Free Tease Me (Teased and Broken Book 1) by Ashley Black Page A

rocker. Then again, he had probably seen himself his fair share of tacky black and red numbers if the filling of ‘holes’ talk was anything to go by, not that I thought we would get to that, or that I was in the wake of Brett’s betrayal even ready for that, I congratulated myself for having a condom or two in my clutch purse, that I had spent some time freaking out over finding on the beach.
    “I never presume anything when it comes to you,” he said quietly. “All right,” I said slowly, processing what he had said. “So you don’t presume anything, but do you ever fantasize about me?” I strode right up to the bar, pushing my still-wet hair out of my face, and slid onto a bar stool, resting my chin in one hand as I peered up at him through my lashes. He towered over me behind it, considering me with a look that made me forget to breathe.“I don’t fantasize; things I think about, are things I make happen.”
    “Am I a thing you want to make happen?” I couldn’t help myself.

    His mouth turned up slightly at the corners, but did not commit itself to a full smile. “You are a thing that I am happening to.”
    I felt my face fall. Shit. That is something Brett used to say to me. I pushed the sad thought right out of my body, and instead focused on the wonderful prospect of enjoying the sampling of a variety of spirits from Thorn’s hot mouth. He had suggested the little game with an almost shy look in his dark green eyes.  

    “I have a wonderful selection here from all across the world,” he had winked. “But I think it would be much more fun if you guessed what they were. I will take a sip of one of these spirits-” he waved his large white hand across the selection of bottles. “And you see if you can name each offering my lips bestow upon yours.”

    “You weren’t kidding about wanting me to do whatever I please with your mouth,” I laughed, thinking back fondly to one of his messages.  
    He nodded. “I have many plans for my mouth, and for you,” he murmured, staring straight into my eyes. “I mean this, Elena. There are many ways it can be used for you. My mouth is your servant.”
    “Of course,” I smirked.  
    He held up a blindfold.
    I freaked out a little, leaning back on the bar stool, feeling my eyes widen at the sight of the black piece of material. Then I gasped in surprise finding we were not alone. Mr. Hostile was back, the very same burly dude who had confronted Aaron and I on the beach with his crazy ass theories of me me being the death of Thornton Darko. His mask shone in the red lantern light.   He was just standing there, staring at me.  
    Thorn frowned, looking incredibly irritated. He excused himself, vaulting over the bar, and gently pulled the man aside. I heard them speaking in urgent tones. I overheard the word ‘witch’ and flinched. The mood, though, seemed to lighten with the two of them now laughing, as Thorn sent Mr. Hostile away.
    “Now for our little game,” Thorn sat beside me this time on a bar stool. He reached out, his expression flaring with excitement, and my fingers caught his and squeezed.  
    “What was that about?”  
    “He was worried about me.” Thorn looked uncomfortable.
    “Worried about you ?”  
    “Well, sure,” he sounded confused. “Who else?”
    “How about me?” I laughed.
    “You have absolutely nothing to fear from me. Ever. You understand this, don’t you?”
    “Shit.” I bit my lip. “Are you always this intense?”
    “Yes.”
    He waved the blindfold at me. “Time to taste me.”
    “Wait,” I held onto his fingers longer than planned, I stared up into his rather haunted eyes. “Are you sure this is what you want to be doing, after what you have just been through?” I asked gently, feeling tears rise again. “It’s been a terrible night.”
    Thorn gave my stool a gentle twirl, facing me away from him. “Of course it is. I want to use your mouth to help me get numb. I am absolutely certain this is what I