Free Finally His by Emma Hillman

don’t have the right to be here?”
    “No.” He shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. You,
just, uh, never come here usually.”
    She shrugged and looked straight ahead, appearing to all and
sundry as if she was watching her brother play pool. “I thought I’d see what
all the fuss is about. After all, Lex and you spend a lot of time here.”
    “True, but…” he let his voice trail off, and she knew what
he was thinking.
    That she wasn’t the usual bar bunny. Ha, showed what he
knew! Letting out a soft sigh, she turned slightly toward him and said, “God,
it’s so hot out there. Oh, could I have a sip of that?”
    He barely had time to respond, “Let me buy you—” but she’d
already grabbed his beer and was taking a sip.
    She could feel his gaze on her as she stopped drinking and
made a point of running the cold bottle over the damp skin uncovered by her
low-cut top, cooling herself and heating him up at the same time. “Thanks,” she
finally said, handing it back to him.
    He cleared his throat. “You’re welcome. Let me, uh, go buy
you one.”
    She watched him hurry away and smirked.
    * * * * *
    Nick couldn’t take it anymore. Every night of the week, Lucy
had met them in the bar after work. It was Saturday night now and she’d come in
dressed to kill, those damn high heels on her feet as if they’d become a
fixture. He watched as she bent down over the pool table, squinting a little as
she adjusted her shot. Her top drew tight across her breasts, the lacy black
bra she was wearing showcased by the deep V of the shirt. He gulped and took
another sip of his beer, feeling an instinctive urge to get drunk so he
wouldn’t be in control of his senses any longer.
    He wanted nothing more than to stand behind her, hands on
her hips, as she rubbed her sexy ass against him. He’d teach her pool the way
he liked to play, just like he’d taught her the way he liked women to ride him.
“Fuck,” he swore under his breath. He was half-hard just by watching her, and
thinking about sex with her wasn’t going to help matters any.
    He looked around and tried to find her brother, hoping he
could make him realize she needed to leave. Men were starting to circle around
her, probably excited at the idea of fresh meat. She looked so damn gorgeous
tonight too, with her dark hair pulled up in a ponytail and that sexy ass
waving around. She took the shot and everyone watched as the ball ended up in
the opposite pocket, the white spinning until it stopped right where she’d need
it for her next shot. Damn, but she was a brilliant pool player too. What
couldn’t she do? He frowned at his thought and shook his head. Shit, he’d
promised himself he’d make her hate him. He needed to keep away, not find more
positive things about her!
    Okay, okay, he needed a plan. His gaze stopped on Alex, who
was chatting away to two very attractive co-eds. The usual, then. An idea began
forming in his mind and he quickly hurried to his friend and companions. Yes,
that should do the trick, all right.
     
    If he thought seeing him on the arm of a pretty young thing
would faze her, he was sadly mistaken. Lucy looked at her reflection in the
bar’s tiny bathroom and reapplied her lipstain. After making sure her assets
were on display, she smoothed her top down and exited, only to stumble on the
girl who’d been on Nick’s arm only minutes before. “Oh, sorry.”
    “No worries,” the girl said as she swayed on her feet. “Good
thing you came out, though. I need to pee!” She dashed past her and slammed the
bathroom door shut behind her.
    “Right.” Lucy blinked. Weird , she thought, but
shrugged it off. She was on her way back to the pool table everyone had been
congregating around when a hairy arm hooked around her waist and stopped her
short. She turned around and glared at the man drunkenly leering down at her.
“Hey!”
    “Hey yourself, sexy. Wanna have some fun?”
    “I don’t think so.” She grabbed the offending