Hooked (Viking Bastards MC #1)(3)
It’s obvious this guy has only one thing on his mind. He’s not exactly subtle in the way he’s checking me out. Then again, I guess I’ve been doing the same to him. I can’t blame him for thinking I came here to hook up, but the truth is I’ve never had nameless sex in my life.
I take another quick sip of whiskey, but it isn’t just the alcohol that’s causing heat to pool between my thighs. Am I really considering going into the back room with him? That would be the most insane thing ever. He might murder me.
Except it’s not murder on his mind. Even I, with my unexciting sexual history, can see that.
“Sure of yourself, aren’t you?” It’s been years since I flirted with a complete stranger. My ex was kind of possessive that way. I shove his memory from my mind. It’s surprisingly easy, given that I’ve known him all my life. “If the convenience store were open, I’d be in there right now.”
He smirks, as though he doesn’t believe me. “Sure you would, princess.”
What did he just call me? I’m not sure whether he means it as an insult or not. It doesn’t stop me from wanting him.
Okay. I’ve admitted it. I’ll never say the words out loud, though.
Every girl deserves one bad boy in her past. My best friend Leah’s words echo in my head. It’s never been something I’ve craved. Safe and boring, that’s me—at least according to both Leah and my sister.
I’m sick of being safe and boring, of always having to live up to the expectations of my power-hungry family. For just one night I want to be crazy and reckless and do everything I’ve never done before. Because if I’m sure of one thing, it’s that sex with this guy will be anything but vanilla.
Before I can talk myself out of it, I take another long swallow of the whiskey and it burns me all the way down to my sensitive clit. One wild f*ck then I’ll make my phone calls and be out of here with nothing but a dirty memory.
Lust and shock at my daring pound through me as I tip my head and give him what I hope is a sultry come-hither look. “Okay. I’ll dry off in your back room.”
Chapter Two
Grace
His grin borders on a smirk, as though he knew all along I was a sure thing. Since I’ve never been a sure thing in my life, this should annoy me but instead it fills me with filthy thoughts that I’ve never allowed to surface before.
He plucks the half-empty glass from me and takes my hand. Electric thrills skitter over my skin, and I curl my fingers around his as he leads me across the room. I know everyone’s staring, and I should be sinking through the floor with mortification, but I’m not. It’s exciting.
Who am I? It’s like Grace Mulholland stayed in the car, and this is my naughty little alter ego who’s come out to play.
He pushes open a door and the smell of fresh paint hits me. Without releasing my hand, he flicks on the light and kicks the door shut behind us. I blink at the blinding light, which is way too bright, and I hope he doesn’t think I’m getting naked in here. There’s a pool table in the center of the room and a couple of shabby sofas along the far wall, which looks unnaturally pristine compared to the rest of the walls.
“Must be your lucky night.” His sexy growl in my ear manages to make me forget about the seediness of the room, and I hitch in a ragged breath. “This room’s usually packed with my brothers.”
Just because I plan on doing this guy the way I’ve never done a guy before, doesn’t mean I’ve gone completely crazy. I’m not up for an orgy, even if all his brothers are as hot as him. Before I can stop myself I glance back at the door. “Shouldn’t you lock it?”
His laugh is rough and smoky and sends shivers racing along my spine. “No one’s coming through that door, unless they want to lose their balls.”
He hooks his thumb under the strap of my purse and drops it to the floor. There’s a cocky smile on his face as he takes my hand again and tugs me toward him. I drop my umbrella and glide my palm over his bicep, the way I wanted to since the second I saw him.
He’s rock hard. If the rest of his body matches up, tonight’s going to be one of the best of my life.
If only I didn’t look like a drowned rat. I snatch my hand back and self-consciously fuss with my hair. I hope my mascara lives up to its tsunami-proof reputation…
He shoves one big hand through my hair and grasps my head. I gasp in shock. No one’s ever grabbed me like that before, and my mind’s saying no way, but my body loves it.
“You having second thoughts, princess?”
Yes. No. “You’re pulling my hair.” I can’t believe how breathy and sexy my voice sounds. And I wasn’t even trying.
“You got a problem with it?” Instead of releasing me, he wraps my hair around his fist. It’s primitive, and I’m not sure I should be enjoying it, but to hell with that. Tonight is all about doing things I’ve never done before, and I sure as heck have never had sex with a Neanderthal.
“No.” The tiny part of my mind that’s trying to haul me back to sanity quivers in disbelief at my response, but there’s no denying how much this is turning me on. I don’t have to justify any of it to anyone, and it’s not like I’m ever going to see him again after tonight, so it doesn’t matter if he knows how much I like this.