Chapter 27

As Leah hung precariously upside down, her frenzied ranting stopped. She was still seething over Dean's arrogantly macho display, but was biting her tongue because they were now out of the pub and on a busy downtown sidewalk. In broad daylight. Where plenty of people could see them.

Unfortunately for Leah, she could see them as well. She chose to keep her eyes cast downward so that she only had to deal with the feet, not the gawking stares, of the passersby, but just knowing how it must look was bad enough. She noticed the different pairs of shoes that stopped and turned in her direction and her face flushed. Dean was still carrying her as if she were a sack slung over his shoulder, to prove some point of which she was still unclear, and in the process was making her the subject of some humorous little story that many of these strangers would soon be sharing with their friends.

And that wasn't the worst part. Oh no, not by far. The worst part was that in some twisted way, she had become highly aroused by his caveman antic. It was a rather erotic position; Dean's hands on her ass, gripping it firmly as he held onto her while she clung to his back. Her imagination was working overtime, conjuring up all sorts of decidedly decadent scenarios and even though she was trying her best to push them aside, her body was not cooperating.

She was angry, not horny, she told herself. After all, the man had humiliated her by hoisting her up and toting her off in front of all those men in the pub, which happened to include Sam. And when he told Amy? That alone should be enough to keep her from growing damp with need for Dean. Only it wasn't.

But then, this crazy stir of emotions that she was feeling shouldn't surprise her. It wouldn't be the first time she'd had the itch to both kill and make love to Dean. Thankfully the latter urge always won out. So far. Leah knew that deep down she'd already forgiven him for all the stunts he'd recently pulled. How could she not? He was just being himself, doing the sort of things that she should expect him to do. But she'd be damned if she let him off the hook too easily. If, of course, she could keep her sex-starved body at bay long enough.

Leah's stomach jostled against the solid expanse of his shoulder with each step he took, so she tried to use that slight discomfort to draw her thoughts away from their sexual bent. When that didn't work, she knew the only thing that would help keep her lust under control was her immediate extrication from this heady situation.

"Put me down, Dean. Now!" she demanded. Since they were outside and in public, Leah refrained from using any accompanying words that a person might deem unpleasant. It was by no means for Dean's benefit. He certainly deserved a few choice words.

Leah had no idea that she wasn't the only one who found the present position to be a huge turn on. Dean's cock was thick and aching, straining so hard against his jeans he wondered why they hadn't split open. He knew how pissed she was but he wasn't quite ready to release his hold on her, not when he was enjoying the proximity of her luscious little ass, which he was sorely tempted to nip. He settled for a pat and a squeeze.

"I don't think you're in a position to tell me what to do, Leah." He laughed then, finding humor in his words and, she guessed, her awkward predicament.

The change in his demeanor was a bit of a surprise after the scene inside the bar. She'd expected to face his anger, not the lighter tone and cocky air that were quintessentially Dean. Maybe she should have welcomed it, but the fact that he found the situation so amusing actually grated on her and it was enough to add fuel to the already burning fire. And she didn't mean the sexual fire.

So the bastard was enjoying this, was he? Don't think you're in a position...she mimicked in her head. Oh, the man was making it much easier for her. Payback was imminent, her present arousal aside.

Dean shifted her slightly as he continued toward the Impala, and Leah swore she could hear the beer sloshing around in her stomach. That's when she had an idea that might make him reconsider his hold on her. Smiling darkly, she said, "No, but I'm in the perfect position to get rid of all this beer I drank!"

Dean's pace slowed and Leah's devilish grin widened. "You wouldn't." he warned.

"Don't think so? I had a lot of beer, Dean. A lot. And I'm not feeling too good. This bouncing around could bring it all up on me. And you. But hey, if you wanna keep going we'll find out, won't we?"

That brought him to a dead stop. Dean could see the car parked not more than five yards away, but that was a lot further when you were faced with the threat of someone throwing up on you. Hell, he'd better put her down. Relinquishing, he began to ease her forward when he realized there was no reason he couldn't make the most of it. Tightening his grip on her waist, he kept her close so that her body slid slowly down, rubbing along the full length of his until her feet touched the ground. He released an audible sigh, his body temperature spiking from the intimate contact.

"Happy now? Cause I know I am." He looked down into a smiling face, but when his eyes fixed on hers he could see the fury irradiating in their mahogany depths.

He'd been duped. She'd never been much of a drinker, but she'd apparently learned to handle her liquor better, and more of it, during their time apart. Wisely, he started to take a step back, put a little distance between them, but he wasn't able to move fast enough. Leah fisted her hands in the front of his jacket, shifted her weight to her right foot and swept around with her left, kicking Dean's feet out from beneath him. At the same time she threw her weight forward and the suddenness of the moves along with her momentum had him tipping backwards. Holding on, Leah fell with him to the hard cement.

Dean landed solidly on the ground, a loud grunting sound gushing forth as Leah's body sprawled out on top of his. Face to face, she gave him a smirk oozing with self-gratification. "I like this position much better, Dean."

She straddled him, settling her backside comfortably over his crotch before sitting him up. Already hot enough to burst into flames, she knew taunting him this way was simply torturing herself as well, but she couldn't resist. Seems he wanted full contact and she was more than happy to give him some. A slow gyration of her hips had her bottom rubbing sensuously over the impressive erection he was sporting.

Jerking on his coat, she pulled him against her, chest to chest, her lips close to his. "You're turned on, aren't you sweetie?" Her tongue slid out to glide over his lips and Dean parted them for her, allowing her entrance, but she drew back. "Oh yeah you are!" she cooed, her voice smooth and soft as crushed velvet.

Pressing against his shaft, another stroke of her hips had her clit humming, but also got the desired groan from him. "I sure hope while you're finding a way to take care of this..." One hand dipped discreetly between them to brush between his legs. "that you keep in mind what an asshole you are."

With a final push, Leah stood up and faced Sam. Her small form of retribution was so satisfying that it left her oblivious to the shocked faces of the people who had stopped to watch, saving her from dealing with more embarrassment. She smiled at the younger Winchester and said, "I'm ready to go now."

With a tilt of her head toward Dean, her expression changed. The smile faded and her eyes were smoldering. As she stomped off to the car she realized it was a lost cause. She'd never make it through the day without tearing the clothes off that man and doing every sinful deed she could possibly think of.

As Leah shoved him back and hopped off of him, Dean could hear Sam snickering. From his unwieldy place on the ground, Dean tossed up a withering look that worked well to silence his amused brother. He knew just how much Sam was enjoying this turn of events. The guy still gave him hell about the black eye Leah'd given him the year before so this would probably rank pretty high up there in his repertoire of 'remember when' stories.

Standing, Dean tugged his jacket into place and watched Leah strut toward the Impala. God, but she was something! Beautiful, graceful, sensitive and sweet, but push the right buttons and you brought out the she-devil; tough, angry, and aggressive. And then there was her passion. Passion. Now that was one part of her that he liked to bring out all the time. The thought alone made him shift, his hard on raging out of control.

Find a way to take care of it, she'd said. Well, if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that Leah was as hot as he was, so it was just a matter of getting her alone. Then she could help him take care of it.

Pushing his carnal thoughts aside, Dean looked at his brother. Although it was a bit lopsided due to Sam's cut lower lip, there was a smile rooted firmly on to the younger man's face. Reaching out, Dean smacked Sam's arm. "What the hell are you grinning at?" he asked gruffly.

Sam shrugged. "Nothing."

"Keep it that way." Dean started to brush past but Sam stopped him.

"You know, Dean, there actually is one thing..." he started to say, a teasing note to his voice.

"Let it go, Sam!"

Trying to keep a straight face, Sam said, "Yeah, but you asked."

Dean edged closer. Man it really drove him crazy sometimes that at his height he had to look up at his kid brother! His features morphed into one of his more intimidating looks; lids partially lowered, brows drawn together causing the small crease to form between them, his normally soft mouth pulled into a frown. He gathered a handful of Sam's hoodie into his fist. "I'm warning you, Sammy. Now is not the time."

Throwing his hands up in the air, Sam again made an attempt to smile. It was a bit painful, but worth it. "Whoa, take it easy, Dean. I mean, the way you were thrown around just now by Leah you're probably a little bruised up. I wouldn't want to cause you any more discomfort."

"Okay, smart ass. Let's put it out there. Leah took me down. But I was distracted, all right? I was looking for the car and she caught me off guard. It happens." Seeing Sam's quizzical expression, he knew the string of excuses weren't cutting it. "You aren't gonna let me forget this one either, are you?" he added.

Sam's reply was instantaneous. "No way."

"Bitch!" Dean grumbled.

"Jerk!" Sam tossed back.

Dean let go of Sam's hoodie and spun him around toward the car, giving him a push to send him on his way. Truth was, his ass and back were a bit sore from the harsh landing, not that he'd ever let Sam, or Leah for that matter, know.

As he followed Sam, Dean realized he was also somewhat worn down from the bar fight. Gripping his chin, he waggled his jaw to test its soreness. Big Red packed one hell of a punch, but damn if that brawl hadn't felt good. Took care of his anger at any rate. Now he just had to satisfy his appetite.

He reached the Impala and saw Leah slumped down in the backseat staring broodingly out the opposite window. He felt the change in his body and paused for a few seconds to savor it. It was the same each time he laid eyes on her, or dared to allow himself the pleasure of blocking everything else but her from his thoughts. A warm sensation flowed through him. Something more than desire. Much more. Yet he couldn't quite describe it. All he knew was that no matter what emotion she stirred up, that warmth was there inside of him. And he never wanted to lose it.

Sam rolled down the passenger window and waved at him. "Hello! Dean! She jar something lose in your head when she dropped you?"

A corner of Dean's mouth lifted. "Yeah. Maybe she did." he said quietly.

Sam didn't hear his resonse. "What? Never mind. You gonna get in the car, or what?"

Sliding behind the wheel, Dean adjusted the mirror so he could see Leah. Her eyes shifted forward and she saw him watching her. She didn't turn away, but met his gaze and held it. Dean saw it, it was there. Raw hunger. No matter how mad she was, it didn't hinder her need for him. He understood that. It was the same for him when it came to Leah.

Dean started the car and pulled away from the curb. His body was hard, hungry. It was definitely time to satisfy his appetite and the starter, main course and dessert were all wrapped up in one right there in his backseat.

TBC