That was all I needed. Before she knew what was happening, I had her folded her over the seat of my Harley.
“What the hell are you doing!?” Naomi squeaked out in a shrill voice, while throwing her foot back. Kicking me in the shin with her over-priced shoe. “Let me go you brute!”
I learned two things, getting kicked with a pair of stilettos hurt like a bitch, and I really fucking liked the way she looked bent over my bike.
“You can’t do this to me!”
“Why?” I unbuckled my belt. “What the fuck are you going to do about it?”
Her struggles really picked up when I pulled the leather through the loops in my jeans. For added oomph, I whipped it through the air and cracked it off the ground.
“Oh my god! Get away from me!”
“Not a chance.”
I hadn’t felt this young in years. My blood was singing, sending adrenaline through my veins. Naomi fought, struggling against my hold. The fact that she thought she could get away was cute. Compared to the big fuckers I dealt with daily, her curvy body was nothing. It didn’t even take much effort. One hand between her shoulder blades, and the bitch was pinned.
I took a minute to lean back and admire the way her ass swayed against the green fabric of her silky dress. Fuck, I bet that ass would look great in a pair of jeans. If I didn’t hate the prissy bitch so much, I’d already be balls deep inside her, but she didn’t deserve my dick. I flicked my belt reminding myself that I wasn’t here to enjoy the view.
“If you hit me with that thing,” Naomi twisted her neck and turned her blazing glare my way. “My dad will destroy you.”
I snickered. Better men than him have tried.
“I wouldn’t worry about him Princess,” I bent over and softly growled in her ear. “I’m your daddy now.”
Images of that day replayed in my mind. It wasn’t the sound of my belt hitting her flesh, or the moans she tried to hide that stuck with me. It was what I said to her when I slid my hand over her lacy panties and felt how wet she was.
“You don’t deserve my dick.”
That was how I left her. Needy and pissed off with nothing but the marks on her ass and a single touch. I put the bitch in her place. And now she was here. In my city. Running over Reapers like it was a goddamn sport. Who the fuck did she think she was?
I pushed myself off the ground, and charged across the street, with my finger raised at the prissy cunt invading my space.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing here?”
Naomi stopped yelling at her friend and turned her glare my way. Instant recognition flashed across her face.
“You stay the hell away from me.”
Fuck that shit.
“Oh, you want me to stay away from you?” I stormed forward and pushed her back against the car. “You’re inmycity, running pricks down with a fucking car. Don’t tell me to stay the fuck away from you.”
“I didn’t run over anyone,” she snarled, getting right in my face.
Her breath wafted over my skin, warming my mouth and causing my dick to stir. For a brief second, all I could picture is what those pouty pink lips would look like wrapped around my cock.
“It’s not my fault Ava’s crazy.”
The driver cocked her hip and whined, “Hey.”
Both Naomi and I looked over at her and said, “Shut the fuck up.”
“Um boss,” Tanner interjected. “Maybe you should calm down.”
I turned my glare to Tanner and Mannix who were both staring at me with strange looks on their faces.
“Shouldn’t you two be doing something? Like finding out what the fuck Jax was doing in this place?”
