"You're moody again," Corey said as he came back to the table with two beers. "Thinking about her again, I assume?"
"It's almost been a month," Baron said.
The weather had changed quickly within that month. They had had late Summer, going way over due and not letting Autumn in at all, but suddenly Winter had arrived. Everything was grey and cold and they said it would start snowing any day. The crappy weather matched Baron's mood.
"No word at all?" Corey asked.
"No word, no sighting, no nothing," Baron answered.
"Should have gotten her number while you had her in sight," Corey said.
"No need to be a smart ass about it. Don't you think I regret not getting it or at least her last name so I could look her up online or in the god damn phonebook?" Baron sneered.
"Wow, wow, calm down, tiger. I'm not the bad guy here," Corey said and raised his hands.
Baron sighed and fell back in his seat, looking defeated and trashed.
"I'm sorry. I just wish that I knew if she was alright," he said and shook his head. "Who am I kidding? Of course she's not alright. Not as long as she's with that dipshit."
"Ehm, Baron?" Corey said as he started smiling.
"Yeah?" Baron asked.
"Better not let her get away this time then," Corey said and pointed.
Baron turned around in disbelief, half expecting his friend to play a cruel joke on him, but there she was in person, walking into the bar alone, wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a black long sleeved blouse, looking even more beautiful than he remembered.
"Well, don't just sit here. Go get her, for fuck's sake," Corey said.
"I'm going," Baron said as he quickly got up.
A thousand words went through his mind in a matter of seconds as he tried to figure out what would be the right thing to say to her first. All words left his mind as she turned around and saw him approaching. Those dark blue eyes looked straight into his soul, leaving his mind empty of any rational thought. Instead he just took her hand without a word and started walking towards the bathrooms. She too didn't say a word but just followed him.
As soon as he had locked the door behind them, he wrapped his arms around her and pushed her up against the nearest wall. He leaned his head down on her shoulder, buried his nose in her hair, took in the familiar scent he had missed so much and gently let his lips touch her neck.
"Kitten," he could hardly get the word out.
"Baron," she said in the same low tone.
The sound of her voice sent shivers down his spine and he squeezed his arms around her a little tighter before he suddenly roared lowly, grabbed her under her ass and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs and arms around him as he trapped her completely between him and the wall, demanding her lips in a passionate kiss. He sucked her bottom lip in between his teeth before letting it go with a chuckle.
"You've been a bad kitten, disappearing on me for so long, having me all worried and shit," he said.
"I don't know what you want me to say about that," she said.
"A sorry would be good to start with. Or how about a promise not to do that again?" He said as he gave her a serious look.
"I can't do that," she said.
Anger rushed through him and he growled lowly as he moved one of his hands from under her up to grab her chin. Not in a painful way as he had seen Palmer do to her a month before but just to make sure she didn't look away from him.
"I know you want me just as much as I want you," he said.
"Is that so?" Her eyes were challenging him.
"If you didn't, you wouldn't be holding on to me like this with your legs and arms around me. You would be hanging like a ragdoll, waiting for me to let go off you again. No, Kitten..." He said as his hand slowly moved down to her breasts. "...you can't deny it. I bet you've been doing a whole lot of thinking about me this past month, mainly what I might do to you once our paths crossed again."
His hand moved further down and landed on her crotch. He pushed inwards, grabbing at her, and when a little moan slipped out of her mouth by accident, he couldn't help but smirk.
"Mmm, kitten, even through these denim jeans I can feel how wet you are," he said in a husky voice. "Tell me you missed me."
He moved his hand up and popped open the bottoms on her jeans. He let a fingertip run in the waistband of her panties, teasing her, waiting for her to say what he wanted to hear. He leaned forward and gave her bottom lip a lick with his tongue.
"Tell me, kitten," still that husky voice.
He pushed his fingers inside her panties but not far enough down to actually touch her where he knew she was aching to be touched.
"I missed you," she finally admitted.
He smirked again and moved his hand further down, stopping just before he reached her clit. She let out a sound of annoyance when he stopped and his smirked turned into a full grin.
"Does it hurt, kitten? Are you aching for me to touch you? Do you want me to touch you so badly that your sweet little pussy is hurting?" He asked.
"God damn it, Baron, it's been a month without your touch. Yes, I'm fucking hurting," she said and bit her lip.
"Then purr for me, kitten," he said as he pushed his hand further down and his fingers landed on her clit, immetiately starting to draw circles on her.
She closed her eyes with a moan and tilted her head backwards on the wall. He held her up as he pleasured her and just watched her as she came undone by his touch. He wanted more, he wanted her, he wanted to do unspeakable things to her and have his way with her, but right now in that moment it was only about her and all about her. He just wanted to see her smile with that blissful look on her face she always got when he made her cum.
He leaned in and gently kissed her and he could feel her smile against his lips. He leaned back out and watched her as she opened her eyes and looked at him. He smiled at her, pulled his fingers up from her panties again and sucked his fingertips before putting the hand under her ass again and kissing her again.
"I miss you, kitten, everyday," he said as he kissed her neck.
She responded with a soft moan and squeezed his shoulders.
"Come home with me. Please, don't say no this time," he pleaded.
"Baron..." She whispered.
"You know I'll make it worth it," he said in a teasing voice and nippled on her earlobe.
"Baron, please," she said more firmly.
He sighed, moved his head out again and put her down on his feet.
"Damn it, Erin, is it always gonna be like this?" He asked.
"Like what?" She asked while closing her jeans again.
"Like this! Am I always gonna be nothing more than your dirty little secret?" He asked.
"I never asked you to be. You decided to. You could have chosen never to get back in touch with me after that morning but oh no. You came over to me when you saw me again at the bar. I hadn't even noticed you. You could have let me be. You chose this! Not me," she hissed.
"That was before I knew you had a boyfriend and a shitty one too," he hissed back.
She turned around and kicked the door in a rage he hadn't seen before. He raised his eyebrows, finding her anger kind of hot actually, but he knew better than to comment on it right in that moment.
"Damn it, Baron, why did you have to get into my sight that night, huh? Why do you have to be so fucking attractive that it hurts just to look at you?" She yelled.
He opened his mouth to say something but quickly closed it again when he realized he had absolutely no idea what to respond to that.
"Guys like you don't end up with girls like me. You fuck us and then leave us for something better, something... real," she said.
"You are real," he said as he quickly walked over to her and gently lifted up her chin. "And as for something better... Damn kitten, if you knew just how good you make me feel, you would understand why I can't get you our of my fucking head."
She placed her hands on his chest, wanting to push him away but she couldn't. Not because she didn't have the strength to it but because her hands simply refused to even try to push.
"It's just sex," she said.
His hands covered hers and held them tight on his chest.
"Even you don't believe that. I know you felt what I felt that day we went to lunch together," he said.
He leaned down and captured her lips in a kiss. She kissed him back and for a few seconds he just enjoyed it. He felt one of her hands slip out of his grip and reach behind her. He sighed against her lips and dropped his other hand in defeat as he heard her unlock the door.
"Kitten, please don't go," he tried one last time.
"I have to," she said in an apologetic tone.
"You know where I live. If anything happens, day or night, come to me. Don't think it through, just fucking run if you have to and come to me. I'll never deny you," he said.
He reached for her hands and brought them to his lips to kiss them.
"Never," he whispered as he let go.
She just nodded, her eyes sad and thankful at the same time, and then she turned around, opened the door and walked out.
He stayed behind for a minute or two, trying to get a hold on himself, before he finally walked out of the bathroom too. He looked around the bar but she was gone. His heart felt heavy as he walked back to Corey.
