Primal Hunger - Piper Davenport Page 0,1
Did you say that to him?”
“Well, I may not have used those words, exactly.” She sighed. “You don’t understand. The man’s ridiculously gorgeous and he’s nice. Super respectful, but alpha to the bone. I’d just like a taste.”
I glanced back at Jasper and thought I might like a taste as well.
He dragged the man up off the floor, now zip-tied, and as he turned his head, his eyes met mine and I smiled, but when he smiled back, I was pretty sure my panties melted right off my body.
“Letti,” Everly snapped.
“What? Sorry. I was distracted by the catnip.”
Polly nodded slowly. “Right? God, he’s perfect.”
“Is he a biker?” I asked.
Polly frowned. “I don’t think so. He drives a truck. Why?”
Everly chuckled. “Because Violet doesn’t want anything to do with her father’s business.”
“Is your father a biker?”
“You could say that,” Everly retorted. “Sexy as hell biker. Talk about wanting to rub up against—”
“Oh my god, stop,” I hissed.
“And then her brothers,” Everly started up again. “They are—”
“Enough, Ev,” I snapped. “Jesus, put your lady dick back in your pants.”
“I’m not wearing pants…ies, but I’ll try to contain myself.”
“You’re not wearing pantsies?” I retorted.
Polly laughed. “You two crack me up, but I need to get back to work. Want another?”
I raised my almost empty glass. “Absolutely.”
“Let’s dance,” Everly demanded, sliding out of the booth, and I finished my drink and followed her.
For the next twenty minutes, we danced until I could barely breathe, and I bowed out even though Everly decided to stay on the floor for the next song.
I walked back to our table to find it had been taken over by a couple of douchebags we’d walked in with. Even though I know they saw us take the table, it was a nightclub, so unless someone stayed behind to watch it, it was open season on seating.
Well, shit.
“Hey, gorgeous, you wanna share the table?” Douchebag number one asked.
“No, I’m good, thanks.”
“Come on now. We saw you walk in alone. We’ll protect you,” Douchebag number two crooned.
I shook my head. “We’re good, thanks.”
“Fuck off.”
I turned to the sound of the growly voice and raised an eyebrow. Jasper stood in front of the table, hands crossed in front of him, glaring at the douchebags squatting at our table.
“Who the hell are you to tell us what to do?” Douchebag number two sneered.
“Management,” he said. “If you don’t want to be hauled out of here by your dick, I’d suggest you find a different table.”
“There aren’t any,” Douchebag number one said.
“Don’t give a shit. This table’s taken.”
Two men, bigger and wider than Jasper, walked over to him, and crossed their arms, flanking him.
“Time for you to go,” Jasper said, his smile lethal as he focused on the men. “You either leave the table, or you get thrown out of the building. Your choice.”
They weren’t happy but they obviously realized they couldn’t take on the three men in front of them, so they slid out of the booth and Jasper nodded. “Appreciate you going peacefully. Butch and Walt will buy you a drink for your trouble.”
The bouncers led the men away and I smiled at Jasper, trying like crazy to keep my panties on. “You didn’t need to do that.”
He studied me. “When a beautiful woman is left standing when she so obviously deserves to be comfortable, it’s a fuckin’ sin.”
“Does that work for you?” I asked.
He leaned in slightly and smiled. “I don’t know. Verdict?”
“Nope.” I couldn’t stop a snort as I tried to hold back a laugh, sliding into the booth. “But, thank you.”
“You want another margarita?”
“You noticed I was drinking margaritas?”
“Don’t miss much, beautiful.”
“Okay, handsome, take it down a notch.”
He smiled again. Jesus, he was pretty. But I was not going to go for burly, alpha, or pretty anymore. I was gonna find me an accountant and hope to god he was good-looking.
“You need anything, let me know,” he said.
“I will. Thanks again.”
He walked away and Polly arrived a few minutes later with fresh margaritas and bottled waters. “Compliments of Jasper,” she said, and waggled her eyebrows. “Never seen Jasper buy a girl a drink before. You made an impression.”
“I can’t take that, Polly.”
“Sure, you can,” she said, setting everything on the table.
“Ooh, drinks,” Everly said as she returned to the table and slid into the booth.
“Jasper bought them,” I said, laying a hand over the one she was reaching for.
“So?” She tugged the drink away, sloshing a little over the side.
“Men don’t buy women drinks unless they expect something in return,”