Page 4 of Colin (The Doherty Mafia)
“So you just take what you want do you, big guy?” she remarked, like she wasn’t one bit afraid of me.
Three
Marley
I couldn’t believe this guy.
Did he actually do this? He literally ripped the other guy off me?
I wanted to scream at him—I was dancing with him! In fact, I had spent half the night flirting with him. I’d put in a lot of energy and time into getting close to that guy because I wanted a good lay tonight. After the shit day I had at work, which was exactly like all the other shit days I had at work usually.
But today was especially shit because the chief had made it clear that my career was going nowhere. He had no faith in me, and he had no interest in giving me a chance. I’d spent all my adult life pining for this job.
I’d put myself through all the rigors it took to becoming a detective. Nothing mattered to me more than being good at my job and proving myself—and today, something had become quite apparent to me. That I was about to go nowhere because I was too young and I am a female. It was out of my hands.
I’d been so focused on getting this job the last few years that I’d neglected everything else in my life. I was twenty-four years old with no close friends, and I’d never been in a serious relationship. I was in Las Vegas, which was not my home and I didn’t know anybody here. My coworkers, who all happened to be men, went out drinking together every night but never invited me.
The only thing they saw me as was a piece of eye candy around the office. My only job was to be a part of their fantasies. Sick.
And just when I zoned in on a guy at a random bar, who I wanted to bang, this other dude showed up and yanked him away from me. Who did he think he was? Did he think he owned the place?
Fuck him.
Then I looked at him more closely and realized that yes, I did want to fuck him.
Maybe this wasn’t such a dismal twist of events after all. He was even sexier than the original guy I was flirting with.
Talk about luck!
He looked me up and down like he could see right through me. It wasn’t just about my cleavage and the spot between my legs, it was like he peered right into my soul and he knew what I was thinking.
He’d already shooed the other guy away and now turned to face me, his shoulders heaving as he waited for me to say something.
“So you just take what you want do you, big guy?” I asked.
He breathed in deeply and took a step closer, like he wanted me to really listen to what he had to say.
“Yes,” he replied.
He was tall and broad with a frame that made it evident he liked to look after himself. He had a surprisingly soft handsome face—which added a charm to him, despite his intimidating muscular body structure. He had light brown hair and green eyes. They pierced me as he summed me up closely.
It must have been several minutes while we stared at each other in complete silence. The rest of the bar continued to thump with music and dancing, people falling over each other—and yet somehow, this guy had managed to create a kind of protective aura-circle around us. Warding off all the ridiculous energy of this place.
There was something about him that instantly made me feel good about myself. Maybe it was because of the way he stared at me, how he looked me up and down, how he wasn’t afraid to look directly in my eyes and peer into my soul.
It wasn’t often these days that a man made me feel good about myself. They were usually all dogs and I loathed them. But this guy…he said it himself: he knew what he wanted and he was going to take it.
It was almost like I had no choice in the matter.
Before I could say anything more, he reached for me, curling his arm around my waist and pulling me to him.
“I hate this fuckin’ music,” he whispered in my ear. It was almost a threat, but it made me giggle. I knew what he wanted. I wanted the same thing. It was like our bodies had communicated in silence. I wanted him to strip down to no-clothes so I could feel every muscle of his body. I needed to know what it would be like to have him inside me.
“Me too,” I replied.
“Then let’s get out of here,” he suggested.
I bit my lip and slipped out of his arms before he could do anything about it.
“No. I came here to dance and you took away my dance partner. So, what are you going to do about it?”
