Deviant Bahavior (The Wild Ones Book 1) Page 3

  He was trying to force himself on me or something. What would have happened if I didn’t hit him in the balls? Oh God. I think I’m going to be sick. Would he really do something like that to me? No… Hell, I don’t even know. I don’t really know Elias more than the friendly work gossip or when he hands projects off to me. We’ve never hung out after work or anything, and he has pretty much let me do my thing since I started and has never come on to me in a serious way before today.

  This is so messed up. I don’t even know what to think right now. My mind is racing a million miles an hour and my hands are now shaking so bad that I can barely keep a hand on the mouse. I need to go home. Yup, getting out of here ASAP sounds like an amazing plan.

  Chapter 4

  Wren

  As soon as she heard his voice, her whole body tensed up. There was something fucking strange about their relationship. What the fuck happened behind that curtain that has her so freaked out? When that bastard yells her name out, I knew that there was something off about it. Her body started to shake and I had to fight the anger that started to rush through my body.

  Leaving her to stand in the loud club alone, I make my way toward Elias and I can see the uncertainty written all over his face. I follow him back behind the curtain and he slowly walks toward what I assume is his office. The minute I close the door behind us, I say something.

  “You have a problem with her?” I ask.

  I know it really isn’t any of my business what happens between him and his employees, but I feel protective over her. She doesn’t deserve him reaming her ass just because I made an advance at her.

  “Yeah. She’s my damn employee. I don’t pay her to whore herself out to you assholes,” he sneers.

  “I was the one who instigated that whole thing. Don’t blame her for shit. I didn’t give her an option,” I state through clenched teeth.

  “You’re not the first.”

  I ignore his comment because there is no way in hell that girl does what I got her to do. She looked scared out of her damn mind when I pulled her face down to mine. I felt the way she trembled as my fingers grazed her cheek.

  “You’re full of shit. You mad because I made a move on her?” I ask.

  He throws his hand up in the air like he could give a fuck, but the expression on his face tells a completely different story.

  “She fucks anything that comes into the club.”

  I scoff at him. Is he fucking kidding me with that bullshit? I know damn well that he’s talking about himself.

  “You’re just mad because I got her to kiss me. How fucking long have you been trying to get into the girl’s panties?”

  “Fuck you, Wren,” he bites out.

  His face is turning red. It’s his tell. Ever since I’ve known him, he’s gotten red in the face when I point out the fucking obvious. He doesn’t like that I constantly point that shit out. I do it with all the guys and I’m not afraid to.

  “Don’t get fucking mad.” I laugh.

  The expression on his face is quite comical. It’s almost like a cross between pissed at me and embarrassed that he couldn’t pull a hot piece of ass like the one that is probably waiting for me to come back to her.

  “Stay the fuck away from my girl,” he growls this time.

  I fucking knew he wanted her. Shit, what fucking guy doesn’t want her. She’s fucking beautiful. She’s got big tits, a tiny fucking waist, and thick thighs. My dick gets hard just thinking about her. Fuck, I can only imagine what she’ll look like with my dick between her plump lips.

  “She didn’t look like yours,” I state.

  I watch as he clenches and unclenches his hands a few times.

  “Let’s just make something clear. She isn’t yours. You and I both fucking know that. You’re letting her leave early with the full night paid. I’m taking her back to my hotel room where I’m going to fuck her, making all her fantasies come true. Then tomorrow, she’s going to come back to work and you won’t say shit to her unless it has to do with the club.”

  He looks even more pissed now that I’ve said all that, but did he really think I was letting her go that easily?

  “She just had her tongue down my throat. I doubt she’ll touch you again,” he states smugly.

  Before he can even react, I grab him by the throat and push him up against the filing cabinet by the door.

  “That’s why she was fucking shaking like a damn leaf when she ran into me? You force yourself on her?”

  I tighten my hand around his throat and squeeze. He knows I don’t fuck around with shit like that. I’m all for pushing boundaries, but you never force yourself on a woman.

  “Fuck you, Wren. She’s too much of a damn prude to let anyone fuck her. The only way you’ll ever touch her is if you force her to take your dick.”

  I cut off his air supply this time. His hand grabs mine and he tries to push me off of him, but I’m much stronger.

  Leaning into him, I tell him quietly, “Stay the fuck away from her. You so much as look in her direction again and I’ll cut your dick off and feed it to you.”

  I release my hold on his throat when he nods his head slightly. I push away from him and turn to walk toward the door.

  “You’re really going to throw away our friendship for a piece of ass that you won’t even remember a month from now?”

  Instead of answering him, I open the door and make my way back toward the club.

  As I’m walking back into the club, I notice a door that’s now closed. It was open when we walked through here earlier. Stopping at it, I knock gently and wait for someone to open it. When no one answers, I knock a little louder this time.

  “Go away, Elias. I don’t want to hear your shit,” she yells from the other side.

  “It isn’t Elias,” I answer her.

  It takes what seems like an eternity before the door slowly cracks open and I see her eyes peeking through the crack.

  “Wha… What are you doing here?” she asks.

  I put my hand on the door and slowly start to push it open and her back into the room.

  Chapter 5

  Jericho

  The door closes softly behind him and my heart starts to race. What is he doing in here? How did he even know where my office was? Oh my God. I think I’m going to be sick…. Maybe this is what a panic attack feels like.

  I’m sure he’s thinking I’m a basket case right about now. He hasn’t even answered me when I asked what he was doing here. Oh God. What if he’s here to kill me?

  Mentally I smack the shit out of myself. If he was here to kill me, he wouldn’t have kissed me like that. I’m such an idiot. Unless…

  When my eyes finally meet his, there is something I can’t read in them. It’s almost like a cross between lust, anger, and concern. He starts to move closer to me and I hold my breath. I don’t know why I do it, except maybe because I’m nervous.

  “You get the rest of the night off.” His husky voice puts me at ease, but I still feel like there is something I am missing.

  Why would I get the rest of the night off? Did he threaten Elias? Is that what the raised voices were about?

  “How?” I finally push the word out of my mouth.

  Seriously I need to get myself together. I should probably be afraid of him, yet my body is slowly moving toward him on its own.

  “Elias and I came to an understanding.” He gives me a sexy grin and all the fear falls from my body.

  “Why would he do that?” I ask.

  This time I couldn’t help the words as they fell from my lips. He takes a step closer to me and reaches out to put a hand on my hip. When his fingers touch the skin that is barely visible between my pencil skirt and my top, I suck in a breath. My skin feels like it’s on fire with just one touch. There is something wrong with this. I shouldn’t feel this connection with someone I don’t even know.

  I shake my head and go to say something, but he grips my hip and pulls me to him. My hands land on his chest and I can smell
his cologne as it fills my nose.

  “You and I have a date tonight.”

  He doesn’t give me an option and I don’t know how I feel about that.

  “What if I don’t want to go?” I ask quietly, still staring at his face.

  My eyes are roaming over every inch of his skin, committing it to memory.

  “I know you do. I can see it in your eyes.” He runs the back of his hand down the side of my face and I feel myself leaning into his touch. “See?” A large grin forms on his face and he moves his hand around the back of my neck and tangles his fingers in my long dark hair. “You want to go out with me.” His lips descend toward mine and I feel powerless to stop it.

  The moment our mouths touch, it’s like I’m transported somewhere else. I can’t think of anything but the feeling of his lips on mine. I let him take the lead as his tongue slips into my mouth while his other hand runs up my side, pulling me farther into his body.

  I can feel his erection through his dark wash jeans that fit him just right. He grinds me against him and I have to pull my mouth away from him just so I can suck in a breath. He starts to kiss down my neck and my eyes close automatically. The feeling of his lip rings dragging against the sensitive skin of my neck is seriously the best.

  He lifts me up and sets me on my desk, knocking things out of the way. His hands push my knee-length skirt up high enough before he grabs my legs and wraps them around his waist.

  “Oh fuck,” he groans out, continuing his trail of kisses.

  “You haven’t had panties on all night?”

  I can’t get any words out even if I wanted to.

  If I wasn’t stunned into a lustful submission, I wouldn’t be letting him do this. I would be pushing him away and walking out of the room. Oh who am I kidding, I want his mouth on me and I want nothing more than to see what he’s got inside of these jeans. Judging by the feel of him, he’s larger than the guys I’ve been with and part of me is excited about that.

  Just as he starts to make his way down my neck and to my cleavage, the door swings open slamming against the wall. He doesn’t even stop the trail his lips that are now making as they suck on my skin. I push him up and I see the grin pass over his face. When he turns to look over his shoulder, I can’t help but feel uneasy. It’s like he’s doing this on purpose just to prove a point now.

  I know who it is before I even sit up to look over his shoulder too. When I finally sit up, his hand goes to my back and he holds my body close to his.

  “What do you want Elias? I thought we already discussed this.”

  His tone is dark and kind of scary. Goosebumps spread across my skin and I can’t help but get a little turned on at the same time.

  “I… I…” He pauses for a second as I peek over his friend’s shoulder to look at him. “Just wanted to make sure Jericho knew that she was free to leave early tonight, Wren.” He pretty much spits when he gets the courage to go against the man holding me close to him right now.

  I can hear the disgust in his voice and I try not to let that fill my head. I so need to find a new job and fast.

  “Get the fuck out,” Wren growls.

  I feel his whole body vibrate with anger as he watches Elias leave the room and shut the door behind him. When Wren turns his face back to me, I tense up. I don’t know if it’s the angry look on his face that freaks me out or the fact that my boss has now caught us making out twice while I’ve been working.

  I don’t even know this guy. What the hell am I even doing? Closing my eyes, I lean my head forward and rest my forehead against his chin. His hands start to rub up and down my back as I focus on taking a few deep calming breaths. What am I seriously doing? I need to get my head checked out and soon.

  “Let’s get out of here. We can get some food or some drinks and then we can head back to my room.”

  My head snaps up at his offer and I contemplate my answer. I don’t know this man from any other man in the club tonight. What if he tries to kill me still? Am I really considering having a one-night stand with him?

  “I don’t even know you,” I whisper, sounding totally unsure of myself.

  I know I may seem like a shy woman, but I’m not always. I like specific things and I know a lot of men don’t like them. I like sex and I’m not afraid to admit it, but I also like being in a relationship. I don’t do one-night stands and I like sex to be dirty, kinky even.

  “You can get to know me. I can buy you dinner and some drinks and then we can decide.”

  His thumb runs along my bottom lip. He’s breaking my defenses down. God, he’s probably going to think I’m a whore at this rate. I was just practically dry humping him a few minutes ago and now I’ve gone back into my shell. Maybe I’m crazy.

  “I promise not to bite.” He gives me a wicked grin. “Unless you want me to.” He slowly pulls his body from mine.

  Instantly, I feel the once blazing heat leave my body when his leaves mine. I would kill to have his body pressed against mine again. I let out a sigh before nodding my head.

  “Yes to you wanting dinner or the biting?” His white teeth are on full display and I feel myself flush with embarrassment.

  “Both,” I whisper shyly.

  His eyes widen and he just stares at me for a second. It’s almost like he forgot to breathe. Like I said, I like things kinky. I start to feel a little self-conscious until he closes the distance between us and slams his mouth down on mine. Judging by the way he’s kissing me, he must actually like biting.

  When he finally pulls his mouth off of mine, he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and tugs on it causing me to moan. The pinch of his teeth as they drag over my skin shoots lust straight to my core and I can feel myself get even wetter. Before he pulls away this time, he trails his hand down my chest and straight for my pussy.

  When I follow his fingers, I notice the small wet spot on his jeans where I was pressed up against him. My hands go to my face and I swear I can feel the fire as it heats my skin. I can’t believe that I did that. I’ve never, and I mean never, have left a wet spot on anyone before. Before I can push him away, he grabs me with one hand and holds me in place while his other gently slides against my folds.

  “Fuck, babe.” His eyes close as he runs his fingers through my wetness. When he looks back up at me, his commanding voice takes over. “Don’t cover your face. I want to see all of you.” At the tone of his voice, I slowly remove my hands.

  When our eyes lock, I feel like the breath is stolen right out of me. I can’t breathe and I don’t want to if he continues to do exactly what he’s doing. The look in his eyes is feral and I want nothing more than at this moment to let him do whatever it is he wants.

  He slowly runs his finger up and down my wetness before sinking one long finger inside of me. My hands grip the desk on both sides of me as he slowly starts to move his finger in and out of me at the most torturous pace. He slowly sinks another finger in. I try to squeeze my legs together to stop the pressure that’s building, but he stops me by stepping back between my legs. I squeeze my legs around his hips, but he doesn’t stop his torture.

  “Oh God,” I moan. I reach my hand up and stifle the next few moans with my fist as I press it to my mouth. As my pussy clenches his finger with every thrust he makes, I feel myself getting closer to the edge. When he adds a third finger, I’m done for. He thrusts his fingers into me at a faster pace and uses his thumb to rub my clit. Instead of pushing him away like my head thinks I should, I grab the back of his head and force my mouth onto his.

  His tongue slips into my mouth just as I come. His tongue ring hits my teeth, but nothing fazes the feelings that are happening to my body. I moan into his mouth and he swallows the sound. He slows his pace and lets me ride out my orgasm as he continues to fuck my mouth with his tongue. As I come down from my post-orgasmic high, he slowly pulls his fingers out of my pussy and raises them up to our faces.

  He pulls his mouth from mine and places his fingers into his mouth, sucking off my juices.
God, I am totally screwed.

  Chapter 6

  Wren

  By the time I get Jericho out of the club and down the street for dinner, I can already feel the change in her. She still hasn’t said much unless I ask her a direct question and even then her answers are a little more animated than they were in the club.

  Just as we sit down for dinner, I see a small smile creep up onto her lips. “Did I do something right?” I ask her, taking a seat on the same bench seat that she is currently residing in.

  A slight blush covers her cheeks and she looks up at me with a small smile. “This is my favorite place to eat.”

  I put my arm behind her on the seat and lean a little closer to her. “Good to know.” I lick at her earlobe and a small moan slips from her mouth. Her hand hits the table and I know that I make her nervous still.

  As she shakes her head slightly, she clears her throat and puts a little space between us. “So Wren is it?” I nod my head and wait for her to say something more. “Why are you in Las Vegas?”

  I run my hand down her cheek like I did at the club and watch the way she is drawn to it. She seems to react the best when I do something sweet like this little move. “Elias called and wanted to bring me and the boys down to flaunt his shit. He thinks just because he ended up here that it would make us all jealous.” I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear just as the waiter comes over to our table.

  Once we place our drink orders and order an appetizer, I turn my focus back on her. “What about you? Were you born and raised here?” She shakes her head no but doesn’t say anything in addition to that. She not only dresses like a librarian, but she’s shy as fuck. I bet she is a freak in the sheets. Most of them are.

  I’ve fucked my fair share of perfectly poised women and let’s just say that the ones who seem the most innocent have been the dirtiest ones yet.

  “Are you going to tell me where you’re from?” I ask.