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This is my chance , Jagger thought and hurried over to Sadie's phone that was still playing through the speakers. Lying Is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Off Her Clothes by Panic! At the Disco now playing and Jagger made a mental note he was going to need to pay more attention to the stuff she played. He brushed past his dad's old friend, Lethal Lenny, with a quick "I'll get you whatever you want! Just give me one second."

Once he had Sadie's phone in his hand, he was careful not to shut the music off. He swiped the playlist off to the side but not before seeing it was called "Songs I Want To Fuck To."

Jesus, Sadie, Jagger groaned internally, feeling a twitch in his jeans. No wonder the day had been so taxing on his cock; she had this shit playing in the background all day. He opened the main app screen and scrolled quickly until he saw it.

Jagger's mouth went completely dry and his thumb visibly shook when he clicked on it, opening the app and going right to the 'Messages' section.

And there, in plain sight, were the messages between RebelsWearLeather and BookwormBarbie.

Fuck, I was right . His mind was racing at this new information. His arousal was pressing hard against his zipper, so he closed out the app, deleted the evidence of his search, and placed the phone back where it was, rushing towards the bar. La La Lh by The Dirty Youth now playing as he made his way to Lethal Lenny.

Composing himself behind the bar, he strutted over to the large gentleman. "Haven't seen you in a long time, Len. What can I get for you?" He asked, grabbing a coaster and setting it down before him.

Lethal Lenny grunted, "I know, but some information has come to light that you need to know. Grab me a pitcher. I trust you remember what I like."

With a curt nod, Jagger filled a pitcher of Bud Light and offered him a glass, to which Lethal Lenny waved away. He grabbed the large container and drank right from it, making it look small in his giant hands. Jagger always thought it was funny how the biggest guy in the room wanted the lightest shit in the bar.

"So, tell me." Jagger pressed, referencing his comment earlier.

"Dregs are pulling their shit again. And Jazlyn is with them. They think the Renegades have been keeping their own merchandise in here, fucking up their deals." Lethal Lenny finished the pitcher and handed it to Jagger for a refill.

"But we don't do that anymore; we haven't done it for a couple of years," Jagger explained, filling the pitcher again. "Sadie and I cleaned this place up and made it safe. Helped the gang to get jobs here and in the community. Real ones."

"Look, I'm just letting you know what I've heard. Do with that information what you will. I know your father still has his hand in some shit, even if he is in fucktown, Arizona. And I know he's got you on the hook still." Lethal Lenny grabbed his pitcher and stood, towering over everyone around him at the staggering height of 6'8. Jagger always took a moment to appreciate that he was on their side. "I know how hard you've tried to get right, kid. Just trying to help where I can and give you time to move what you gotta if you have to." With that, he returned to the pool table and reunited with some old Rebel buddies.

Jagger leaned back and pinched the bridge of his nose. Great.

"You okay, Jaggie?" Sadie asked, appearing by his side and looking flushed.

Jagger straightened and took in her appearance. "Yeah, everything's fine. Are you feeling alright?"

Sadie laughed breathlessly, "Yes, of course. It just got hot in your office. You really gotta put a fan in there."

"I think it's just you, darling." Jagger pulled his lower lip into his mouth, and his teeth dragged along the edges. The sweet little thing fidgeted nervously, her fingers tangling in the bottom of her tresses until he tugged her hands away from her hair. When she froze, his hand reached over and tugged on the hem of her top, pulling it up until the dark lace border of her bra was visible for a beautiful second before letting go. There was a newfound confidence in knowing she wanted him after his discovery, and he decided he would revel in her any chance he could.

Sadie made a pained noise in her throat and grabbed his hand in her own. "Jag, I don't know if you should be touching me. It hasn't been 24 hours since this whole thing with Travis went down, and I haven't even talked to him about it."

Jagger toyed with his bottom lip again as he pulled her closer and leaned down. "I think you're going to come to find I don't need to touch you to get you off, Sweets."

His words ran straight through her, and part of her was curious about what he meant. Before she could ask, he turned her away from the front of the bar and pressed his solid chest against her back. Her hands reached out to brace herself against the shelves that were stocked with liquor along the back wall to keep from her lower half being pushed into the hard edge.

"I promise I won't touch you. For now."

The promise in his voice had wetness pooling between her thighs in an instant.

"I'll tell you what. I can walk away right now and stop playing this game you started when you began letting Camille cut up these tiny ass tops," The toe of his boot kicked against hers. "And bought these fucking boots," His hands fisted in the sides of his old jacket she was wearing despite how hot she claimed to be a moment ago. "And started wearing one of my old Rebel skins like a damn varsity jacket." His voice dropped low as he pressed his mouth to her ear, lips tickling the shell. "Or you can pretend to clean one of these bottles, and I'll take that as a sign that you want me to keep going."

Sadie was practically hyperventilating, panting as if she'd run a mile as her grip tightened on the cool counter of the ledge. She knew she already lost the game the second he turned her around, and she felt how hard he was against her ass, their jeans doing nothing to hide it. She reached behind her to run her hand down the side of his face, which was still in the crook of her neck, before reaching for a bottle of Tito's and a rag in front of her.

Jagger growled his approval in her ear, "Good girl." He shifted to the side to shield their actions from the nearly empty bar, thanking his lucky stars that most had cleared out already. Regardless of how tired he was from his late-night exertions hiding both drugs and, yes, a body or two, he was thrumming with energy. Quickly, he plucked the small vibrator from his pocket and snaked his hand to the front of her pelvis. His fingers brushing against the base skin of her stomach sent a shiver through her, the cold metal of his rings biting her flesh. Suddenly he was sliding his hand with the bullet inside the front of her jeans as Sadie sucked in her breath, allowing him more space to fit against the denim.

"Good fucking girl," Jagger said again, and in one more motion, the bullet was nestled between her folds on top of her clit. It almost killed him to leave the silken heat that beckoned him, but he took a deep breath and slipped his hand out. Kissing her cheek, he stepped away and held his arms up innocently.

Sadie looked at him over the bottle she was holding, and her eyes showed that she was simultaneously turned on and confused.

Jagger smirked and said, "I won't touch you, but I can't promise you won't cum in front of these strangers right here."

When Sadie gently touched the front of her jeans, and looked down to see what he’d done, his dark chuckle snapped her focus back to him. Reveling in the moment, he opened his palm to show that he had a small black remote in his hand.

Sadie's eyes widened as the realization of what he'd put down her pants became obvious.

Jagger made a dramatic motion of his finger coming down to press the 'ON' button, and she yelped against the vibrations on her clit, dropping the bottle of liquor with a CRASH and earning several looks from the remaining few in the bar. Cool. Jagger smiled and pressed the remote again, kicking it up another notch.

"I'll watch the bar while you clean that up," he said and handed her a rag. “And you… you better put on your game face when you come back. I can assure you it's definitely giving us away right now."

Sadie blushed and watched as he sauntered back to tend the bar, slipping the remote in his front pocket. She crouched down, causing the vibrator to press hard against her clit with the positioning against the seam of her jeans. Wow. Sadie braced herself against a cooler and quickly cleaned up the mess, putting the glass pieces and dirty rag in a small trash bin. She was surprised she didn't cut herself because of how shaky she was.

"Sadie?!"

Sadie looked up from her spot on the ground, securely hidden from the bar's front entrance. Jagger gave her a sideways glance from where he was standing before her, as he popped open a few beers and handed them off to a couple of older gentlemen. There were a few seconds spent before pushing his long sleeves up his forearms, exposing a few of Sadie's favorite tattoos that he had. A quote from Aristotle, "We are what we repeatedly do, " woven with barbed wire and the bleeding roses that he constantly added to his left arm - he never explained why, but every so often, he would add another rose or two over the years. There had to be at least two dozen now, but he would just wink at her and say he 'always wanted to have a garden, but didn't have the time.'

Sadie gulped.

"Where's Sadie?"

It was Travis.

Of course.

Of course, he'd be here right now.

The universe hated her, she was sure.

Jagger angled his body directly in front of her, shielding her from Travis's inquiring eyes.

"Hey, Travis. Wasn’t expecting you tonight." Jagger's tone was brisk.

Travis grabbed a seat at one of the stools and leaned in, elbows resting on the bartop as his hands massaged his temples. "Where is she, Wilder? She's supposed to be working today and won't answer my calls."

Jagger shrugged. "Not sure I'm comfortable telling you after what happened this morning."

"She doesn't know what she heard," Travis said, clearly miffed that Jagger knew what had transpired between them before he had a chance to fix it. "It wasn't what it sounded like."

Raising a disbelieving eyebrow, Jagger leaned his hip against one of the coolers nestled under the bar top, unconsciously hitting the remote against it and turning the vibrations to another level.

Amazing.

There was another shift in his hips.

Fuck me.

Sadie's hand flew to her mouth to keep a scream from coming out as her other hand grasped Jagger's calf with the other. Jagger grunted in surprise and let out a loud cough. He then slammed a hand on the bar top to distract Travis from his outburst. "Look, Trav. I know exactly what we heard."

"We? Why were you with her?"

Desperate to get hold of a public orgasm at work, little Miss Sweetwater bit her lip and tried desperately to undo her jeans and take the damn thing out.

"Why weren't you?" Jagger bit back before answering his question sarcastically. "Oh yeah, you were busy fucking someone. And let's be honest here, Trav. It's not the first time you've done it, is it?"

Travis launched over the bar top, grabbing Jagger by the collar of his shirt and pulling him onto the hard surface. "You better watch your mouth, Wilder!"

The remote was pressed again, sending Sadie's body into overdrive, and a scream tore through her throat. Holy Shit.

Both of the men paused, not being able to deny the fact that Sadie was under the bar.

"Sadie?" Travis called over the bar, releasing his hold on Jagger. He watched as she stood behind the Serpent Pit owner, eyeing her unbuttoned jeans.

"The fuck -"

Sadie interrupted him, the vibrator raging inside her soaked folds, leaving her voice thick. "Travis, we don't need to talk about anything," she gritted out. "I'm not even mad. We weren't working. I knew this, and now you knew we weren't, too." She paused to catch her breath. "But you need to leave."

Sadie grabbed onto the counter, her body doubling over from the intense pleasure and almost painful sensation of trying not to cum in front of patrons and her boyfriend. Screw that, ex-boyfriend.

"I'm serious."

Impressed didn't even come close to how Jagger felt with how well she was handling the situation. That is, considering he never got to turn the bullet off. Travis was scrutinizing him so hard the moment the asshole walked through the door that he knew it was unwise to draw attention to anything. And that included reaching down to take the remote out of his pocket to turn it off, so he prayed she'd be able to keep herself in check.

He put his hand on her lower back in a supportive gesture, and his eyebrows shot up as he felt the vibrations under his hand.

Oh, fuck. That’s not right, Jagger thought as his usual collected demeanor changed, and he started; how high is this fucking thing turned up?

Sadie's head bowed, and her hair fell over her reddened face like a dark curtain of sunshine. Travis put his hands over hers, and she let out a primal growl, "Don't touch me."

Jagger needed to save her.

"You heard her." Lethal Lenny, the giant with the raging gray beard, and the other two playing pool had come over from all the commotion. "My friends will walk you out."

"Fine." He relented and started to turn away. "You were bringing me down anyway. Working at this shitty bar. Christ, you weren't even good in bed."

"Funny. That's what she said about you," Jagger interrupted. Travis tried to grab for him again, but Lethal Lenny grabbed him by his high school coaching sweater, and they began leading him out of the building.

"Have a good night, boss!" The youngest of the trio, Scales, yelled over his shoulder. "We got this."

The remaining few customers followed behind, and once everyone was out the door, Sadie turned into Jagger, clutching her arms around his neck and moaning into his chest.

"Fuck, Sweets. I didn't mean to." Jagger scrambled to get the remote from his pocket with one hand while the other held her around the waist, keeping her upright. "I'm turning it off, baby." He reassured her.

Sadie pulled back and gripped his raven hair, catching his gaze. "Don't you fucking dare."

Jagger dropped the remote with a final 'click' on the ground before lifting Sadie onto the back counter. Her back slammed into the shelves lined with bottles as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Kiss me." She begged, fingers digging into his scalp as she tried to pull his face to hers. The storm inside was rising up through her body, unable to withstand any more assault on her hot center, and her clit was screaming against the onslaught of prolonged stimulation. Jagger's mouth crashed down upon hers as her back arched into him, not unlike in the freezer the night before.

But this time, she was coming undone in his arms.

I'm going to die.

Their kiss was frenzied, eager, and filled with such pent-up emotion it sent Sadie entirely over the edge. She screamed his name inside his open mouth while he gripped her hips so hard he was sure she'd wear the mark of his fingertips for weeks. As Sadie's orgasm rippled through her, Jagger brought her back onto the floor so he could still hold her. Watching as she panted, he grabbed the remote off the floor, turning it off and relieving Sadie.

"Christ, Jag," Sadie whispered, pushing herself away from him as she collected herself. She finished unzipping her jeans and fished the bullet from her wet depths.

"I think this belongs to you," she said, handing it over to Jagger, who was warring with himself on whether or not to take her on top of the goddamn bar. But she said no touching. And they were already pushing that limit with their kiss.

And holy hell, what a kiss .

Jagger took a shuddering breath. "Thank you," He murmured and ran his open mouth along the black silicone toy, her juices catching the neon lights flickering around them. A low growl escaped his throat, and his eyes closed as he savored her taste.

Stunned silence filled the bar as she watched him, suddenly feeling self-conscious as he cleaned the vibrator thoroughly with slow laps of his tongue. "It's closing time, so uh…" She shifted on her feet, feeling slightly uncomfortable from the wetness in her jeans.

Jagger looked expectantly at her. "You want me to close up while you clean up?" He offered, placing the toy in his pocket.

Sadie nodded.

Jagger nodded back, "Of course."

Sadie started making her way to the bathrooms, stumbling on what felt like sea legs from the forceful orgasm she just had in her friend's arms. She could hear Jagger collecting the empty beer bottles from around the bar.

"Um, Jag?" She stalled. "Do you want to watch a movie or something tonight?"

Jagger paused his task and looked over at her. She wasn't facing him, but her hands fisted at her sides.

"Like old times?" He asked, his voice sounding hopeful.

God, she loved him like this.

"Like old times," Sadie agreed and started walking again, but you could hear the smile in her voice when she spoke next.

"And then afterward, maybe we can talk about the sex dungeon you have hidden in the storage room."