Asa (Marked Men #6)(61)

Bringing up the icy-looking blonde shifted the mood of the conversation from mellow to something more intense. He told me Sayer had hired him to fix up her crumbling Victorian. He was obviously interested in the pretty lawyer and seemed slightly annoyed by the fact. It was really cute—well, as cute as a guy that was as masculine and burly as Zeb could be. We chitchatted until Dixie wandered over and told us that she was done and wanted to lock the door on her way out. Zeb told her he would walk her to her car as we all got to our feet.

I looked over to the bar, where Asa had braced his arms wide apart and was watching all of us. I smiled at him a little sloppily and he lifted a hand to crook a finger at me, beckoning me toward him.

I let out a breath and felt my heart flutter. “Holy hell, is that hot.”

Dixie snickered next to me and Zeb chuckled. She tugged the big guy’s arm. “Yeahhhhh … and that’s our cue to go. Have a good night, Royal.”

I absently waved at her and started toward the bar. Asa pushed off the bar rail and grabbed something from the back shelf behind him. When I reached the bar he had turned off most of the lights except for the ones that lit up the actual bar top and the space behind it. He had also come around the other side, so when he got to where I was waiting, he dropped his head and gave me a stinging kiss that made me grab on to the front of his plaid shirt with both hands.

“Everything go okay between you and Ayd?”

His voice was gruff as he pulled out a couple of the bar stools to make space at the bar for us and set down a small, squat bottle of something. I was more than a little bit drunk, so I just nodded and moved easily when he suddenly turned and put his hands on my waist to lift me up. I squeaked in surprise when he turned with me trapped in his grip and set me down on the edge of the bar with my legs dangling over the edge. He put his hands on either side of my hips and looked at me closely since we were eye to eye.

“Seriously. I know you were worried about what she was going to say about us spending time together and she can be pretty fierce when she wants to be.”

I leaned forward and shoved my hands into his thick, blond hair and sighed. “She loves you so much. She wants you to have a good life.”

I bent just a little bit so I could kiss him on the end of his nose.

“You have to be a good person in order to have a good life, so I think that’s a bit of a stretch.” His words rumbled out of his chest as he took a step closer to me, which forced my legs apart to make room for him. His words made me so sad that I suddenly wanted to cry, but that also could have been fueled by the copious amounts of tequila I had consumed over the night.

“There is good mixed in with all the bad, Asa. You just refuse to see it or acknowledge it.” He grunted at me and then skimmed his hands under the hem of the blousy, off-the-shoulder shirt I had worn over leggings for girls’ night. His palms were warm and rough as they traveled over my ribs, taking the fabric with them. My hair poofed up and fell in a static-y mess around my now-naked shoulders. His gaze went molten as it traveled over my bared torso and my breasts encased in a lacy, purple bra.

“I see you, Royal. There is so much good in you that I never really know what to do with it.”

His hands snaked around behind me and hit the clasp on my bra. It took my sluggish brain a second to realize what his intent was as I was suddenly topless on top of the bar. I gasped a little and my gaze automatically shot to the series of black orbs secured to the ceiling that hid the surveillance cameras I knew were all over the place. I automatically went to lift my arms to cover myself up but he wouldn’t let me.

“Asa, Big Brother is watching.” I sounded a little strangled because he had leaned forward and was rubbing the tip of his nose against the puckered peak of one breast.

“I’ll take care of it. You don’t even want to know what I walked in on Brite and Darcy doing in the storeroom, and I guarantee that I knock whenever Cora is here and the back office door is closed. Not to mention the penchant my sister seems to have for disappearing into bathrooms with Jet. I want to have a drink before I take you home. Just roll with it, Red.”

I whimpered a little as he turned his attention to the other nipple and moved his hands to my backside to pull me closer to the edge of the bar, so the ridge in his pants was pressing tightly against my center.

“I need to be topless for you to have a drink?” His hair was like raw silk between my fingers, and now he was doing that swirling thing he did with his tongue around each nipple that made me forget my own name.

“You do.” He breathed the words across my now-damp flesh and it made me quiver from head to toe.

He took a slight step back and I felt like I was going to drown in the rivers of whiskey desire that made up his liquid-gold gaze. He put a hand in the center of my chest and nudged me backward until I was braced on my hands and my head was almost hanging over the other side of the bar. I couldn’t see his face anymore at this angle but his reflection was clear in the mirror that ran all the way behind the bar. He was looking at me like he wanted to own me. The look on his handsome face was enough to have my core going liquid and clenching in want, aching with a need so sharp it almost hurt.

“Asa?” He shushed me as he traced a random pattern across the taut skin of my stomach with the blunt edge of his fingernail. I stiffened automatically when his fingers hooked under the stretchy top of my leggings. “What exactly are you doing?”