Chapter 9 EIGHT

She's a wild child.

Even after she was gone, the thought of her occupied his mind. Grim's dick felt harder than it had in ages, and he wasn't exactly lacking in sex.

He was lucky he didn't lose control and fuck her hot ass right there on the concrete's frying pan heat. The thought swelled his cock even more, picturing himself fucking her over and over, making her his in reality, until she was thanking him for picking her out of the diner crowd.

Of course, it's a ridiculous fantasy. That kind of girl would never choose a guy like him. Certainly not in a public setting such as a gas station.

Then there was the kiss...

He called it a fluke. She was attempting to brag, to demonstrate that she wasn't all goody two-shoes and college. And it wasn't a bad-tasting fluke, either.

Grim was aware that his physical appearance had an effect on women, and that other men were simply not like him. However, this was the first time he could recall a woman having such an impact on him.

He walked around the bike after he finished filling it up, looking for any flaws in the chrome or the machinery. The kick bars would need to be polished soon, and his back tire was showing more wear than he preferred.

Through the window of the gas station, he saw Rhian emerge from the restroom, surrounded by a trio of young men. They were in their early twenties and dressed in typical shit-kicker garb-expensive boots and cowboy hats, dime store shirts and jeans.

One pressed up against her against the soft drinks in the long fridge that ran along the wall. When she moved away, the other obstructed her path. They were all smiling, hands outstretched, and asking her to calm down.

Grim's mind was filled with hard and furious possession. They were fucking with his old lady.

That was a blunder.

His steps were heavy and loud as he stormed into the store. The shit-kickers looked at him, their eyes opening slightly and then widening as Grim approached. They were all solid-sized boys with meat-and-potatoes diets, but Grim was a full-grown man.

Given Grim's rage, one of them wasn't as terrified as he should have been. "Can I assist you, bud? I'm speaking with this lady right now."

"If you have something to say to my old lady, say it in front of me," Grim said. "All right, then. Speak with her."

Rhian's expression was a muddled mix of dissatisfaction and relief. He wasn't sure how much of it belonged to him.

"Is that your woman?" said the youngster. "Well, I was just saying...she looked good in that outfit."

"You think my old lady looks good, don't you?" " He towered over the other man, standing a head taller. "Would you like to fuck her?" Is this what you're saying right now? "

"Stevie, let's go, man," a wise one said as he drew his friend away.

"I can say whatever I want," Stevie declared. "Isn't it a free country?" "

When he looked at Stevie, squinting his eyes and tilting his head, he resembled a smaller version of Eagle.

Grim snatched his neck and yanked him off his feet. His friends followed Grim as he dragged him out of the store, kicking and choking him, and threw him onto the concrete. He followed it up with a hard kick to the ass-luckily for Stevie, he hadn't aimed for his ribs. They would have shattered like a shard of glass.

"There ain't nothin' free about my woman," Grim said. "And if I see you talking to her again, I'll shove your teeth down your throat so far that the next time you go to the dentist, he'll have to cut you open."

They had all left.