Today’s theme is a public scene and what could be more public than a good old fashioned bar brawl! Thought I’d share a snippet from Spitfire.
“There you are,” Rem said, walking up behind her and enveloping her in his arms. He tried not to spend too much time dwelling on how right she felt as he pulled her close to him. His cock came to life as her taut ass brushed against it and he gritted his teeth. This wasn’t exactly the best place to sport a hard-on.
She twisted her head, looking over her shoulder at him in surprise. “What are you doing here?” she asked.
He bent down to whisper in her ear. “Taking you home. Come with me now and nobody in this room will get hurt.”
“Slick owes me fifty bucks. I’m not leaving without it,” she said.
Slick seemed an apt name for the man as Rem wondered what grease pit the asshole had crawled out of.
“I was explaining to the little lady that it’s only polite to give a guy a chance to win his money back.”
“And I told you—” she started angrily.
“We’re leaving,” Rem said shortly. “Give her the money.”
Liv jerked lightly in his arms, clearly surprised by his demand. No doubt she’d expected him to merely drag her away.
The man began to protest again but Liv cut off his comments by slamming the pool cue on the table. “Are you trying to renege on our deal?” she shouted.
Several patrons who’d been drinking, not paying attention to the drama unfolding at the pool table, turned. Rem could see that while there might be an unspoken rule about playing a second game, there was a hard-and-fast rule about paying a debt. A couple badass customers walked to the table.
“There a problem here, little lady?” one of the men asked. Jesus, Rem thought, as he gazed at the giant. At six foot five, he wasn’t used to looking up to any man, but this guy had him by at least three inches.
“Slick owes me money. Won’t pay up,” Liv answered. Several of Slick’s friends had gathered at his back and as quickly as that, she’d thrown up the flag to indicate the beginning of the brawling phase of the night. He needed to get her out of here now.
“Let’s go,” he murmured in her ear, backing them both away from the pool table and forcing his way through the crowd gathering.
“No,” she said, attempting to break his iron-tight grip on her. “He owes me money.”
“I’ll give you the goddamn fifty dollars,” Rem growled. “Now move!”
Angry words began flying across the table and Rem wasn’t sure who threw the beer bottle but within seconds, every man in the room jumped and he was reminded of a pack of wild dogs he’d once seen attack an unprotected calf. Chaos ensued.
He was shoved roughly from behind, losing his grip on Liv, who’d been waiting for a chance at freedom. She made her way over to Butch, grabbing the man and punching his jaw with the force of a trained boxer. Rem tried not to be impressed, but she was fierce and powerful and by God, she was going to be his. He couldn’t wait to release that fiery spirit in the bedroom.
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