Honey, Honey by Rebel Carter

Chapter Fifteen

LAW

She was mad. Honey wasn’t sweet anymore. She was a wildfire that was bent on consuming any and everything that had the misfortune of crossing her path.

I fucking liked it more than I should.

She looked like an angry goddess with her legs spread open just an inch too much, thighs soft and inviting, god, if I wasn’t so pissed at her I would sink down onto my knees and taste her. Worship at her pussy until she screamed my name and came all over my tongue. I’d done it before, I could do it again, even if this time it would be in public with her sitting on a gaudy bubblegum pink couch.

Who the fuck ordered this thing?

I liked pink, but this? This was nauseating in its Pepto Bismol shade. Plus, it didn’t look stable by the way Honey was fighting to stay upright. It made her arch her back slightly, pushing her tits out and I liked the way she looked like that, even if she got a glare on her pretty face.

She wasn’t having any shit tonight. I could tell when she told me I was a pain in her ass. I never dreamed my reason for coming to the club would be waiting for me wrapped up as pretty as a Christmas present. She looked good in the dress she chose, the dark green of it made her tan look all the more tantalizing. I knew her skin was soft, I’ve had my hands on her, but with the way the material is flowing over her thighs, trailing like water down her legs...god, she made me want to touch her.

She made me want.

My hands clenched. I shouldn’t be wanting a damn thing from Honey. If I did, I could take it all from her.

“That’s a nice story, princess,” I told her, not breaking her stare even though the heat behind her eyes would be enough to make half of the people in this room seek cover, “but I know different.”

She glared at me for a second more, eyes narrowing before her bottom lip trembled and I saw her eyes dart to the side. She was looking at someone else. And I knew exactly who the fuck it was without turning to look. Her shitty ex, the guy Connie told me about before I took off after her.

Christian O’Hanon. Fucking dipshit.

I knew him, or of him, but not enough to care to learn anything other than he was a shithead. Lower level hanger on with a lot of his daddy’s money he used to get himself into exclusive places, places like the Cairn. But he didn’t go too far here. Zeus had a thing for people earning their stripes, and Christian was still a novice.

But he was one with a mean streak.

Honey swallowed hard, her eyes following his journey across the room. I didn’t like the fear I saw in her face. She was afraid of him. Did he put his hands on her? The thought made me feel light headed. Anger hit me like a tidal wave and I clenched my hands into fists. I’d rip his throat out with my bare hands if he so much as touched her. The fire was dying in Honey the longer she watched that asshole and it cracked something open in me to see it. The strength that had flared bright in her rapidly dying and shrinking, until I saw her shoulders slump and her hands shake as she put them down on the couch to hold herself steady.

I had to do something so I played the only card I knew would work to pull her out of wherever the fuck it is that her mind was going.

“Eyes up here, princess,” I said, coming closer to her and flicking a hand from her to me. “Did I say you could look away?”

Her dark eyes snapped to my face, just like I asked, and I saw the embers of her strength coming back to life when she did. “You don’t tell me what to do,” she said, but her voice was quieter.

“I think tonight that’s kind of the point. Connie appointed me as your babysitter.”

“Chaperone,” she corrected.

“What’s the difference?”

She rolled her eyes at me and then shrugged. “I guess there really isn’t one,” she said after a minute. When she looked away from me, I snapped my fingers at her and I watched the fire in her eyes go into a full blaze. “What the fuck Law?” She was pissed. Perfect.

“If I’m going to lose my whole night to watching your ass, I’d appreciate your undivided attention, princess.” I said the words that I knew would get a rise, they came easily to me. Princess a little too easily, and I tried not to think about that. I hadn’t asked her what she liked and what she didn't, but I could see she was a brat. A submissive from what Connie told me, but one that liked mouthing off and pushing her Dom’s boundaries. That was all I had been told so far, all that I had time to know while her ex lurked around the club like a bad dream.

“I can’t believe I thought you were nice,” she whispered, but her eyes locked on mine. “Why the fuck did I ever want to go home with you?”

She might not understand it now. She might hate me right now, but this was all for her own good. I was doing this for her.

“Up,” I said, gesturing for her to follow me and when she didn’t budge, I said, “Unless you want to wait around for that asshole you call an ex to come calling?”

That got her up and moving, but not with a huff and a curse from her. I smiled in spite of myself. I liked that she was mouthy. It suited her far better than the wide eyed woman I’d rescued from the coffee shop, even better than the drunk girl that had fallen into my private room, but still it wasn’t the Honey I’d laid out on her kitchen table and ate until she was sobbing.

I liked that Honey the best, but this one? She was all right in my book.

Honey stomped behind me, the heels she wore striking down on the hardwood with thuds so loud, I whirled on her and held a finger up. “Are you trying to cause a scene?” I asked through gritted teeth.

“Maybe.”

“Throw a tantrum when there isn’t a couple that demands respect. Do you understand me?” I jerked my chin towards the stage where a couple was in the middle of a flogging scene. The submissive was standing, hands clasped and secured behind her back, stance wide. The position forced her to arch her back, offering her tits up to her Dom who was circling her with a flogger in hand. He was bringing the leather down on her with sure and swift flicks of his hand, the snap of the leather meeting her skin mingled with the submissive moans of pleasure and pain. When Honey didn’t answer me, I looked at her to see that she was watching the couple with rapt attention. Her eyes were wide and I knew she liked what she was seeing from the way her mouth parted, a soft inhalation in time with the swing of the Dom’s arm. The leather cracked against his submissive’s thigh and Honey licked her lips, her hands smoothing across her own thighs, fingers tightening in the lush material of her dress.

She was interested all right.

“Like what you see?” I asked, stepping in close to her when I noticed a man with tattoos and dressed in leathers notice her. I glared at him sending the clear signal that she was mine and I watched him retreat with a dip of his head. I looked around, eyes sweeping the crowd and saw that there were others watching Honey, like sharks in the fucking water. If this really was a job like I used to do, the kind where people got dead and their blood was on the line, I’d be on red alert. There was hunger in the eyes of the crowd we stood in, and I didn’t like it.

They saw what I saw in Honey. She was magnificent, and they all wanted a piece. I should have known there was a reason Connie wanted me here besides Christian. She could have had that piss ant handled in no time. What she was focused on was who would be spending time with Honey. Not just Connie, but Zeus. Honey had attracted the eye of the all powerful Zeus, but what I couldn’t figure out was why?

She was a beautiful woman. Striking with her dark brown eyes and the mass of dark curly hair that spilled over her shoulders and down her back. She had a great set of legs and her tits were, well, they were amazing. Not too big, just the right size for me to take in my hands while I ate her pussy. My palms tingled, and I remembered the weight of her flesh in my hands, how soft and willing she’d been then, moaning my name while my tie was wrapped around her wrists. I felt my cock start to harden and blew out a heavy sigh.

Right now was a shit time to get a hard-on for the woman I needed to be watching. The woman that I was purposely goading into getting pissed at me so she didn’t notice her ex boyfriend, or the fact that she had more attention on her than the submissive on stage getting their ass turned black and blue.

“You know I do,” she said, not looking away from the couple. She licked her bottom lip, tongue sliding along the plump flesh of her mouth.

“I don’t actually,” I said, even though she was right. I could tell from the arousal that was plain as day on her face, her body was practically vibrating with it. I knew if I dropped to my knees in front of her and pressed my face to the V of her thighs that I would smell it on her. My dick was hard now, balls starting to feel heavy, and I gritted my teeth at the familiar ache. I wanted this woman.

It didn’t matter. I wasn’t going to touch her. Not until she asked me to. Not until we had a very big talk, and not until she was stone cold sober. I frowned, glancing towards the bar where Connie was still lounging. She had an elbow up on the bar, lines of her body lax and casual even though I knew she was anything but. The woman knew precisely who was who, and what was happening on the club floor. Nothing escaped her notice, which had me wondering what the hell she was playing at letting Honey’s ex near her. Our eyes met and she smirked at me, raising the glass she was holding to her lips in what I knew was a toast.

Things were going exactly to Connie’s plans. Plans that I still didn’t understand. All I knew was that she’d offered me up as protection, made sure that I took the bait and now, here we were after I put on a little show for that fucker Christian. I glanced to the side, catching a glimpse of his profile. He was with the dark haired woman, the brunette that looked like a distorted knock off of Honey. They were the same height, similar build, their hair was close but not identical with dark curls and waves that made you want to comb your fingers through it. But the similarities ended there.

He had come here tonight with a Honey knock off, which made me think he knew my girl would be here. I flinched, not liking the my girl, but there was no time to figure that shit out now. I was done being out in the open with the club members circling Honey like she was up for grabs.

I didn’t care if she was unattached. She was mine, if only for tonight. And I didn’t like it when others thought they could take what was mine.

“We’re leaving,” I told her, turning back to face her.

She looked at me, dark eyes narrowed. “Why? Maybe I don’t want to leave.”

“Do you want to stay here where that asshole is?” I asked. “Or do you want to get comfortable?”

“No.” She bit her lip and then looked away. “I mean, no I don’t want to be out here where he is. He keeps watching me and I can’t just-I don’t know how to act like I don’t care, because I do.” Her voice wasn’t steady now, not like when she was giving me shit. She was nervous again.

I grunted in acknowledgement, because I got being bothered by shit more than you liked to admit. Particularly, since I was looking right at the source of my being bothered, and she was infuriatingly beautiful. “Then move it.”

“I swear to god, you order me around one more time…” She muttered, but she fell in step behind me and this time did so without causing a commotion. Good. I would reward her for that later.

“You like it,” I said, not having to turn to look at her to know she was right at my elbow. I didn’t need to have eyes on Honey to know where she was. My body felt it. Could point me in her direction by still semi-hard dick. Instead, I kept my eyes on the floor, sweeping them back and forth and making sure everyone kept their distance. She was overwhelmed. I could hear it in the slight tremble of her voice when she answered me.

“You’re so bossy.”

Again I grunted and concentrated on clearing a way in front of Honey. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, something I was sure had more to do with the interested look Connie was directing our way. Other club members could see she was watching us, which for the moment gave our movements more weight. The attention was a double edged sword. On one hand, I was glad for it, for the speed it gave us, we were halfway across the room with the hallway to my room in sight in half the time it had taken for us to leave the bar. But all that attention brought Christian O’Hanon’s eyes among those trained on us, tracking our every movement. There was no way he wasn’t watching us cross the room. That he didn’t know exactly where I was taking her.

“Where are we going?” Honey asked, hurrying to walk beside me. We descended the stairs and were in the hallway before I answered her.

“My room.” I glanced her way to see that she was frowning. Did she not like where I was taking her? “Is there somewhere else you would like to go?”

She sniffed but didn’t say anything, just crossed her arms and shook her head. “No.”

We were silent the rest of the walk to my room and I spent the time making sure there were no footsteps echoing behind us. There weren’t any, which was lucky for whoever might have been stupid enough to think about following us. We came to a stop in front of my door and I paused, turning to look down at her.

“Are you sure you want to come inside my room?” I pressed.

Honey rolled her eyes at me and nodded at the golden door. “Of course, I do. If I didn’t I wouldn’t have left with you.”

She had me there.

I gave her a quick nod, pulled out the golden key and unlocked the door. I held it open for her and Honey sailed into my room with all the confidence of a queen. That did something for the uneasy feeling that had started to take root in me at seeing her shaken. I didn’t like knowing Honey was unsure, that she might be feeling fear or anxiety, a display brought on by the sighting of her ex. My hands curled into fists and I followed her inside of my room before I shut the door with a jerk of my hands. God, I didn’t like what just thinking about Honey scared of another man did to me.

She was mine. Mine for tonight, and I took care of what was mine.