Chapter Eight

Brad

It's not until a little later that I hear the same guy talking to Dylan again.

"What's with the old guy? He your brother or something?"

I hover close enough to hear Dylan's response. She stops pouring his drink and gives him a flirty smile. "Or something." She glances my way briefly and I tense. She's fucking playing with me.

"What time do you finish? Want to come back to our place for a drink?" Little shit won't give up.

Dylan glances at me again before answering. "I finish at two." She winks at him as she slides him his drink.

My blood boils. I have no claim over this woman, yet the idea of her going home with that douche has me on edge. Dylan saunters off to serve another customer at the other end of the bar and I take an opportunity to get this guy away from here. Standing in front of where he and his friends are sitting, I start making a cocktail that no one ordered. After pouring different sorts of alcohol into a shaker with ice, I make sure the lid isn't on properly and turn side-on to start shaking. It all happens in slow motion, and I bite back the laugh.

As I shake the drink, the lid flies off and the contents of the shaker cover the guy, leaving a sticky mess all over his clothes and face. "What the fuck, dude?!" he yells across the bar at me.

"Shit, sorry. I guess it's time for you and your friends to leave." My voice is low and full of warning. I need to get him out of my bar and away from Dylan.

Dylan comes over and looks between us both, her eyes narrowing on me when she puts it all together.

"Whatever, here's my number. Message me when you finish," he says to Dylan as he slides a business card across the bar. The fucker actually has business cards with his number on them to hand out to people. That's something Logan would do.

Dylan takes the card and slips it into her pocket while she waits for him to leave. The minute he's out the door, she turns back to me, rage burning in her eyes. "What the hell was that?!" she whisper-yells while waving her arms around to emphasise her point.

My dick starts to harden—seeing Dylan like this is hot as fuck. Even if I was the one who pissed her off.

"He wasn't good for you," I spit out, then storm out of the bar and head into the office before I say something I might regret.

Pacing my office, I run my fingers through my beard, internally kicking myself for what I just did. Maybe I should have just let her go home with the guy. A few minutes later, my office door bangs open, and Dylan stands there with her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

She walks into the room and shuts the door behind her before making her way over to me. The scent of cherries lingers in the air as she closes the distance between us and pokes a finger in my chest as she speaks.

"How fucking dare you?! Why are you so fucking hell-bent on clam jamming me?"

"What the fuck is clam jamming?" I ask, ignoring the first part of her statement.

"Cock blocking, but for a chick," she yells back. "You made it perfectly clear you didn't want me, so you can't just scare off every guy who looks my way." Her voice wavers briefly before she pulls her shoulders back and continues. "I'm not your responsibility, Brad. I can look after myself. I've been looking after myself for a long time now. Yeah, I might have been waiting to have sex for the first time, but that was my choice. Some days, it felt like the only thing I had control over, so I held on to that. Now I'm at a good place. I have friends, and I don't hate school as much as I thought I would. I have a job and some independence, and if I decide I want to have sex, that's my choice. Not yours." She pokes me harder this time, but I don't step away from her. "You were my first choice, and you have made it very fucking clear you don't want that, so step the hell back and let me do my own thing because even though I have no issue getting myself off, I want sex, dammit. I want someone to?—"

I push her hand away and pull her to my chest. Before my brain has a chance to catch up, my head bends and I kiss her, cutting off whatever else she was going to say. After the initial shock wears off, it doesn't take long before Dylan is kissing me back. She leans up onto her tiptoes, trying to get as close as she can, and I run my hands down her body before cupping her arse and lifting her up. She wraps her legs around me, and I turn us to pin her against the wall, deepening the kiss. She grinds her pussy on my fully hard cock, which has her moaning in my mouth.

My body is burning with desire, all rational thought leaving me, and all I can think about is Dylan and how perfect she is with her legs wrapped around my waist. Pushing into her slightly, I groan, and she breaks the kiss to let out a whimper. When her hazel eyes meet mine, I pause. Her desire is evident, but there's something else there. She's uncertain and showing her vulnerability. The caveman in me is itching to get out and claim this girl, consequences be damned.

For the third time tonight, I act without thinking.

"You are fucking mine , Dylan. You want someone to fuck you so hard you see stars? It's going to be me. If we're doing this, we are doing this properly. There will be no other guys giving you their number, no more jokes about your virginity. You deserve someone who will take their time, cherish your body, and look after you. I'm not fucking you here because your first time should be special." My voice doesn't waver. I want her to know just how serious I am.

"Wha-what are you saying, Brad?"

I can see her internal battle, and I know I need to spell it out for her. Dylan may appear to be a badass who takes no shit from anyone, but I know her better than that.

"I'm saying that you are mine. If we are doing this, we are doing this right. I don't share, Dylan, and I'm very possessive of what is mine."

A small smile lights up her face and it sends shivers through my body. I want to see Dylan smile like that more often. She softly presses her lips to mine, and as much as I want to take this further, we still have work to do and this isn't the place. I give her a gentle kiss before sliding her down my body and putting her feet back on the ground. I don't step away, though. Keeping my body pressed against hers, I tilt her chin so she's looking at me.

"Think it over. I don't want you to jump into this just because you feel like you need to lose your virginity. I won't be that guy, Dylan. I'm aware this will probably cause some fires in our lives that we will need to address." I cringe, knowing full well Dominic is going to kick my ass when he finds out. But I'm not playing anymore. I knew the minute Dylan walked into the bar that she was going to turn my life on its head.

"I don't need to think it over, but there is one condition." She holds my gaze, and I can see the mischief in her eyes.

"What?"

"My sex to-do list. . ."

Fuck, I forgot about the list she has been carrying around for weeks and adding to. My body shudders again—I only know a few things on the list, and one of them is a definite no for me.

"No pegging."

Her giggle fills the office, and my heart skips a beat. It's a sound I have never heard from her.

"So, everything else is on the table?" she questions with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm not agreeing to that until I've seen the list, but as long as it doesn't involve you sticking things in my arse, or someone else having their hands on you, we are good."

She rewards me with another smile and a quick peck on the lips before pushing me away gently and moving towards the office door.

"I can work with that. I better get back out there—the boss is a bit of a dick." She blows me a kiss before leaving the room.

What the hell have I just started?