Chapter 3 I'm too focused on the woman in front of me

Wanting More

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Chapter 3

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Colt 🍒

I march past the beefy looking security guard and give him a glare for good measure.

I barely hold back the need to give him the finger, but figure it would be slightly immature.

Ever since the first day, when I came here and he tried keeping me from coming inside, we haven't seen eye to eye. Luckily, Lukas showed up just in time, before I smashed the fucker's teeth to the back of his head.

Of course, my anger then turned to Lukas himself.

I grit my teeth and ball my hands into fists when I think about Lukas as I make my way through the throng of oversexed people littering the floor.

I'd love nothing more than to obliterate the bastard, but my sister would disown me, right before she slaughtered me.

I have no clue what she sees in him. He's an arrogant ass that has an ego a mile wide, but for some reason, she worships the ground he walks on.

She's nineteen to his thirty-five, and it bites my ass and makes me gag every damn time I see him near her.

My sister, Tera, is a bitch of the highest order. She's not afraid to show her temper, which is just as hot as her fiery red hair, but she's still my innocent little sister, no matter how much she claims she's not.

She's vulnerable at this age, and Lukas fucking Black takes advantage of her naïve mind.

This is the second night this week I've been here, trying to talk my sister into coming home. I'm hoping tonight will be more successful.

I don't bother knocking on the door, and I ignore the huge muscled man standing beside it. He knows better than to fuck with me.

Unlike dickhead at the front door, this one has met my fist before. It still doesn't stop him from sneering at me, though.

Pussy.

I smile at him, knowing he'd love nothing more than to kick my ass out of the club, but he can't.

Lukas wouldn't allow it. Tera would nail his ass to the wall if he tried to.

When I open the door, it slams against the wall.

A feeling of satisfaction flows through me when I see the surprise on Lukas's face with my entrance.

His head jerks to the side, facing me, and his lip curls up into a snarl. Yeah, he doesn't care for me too much, either.

"Where in the fuck is she?" I growl.

His snarl turns into a smirk, and it makes my blood boil.

"You don't want to know," he says cryptically, arching a brow. His arms move from the arm of the chair to his lap.

I take three steps toward him, not in the mood for his games, when there's a loud bang underneath the desk, followed by a soft curse.

My eyes flicker down to the top of his desk, like I can see the person through the wood, before lifting them back to Lukas.

His smirk has switched to a full-blown smile. As much as I don't want my sister to be under there, it better fucking be her, or he's a dead man.

Seconds later, my sister peeks her head up over the desk in front of Lukas and gives me an embarrassed look. Her hair is mussed and her cheeks are flushed. There's also a small smear of lipstick by the corner of her mouth that turns my stomach.

"Told you," Lukas says, chuckling.

I mentally kill him with my eyes, before looking back at my baby sister.

"Goddamn it, Tera," I grit out between clenched teeth. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

She slowly gets to her feet, causing a smug looking Lukas to push his chair back to give her room. Her green button up shirt is half undone.

I rake my hands through my hair and turn to the side.

"Fix your fucking shirt, for Christ's sake."

I only give her a minute before I turn back to see Lukas out of his chair, crowding Tera against the desk in the guise of helping her.

I glower at them both, ready to snatch her away and pummel the shit out of him for touching her. He's damn near old enough to be her father.

"Knock it off, Colt," Tera says with narrowed eyes, seeing my death glare.

Keeping my eyes pinned on Lukas, who is still watching me with mirth, I groan, "Let's go."

"Go? I'm not going anywhere," she argues, smoothing out her shirt.

"Yes, you are. Mom wants you home."

"That's bullshit." She fumes, throwing her hands on her hips. "Mom knows I'm an adult, unlike someone else I know. She knows not to demand I go anywhere."

I ignore the jab about me not treating her like an adult. "I'm not going to tell you again, Tera. Let's. Go!"

I'm at my wits' end, and if I have to look at Lukas's smug face too much longer, I won't be able to hold back my wrath. I've been dealing with this shit for almost a year.

Yes, they started dating, or fucking, or whatever the hell you want to call it two months after she turned eighteen. Hell, legally she's not even supposed to be here, but I can't damn well call the authorities on the fucker because he owns half the city.

No matter how much I try to talk Tera out of seeing this asshole, the more she pushes against me. She doesn't know him like I do.

She doesn't know what type of man he is. She doesn't know what he's capable of, especially in the bedroom. Or I hope like hell she doesn't.

My teeth grind together with the thought of Lukas doing the sick things I know he likes doing to women in his bed.

No fucking way would Tera be okay with that.

Tera starts around the desk, heat blazing in her eyes, and I know she's about to blow up in my face.

She hates when I try to boss her around, but damn it, she's practically a kid.

Before she makes it all the way around, Lukas snags her around the waist and pulls her back against his front.

"She's not going anywhere if she doesn't want to," he says calmly. The smug look of before is gone, now replaced with a hard edge.

"Stay out of this," I growl.

"Fuck you, Maverick. Tera's a grown woman and can make her own decisions. If she wants to stay, she stays. Butt the fuck out of our business."

Tired of his self-righteous ass, I move swiftly to the desk, ready for his face to meet my fist.

When Lukas tries to shove Tera behind him, she plants her feet in place and holds her hands up to ward off both of our advances.

"Oh my God!" she yells. "Both of you, fucking stop it! Colt." She moves her eyes to me and pokes my chest with her pointer finger.

"Stop treating me like a child. I appreciate you looking after me, but you don't need to do this. I like Lukas, and he likes me. We're having a good time." She turns to Lukas next.

"And you," she says, now pointing her finger in his chest.

"Stop antagonizing him." Back to me, sans chest poking.

"Go home, Colt. I won't be much longer here. I'll call Mom before I leave."

My jaw hurts from clenching my teeth together, and I'm sure I have crescent shapes in my palms from my blunt nails digging into them.

Me and Lukas have a stare-off, neither willing to back down from the other's glare. I fucking hate that my sister can't see the sick sleazebag for what he truly is.

As she said before, she's an adult, and as much as I want to force her to leave, I know I can't.

Tera is the type of person that holds a grudge, and will go against someone out of spite. If I force the issue, she'll only withdraw from me and move closer to him.

I can't have that. I'll bide my time and wait for Lukas to show his true colors. I'll be there for her when he ultimately hurts her, and when he does, I'll make sure he regrets the day he laid eyes on her.

Keeping my eyes locked on Lukas, I take a step back. "You better watch yourself," I warn, pointing my finger at him. I then look to Tera.

"Tomorrow, we're talking."

"Whatever," she sighs, clearly done with me. Too fucking bad. "Please, just go."

"Call Mom before you leave. And I want you at my house tomorrow for lunch." The look I give her says she better not fucking argue. Luckily, she doesn't.

Giving one last dirty look to Lukas, I turn on my heel and stomp through the door, not bothering to close it behind me.

The pussy right outside curls his lip up at me in a silent snarl. I give him the same treatment.

The hallway is dark as I walk toward the loud sounds of music, talk, and laughter. How anyone can come here is beyond me.

All people like to do is get drunk and fuck or fool around in dark corners. Technically, it's not a sex club, but it's close enough.

There's not much that doesn't go on here. Although, I do have to give it to Lukas. He doesn't allow any form of abuse.

You hurt someone, especially a woman, you better hope someone's around to help you when his goons get done with you. You very well may bleed out on the street if not.

When I reach the mouth of the hallway and step out into the loud as fuck room, something small slams into me.

My hands automatically reach out and grip soft flesh. A wave of something sweet assaults my senses, and it smells fucking delicious.

Tiny hands land on my chest, their blue nails digging into my pecks. I look down and see a headful of hair, the color of wet sand, before it lifts and reveals stunning green eyes.

Pink lips part and warm breath rushes over my face as she exhales. Thick lashes land over her eyes as she blinks several times.

She seems to be trying to focus on my face, but is having a hard time doing it.

When I recognize the blonde goddess I noticed two nights ago here at Blackie's, my bad mood goes from bad to worse, even as my damn cock starts to harden.

Several seconds pass as she gazes up at me with lust-filled eyes, before recognition dawns for her as well, and a scowl forms on her face.

Yeah, the feeling is mutual, baby.

"You," she snarls, curling up her lip.

When she tries to pull away, my arm around her waist tightens. I don't know why.

I saw the way she was acting with the guy she was with the other night. I saw her hand damn near molest the guy's cock right out in the open.

People like her disgust me, having no shame for what they do in public.

My lips tip up on one side, and her eyes narrow.

"Where's the guy you were fondling the other night?" I ask, just to rile her up.

I don't know this girl at all, but something in me is wanting to bring out the fire in her.

Her scowl deepens as she tries again to yank herself from my arms. Again, I don't allow her to go anywhere.

Why the hell won't my hands let her go?

What the hell is it about her that intrigues me so much? And why the fuck does she feel so damn good against me?

I want nothing to do with women like her, and normally steer clear of them.

"Fuck you, asshole," she grates out. "Let me go."

I'm about to do just that and walk away, but end up frowning when she winces, as if in pain.

"You okay?" I ask, not liking the pained look in her eyes.

She doesn't answer, but instead pulls in a deep breath, and I know she's trying to push whatever's bothering her back.

I want to ask her about it, but before I can, she shocks the shit out of me by grabbing my ass and pulling our bodies close.

Her breasts press against my chest, and my hardness meets her stomach.

I hiss at the contact and look into her eyes, which no longer hold disgust.

They are now filled with heat, and the look does some serious shit to my body.

An irrational need to plunder her lips with mine almost has me bending down and doing just that.

Some of her composure seems to come back to her, and her nails loosen on my ass. She backs away, but her eyes stay focused on mine.

"Blue," she blurts out, blinking several times.

"What?" I ask, amused at her outburst.

"Your eyes. They're so blue." A blush forms on her cheeks, and a cute frown takes over her features, making her look even more gorgeous.

My lips tip up into a smile, enjoying the dazed look on her face.

As much as her type turns my stomach, I still enjoy her beauty, and my body still reacts to it.

She's the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. Her face is bare of make-up, but she doesn't need it. She has high cheek bones that carry a natural blush.

Her eyes are slanted slightly at the corners, giving her a catlike appearance. She has full lips that are begging to be kissed. Her face is round, and I know her beautiful hair-that's pinned to the top of her head-is thick and luscious.

Her waist, which isn't the typical slim, but fuller, is smooth and toned. Her slinky mint green top dips down, showcasing breasts just big enough to fill my hands. She's a nice little package that I'd like to unwrap and explore.

My hand slips down a bit to rest right above her ass. The move seems to pull her from her daze as her hand reaches back for mine.

She doesn't knock my hand away like I thought she would, but instead, she grips it and brings it lower,

where it lands smack dab on her soft, cotton-covered ass cheek. I raise a brow at her bold behavior. Her eyes go hooded, right before she rolls to her tiptoes and whispers against my ear.

"My place."

I groan and tighten my hand on her ass when she nips my ear with her teeth.

She steps back out of my arms, and now it's me that's in a daze.

My eyes follow the sway of her sweet ass as she leads me to a table where two men are sitting. One of them has a girl on his lap with his hand under her skirt, while the other is watching the two.

I'm too focused on the woman in front of me to care about the very public sexual display going on. I briefly notice that the one who's watching looks familiar, but pay it no mind.

"Tell Ava I'm out, and I'll call her later," she yells into the watcher's ear.

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To be continued