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  “Ready?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  I led her out, my hand on the small of her back. I had just met her, but it was comfortable still.

  “Oh, what’s your name?” I realized I didn’t know it.

  “Alexa Jordan.” She replied. Her voice was soft, but rings like bells. I could imagine what her laugh sounded like, but I wanted to hear it for real.

  “Wonderful to meet you, Alexa.” I look down my nose at her to see her smiling up at me. She had a perfect smile too; a pretty row of pearly whites.

  “There’s a great wing place up here.” I told her. We turned the corner and I led her inside the place. It looked a lot like ours, but they weren’t real competition.

  We sat at a table in the corner. She met my eyes with a soft smile. We ordered drinks and a wing plate to share.

  “So, do you own the pub?” She asked me. I leaned forward on the table.

  “Sort of. We all do; Austin, Kellan, and me.”

  She nodded slowly. “What do you do there?” She eyed me. I knew she was checking me out, I was doing the same. I felt the wrench of desire between us and I knew I had to act on it soon. My dick was half hard in my pants already.

  “Social media and branding type stuff. I designed our logo,” I gestured to her, remembering how she looked in the shirt. Her cheeks flushed as she smiled.

  “That’s cool…I’ve only ever just made drinks.” She shrugged like it was nothing.

  “I’m sure you do much more than that.” I leaned closer, licking my lips as I looked down at hers. I wanted to kiss her so bad, feel how soft her lips really were.

  “Hmm. There must be some sort of story behind you guys.” She blinked curiously.

  “Not really. Just three guys who wanted to start some shit.” I smirked. There was more to it than that, but I wasn’t all for talking at the moment.

  As we ate, I found out a little more about her. But she didn’t talk much either, I wondered why someone like her didn’t have much to say. However, her eyes told a different story. She kept looking at my hands, my mouth, my pants.

  “I’m going to wash my hands, excuse me.” She stood up and disappeared to the bathroom. I used the wet napkins they gave us and then paid.

  After a few minutes, I followed her down the hall. Just as she came out, I grabbed her waist and pushed her back inside against the door. I locked it behind us, and she met my eyes with the same look I was giving her. Then my lips were on hers; coursing together, my tongue pressed for entry into her mouth. She tasted like mint, she must have known this was going to happen.

  I ground my body against hers, my hardness on her thigh. I separated her legs with my knee and ground my thigh against her pussy. She mewled against me and separated her legs even more. My fingers were in a rush to undo her pants, as soon as I did I slunk my fingers inside her slick warmth. She was so fucking tight, I pressed to get two fingers inside of her, and then three. She groaned against my lips and broke away for air.

  “I want to fuck you so hard.” I growled.

  “Please…” she moaned, grinding against my fingers curling inside of her. I pressed my palm against her clit, rubbing her until she was on the edge.

  I reluctantly released her to get a condom from my wallet. She undid my pants and wrapped her hand around my cock, I groaned deep in my chest at the feel of her hand around me. I kissed her again, hard and wanting.

  I hitched her legs around my waist, her thighs soft and plush as they gripped my hips. I rolled the condom on and pressed my tip against her folds. She cried out at the feeling, and I pushed back to tease her. Her blue eyes met mine, bright and beautiful as they begged me for more. I reveled in it.

  I kissed her deep and hard, my fingers fisting in her hair. I tilted her neck back and trailed kisses across her neck and cheek as I pressed in her slick pussy lips. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I had to be buried inside of her.

  I pumped her hard and fast. The door shook behind her and she cried out so loud, anyone could hear. But she felt so fucking good, her moans were music to my ears, so I couldn’t fucking stop. I felt the tightening in my balls, the flush of desire in my spine as I climbed higher and higher. She pumped me so fucking good, the best I ever had.

  She came loud and hard around me, and I finally let myself go. I kissed her, my tongue rolling with hers as I pumped my load into the rubber. I released her with a deep groan and sigh.

  “Fuck. That was good.”

  Chapter Four: Austin

  We all got along well, but sometimes Joshua annoyed the shit out of me. Part of me was probably just jealous, that he got to Alexa first. But something tells me she wouldn’t mind being shared.

  That woman…she is so fucking sexy. And she doesn’t even know how much, so that makes it even more so. The way she walks, and her soft voice that rings right through my ears and down to my cock. I can imagine her moaning as I fuck her hard and slow. Joshua made sure I knew just how loud she was.

  Then asked me to add new items to the menu, like I can just shit out new original recipes. Being the head chef sounds like the best job, but when you are the one who makes the place what it is, it isn’t so fun then. People come for the alcohol, yeah; but the food I make keeps them coming back. The cook staff is the largest because we always have orders up our ass when the dinner and night rush comes in.

  I walked out of the meeting with Kellan and Joshua with a new task to distract me from thinking about Alexa. This permanent hard on was getting fucking uncomfortable, it’s been there since I first saw her the day before.

  “You got a deadline for your request?” I joked with Joshua on the way to the kitchen, though I was a little serious.

  “Something for tonight,” he shrugged, “just to entertain the crowd. Mondays are always a drag.” He scoffed and walked around the other end.

  I went back in the kitchen and stopped at the sink to wash my hands. He leaned over the food counter with the same smug smile he had on since he told me about his tryst with Alexa. I rolled my eyes and ignored him as I took inventory of the supplies, trying to think of something I could make.

  “Right. Except yours.” I deadpanned. He chuckled and rubbed his jaw like he had a secret.

  “You got it. Just don’t make anything boring, or…whatever.”

  I shook my head. Joshua knows nothing about this kitchen, just like I don’t know much about all that branding and media stuff.

  “Yeah, yeah.”

  “I’m taking off. See you tonight, I’m coming to check on Alexa. It will be her first night working the bar.” He grinned, and I matched his enthusiasm.

  “See you.”

  He took off and left me alone to figure out what the hell I was going to make. Kellan was hidden away in his office so I knew I couldn’t ask him. He doesn’t like to be bothered much. We each have our own thing, and we stick to it. That’s how the place stays running. I remember just years ago when this was all just an idea. But Joshua gave it a character, a personality. He built our brand from the ground up and he continues to keep it going. Kellan makes sure we don’t fall apart financially. I honestly don’t have two shits of a clue about sales and upkeep. But he does.

  All the beer, food, basically anything that needs to be bought; he handles it. And God bless him, because he has made us all a lot of money.

  Even as just a chef, I’m an equal partner. We all are. We met way back in the day, college graduates with shit degrees. I knew I liked food and pub cuisine, but I didn’t know what to do with it. I was prepared to work at any restaurant like this, and make a fraction of what I do now. A laughable fraction. But, one drunken night we made plans on old napkins. Woke up the next day and decided to go through with it.

  I aimlessly shuffled through the freezer and dry cabinet. I was about to lose it when I thought of the one thing we didn’t have as an appetizer, fried pickles. Basic, but any bar has them. It’s sort of Irish, but most of our menu isn’t strict to Irish cuisine. I think it was part of the bran
d or something.

  I got to work, planning to do wedge pickles instead. I would add some sort of twist to it, but I hadn’t decided yet. Kellan interrupted me before I could get started.

  “Any luck?” He entered the kitchen and leaned against the prep counter.

  “Maybe. I was thinking of fried pickles.” I shrugged, not really sure of it now that I had said it out loud.

  “Sounds okay. Anything else?” He stared at me apprehensively. I wondered why he was dressed so nicely, in a denim button up and khakis.

  “No…why are you dressed like that, man?” I screwed up my face as I stared at him. He laughed. I leaned back against the other counter as I looked across the room at him.

  “I had a meeting with the lawyer.”

  “Something up?”

  “Nah,” he shook his head, “just some clerical shit. Had to re-file pretty much everything. But it’s all squared away now.” He must have been tired, because he wasn’t hiding his accent as much. It’s still there, and he loves to use it on the ladies, but sometimes it is thicker than others.

  “Got it. So, today is Alexa’s first day.” I stated. He cracked a smile but didn’t let it reach his eyes.

  “Yep. She will be fine though, it’s not her first go.”

  “I didn’t think you would hire someone who wasn’t qualified. No matter how hot.” I cocked my brow.

  “Of course not. We just…got lucky.”

  I nodded. “Joshua already had his go. Won’t stop talking about it.” I moved into the fridge to grab a beer and then passed one to Kellan.

  “Thanks. Yeah, I heard.”

  I couldn’t read his expression. He swigged his beer and I did the same.

  “You mad about that?” I asked.

  I wasn’t even sure if I was mad. Did I want her? Fuck yeah. And I don’t mind sharing…it’s more of a turn on. Maybe it gets complicated, but we’re adults. If the bridge builds, we will cross it then.

  “No, not necessarily. She’s a fine piece of ass, but…”

  “But what?” I pressed. He just shook his head and kept drinking his beer.

  “Nothing, man. You get back to work, and uh…no fried pickles.” He chuckled, but it was halfhearted. And then he left.

  “Weird.” I murmured.

  A few hours later, the rest of the staff showed up and orders started coming in, but the floor wasn’t full yet at all. I looked at the employee chart on the computer, it was seven sharp so Alexa should be here. I smirked to myself and finished up the new recipe. Cheese fries. Everyone goes fucking crazy for cheese.

  I looked over the food tray, trying to find Alexa. I smirked, and my hard on tightened when I found her reaching up high to grab something on the top shelf. I grinned, grabbed a plate of the cheese fries, and walked over to help her. She looked mighty fine in her tight jeans, ripped on the front and back a little bit. The company shirt fit her slender waist like a glove, her midriff was exposed. She had those sexy dimples above her ass cheeks, my tongue pressed against the roof of my mouth, imagining tasting her.

  “Need some help?” I announced myself. She jumped slightly as she turned to face me, and it made her breasts swell against her shirt. I was glad no one was at the bar yet.

  “Uh, no, I was just looking.” She smiled nervously. She looked beautiful, with the sun coming in behind her, it lit her long blonde locks up like liquid gold. “Austin, right?”

  I set the plate down. “Yeah. You’re Alexa.” I looked at her from head to toe, making sure she knew I was checking her out. When I met her eyes again, they were wide and hungry. I knew it.

  She was wild.

  “Yeah…are those cheese fries?” Her eyes drifted over to the plate with a smile. See? Everyone loves cheese.

  “Yeah. New recipe.” I explained.

  “Can I try it?” She reached for the plate, but I took her hand instead. That wrench tightened between us as her eyes met mine, shocked at first, but then she saw I wasn’t angry or anything.

  With her left hand in mine, I used the other to pick up a smothered fry. I pulled her close to me, I was over a foot taller than her so she had to look up; and then I fed her the fry, watching her tongue lap over it. She went farther and took the tips of my fingers in her mouth, sucking slightly. I felt it right in my groin.

  “Good?” My voice was gravelly. She chewed slowly and smiled.

  “Amazing.” She whispered.

  Fuck. I don’t have enough self-control for this.

  “We can finish this in the kitchen,” I cocked my head to the side, and she nodded. Getting what I meant.

  Smart girl.

  Even though I left the plate behind and took her hand, she didn’t protest. Instead of the kitchen, I stopped at the supply closet off the back hall and hauled her in there. I locked the door and pressed her up against it. Her breath hitched, but before she had time to say anything, my mouth was on hers.

  She tasted like fucking cherries, and a bit of the cheesy goodness I just fed her. I swirled my tongue around hers. Her small, warm hands drifted up my sides, and they felt amazing, but I trapped them above her head instead. Her breath hitched and I deepened the kiss, grinding my hardness against her.

  She broke away for air, and I trailed kisses down her soft neck. Her body is so fucking perfect, I want every inch of it. Her eyes grazed across the bare skin of my arms in my tank. The fabric of my jeans rubbed against hers, creating an endless friction. I need to taste her.

  I lifted her up and set her on a stack of boxes. I kept my eyes on hers as I undid her jeans. Her chest heaved with every breath, her breasts pressing against her shirt. I paused and weighed them in my hands, feeling her nipples against my palm.

  “Austin…that feels good.” She breathed as I swirled my thumb around her nipple. I winked and knelt down in front of her.

  I shucked her jeans off, faced with her pale pink cotton panties. I saw her wetness soaking through and groaned, my cock twitched. But we weren’t doing that just yet.

  “I want to taste you so fucking bad.” I growled.

  She nodded eagerly. “Please.”

  I trailed my index finger down her folds through her panties and pressed. She cried out and tried to silence herself. I slid her panties down, revealing her tight pussy, primed with a short patch of hair nicely trimmed. I licked my lips, loving the sight of her. I don’t like my women bare at all. She was fucking perfect.

  “Please.” She moaned. I had been teasing her, blowing my breath across her.

  I couldn’t hold off anymore either. I flicked my tongue across her, once, twice, three times. Then I licked her from the base up, opening up her folds to me. The nub of her clit twitched, and I sucked it gently. I gripped her thick, soft thighs and opened her up to me. My tongue took control of her. Swirling around her, opening up her folds.

  She fisted her hands in my hair and gripped tight, holding me to her as she grinded onto me. Her wetness seeped onto the box beneath her as I kept at it. It must have been five, maybe ten minutes that I held her on the edge.

  “Austin, God Austin…please.”

  “Please what?” I murmured against her folds. I kissed the skin of her inner thigh, leaving her throbbing.

  “I... please.” She shook her head. I knew there was more beneath the surface, and I wanted to unleash her. A woman who goes for two guys, maybe three, has something underneath.

  “Hmm?” I groaned.

  “Fuck—I need to come! Please…” she cried out. I smirked and went back to her clit. Flicking it furiously as I sucked wildly. She shuddered and clenched with her orgasm, but I kept going.

  I kept her there for as long as I could, until she pushed me away from the sensation. Her eyes were wide and wild as they looked at me. I grinned and kissed her hard and deep so she could taste herself on me. She didn’t push me away like most girls.

  “You okay?” I asked her.

  Her eyes were glassy as she nodded slowly.

  “Thanks.” She whispered and bit her lip as she shim
mied her bottoms back on.

  “More where that came from, baby.”

  Chapter Five: Kellan

  I often thought of hiring an assistant to deal with all this clerical bullshit. I was in meetings since seven that morning. I didn’t usually mind waking up early, going for my run and starting my day. But there is just something about lawyers and accountants that drain me.

  Nearly everything had to be updated; liquor license, business license, land permit…Jesus Christ I had a world of a headache by noon. Good news was we only had one month left to pay off the bar, then we would stop paying the four grand a month for land and upkeep. It was a good thing.

  Years ago I didn’t see us here. I had no idea the community would take such a liking to the place. We had a lot of regulars, college students came here as an initiation of sorts into the life. It was pretty amazing.

  And of course, our new bartender. The past few were good guys, but always had something going on. Alexa came off as reliable, and I hoped she was. Lord knows how beautiful she is. A natural beauty that doesn’t require the makeup and obnoxious clothing. Her face is so slender and soft, her lips a beautiful peachy color. I could kiss her for hours. I felt the tension between us, but I didn’t want to act on it just yet.

  Joshua had already taken his go at her, not that he had claimed her. It wasn’t something we had ever done before, but we did have wild days behind us back in college. Threesomes, sometimes more with the sorority sisters. Somehow it was a turn on, knowing she was with Joshua. I had no doubt Austin was next. Imagining her in her pleasure prepared me for my own. I wanted her; bad.

  I hid out in my office until the crowd came in. Then Joshua came bolstering in like a madman.

  “What the hell are you doing in here? Alexa is out there killing it.” He shut the door behind him and sat down.

  I closed out the browser window and stared at him apprehensively. He dressed casually in jeans and a polo, in fact he was always wearing that get up. But he looked like he already had a few drinks in him.