Because You're Mine

Chapter Six

                                                                        Millie

I notice him as soon as he walks through the door. He's wearing a pair of dark jeans, black boots and a tight Henley that stretches across his wide chest. His dark hair looks wet, like he just got out of the shower. His green eyes fine mine, I don't know if he knew I was going to be here tonight, I wasn't expecting him. Tyson didn't say when he asked me to come out, he told me to invite Maggie too. I'm still not sure what's going on there, I haven't asked, not like he would tell me. Maggie always says the same thing, "It's nothing Millie, he's been a good friend to me since my parents died, that's all." I don't fully believe her but I know with time she will tell me.

He walks right up to our high top table, leans down and places a soft kiss to my cheek,

"This is a nice surprise, Tyson didn't mention you'd be here."

I look over at my brother and he just gives me a shrug like he didn't set us up. Beckett gives him a slap on the back as a greeting and tells Maggie it's nice to see her. He sits in the chair between me and Ty and his big palm finds my bare thigh. His calloused hand on my bare leg sends goosebumps down my body. He looks over at me and winks, he knows the effect he has on me.

I'm not sure what has gotten into Beckett tonight but he has found every excuse to touch me in some way. It's almost like if he isn't touching me, he isn't breathing or that I'm not really here. I lean towards him and whisper in his ear,

"I think Tyson is trying to play matchmaker. He didn't tell me you were coming when he invited us." I'm not complaining by no means, I'm glad Tyson is pushing whatever this is.

" He didn't tell me you were coming either. If I'm being honest I've been wanting to ask you out since I met you but I feel like I need to talk to your dad first because he is my boss." He reaches for my hand that's on the table and laces our fingers together. With a smile he gently squeezes my hand.

"Then why haven't you?" I ask him with a smile.

He doesn't get a chance to respond because Maggie tugs on my other arm. I get up and follow Maggie to the dance floor, I make sure to add a little more sway to my hips with my departure.

Maggie and I are dancing close when she yells, "He hasn't taken his eyes off of you since he walked in the bar."

"I know Mags, I can feel his eyes on me, hell I can still feel his lips on my cheek."

We dance through the song that is blaring through the speakers, once it ends we head to the bar for a drink.

"What can I get you?" Willie all but hollers over the loud bar.

Willie has owned this bar for as long as I can remember. He is old enough to be my grandpa with his long white hair and a beard to match. His voice is husky, like he smoked two packs a day his entire life. Despite his rough exterior he is a good man. Always looks out for everyone and expects nothing in return.

"Two whiskey sours, please." that caused me and Maggie to break out in a fit of laughter because we said it at the same time. Willie oblivious to us sits our drinks down with a grunt and walks towards the other end of the bar.

We stand there sipping our drinks waiting on the song to change when I feel someone press up against my back. I jump in surprise and turn around. I don't even get a chance to say anything before the guy is in my face.

"Dance with me babe."

It wasn't a question, it was a demand.

"I'm good, I'm going to hang out with my friend here."

I respond trying to keep my voice from wavering. He's clearly drunk, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I brace myself for more of a fight, I can see the hunger in his eyes. He doesn't say anything else. With his jaw locked tight he staggers off.

I turn back to Maggie and gesture for us to head back out to the dance floor. We sway our hips and hold our drinks up high in the air, enjoying the warmth of alcohol running through our veins. We manage to make it an entire song before I feel someone press up against me and grab my hips from behind. My ass is pressed into the manhood of a man I don't know. I pull myself away from the arms trying to hold me in place. I lean over to Maggie,

"He's freaking me out, let's head back over to the guys."

Before I even get past the guy who doesn't understand the word no, he stops me,

"Dance with me."

"Look, I already told you I'm not interested in dancing with you." 

I go to step around him again and he grabs my wrist. Maggie tries to get the asshole off of me while I struggle to break my wrists free. He ignores both our attempts. I get ready to lift my leg in an attempt to knee him in the balls when I lock eyes on the guys heading towards us. Tyson looks pissed but nothing compares to the murderous look on Beckett's face.