Using the Bad Boy

Chapter 2

  Lucas just stared at brunette who was currently occupying his booth. Most people avoided him, well not so much women, they had a tendency to throw themselves at him but guys knew better than to irritate him. "So you're just gonna sit there?" He asked through gritted teeth taking a swig of his beer. 

  "Yup." She popped the 'p' before going through her oversized bag and pulling out a book. "For how long?" He watched as she bit down on her lip trying not to smile, she was enjoying pissing him off.

  "How long you staying for?" She replied sifting through the book to find the page she was at but didn't look at him which pissed him off even  more for some reason. "Most people avoid me." He growled which had her dark eyes raising to meet his, There was something attractive about her. She wasn't your usual pretty girl, she had dark eyes and long lashes with high cheek bones, her features were small including her lips which were perfectly formed with a Cupid's bow. When she threw a smile at him he noticed the one dimple she had and for a split second he wanted to dip his tongue in that tiny dip.

  "You should let blondie know that then." She smirked before returning to her book before they were joined by Tessa.  

  "Lucas baby, you didn't call me." She pouted, he heard the brunette gently scoff but she remained stuck in her book.

  "I know." He answered shrugging and taking a drink of his beer. 

  "I thought we had fun." She moaned inching toward him her knee on the seat as she played with her blonde locks.  

  "We did, I moved on Tessa." He sighed.

  "With her?" She pointed at the brunette who suddenly looked up, she looked pissed but offered a smile to Tessa as she moved positions and laid her small feet on his lap.

  "That's right honey with me." She beamed before returning to her book looking quite comfortable with her feet on his thighs. Tessa looked like she was either going to cry or shout but she did neither and sulked off.

  "I need a drink." He mumbled moving her feet and walking to the bar,he wasn't sure why but he found himself buying the brunette another drink. He sat it down in front of her earning a bemused look. 

  "Thanks." She smiled genuinely, "George." She offered.

  "Sorry what?"

  "My name, it's George." She said picking up the bottle he had just bought her. 

  "No it's not." He responded, George did not suit her. 

  "Well Georgia but most people call me George." She responded.

  "Yeah, I won't be calling you George." He didn't know why but he really didn't like George, she was too feminine, sure she was ballsy but George? Nope wasn't gonna happen.

  "Suit yourself man mountain." She giggled, he liked the sound, there was something really wrong with him.

  "Lucas." He corrected.

  "Oh I know, Tessa let that one slip." She smiled at him, he looked over to where Tessa was sitting still staring at them both, without thinking he lifted her legs and placed her feet back on his lap. He wasn't sure why but he was enjoying the simple gesture, she rose her eyebrow at him in question. 

  "Tessa is still watching." He replied to her unspoken answer and after a second she shrugged and moved to get a little more comfy. 

  "Are you okay sweetheart?" Lucas hadn't realised he had been staring at the strange woman who seemed perfectly comfortable resting her feet against a stranger until Oliver joined the table sitting as close as he could get without touching Georgia. She shuffled along the seat so more of her legs were over his and she was further away from him.

  "I'm fine." She smiled before shooting a look a Lucas that had him forcing himself not to laugh at her dismissive tone.

  "You know if he's bothering you..." Oliver trailed off, she huffed slightly and moved so her legs were no longer on his but she shifted closer to him.

  "If He was bothering me sweetheart you would know and so would he." She sighed reaching for her beer, Oliver obviously couldn't take a hint as he leant forward and placed his hand on her arm, instinctively Lucas reached over and removed Oliver's hand from her arm.

  "She's fine Oliver, leave us alone." He couldn't help the growl that left him as he pulled Georgia closer to him which she didn't seem to mind.

  "Just another one of your whores then." He laughed standing, he could feel the tension oozing from her every pour. He felt her begin to stand but he wrapped his arm around her waist and held her in position.

  "You should leave." He hissed at Oliver who looked a little unsure of himself before turning away, she shifted in her seat.

  "You should have let me punch him." Georgia seethed. "Two fucking minutes in this town and I'm a whore, just great." She was ranting to herself but she hadn't moved from their close proximity which he was enjoying.  "So I assume you've fucked half the town, including people's wives?" She threw at him.

  "I've fucked a number of women but never married ones." She laughed at his discomfort and moved slightly away from him. 

  "So, you're experienced?" She asked, he watched her brain working over time, where was she going with this.

  "I guess." He was unsure what he was meant to say, what did she want him to say?

  "And you're not a guy who likes relationships?" She asked but she appeared to be musing to herself though he still responded.

  "No, not really." He hated how fucking unsure of himself he sounded.

  "You currently fucking anyone?" She asked and he nearly choked on his beer as he looked at her.

  "What the fuck?" He asked his heart thumping against his breast plate for some reason whilst his trousers were beginning to feel a little tight.

  "I had a bad break up." She shrugged, he just stared waiting for her to continue. "So apparently the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else." She was looking at him but it was like she was talking in riddles. He knew what she meant but was she really saying what he thought she was? "And since you're experienced, it might be nice to get under someone who might actually be able to make me cum." He couldn't say anything just stared at her, had she really just propositioned him? He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. "Sorry, I...just ignore me, it was good to meet you Lucas." She looked embarrassed as she shoved her book back in her bag and made her way out of the bar, it took a second but Lucas was up and following her, he grabbed her wrist and she stopped to face him.

Before he could think it through he pulled her to him and smashed his lips against hers, she seemed shocked at first but recovered and thrust her hands to his hair, she let out a soft mewl and he took advantage and thrust his tongue inside her mouth. The moment their tongues touched he growled enjoying the feeling of her mouth against his and the little moans of pleasure had his cock rising to the occasion. 

  "Just sex?" He asked between kisses.

  "Just sex." She nodded grinding herself against him.

  "Your place or mine?" He growled nipping her earlobe his hands moving down to her backside and squeezing it through the denim.

  "Mine." She responded before pulling back a smirk on her face. "Let's see if all that experience has helped your game." She winked at him biting her lower lip, he stepped forward and took her lower lip between his teeth nipping gently.

  "I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk straight." He promised her and heard the hitch of excitement in her breath.

  "Let's hope so." She giggled.