I put my hand on her elbow and guide her back to the bar. Mickey offers his hand to help her onto the seat, and I gently place mine on her waist to help her up. She wiggles to get comfy, and Mickey discretely passes me a wet wipe to clean the blood off my knuckles. Wiping them clean, she lifts her double and tosses it back. Then slams the empty shot glass on the bar, shaking her head, and swirling her hair. She fists her chest three times due to the burn, blinks back the tears, and croaks, "Damn! Fame can be dangerous!"
Mickey and I laugh as I pass the bloodied wipe back to him. Thankful she's handling being accosted as well as my overprotective response, without an emotional meltdown, I rest my hand protectively on her waist, hoping she's not offended by my touching her, and that it reassures and steadies her even more.
I wave again to Erica.
4
Samaera
My racing heartis thumping in my chest. The drink helped, but his hand resting protectively on my back makes me feel calmer. That was a close call. If Bastian, the Beast, hadn't been there. I shudder and remind myself that's why I don't go to bars. The subway is bad enough to deal with, but bars are too confining.
Bastian's thumb strokes my back.My God! He literally growled at the man!
He's signaling the bartender again, so I check his body out in the mirror. He's tall, six-foot, two or three inches. With thick muscles, a broad chest, and a trim waist. His posture is commanding and confident. I bet people perceive him to be cocky. But he's not. He didn't make a scene. He handled the situation. There's a difference. That's competence.
A cocky man would have needed people to see him being the hero, proving his superiority by making my accoster stand down. But Bastian didn't have an ounce of showmanship in his defense of me. He simply came to my rescue and took care of business.
Growing up in rural Alabama with four older brothers, I've seen more than my share of fistfights, but I've never seen a man knocked out cold with a single punch!
Damn! That was impressive!
Bastian's hand moves across my back as he leans down to speak to me. Shivers run over my skin with the path of his hand. It stops comfortably around my waist and rests there while he invades my personal space. His aura seeps in as he approaches and awakens my senses before engulfing me completely in his essence. My entire body tingles with his closeness, and I take a deep breath to steady my turned-on chakra. But that backfires badly and sends me into a full-on aroused state.Hallelujah'sflying everywhere.
His body heat, along with his musky, manly scent, mingles with his cologne, and his soft breath, with the hint of beer, tickles the little white excited hairs on my neck. When he whispers 'Dixie' in my ear, my nipples harden and elongate with longing to be kissed and sucked by his gorgeous lips. All while my clit takes on a mind of its own and tingles maddeningly, creating an ache deep inside me with a need to be filled by him.
The rest of his words are lost when drunk from the liquor, the win, and the rescue, I turn my face and plant a kiss on his lips.
God, I knew he would taste like heaven!
He freezes but allows his lips to rest passively against mine, accepting my kiss. What started as a sweet thank-you kiss turns into an open invitation, when the tip of my tongue enters his mouth. My whole world flips upside down.
I never do shit like this!
His fingers on my waist constrict, gripping me hard, digging into my flesh, making sure I don't withdraw.
What have I done?
While his other hand brushes my nipples and skims the surface of my chest as it finds my throat, locking under my jaw and preventing me from turning my face away as his tongue takes over and fucks my face.
Holy, moly, Miss Molly!
I have never been kissed so completely before, and I melt in his arms, giving him what he asks for. To own my free will.
But he releases me as tenderly as he forced me and stares into my eyes, saving my soul from self-destruction. His respectful look is sobering, and he finishes asking his question, "Are you sure you're alright?"
I notice for the first time how green his eyes are. Like a cat's. Gorgeous.
The bartender clears her throat, then coughs to gain Bastian's attention. But he continues to stare into my eyes, reading what I know I can't hide, before he takes a step back, and completely withdraws from the moment. Standing up straight, he addresses her. "A round of drinks on the house to settle everyone down."
I take in a huge gulp of air, as reality returns, but I'm still flying high as a kite.
She nods and takes off to the other end of the bar, where she rings a brass bell and announces, "Let's salute our winner with another round! This one is on the house!"
Joy To The World by Three Dog Night begins to blast the crowd, and as everyone sings along, making their way to and from the bar for their free drink. Bastian reaches around me, placing one arm under my legs and the other around my back, and lifts me as if I weigh nothing. Cradling me for just a moment, he smiles inches from my face, and my heart skips a beat. I want to kiss him so badly again!
His eyes twinkle, "Your fans wish to thank you for their drinks."
Then he sets me on the counter. Trying desperately not to bust my ass, I rise as gracefully as I can. Hoping he doesn't see my creme-soaked panties.
