“What can I get you?” I ask without looking up, finishing up a margarita for a lady at the other end of the bar.
The other bartender who I usually work with, Casper, got called to the hospital for the birth of his third child, so I have been rushing around at the speed of light to get all the drink orders filled. Some of my servers have been helping with fountain drinks and beers, but it’s not really enough,
“I think you know, Princess,” rumbles a familiar voice in my ear and my head jerks up, his chin connecting with the back of my skull.
“Fucking hell,” I growl as glare at him before picking the margarita up and carrying it to the other end of the bar, passing it off to the lady.
When I return, he is still watching me, his eyes hooded and full of lust. He smirks at me when I deposit myself in front of him, glaring darkly.
“I wonder what fucking you, with all the anger inside, would be like,” he whispers, leaning closer to me.
I scowl, pulling away and rolling my eyes into the back of my head.
“I don’t even know your name,” I snap, cleaning the shot glasses as the crowd begins to thin out and orders lull.
“Nico, and I would like to fuck you tonight,” he says, smirking. “There, now you know my intentions and my name.”
I roll my eyes again and begin putting glasses away.
“Keep rolling your eyes like that and I’ll give you a different reason to roll them, Princess” he says, his voice becoming low and rough and his eyes darkening. “Maybe don’t test me.”
“You drive a 2023 BMW R 1250 GS. I don’t believe you would be able to make my eyes roll back into my head,” I say, grabbing a washcloth as the last of the night club empties out and the servers begin cleaning the booths out.
As I step out from behind the bar, Nico slips from his seat and slides in front of me. He takes a step forward and I step back till my back is against the grimy wall of the club. His eyes have a dark warning in them, glittering dangerously.
“You think you’re this big bossy guy, but you aren’t,” I snap, glaring up at him.
“And yet I have you backed against a wall,” he says, placing his hands on either side of my head.
He bends his head towards my neck, gently pressing kisses to the soft skin.
“Give me any more hickey’s and I’ll end you,” I growl in his ear as he pushes my hair behind my ear to reveal the marks beneath my ear.
“Maybe you should give me one,” he says, his breath tickling my ear.
I take a shaky breath and out of the corner of my eye I see him smirk. Without warning, I bounce up on my tippy toes and begin kissing the bare skin of his chest. I can see his tattoos dipping beneath his partially unbuttoned dress shirt and winding down his bare forearms.
“I need to clean up,” I say, taking a deep, shaky breath and placing my hands on his chest, pushing him away. He moves away before grabbing my wrist.
“I didn’t see your car. Let me take you home,” he says and I freeze. The car I usually use for driving back and forth is at the shop and I got a ride earlier from Casper.
“Fine,” I whisper, pulling away.
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Nico leads me out the door as I wave to my servers, wishing them a good night. He grabs my hand sharply, leading me down the steps and towards the corner of the lot, where a dark purple, brand new, Dodge Charger with black race stripes sits in the dark.
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Drag Strip Fuck
RomansAliana lives for cars. She works three jobs to hold her live together and keep her siblings out of foster care, and she loves two things, Cars and her little sibblings. Nothing more, Nothing less. What happens when loving two things isn't enough??
