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TWENTY-NINE

HARKIN

In The Dark - Breaker

G ypsy’s is packed full, and the noise of the bar immediately puts my back up as soon as we step inside. James said they’d meet us here after he tried to dissuade me from the outing. But Keira was too excited, and the moment she texted Stacey, there was no way he was getting out of it.

“Do you see them anywhere?” I yell in Keira’s ear as I push her past the groups of people surrounding the few tables at the back.

“There!” She points toward the bar.

The two of them aren’t hard to miss. Stacey doesn’t fit in at the dive rock bar with her outfit that screams I should be uptown at a swanky hotel top bar. Then there’s James, with his stiff posture and crossed arms. He looks like he should be guarding the door or a princess. I suppose, in a way, he is.

Keira reaches for Stacey's shoulder, and they squeal as if they didn’t see each other yesterday. James acknowledges me with our typical greeting. They already have their drinks, so I head to the bar and flag down the bartender.

I wasn’t sure if John was still working here, but when he turns in my direction, the fucker lights up at seeing me. “Hey, man, long time.”

“Yeah, that one’s been keeping me busy.”

“Damn, is that the same girl you were here with last time I saw you?”

“Shocking, I know.”

“Fuck, you can say that again.” He laughs. “What can I make for you?”

“Jack and Coke and a bottle of water.”

He hands our drinks over quickly, and I slide my card to him, leaving a tab open for Keira. The group moved closer to the stage, but as the break between bands dragged on, the crowd started to thin out, which made it easier for me to get back. The house music played through the speakers, but it felt much quieter compared to the energy of a live performance.

“Here you go, sweetness.”

She takes a swig of the dark, bubbling liquid, and her eyes widen. “Actually letting the reins loose for the night?”

“Loose, but not completely off. Understood?” I ask with a raised eyebrow.

Her body presses closer as she leans up on her toes to whisper in my ear. “Are you sure? I was hoping to reenact our last time here. I’m sure the office is free, or we could try the bathroom this time.”

I snort out a huff of laughter. “Let’s see how the night goes.”

Slinking back to Stacey’s side, she keeps her eyes on me as they return to their conversation.

“You might have been right,” James says.

“I’m right about a lot of things. You’ll need to be more specific.”

He shoots me an unimpressed look. “About coming out. I think Stacey needed it, too.”

“Are you ever going to admit to me that there’s more than just a hook-up happening between you two?”

His eyes shift to the woman in question, who’s cackling at something Keira said. “It’s about to become much more than that,” he says ominously.

Before I can hound him further, the mic cracks, and the lead singer of the next band introduces themselves to the crowd. They’re an interesting mix of metal and EDM, but not too hard on the ears. The girls ditch us, shoving through the rowdy crowd to a spot in the middle.

We have a harder time making it through the throngs of jumping people, and I can see the irritation in my friend rising. When we find the girls, they’re both pulled in close, keeping them out of reach of any drunk wandering hands.

Keira’s body jostling against me, paired with her earlier comment, makes my dick thicken. Images of her shoved against a graffiti-covered bathroom stall, coming all over my cock, doesn’t help my predicament. I bat them away, trying to focus on the music. This night is for her to relax and let loose with Stacey. But a man can only do so much when his body automatically reacts to the goddess in his arms.

She eventually notices, turning around in my arms and throwing hers around my neck. “Are you going to keep teasing me all night, or are you going to take me somewhere to fuck me?”

Her brazen attitude has everything to do with the fact that we’re in public, and she’s had more to drink tonight than she has in months. I wonder how she’d react if I let her continue this little power trip.

“You want me to treat you like an easy whore and fuck you in the bathroom, little one?”

At the offer, her eyes bore into mine. That plump bottom lip catches between her teeth after her tongue drags along it. The crowd is thick, the music drowning out their existence. My fingers close around her exposed waist, pulling her into my chest. My other hand squeezes between us, shoving down the front of her jeans. Those lust-filled orbs grow wide at the unexpected intrusion, not that she minds.

She’s bare beneath my fingers, her cunt wet and ready for my cock. I told myself it was just to see before I dragged her away to find a quieter place where we could have a few minutes alone, but I sink two fingers into her. She perks onto her toes, shoving into me and dropping a moan next to my ear.

“Harkin, please.”

“Please, what, sweetness?”

“Please take me somewhere and fuck me hard.”

My chest bounces with a chuckle. I rip my hand free from its warm confines, looking between us to ensure everything’s in place. I nudge James and let him know we’ll return soon. He just shakes his head, knowing damn well we’re not looking for another round of drinks.

I drag Keira behind me, heading down the dark hall that houses the office we christened last time. Instead of turning right into the women’s restroom, we slip up the back stairwell used for the lighting and sound crews on the upper balcony of the bar.

“Harkin, where are we going?” Keira calls behind me.

“We’re almost there,” I shout back, but I don’t know if she can hear me over the thudding of the drums.

I find what I’m looking for at the end of the narrow hallway: the bright red emergency sign above a secluded door. Thankfully, it’s unlocked, and when I push it open to step through, the metal of the fire escape creaks under me. These things have always seemed untrustworthy, but I know the city has strict regulations on them for businesses.

“Harkin, what the hell are we doing out here?” Keira asks, following me onto the narrow platform.

“You know I’m a possessive man, little one. Did you think I’d let a crowd of drunk bargoers hear your cries of pleasure?” I ask, pushing her back against the metal door as soon as it slips shut.

“And you think out here, where anyone could see us instead of in a closed stall, is better?”

I turn my head left. The only thing in that direction is the closed-off brick walls of an alleyway, with trash collecting in the bar’s bins below. To the right, the street bustles with foot traffic and the occasional taxi, but everyone is too busy moving about their night. They don’t take the time to look down the shadowed passageway.

“I like my chances,” I say with a grin, popping the button of her jeans.

My fingers return to her heat that’s still wet with her desire. Our exposure’s forgotten the second my thumb circles her clit. A keening groan echoes across the night, and I want to hear her scream so loud she drowns out the music pumping inside.

“How long do you think we have until Stacey starts looking for you?”

“Ten minutes, max.”

I’ll have her falling apart in eight. “Boot off, pants down.”

Her eyes grow wide, but she shoves me away to give her space to strip down. It would have been a great night for her to wear a skirt, but I won’t let her wardrobe dictate our ability to fuck. She toes off her boot, kicking it out of the way, but not too far that it’s in danger of falling to the ground below. As she shoves her jeans to her ankles and steps out of one side, my mouth waters to taste her sweet cunt. That’ll have to wait until we get home, when I can give her all the time and attention she deserves.

“No panties, huh? It seems like someone had plans before we even left the house.”

“A girl can dream. Or manipulate,” she whispers with a wicked smile.

When my jeans are unbuttoned, and my cock is free, she doesn’t wait, wrapping her leg around my waist to bring us together, and I sink home.

I capture her cries of pleasure, melding our lips together in a searing kiss. The fire escape creaks and groans under the jostling of our weight as I slam into her perfect cunt. The chilly night air brushes against my heated flesh, but it does nothing when her hot pussy’s wrapped around my cock.

“Fuck, little one. Dripping all over for me.”

Her cunt pulses at my words, and my balls tighten at the sign of her incoming orgasm. I reach between our bodies, my fingers gliding against her swollen clit. Her head hits the metal door with a thud at the added sensation. Even in the dark, I can see the racing pulse at her neck as we hurdle toward the finish line.

My fingers work in tandem with the rhythm of my hips snapping into her core. She’s so close to drenching my cock. The instant my teeth scrape against the sensitive flesh on her neck and dig in, she explodes, screaming her release into the dark abyss around us. She slumps into my arms, and my thrusts pick up speed, joining her on the other side.

Slipping free, my cum spills down her leg. I trace the mess back up her soft thigh, shoving my coated fingers back into her pussy. She twitches against intrusion, but sinks her hips further onto me.

“More,” she cries desperately.

I yank my fingers free of her needy cunt and give it a slap for good measure. My fingertips touch against her lips, and she sucks them clean eagerly while moaning at the taste of our combined release.

“You’ll get more later.” I wink and releasing her leg from my hip and moving to grab her forgotten boot. “Let’s go before they send out the calvary.”

She stumbles behind me, drunk on pleasure and the waning alcohol in her bloodstream. We make our way back down the narrow staircase leading to the bar's main floor. The band’s closing out another song. I check my watch and notice we were only gone for fifteen minutes, easily justifiable by a long bathroom line. It lights up anyway with a text notification from James. I could use another drink, and I’m sure Keira could too, but I don’t want him to start a scene, so I shoot off a quick text and pull my girl toward the bar.

“There you are!” Stacey’s voice breaks through the crowd while we wait.

Keira turns to her friend, and the evidence of our disappearance must be evident because Stacey bursts out in a boisterous laughter that battles the band for attention.

“You two are worse than rabbits, I fucking swear,” I hear her yell.

Nothing wrong with that. I think to myself.

We down another round, listen to the last few songs the band covers and head out. We all made it through a night out without the world crashing around us. It’s the calm before the storm; soon, all hell will break loose.