When Hearts Collide (Complete)

~ Chapter 9 ~

                    Well, s**t, she walked out to talk to him, not to admire the new bike.  But how could she not when the black and blue body paint was calling out to her?  And the moment that her leg went over the side and she sat down, she had quite a few images come to mind, and none of them was about talking.  That wasn’t good!  So, she took what little will power she had, climbed off the bike and faced him.  They needed to have this talk; okay, she needed to have this talk.

                “Can we talk?”  His gaze narrowed slightly at her but he nodded.  “About last night...”

                “That hot ass kiss?”  She couldn’t help but blush, which made her only curse at herself.  She wasn’t a f*****g virgin or someone who didn’t know her way around.

                “As hot as it was, Bobby, it can’t happen again.”

                “Why, because you are my boss?”  Why was he pushing it?  Wasn’t he telling himself the very same thing?

                “Actually, no, that’s not my biggest thing.  It has everything to do with the fact that I am 12 years older than you.  You should be sharing those types of kisses with those young females who roll in here and deserve a good f**k and fling.”  That piqued his interested when it shouldn’t have.

                “And what, you don’t deserve it?”          

                “No, I don’t.  My life is messy, Bobby, and those chicks,” she said, nodding her head the door, “theirs really isn’t.”  She pulled her lip between her teeth, gave him a half smile and walked back inside.  Yeah, she had to force herself to do it, but she did it.  She walked back to her spot, ready for the long night ahead of her.

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                He wiped down his bar, his eyes still straying to her.  He heard her loud and clear earlier, but for all the thinking he did the night before, he didn’t agree with her now.  And he stood there and watched her flirt with, some young guys at that.  Yeah, that wasn’t sitting right with him.  And hell if he wanted to examine why.

                It’s not like he owned her or wanted to date; f**k, he knew next to nothing about her.  But he wasn’t stupid either and could feel the pull between them.  He thought she could too but maybe she was more scared.  After all, the biggest issue she seemed to have was their age gap.  Which to him, he could give a s**t about.  She looked good for her age and he highly doubted that they would have any problems in the bedroom.     

                And as the night wore on, and she kept on flirting, knowing he was watching her, he decided to say f**k it.  There were plenty of ladies who were eyeing him and were flirting with him; maybe he should pick up one to see what she would do.  A d**k move sure, but if it got a rise out of her, he would be happy with that.

                “Hey,” he said as he turned his attention to the blond chick that walked up to his bar.

                “Well, hello, you’re new.”  He smiled at that; that was a common phrase he heard.

                “Yup, I am.  What can I do you for?”  She made no show of hiding her eyes as they drifted over his body and he smirked.

                “You mean besides you?”

                “I’m not on the current menu, but after hours is a whole other story.”  Her eyes finally locked with his again and she held out her hand.

                “I’m Shelly.”

                “Bobby,” he said as he took it.  Not that it mattered, he’d never remember.  All women really were nameless, and more often than naught, faceless creatures to him, save one so far.

                “A pleasure Bobby.  May I have three shots of whiskey and three bottle of beer please?”

                “Sure thing.”  He turned around to grab a napkin and wrote on it to meet him outside and what time and then got her drinks ready, handing it all to her.

                “And please keep my tab open,” she said with a wink as she handed him her card.  He nodded and laid the card down, glancing up and seeing Jackie watching him, a frown etched on her face.  He shrugged and turned back around to help another customer; another d**k move on his part.

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                He finished his shift and walked out the front door, seeing the woman leaning against the wall.  f**k, what was her name…Stacy?  No, that didn’t sound right. 

                “Hey,” she said as she pushed off the wall and walked over to him.

                “Hey yourself.”

                “Surprised you didn’t ask for my number.”

                “Not that kind of thing.”  He watched as her eyes darkened for a moment at what he was saying and she nodded.  Not too many people had his number and he sure didn’t give it to a lady who were one time f***s and that was it.

                “I’m fine with that.”  He took her hand and walked her around the building and upstairs to his place.  “You live here?”

                “Yeah, just moved from Florida and thought this was quite perfect.”  He led her in, flipped a light switch and then pushed her against a wall, his lips quickly crushing hers.  He needed to get the other kiss out of his mind, and soon.  She moaned against his lips and dug her nails through his hair as she pulled him closer.

                He moved his hands down her sides, over her hips and around to her ass, causing her to gasp.  And he quickly took advantage of that, sweeping his tongue inside and stroking hers.  He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, but quickly stopped the kiss.

                “Is something wrong?”  His brow crinkled as he looked at her, trying to be stupid over her question.  But he knew why she was asking.

                “A little tired, but I’ll be fine.”  He moved his mouth to trail over his lips and over her neck as his hands held tight to her ass.  And usually, moans from chick turned him on, made him knew he was doing something right.  And he knew he was, but hell he was struggling to get it up.

                He let her go and she fell to her knees, quickly undoing his shorts and pushing them down, along with his boxer briefs.  And he watched as she eyed his c**k, for even when it was soft, it was a sight.  And he watched as she looked up at him.  f**k!  No matter what he wanted, or no matter what she would do, he was not going to get hard tonight, and that would not do for him!