Using the Bad Boy

Chapter 4

  So it had been over a week since Lucas had crept out of Georgia's bed and like teenage boy with a crush left her a note with his number. A week and nothing. Sure they had agreed just sex but he hadn't expected to enjoy her so much. He had loved her little moans, loved how her body had responded to his touches, loved how she had tasted, he growled to himself shifting in his seat in the booth pleased for the relative privacy it afford considering his cock was straining against his jeans just thinking about her have thighs wrapped round his head. 

  Surely she had enjoyed the sex as much as he had? He was used to the women begging him for more but apparently Georgia wasn't like the other women he had bedded. Perhaps she had faked it? He'd told her not to, he'd seen it as a challenge when he realised that no other man had made her cum, he wanted to be the one to make her come undone.

  He thrust his hand through his hair, no she definitely came, he felt her pulse around his fingers, around his cock when she'd screamed out his name. Fuck he needed to stop over analysing it, he was a grown man not some crushing teenage boy, he didn't need to second guess himself. He had been so caught up in his thoughts he hadn't noticed anyone approaching his booth.

  "Hey man mountain." Georgia smiled at him placing a bottle of beer in front of him and sitting down. "What's got you looking so constipated?" She asked taking a sip of her beer and watching him with her beautiful dark eyes.

  "You didn't call?" Lucas could have slapped himself for saying the words out loud. What the fuck was wrong with him. "I was worried I had upset you." He tried to recover.

  "Why? We agreed no strings sex, honestly I was surprised you left your number." She shrugged picking at the label on her bottle.

  "I just thought you would text when you saw my number. Wait why were you surprised I left it?" Lucas began to doubt himself, had the sex not been good for her? Fuck it had been all he could think about since it had happened, did she not feel the same?

  "I just assumed you did it out of guilt, didn't wanna harass you man mountain." She winked at him and leaned back in the seat the movement drawing his eyes to her breasts, his thoughts instantly going back to how they had felt in his hands, in his mouth, fuck he needed to get a grip!

  "You can text me Gia, I had fun the other night." He smiled trying not to sound overly desperate.

  "I had fun too." She smiled back biting her lip, he wanted to bit it for her. She wore a dress today which looked like an oversized t-shirt with a pair of heels and some light make up.

  "You look nice, did you dress up for me." He winked at her laughing, she slapped his arm playfully.

  "No handsome, I've got a date tonight, one of the girls at work has insisted she sets me up with all known batchelors." She sighed. "He's meeting me here in an hour, I needed Dutch courage." She took another mouthful of her beer and he did the same but for some reason he found it difficult to swallow. 

  "You don't sound pleased about the date." 

  "I just want fun, but Isla has plans for me." She rolled her eyes. "She means well."

  "So who is the lucky guy?" He found himself asking, he really didn't want to know or did he?

  "Pat, he's an accountant or something so I'm sure a barrel of laughs." She giggled, he knew Pat and he didn't like the thought of her on a date with him. He wouldn't know how to handle the spit fire that is Gia and he didn't deserve to handle such a woman.

  "I know Pat, you'll be bored." He smiled. "But because I am such a good friend, if you're bored just send me a text and I'll try and liven your evening up." He let his voice drop and his eyes linger on her lips so she knew exactly what kind of texts he would be sending. She flushed and bit down on her lower lip again, he cupped her face and used his thumb to pull her lip free. "You keep biting that lip kitten and I'll have to bite it for you."

  "Promise?" She threw back at him. He was two seconds away from kissing her senseless and bending her over the table and fucking her in front of everyone when Pat turned up early. 

  "Hi Pat." He couldn't help the almost angry tone he used.

  "Lucas." He nodded before turning to Georgia a huge smile plastered across his face. "You must be Georgia?" He beamed, he looked like the cat who got the cream as she stood showing her shapely legs." Lucas hated the way Pat was eye fucking her, he sounded like a fucking jealous teenager what was wrong with him.

  "You can call me George." She smiled holding out her hand to shake but instead he bent his head and kissed the back of it causing Lucas to clench his fists.

  "Well George you look gorgeous, shall we?" He pulled her away toward another booth on the other side of the bar. How the fuck was he going to enjoy his night knowing Pat would be trying his hardest to get between her legs. He thought about leaving but the vibration of his phone stopped him, he looked down at the unknown number and opened the message, he couldn't help but grin when he saw it.

  Unknown: I'm already bored man mountain.....