"When is the last time you got laid?" Corey asked.
"Three days ago. Why?" Baron answered.
"Just the way you're constantly fiddling with your beer. I just thought it was lack of sex. What's on your mind then?" Corey asked.
Baron sighed and let go off his beer.
"The girl from three ago. I was a real jerk in the morning to her," he said.
"Wait. You let someone stay the night? You never do that," Corey said surprised.
"I know. There was just something about her. And then I accused her for being a ring rat," Baron said.
"And was she?" Corey asked.
"No, she had absolutely no fucking clue who I was which only made me like her even more. She didn't go home with me because of who I am. She went home with me because she actually wanted me," Baron answered.
"And you fucking ruined it all?" Corey asked with a chuckle.
"I fucking ruined it all," Baron said and nodded. "Doesn't matter though. She threw in my face that I was nothing more than a rebound to her anyway."
Corey smirked a little by the sight of his friend in front of him. Baron would often take women home and he would get rid off them before the sun rose but he had never seen him like this before.
"You seem rather smitten with her. Tell me about her," he said.
"Her name's Erin. She's one sexy little kitten or maybe more a hellcat the way she showed her claws that morning," Baron said with a little laugh. "Medium brown hair, shoulderlength..."
"Like that one?" Corey cut him off and pointed behind him.
Baron turned around in his seat and looked towards the woman in a short pair of denim shorts and a black tank top dancing on top of a table to several men's amusement. They were cheering and whistling at her.
"Not like that one. Exactly that one. That's her," Baron said and looked at Corey again.
"Go catch your kitten. I got my eyes on the blonde by the bar anyway," Corey said and winked.
Baron got up from his seat and walked towards the table. The second he reached it, one of the men moved his hand forward to try and touch her. He grabbed the man's wrist and pulled it back with force.
"If you wanna leave this bar without any broken fingers, I suggest you keep your hands to yourself," he growled.
"Come on, man! She's putting it out there for us all to see," the man argued.
"Exactly. For you to see, not touch. You don't ever touch a woman without her permission," Baron said and pushed the man away.
He looked up and met her eyes. She just looked down at him, like she was waiting for him to say or do something. He reached up towards her to offer her a helping hand to get down from the table.
"What are you doing, Erin?" He asked with a smile.
"Dancing, having fun," she answered as she took his hand and got down from the table.
"You do realize one of these men were about to put his hands on you if I hadn't stopped him?" He asked.
"I don't need you to be my saviour," she answered.
She turned and started walking away from him but he quickly followed.
"Come on, can't we just, like, talk or something?" He asked, struggling to find the right words to say.
"I think you said everything you needed to say that morning when you accused me of being a guinea pig," she said.
"Ring rat," he corrected.
She stopped and turned to look at him. Her eyes looked angry and he knew he was about to get yelled at but it never happened. Her eyes suddenly widened and she grabbed his arm and started dragging him towards the back entrance, clearly using him to shield herself so that someone wouldn't notice her.
"Yeah, sure, talking sounds good by now," she said.
"What the..." He muttered but went along with her.
She breathed a sigh of relief once they were outside and the door was closed behind him.
"I take it someone entered you really didn't wanna see?" He asked.
"You can say that. Just some idiot I don't wanna bother with tonight," she answered.
He looked at her arms under the pale light and saw the bruises on her left arm and he started chuckling.
"Just going on a wild guess here. Whoever was in there is another rebound who gave you these?" He asked while touching her arm.
She flinched back from his touch and just gave him a hard look. He held his hands up in the air in defeat.
"It's alright. If you go around a bit, it's none of my business," he said.
A loud smack was heard and he felt the pain on his cheek as she slapped him.
"You don't know shit about me!" She spat.
He turned his head back, still smiling although he felt pain. She was already walking away from him but he wasn't gonna let her get away. Things were just starting to become fun in his world.
He quickly caught up with her and grabbed her arm.
"Let me go," she hissed and yanked her arm free.
"Come on, kitten, show me what else you got," he challenged as he grabbed her arm again.
She stared at him for a few seconds and he waited for her hand to hit him again. Instead she grabbed his shirt and pulled him down to kiss him. She was aggresive and it only turned him on even more. He pushed her up against the nearest wall, not willing to allow her to take over, as he kept kissing her and ran a hand up her thigh, moving it behind her until he reached her ass and squeezed it.
He broke the kiss to catch his breath.
"Fucking hellcat!" He growled and yanked her away from the wall and towards him.
He had no idea how they actually managed to make it back to his place with their clothes on. They couldn't keep their hands and lips off each other and he knew that whoever they had passed along the way had gotten quite the show but he couldn't care about that now. All he cared about was getting her back into his bed although she never actually made it that far.
Once inside his bedroom he tore her clothes off and bent her over the dresser next to them. His hand went between her legs and he pushed two fingers inside her, working them on her, feeling how wet she was, hearing how she moaned, while he managed to open his pants and push them down along with his boxers with his free hand.
He kicked both pieces of clothing aside, removed his fingers from her and quickly pushed his dick inside her instead. The sounds she made drove him crazy. He grabbed her hair and yanked her head backwards.
"Come on, kitten, purr for me," he said lowly in her ear while thrusting into her hard.
The hairpulling only seemed to make her moan louder, so he wrapped her hair tightly around his hand and held her like that while he kept thrusting into her. His other hand slapped her ass a couple of times and he felt her squeeze his dick tight as she cried out in lust as he made her cum.
He couldn't hold back any longer. She felt too damn good and he followed her over the edge with one last hard thrust. Besides, he had plans on giving her a couple of more rounds so it didn't matter that he came already.
"Fucking hell!" He growled lowly as he let go off her hair.
He pulled out of her and finally pulled off his shirt that he had never gotten out of, threw it somewhere on the floor before dumping down on his back on the bed.
"You're one sexy kitten," he said as he looked at her.
Not knowing whether or not to thank him for those words, she just gave him a smile and started collecting her clothes from the floor.
"What are you doing?" He asked as he watched her start to dress.
"What does it look like? I'm getting dressed," she answered.
"But why?" He asked.
"Because I'm leaving," she answered.
He sighed and sat up on the bed, putting his feet on the floor as he looked up at her.
"You can stay the night. I promise not to be a jerk tomorrow," he said.
"I don't want to," she said as she pulled up her shorts, leaving her completely dressed in front of him.
How he wanted to reach for her and get her out of her clothes again and force her down on the bed so he could have his way with her half the night and wrap his arms around her the other half, just feeling her warm body up against his chest while he fell asleep. However, he could see that was not a plan she would wanna be part of by the way she looked at him.
"I'd like to see you again," he tried.
"That's not gonna happen," she said.
"Why not?" He asked.
She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair.
"Look, Baron, I'm not exactly single," she said.
"What does not exactly mean?" He asked.
"Fine, I'm not single. I have a boyfriend," she answered.
"Then why are you fucking around with me?" He asked.
She shrugged her shoulders, not knowing what to answer. Right now she just seemed like a cheating bitch and that was exactly how she wanted him to think of her. Anything to make him back off. Something clicked inside of his head as he thought back on the evening.
"Oh, so he was the one you were running from inside the bar? Had a bad fight or something and needed to get some payback with me?" He asked in an angry tone.
"No, it wasn't him. It was one of his friends but word would still have reached him if he had seen me standing there with you," she answered.
"So I take it he's the one leaving those sex marks on you," he said and pointed at her arm.
"It's not what it looks like," she said.
"Come on, we both know you like it rough. Don't try denying it now," he said annoyed.
"I do but these are not sex marks," she said.
"What are they then?" He asked with a smirk, dying to hear what stupid excuse she would come up with.
"Nothing. Goodbye Baron," she said in a sad tone and quickly left his bedroom.
He sat on the bed and listened to her feet walking through his house. She wasn't even out of it before everything finally clicked inside his head. He suddenly felt more angry than ever as he jumped up from the bed and ran through the house to stop her. He reached her just as she opened the front door and stopped her.
"Is he hurting you?" He asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said.
"Cut the bullshit. Is he beating you?" He asked.
"That's none of your business," she said and pushed his hands away.
She quickly stepped outside. He was about to follow when he realized he was still naked and he really didn't wanna give the neighbours a show.
"Wait here just for a minute. Please," he said as he turned around and ran back to the bedroom to put his boxers back on.
She was gone when he came back a minute later. He ran outside and looked in both directions of the street but he couldn't see her anywhere.
"Erin?" He called out loud but there was no response.
He ran his fingers through his hair as he suddenly felt helpless.
"Damn it, kitten, why did you have to stray onto my path?" He growled to himself.