to sink your teeth into. Still, more relentless is the deep, V-shaped neckline that does fuck all to cover the swell of her breasts. The damn woman even has her hair up to show off her long neck, highlighted by the sterling hardware she adorns on her eyebrow and both of her ears. The loose strands of blue hair that fall to her face, added with all that ink, make it that she’s a wet fucking dream for every guy who walks into the biker’s bar. Present company not excluded since, for nearly a month, she’s been the only one I imagine while beating my cock into submission. Always looking savage and dangerous, and—God help me—sexy as sin, too.
Shit!
This is more than my atonement for the wrongs I’ve done. It’s downright cruelty. Having to sit here and do nothing while all these fuckers are jonesing to get in her pants is beyond anyone’s tolerance threshold. Funny thing is, I can’t even blame them. My name is right at the top of her list of admirers since I know exactly how sweet every part of her tastes, something that I highly doubt any of these assholes even has a clue about.
I really don’t know how much longer I can take this.
Shit, I’m not sure if me being here even registers on her radar.
Some nights, Stone throws me a bone and spends a few minutes with me, while on others, she completely ignores my very existence. Not to mention that every time I do come into the place, she flushes me out, leaving me penniless. I know she doesn’t charge the other dipshits here as much as she does to me, but knowing Stone, it’s her not-so-subtle way of telling me to go away unless I want to get played. Little does she know that I’d pay triple the amount I leave here every night if only she threw me one of her genuine smiles. Or just one of those deep, sultry laughs of hers.
Yep, the brat has turned me into a pathetic mess of a man. That’s why tonight I changed my game plan and brought something to keep my mind occupied.
“What do you have there?” I hear her ask, pulling the book from my hand to see the cover. “NightWatch by Terence Dickinson,” she whispers, flipping a few pages of my astronomy book.
It’s an old worn-down copy that I got almost a decade ago, but every once in a while, I like to go back and reread it. It always seems to teach me something new every time I do.
Stone carefully hands it back to me, and I wait patiently for her to start hassling me about it. Surprisingly enough, though, she doesn’t. What she does is place both her elbows on the counter in front of me with her open palms under her chin, just staring directly at me, curiosity tainting her every feature.
“Can I ask you a question?”
I nod because I’m a little lost for words with her deep-green eyes transfixed so intently on mine.
“Why do you like stars so much?”
It’s a simple question, but it’s one that I haven’t been asked often. Anyone would assume I’d need a minute to think about it before answering. Still, when it comes to my passion for astronomy, there really isn’t much to think about.
“You know when it gets a little too much up here?” I say, pointing to the center of my forehead. “Well, with me, sometimes the noise is so loud that I get a bit overwhelmed. My mind is a turbulent place to be in, and every now and again, I need to switch it off just so I can breathe, you know? Astronomy does that for me. Looking up at the night sky and seeing all those stars shining on the deep, rich, vast backdrop of the universe allows me to experience the silence that exists far from this planet. I like the idea of that. It mellows me out.”
Her eyes turn half-mast as she softly bites her tongue just below her piercing. She starts to open her mouth, ready to say something, but some asshole calls out her name, demanding his order. And just like that, she sashays away, keeping those words locked away in that beautiful mind of hers.
Defeated, I return to my book, hoping its images can quiet my current torment, but just as my mind starts to ease, Stone’s voice slashes through the calm.