Falling For His Badass Page 4

  “Yes” is the only word I say before I drain my beer. Lizzy’s sensual moves stirs that something inside my gut and groin that no one else has ever awakened before and I watch her maneuvering just out of reach of the dude she’s dancing with. I begin recounting my mission to Jeff with my eyes glued on her.

  I’m just getting to the first encounter with the insurgents when I realize another man has joined them. He slides up behind Lizzy, cutting her retreat off from the first dude, but she isn’t aware yet. The first dude reaches for her, and as she tries to dance away, she dances right into the second dude. I sense this isn’t the first time they have done this. I sit up in my chair and watch concerned for her. Pinned between them, she stops dancing and looks for a way out. When the first dude grabs her arm, jerking her body against his, and the second dude prepares to grind her from behind, I stand up. My jaw sets, “Later, Jeff.”

  “Let me know if you need my help. I’ll send my boys over there.”

  “I got this.” I tell him and walk onto the dance floor. As I weave my way to Lizzy, I manage to keep my cool by repeating, ‘She’s not my girl. She’s not my girl.’ But when I see her struggling to push him away, I lose it. ‘She’s not my girl … yet.’

  Matt’s dancing has turned to full on groping. His hand is squeezing the piss out of my tit, and now Greg has joined in my assault. He has grabbed a handful of my ass.

  “Let me go,” I yell, but they are too drunk to care. I try to shove Matt as hard as I can, but he only laughs at me. Then Greg grabs a handful of my hair, stopping me in my tracks.

  “Don’t fight us, little girl. We are going to make all your dreams come true.”

  My eyes flare with fright and Matt laughs, thinking Greg’s words have scared me, but it’s not that. Through the dancers, I spot B.A. His frown and the intensity on his face is mean as hell! When B.A. clears the last dancer between us, he stops short. He doesn’t say anything to me. He just stares into my eyes with those beautiful green eyes, framed by those long dark lashes. Relief floods my body knowing I will be rescued, and I take a deep breath. B.A. smiles at me, and I melt with the gentleness I see on his face.

  Then the ruthless look returns, and he steps up, staring into Greg’s eyes while he grabs Matts shoulder, and spins him around. Then he turns that vicious face that says ‘back the fuck off, boys’ and I swear I hear him growl. Greg immediately releases my ass and I feel him back away, but Matt is too drunk to give it up without talking smack. “Take a hike, hero. We found her first.”

  B.A. bows up and towers over us, and I realize he isn’t the kind of man who ever backs down. Not wanting a fight to break out, I step around Matt and walk up to B.A. I put my hand on his chest, and his eyes find mine. The connection between us is electric. He forgets all about Matt who is still mouthing off and opens his arms to me. I slide into them and my heart stops beating as he lowers his perfect sculpted lips to mine. I stop breathing altogether, when he whispers, “Forgive me, Lizzy, but ….” Then his lips touch mine and my knees buckle with the gentleness of his touch, the sweetness of his taste, and the intoxication of his alpha maleness. His response to my weakness is to pull me tight against his body. I part my teeth for him, and he inserts his tongue, kissing me deeply and completely. My entire being tunes into his dominance, shutting out everything else. When I cling to him, he relaxes and lets his tongue explore my mouth, knowing he is owning me. When my arms move up his chest to embrace his neck, his hands respond by sliding to the small of my back and crushing my body against his. His kiss becomes more passionate and I feel like I’m drowning in my own desire, wanting more of him to own more of me. I know I will never find another man who can kiss me so completely.

  When he finally lifts his mouth off mine, I don’t know how long we have kissed, but a new song is playing. I open my eyes and stare into his. He smiles that cute boyish grin and I know he knows that I am not only hot and horny for him, but that he was in total control. “I think I scared them off.” He says as his hands rest on my waist.

  I glance around. “It would appear that way.” I look back up at him. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome.” B. A. smiles gently down at me. “I’m glad I realized you were … uncomfortable.” He says softly.

  “I’m glad you did too.” I look back at the bar and see Matt and Greg glaring at us. A chill runs down my spine when I realize how bad that could have turned out if B.A. hadn’t intervened.

  My dick is so hard it hurts. Staring down at Lizzy with the taste of her still in my mouth, it’s hard not to take control of her again. My hands refuse to let her go wanting to pull her back into my embrace. She’s looking at the bar. I look up to see the two men I scared off glaring at us. Motherfuckers! I should beat their ass for them. Lizzy begins to tremble. I look down at her sweet face and see the realization of what could have happened to her. My arm slides around her waist again, and I pull her tight to me. When her body presses against mine, she lays her face against my chest. My arm tightens and her trembling stops. I lean over and ask,” What say you and I get out of here and get some fresh air?”

  She nods.

  Keeping her safe, I lead her through the dancers to the elevator. While we wait on it to arrive, I call the bouncer over. Without releasing Lizzy, I give him a quick description of what went down and who they are. “Better keep your eyes on those two. They are up to no good.”

  He nods, pulls his radio out, and takes his post again.

  Lizzy squeezes me tight and I give her shoulder a short tight reassuring squeeze. When the elevator arrives, we board it with a crowd of others and ride silently to the Lobby. When we exit, she releases me, and walks out ahead of me, but when we enter the lobby, she turns to me and I see her hesitation. Knowing I’m not letting her go again, I walk up to her, throw my arm around her shoulders and lead her out the front door. She follows willingly and when she slides her arm around my waist, I know she trusts me. Leading her away from the hotel, I take her down the sidewalk to stroll past the restaurants. When we’ve past two establishments, we come upon a Dairy Queen, and I ask her, “Want some ice cream?”

  She looks up at me and says with a sweet smile. “Sure.”

  I open the door for her, and she walks in. She waits for me to join her, but she doesn’t slide back inside my embrace. We walk up to the counter and I ask her. “Do you have a favorite?”

  “Of course,” she laughs. “A Hot Fudge Sunday, please.” The sound is beautiful, and I see the confident woman I saw at my brother’s house return.

  I step up to the counter, order hers with a vanilla cone for myself. She teases me. “Vanilla is boring.”

  I chuckle. “That’s not necessarily true. All flavors begin with vanilla. So, in reality, vanilla is the foundation for the rest of the flavors because it’s pure.”

  She squints her eyes and looks at me with new appreciation. I chuckle to myself. Nope, I’m not just brawn, I’ve got a brain too.

  After I pay, we are given a number, and I ask Lizzy where she would like to sit. “Outside.”

  I bow slightly and wave my hand, “After you.”

  She smiles, twirls around, and twitches her cute little ass to a place on the patio that’s secluded. When she chooses a chair, she reaches for it, but I lean over her, intercept her hand, and pull her chair back for her to sit. Her smile tells me manners are important to her, and I scored more brownie points.

  B.A. pulls the chair out across from me, but before he can sit, our ice cream order is called. Watching him walk back to the counter, I study him. Fuck! He’s unbelievably good-looking, totally swoon-worthy, and his kiss was so velvety and smooth!

  He takes my cup and his cone, then heads back to me. Unable to resist, he lifts his ice cream to his mouth, sticks his tongue out, and drags a nice long lick from bottom to top. Instantly, I tingle, knowing I want that tongue doing that to my pussy. I look down, trying not to give my thoughts and feelings away. I don’t want him getting the wrong idea about the kind of girl I am after
what just happened to me. I was careless, but I’m not easy.

  I shudder again thinking about what could have happened. Greg and Matt could have …. Stop! Don’t let those horrible thoughts get inside your head. Thank God, B.A. is the kind of man who is willing to take action and step up to defend someone when they need it.

  I look up at him, and smile. He’s the kind of man women like me dream of. Suddenly, the truth of that thought clears the fog of desire from my mind. Men like him don’t notice women like me, much less hookup. He’s too awesome and I’m nothing special. I feel the air leave my chest. The all too familiar depression fills the pit of my stomach. He’s not flirting with me! He’s feeling sorry for me! For crying out loud, he apologized before he kissed me! His kiss was just to get rid of Greg and Matt without a fight. His attention is because he looks at me as a victim and he rescued me from the bad guys. I lower my head and cover my face. I moan softly, “I’m so fucking stupid!”

  “You aren’t stupid. They are.” He says it so matter-of-factly, I look at him.

  He thinks I’m talking about Greg and Matt, not myself. I smirk. He’s definitely a hero. I shake my head. “I’m the one who is stupid.”

  “Hey, let that go. Push it out of your mind,” B.A. says. “Those dudes need their asses kicked. Later on, I might just go back up there and handle that myself.” Sliding my ice cream cup to me, he adds. “Eat your ice cream. You’ll feel better.”

  He sticks his damn mouthwatering tongue out and licks his cone again and my pussy soaks itself. I can’t deny wanting him, even if he doesn’t want me. Just being with him makes me feel better. I pull the ice cream to me and begin to eat it.

  We sit in silence while I take my time. Not wanting to be alone. Not wanting to say goodbye to B.A., I study my cup while I slowly spoon the sweet treat past my lips, lay it on my tongue, and savor the flavor. He’s right. The ice cream makes me feel better.

  About halfway through, I realize every time I open my lips, his eyes are locked onto them. I chance a quick glance up and find them hooded with desire. Maybe he will give me a sympathy fuck. Gawd, I blush, I’ll take it however he’s offering it. I lick my lips, and he shifts in his seat, then when I lock eyes with him, he smirks, not hiding the look of desire, then bites his cone, teasing me. “Feeling better?”

  “Yes,” I smile back. “Thanks.”

  “No problem.” He answers before he shoves the remainder of the cone in his mouth.

  I may not be anything special any other night of the week, but tonight I obviously am. Tonight, I was a maiden in distress and my knight in shining armor came to my rescue. Nothing wrong with thanking him for his service. I smirk, again. Nothing wrong at all with that.

  I sit back in my seat, stretch my legs out in front, and ease the pressure of my pants on my erection. Watching the sensual way Lizzy eats her ice cream has my cock throbbing with the need to be consumed like that. Her pouty lips are puckered perfection, and the way her mouth gently sucks the spoon before she rolls it across her tongue, then slides it out, and starts the seduction again, is driving my mind mad with thoughts of how wild her blow jobs must be. By the time she’s taken the last bite, I’ve formulated my plan on how I’m going to take her back to her room and pound her sweet little pussy into a mound of moaning muscle and make her mine.

  “Lizzy?”

  “Yes?” She looks up at me with those big beautiful eyes.

  “Would you like to go back to the bar and dance the night away with me?”

  She squints suspiciously, then she asks, “Why?”

  I frown at her. “Why?”

  “Yes, why? Do you really want to dance?”

  Christ Almighty! I can’t answer that truthfully. Hell no! I really want to take you to bed and fuck your brains out, but I can’t say that. I decide to answer semi-truthfully and diplomatically. “Only if you do.” I wait for her answer, but she’s silent, so I gamble and explain further. “If you want to dance, I’ll take you back to the bar, and dance all night with you. Not because I particularly like to dance, and not because you need me to be safe, but because the way your beautiful body moves to the music promises a night spent in your bed will be a night spent without sleep, and I’m hoping one thing will lead to the other.” I grin at her, then wink.

  She blushes a deep, perfect, shade of hotness. I stand up, take the ice cream cup from the table, and walk to the trash receptacle to dispose of it. When I turn back, she has followed me, and I nearly knock her down again. Reaching out, I grab her shoulders to stabilize her. We stare at each other for what feels like forever, then she whispers, “You had me at ‘Oomph.’” Her shy smile makes my heart thump as hard as my dick, then she steps into my arms, and offers her perfect pouty lips.

  B.A.’s deep green eyes close as he lowers his face to mine and his sculpted lips part just before they kiss me. His soft lips caress mine, before he slips his tongue inside. Umm, the taste of him is better than any succulent dessert I’ve ever eaten, and my mouth waters with his deliciousness. His hands slide around my waist, and they pull me roughly, hungrily, against the wall of his body.

  He takes his time and explores my mouth, and I let him. His breath, as it flows gently across my cheeks makes me aware that my essence is tuned into to his and enhances the closeness of the moment. His fingers flex, kneading my back to a rhythm that promises his thrusting tempo will have me shivering with more than one orgasm. His tongue, as it travels in and out, around and around, promises he knows what he’s doing, and I will be begging him to give me everything he has later tonight. But it’s the power in his kiss that speaks to my soul on a much deeper level than anyone I’ve ever been with before. He is a man I will need, and that scares me.

  When he finally stops kissing me, his hands cup my face, and his eyes take possession of mine. I stare into his completely owned and they assure me, I am beautiful, special, and worthy of a man like him.

  Without another word, he laces our fingers together, and I feel bonded to him. He leads me back to the hotel in silence, and for the first time in my life, I don’t feel the need to know anything about the man I’m giving myself to. He is a hero, and that is enough.

  Walking with Lizzy back to the hotel, feeling her small, soft hand in mine, trusting me without knowing me, is nothing short of exhilarating. I look down at her and my heart softens with her smile.

  When we enter the lobby, Jeff is standing there surrounded by a small group of men. He flags me down, and Lizzy and I walk over. He steps away from the group to speak to us. He looks at Lizzy and smiles, but doesn’t let on he knows anything about her, then he looks at me with an intensity that says introductions will have to wait. His voice is stern, business like, and I see the legend in action. “B.A., I just received a call. A friend of mine needs my services.”

  I nod toward the group of men, “These guys part of your team?”

  “Yeah, we’re assembling for a briefing before we fly down.” He sticks his hand out. “We’ll catch up later.”

  “No worries, brother. It was good seeing you.” I clasp it, then give him a bro hug, “Good luck. Hope the mission is successful.”

  He nods, “It will be.”

  I look the group over as he returns to them. There are four men. One is short and stocky, two are medium height and lean, one is medium height and bulked up. They briefly give me eye contact, sizing me up as well, then focus on their leader. Jeff starts to talk as soon as he returns.

  I look down at Lizzy. Her eyes are big as saucers, but she doesn’t say a word. I take her little hand in mine again, and we walk over to the elevator to wait. When it arrives and the doors open, the two douche bags that were working on having a threesome on the dance floor with Lizzy have found a willing woman, based on the giggling she is doing.

  I feel Lizzy tense up, so I put my arm around her shoulder, and pull her against my body. She hugs herself tight against me, and her tits press into my ribs. Instantly, my cock is hard again. I close my eyes and savor the moment. I have never
had a woman who turns me on with such a simple touch.

  “Hey, you!” A man shouts too loud for the space.

  I open my eyes to see the dark haired one has stopped right in front of us and is gawking at Lizzy. I frown at him and clench my teeth.

  He slurs, “It’s not too late. You can still join in on the fun.”

  As I raise my hand to block any attempt his stupid drunk punk ass might try, I growl at him. “Back off.”

  He glances up at me, but his eyes are glazed. He’s more than drunk. He’s stoned. “But you’ll have to ditch the gorilla. I don’t think he will play nice.”

  The giggling girl smiles at us, “No, I don’t think he shares.” Then she takes his arm and pulls him away. “Come on, daddy, mama wants to play.”

  The three of them stumble off, laughing. I look down at Lizzy who is still snuggled up against me. She whispers, “Thanks again for being my ….”

  I laugh, “Gorilla?”

  She laughs too. Then releases my waist, takes my hand, and we follow the crowd into the waiting elevator. She maneuvers us to the back, then ends up standing in front of me. Her scent wafts up with her essence and she smells like a woman should. Sweet, like flowers. I rest my hands on her shoulders and breath deep as my thumbs absentmindedly stroke her soft skin. The urge to nip her neck is hard to resist, but I do. I’m a disciplined soldier and the elevator is crowded. This isn’t the place for that level of seduction.

  When the elevator begins to move, Lizzy leans against me, relaxed. My cock begins to grow again, wanting desperately to touch her skin to skin. I know she can feel it pressing against her ass. “Umm,” slips past my lips when she pushes back. She tilts her head, letting her straight hair fall off her shoulder, exposing her neck to me. My grip tightens, resisting the temptation to at least kiss her there. When she arches her back, and rubs her ass against my now hard cock, I lose the battle of wills between discipline and desire. My hand eases into her thick, silky, strands at the nape of her neck and I curl my fingers around them. Controlling her movement, I lean forward and turn her face to kiss, knowing I will definitely hammer her nice big ass tonight until she comes again and again for me.