FULL NOVELXO Ryan Redemption: Chapter 17
Ray’s place sure gets crowded for a run-down dive bar in the middle of nowhere. I sit on the bar stool sipping soda, my eyes never leaving Jessie. I swear every time she walks past me, she gives that sexy ass of hers an extra wiggle. The mini skirt she’s wearing shows off her incredible tanned legs to perfection and her shirt has enough buttons open to give me a great view of her amazing tits too. Unfortunately, every other guy in this bar has the exact same view, and that makes me pissed as hell. I’ve been sitting here for four hours watching her, and I’ve had a hard on for three of those.
Each time I watch some asshole coming on to her, or drooling over her hot body, I want to jump off my stool and punch his teeth down his throat. But she handles them all with her irresistible charm and a disarming smile and none of them actually get close to laying a hand on her. I’m almost disappointed by the fact because I’d like nothing more than to take some of my frustrations out on any poor fucker who succeeded.
It has been so long since I’ve seen her, and now that she is standing right in front of me, it is damn near killing me to sit here and keep my hands off her.
I close my eyes as she walks past me again, not even making eye contact, but I smell her as she passes me. Vanilla and cherries. My cock twitches at the memories that force themselves into my head. My head buried between her thighs. My cock buried in her hot, sweet pussy, and my mouth waters as I remember how good she tastes. I would love nothing better than to lift her onto this bar, tear off her panties and eat her out right here in front of all these jackasses who assume they have a shot with her. I’d love to make them all watch her come with my mouth on her, knowing that they will never get even a chance to touch or taste her.
The other server, Cody, walks towards me and opens his mouth as if to ask me if I want a drink. I scowl at him and he scurries back along the bar, whispering something in Jessie’s ear as he reaches her. His face is so close to hers, he must be able to smell her. His lips graze her hair and my hands clench into fists by my sides. She glances over at me and even from here I can see her roll her eyes before she saunters over to me.
“You going to order another drink, big guy?” she asks with a smile. “Because I got plenty of customers who would like to sit at this bar.”
“Sure. I’ll have another soda,” I say as I place my half full glass on the bar.
“Soda?” she raises one eyebrow at me. “You sure you don’t want nothing a little stronger?”
“Nope,” I shake my head. “Your whisky tastes like rat’s piss, and besides, I’m driving later. You don’t want me driving you home drunk, do you Angel?”
She leans across the bar, and I get a perfect view of her perfect cleavage. “You won’t be driving me home,” she says with a smile. “I’d rather go home with any man in this bar before I let you drive me anywhere, Conor Ryan,” she breathes.
“Is that so?” I narrow my eyes at her, trying to determine if she is being serious or not. I lean closer to her, standing on the edge of my stool and resting my arms on the bar. I’m so close that I feel her breath on my cheek and the hairs on my forearms stand on end. “I’d like to see you try, Angel,” I growl. “You walk out of this bar with any man but me, and I’ll make sure they are the last steps he ever takes.”
I hear her breath catch in her throat and she pulls back from me. There is a fire in her eyes and the skin on her neck is flushed pink, and I suppress a smile because I recognize from experience that’s a sign of her being just as hot for me as I am for her. I bet if I slipped my hand beneath her skirt and inside her panties, she’d be dripping wet for me. My hot, horny angel.
Two hours after she left our club in New York, I was on her tail, but she had dumped the SUV and was in the wind and I’ve been looking for her ever since. There were times when I worried I would never find her, and the prospect of living the rest of my life without her made me feel like I might fucking die. But, then I ended up here, in this tiny town in the asshole of Arizona, and there she was.
Even though she’s changed her hair, I recognized her immediately. I sat in my car, in a spot just fifty yards up the road from her apartment, and watched her walk out of the door before climbing into a beat-up green Mustang. My heart almost stopped beating in my chest and I couldn’t even move. I just sat and watched her and let the sight of her flood my senses until it felt like I was finally alive for the first time since she’d left.
An hour later, when I got here to Ray’s bar, I wanted to pull her into my arms and never let her go. Kiss her smart mouth until she agreed to come home with me. I still do. But that is not the Jessie I know and love. She would never make it that easy on me.
“A soda then?” she says as she blows a stray strand of hair from her eyes.
“Please,” I reply with a smile.
“Coming right up.”