And who is he, anyway? I have a ton of questions that I want to ask him, but the look on his face tells me that we’re done here. He got what he wanted, and I guess that I should be glad that it was as good for me as it was for him.
“I, uh, I’ll go.” Before he can stop me, I turn and run for the door. It flies open at my touch and I’m thrown back out into the loud world of the Claw and Crown. There are so many people there that I have to shove through them.
The guy couldn’t follow me if he wanted to. Not that he’d want to, right? I risk a look behind me and he’s in the door to the back room, his dark eyes boring into me.
Fuck.
Turning, I push harder to make my way through the crowd. As soon as I get outside onto the sidewalk, I turn and look back, but he’s out of sight. It’s probably better that way, anyway. I’ve been here a year, I finally got laid, and now I can move on.
Wishing I had a coat, I rub my arms and start down the street. His cum is sliding down my inner thigh and I swear, glancing down to see if anyone can see it. I’m pretty sure they can’t, but I’m staring at my leg when the car pulls up next to me.
That’s why I don’t notice it at first.
It’s a sleek black thing with tinted windows. I couldn’t say if it was a Mercedes or a damn Jeep because I’ve never been interested in cars. All I know is that when the window rolls down, I step farther away from the road.
“I’m here to take you home.” The guy driving the car looks to be about sixteen and I have doubts about how long he’s had his license. Still, my place is a long walk from here and my feet are starting to ache.
“Who sent you?” I ask, without moving closer to him. There’s no way I’m just hopping in a strange car when I don’t know if I could be doing something stupid.
The boy looks surprised, like I should know who drives this car. At that moment, it starts to rain. I glance up at the sky, scowling, and hoping like hell that the owner of the car isn’t some damn rapist.
“Roque Torenti.”
That name means nothing to me. “Who?”
“Roque. The man from the back room.” The kid pauses for a moment while that sinks in. “Should I tell him that you don’t want a car?”
Just then, a huge clap of thunder tears through the city and I clap my hands over my ears. Thunderstorms and me? Not friends. Not since I was little and camping with my dad in the middle of a storm. He got drunk and I sat up all night sure that we were going to die.
Still. A thunderstorm? Or a car? Roque’s car.
What the hell kind of name is Roque?
Without really thinking about it, I throw open the backseat and slid in. As soon as I do, the clouds open up and it really starts to pour.
“Smart choice,” the kid says, rolling up his window. “Now, where do you want me to go?”
I tell him, even though part of me is screaming that it’s not a good idea. Is it really smart for me to tell this guy where I live? I’m sure he’ll tell Roque but…
There’s just something about Roque. I don’t want to think that I could ever have feelings for someone who would take me in the back room of a bar and then fuck me, but damn.
From the moment I saw him, I wanted him.
Leaning forward, I tell the kid my address. He pulls away from the sidewalk and I lean my head back, trying not to think about what it was like to have Roque’s cock in me.
Chapter 4
Roque
Sending the rookie driver to take Eva home maybe wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever had, but it seemed a hell of a lot smarter than having someone else hanging around here take her home. At least this way I know that she’ll be safe. The rookie doesn’t drink and is still so nervous about working for us that he’s afraid to do anything that we would consider a fuck-up. I want her for me, in one piece, and I knew that other guys wouldn’t be able to keep their hands off of her.
Especially my brother. I feel a flash of envy at the thought that Arlo got to see Eva first, even though he only held the door open for her when she was coming into the Claw. If he’d been around longer, I’m sure that he would have tried to talk to her, but I wouldn’t have let that happen. As soon as I saw her, I knew that she was mine. I guess that in that way Arlo and I are pretty alike, but the similarities end there.
Even so, I’m grateful that I get to spend the evening with him and the rest of the family. Last night at the bar? That was something different for me. I’m not one to take girls into the back room and fuck them, but there was something about Eva that made it so I simply couldn’t resist.
Her pouty little mouth, her tight little dress…fuck, the way I could tell that she had a hole in her heart that someone needed to fill? I really couldn’t resist, and now that I’ve had my cock in her, I can’t help but think about what it will be like to fuck her again.
My cock thickens in my pants as I think about bending her over the sofa in the back room and I have to reach down to readjust. It’s
