrifice what I’ve worked for over the last month for some dick.

Especially when I reread the number on my most current check.

It doesn’t stop me from thinking about his handsome mug as I fuck myself to sleep every night.

The way I want to grip his horns as he pounds into me.

And when I saw him laugh during a shift and realized his tongue was fucking pierced?! I’ve been daydreaming about him going down on me ever since.

I’m starting to lose my resolve though.

I can’t get Havoc out of my fucking head.

I’ve never fucked a monster before, and I’m certain that he’s the one who will ruin me for human men.

I haven’t had any interest in them since I started working at Bulls & Horns.

They just don’t excite me like the bulls do.

They seem boring and reserved.

And if they are fun like the minotaurs, they’re not packing any of the goods the monsters have.

And honestly, I’m tired of not being filled to the brim. Maybe I need to fuck some other bull besides Havoc.

I have thought about it, but nothing does it for me like cookie.

There’s a trust I have in Havoc that isn’t there with the customers.

A knowing that he’d take care of me.

That he finds me sexy as fuck and wants to make sure I know it too.

I love my body, and I know how to use it.

But Havoc always makes me feel different when I see that he’s checking me out than the bar’s patrons do.

There’s something reverent there that has my heart fluttering open and my pussy weeping for the damn bull.

I want him to worship me. I have a feeling he’d love to be my sub.

For the millionth time since starting at the bar, I hurry back to my house and throw my door closed before stripping myself of all my clothes and watching my fingers sink into my cunt from the full-length mirror against the wall.

I love watching.

I alternate between minotaur porn and my mirror each time, sometimes giving myself multiple orgasms in order to accommodate both.

When I fuck Havoc, I’m asking him if we can film it.

Oops, I mean if.

Right?

Yeah, if…