Bruised (Bruised Book 1) Page 9

  Chapter 11

  “Hey, Wynn…” I walked into his office without knocking since there were only the two of us in the club yet and the door wasn’t even closed properly.

  He put something down quickly and sat up, staring at me.

  I stopped, blinking. “What was that?”

  “Nothing.” But his hand couldn’t hide the paperback it was splayed over. Nor could it hide the picture of two naked chests on the cover.

  My nervousness from before was instantly replaced by a startled laugh and I walked over until I stood against his desk. “Are you reading gay romance novels?”

  “No.” But he didn’t quite look at me as he said that.

  “You are.” I swatted his hand away and took the book from him. He only half-heartedly tried to take it back. It was a picture of two naked male torsos over a landscape on the cover. I opened the book to a random page, skimmed some words, and quickly found out I was in the middle of a sex scene. “I thought you said you didn’t like porn.”

  “It’s not porn.” But he still wouldn’t look at me.

  I read further down the page. “Not porn? Really? What’s this then? ‘He wrapped his hand around the erect cock and guided it to—‘“

  “Okay, okay!” He snapped the book back and dropped it into a drawer. I swear he was the one flushing now, and that was something I hadn’t seen yet in the six days I’d been with him.

  This was hilarious. “You’re reading porn novels and yet you get on my case for watching anime? Do I have to remind you which is the most perverted out of those two?”

  He glowered up at me. “It’s not porn.”

  “Seemed like it to me. It explained in detail exactly how they had some hot, heavy, raw butt sex.” I wasn’t a stranger to reading sex scenes, but the ones I read were usually in all the fan fiction I consumed when I was obsessed with a series and the characters in it.

  “Yeah, yeah, keep teasing and see just how much sex you’re gonna get in the future,” he muttered mutinously.

  It startled a laugh out of me, because that was almost… petulant. “Are you threatening to withhold sex?” I walked around the desk to stand next to him.

  He swivelled his chair around so he faced me, wry grin back in place. “Would it work?”

  It so definitely would. “I don’t know. Maybe. Try and find out.”

  “Nah, I really can’t be arsed.” He slung an arm around my waist and pulled me onto his lap. I almost overbalanced, but his arm was strong, and I grabbed onto his shoulders, so I managed to stay seated.

  “Shouldn’t you be working instead of reading?” I looped my arms around his neck and moved to straddle him instead of sitting with both my feet to one side.

  “I’m done. Did you get some practice in? I figured I wouldn’t watch you today so you didn’t have to go all clumsy on me again.” His hands slipped down my side, thumbs brushing under the hem of my shirt to find bare skin.

  “I did. But I’m done too.” I’d taken advantage of the empty club and all the floor space, but there was only so much practice I could get in knowing that it wouldn’t be long till the club opened and my co-workers would be in soon.

  “Oh yeah?” he murmured, lips brushing over my jaw. “Then what on earth are we going to do until it’s time to open?”

  “I’ve got some ideas.” Mainly, I wanted to get on my knees and suck his dick. I couldn’t get enough of it. And the piercings still fascinated me to no end. I pressed the palm of my hand against his cock to get my message even more pointedly across.

  He huffed, then grabbed my arse, surged out of the chair and turned around to deposit me in it. “Ahh!” I sprawled in it, surprised and not quite sure what was going on. Until he got on his knees in front of me anyway, spreading my knees, and I gained a clue. “Hey, I wanted to—”

  “Yeah, I know.” But he wouldn’t let me, as evident from the fact he was already unzipping me. “But today is my turn. Just sit back and enjoy, Kasey.” He pulled my jeans and boxers down enough to free my dick, then set to work.

  My head thudded back against the back of the chair. I was slumped so much in it I was in danger of simply sliding out, but I put one foot on the edge to properly brace me. The other I spread even more to give him space.

  His head was buried in my lap, nose in my pubes, as he took my hardening dick in, sucking it nice and good from flaccid to half-hard.

  “Wynn…” I trailed off as my gaze cut to the side, staring at his nice, big, wide desk. “Do you have any lube around?”

  My dick popped out of his mouth with a wet pop. “As a matter of fact, I do. Why?”

  “Condoms?”

  “Mmhm.” He stroked my length, sucking greedily on the tip, swallowing the pre-come all but leaking out of me.

  “Your desk,” I choked out, trying to ignore the way the tip of his tongue ran over my slit and then down to circle my head. “It’s all wide and big and I could lie on it—” I’d never had penetrative sex anywhere but in a bed.

  With Al, it always happened in my bed, and after he’d got off—with me on my stomach, head buried in a pillow—he left to resume his daily activities or to go back to his own bed. I’d sucked his cock everywhere around the flat, but sex itself… no, never anywhere else. And here we were, with that wide expanse of wood available and instead I was slumped in a desk chair.

  My words registered with him, because he stopped, gaze flicking up to look at me. “You want me to fuck you on my desk?”

  “Y-yeah.” Was that too much? Wouldn’t he like that? I bit my lip anxiously. “It’s okay if you don’t—”

  He stood up, dark eyes staring down at me, effectively silencing me. “Get on the desk then.”

  I was out of the chair in the blink of an eye, while he bent down to the bottom drawer and pulled out a condom and a small tube of lube.

  “You fuck people in your office often?” I asked, eying it.

  He snorted. “Hardly. This’ll be the first time, actually.” He undid his own jeans, pulling them down enough for his hard dick to slip free. “I just always figured it’s wise to be prepared. You never know, right? And it’s paid off now.”

  That it has. I smiled as I turned my back on him, pushing my clothes down past my arse. Getting out of my clothes completely felt a little too kinky—this was our workplace after all and what if we were interrupted and had to get dressed in a hurry? So for this time, this would have to do.

  He came up behind me, slick fingers instantly finding my arse, sliding down my crack to rub at my hole. I braced my hands against the desk, widening my stance as much as possible while restricted by my skinny jeans. Two of his fingers slid into me and I arched my back, moaning softly before I could stop myself.

  “That’s it.” He pressed close, cheek resting against mine as he finger-fucked me gently. “Let me hear how much you like it.”

  I wasn’t going to get any louder, if that’s what he thought. Not in his office, with the door open, the club opening in not too long and co-workers set to arrive any second.

  He pulled his fingers out. “Maybe this’ll make you louder.” And they were replaced by the head of his dick butting against me.

  Oh! That felt good, as it breached me, the whole length slowly sliding inside. Is he making this a challenge? I wondered absentmindedly, tilting my head back against his neck. To see how much he can make me moan? In that case he was so going to lose. Maybe I’d let him win at home, but here? No way. Even if Al hadn’t forbidden me from sounds and the habit had stuck… I wouldn’t go full-out vocal in his damn office.

  He slid back, almost all the way, then thrust back in.

  I pitched forward, catching myself against the desk before I headbutted it, and the moan that left me did so without my permission. Dammit. He’s winning that challenge anyway. And he knew it, because when I chanced a quick glance over my shoulder, he was grinning as he watched himself fuck my arse.

  I folded my hands on top of the desk and rested my forehead against them, moving m
y hips in time with his thrusts. He was gripping my hips, his snapping back and forth in quick succession, and damn it all, but his dick was poking against my prostate and it was all just too mu—

  “Ahhh!” I came without so much as touching my own dick, splattering the drawers of his desk with sticky white semen. “Oh!” That was surprising. It had never happened to me before.

  He leant forward, draping over my back, and chuckled in my ear. “That’s a good boy.” His hips still snapped back and forth, driving his cock into my body again and again and leaving me unable to speak or think or do anything but try my best to breathe.

  When he came, he stayed on top of me, forehead resting against my neck, as he got his own breathing under control.

  Clapping brought us both into the here and now rather forcefully, both our heads shooting up to stare at the doorway. Oh shit, shit, shit! We’d spent too long, someone had come in for work and seen me get fucked by the boss—but it wasn’t a co-worker. Not one I knew about anyway.

  “Get the fuck out, Chad!” Wynn snapped.

  He only laughed. “Get out? Hell, I’d join in if you’d let me.”

  Who the hell is he? He was clearly someone Wynn was familiar with. Speaking of Wynn, he was still buried in my arse, and the redhead was leaning against the doorway, grinning wickedly.

  Wynn straightened, reached down to hold onto the condom as he pulled out, then hurried to be rid of it and pull his clothes up. All this he did while hiding his lower body behind me—and once he was done, I quickly pulled up my own underwear and skinny jeans before the redhead could get an eyeful.

  “So you’re getting kinky in your office now, huh?” he said, still leaning against the doorway, not making a move to come further into the room. “I thought you were a bit of a prude when it came to sex? You got that desperate?”

  My face was red. I could feel it burn.

  “Shouldn’t you be in hospital?” Wynn grumbled, effectively ignoring the question. He zipped his jeans up, then grabbed some napkins he had on his desk to dry off his slick hand. The lube lay discarded on the desk, in plain sight, and I flushed even redder.

  How much did he see? I hadn’t given a thought to the door after Wynn slid into me. All that had existed in my world after that was Wynn—and his dick, fucking me so good I forgot anything else existed.

  “I was discharged a few hours ago.” He sighed, shuffling a little. “Back to scratch again. New drugs, new schedules. Let’s hope it last longer than a couple years this time around.”

  Drugs? Was he sick?

  Wynn put a hand on the small on my back, rubbing gently, but his focus remained on the redhead by the door. What had he said his name was again?

  “Doesn’t he work for you?” The redhead nodded to me, and when I dared look, I saw he was gazing at me appraisingly.

  “He does,” Wynn confirmed.

  “Just be careful of a sexual harassment lawsuit, would you?” He blew out a breath. “You hear about those once in a while. It’s never good.”

  I straightened instinctually. Sexual harassment lawsuit?

  Wynn’s hand left the small of my back and instead landed heavily across my shoulder, around my neck. “Mind your own business, Chad.” Right, that was his name. “Besides, I doubt my own boyfriend’s going to sue me.”

  My head turned so quickly I was afraid I’d suffer whiplash and my eyes widened. He’d said the B-word. It shouldn’t come as a surprise, not really, considering I bloody lived with him… but he’d just admitted it out loud to someone else. He’d admitted to being my boyfriend to someone who was clearly his friend, and he’d done so almost… proudly. If I read him correct.

  Chad’s chuckled. “Boyfriend, huh? Wow. That’s great. And about damn time. It’s been too long since Madison—”

  “Chad,” Wynn growled dangerously low, clearly a warning.

  Madison. So that was the dead boyfriend. Didn’t Wynn want to talk about him? Then again, he’d killed himself, so no matter how many years went by, that had to still hurt. They hadn’t broken up, but his death had ended the relationship… It must’ve been really hard for Wynn to deal with.

  “All right, all right.” Chad held his hands up, palms out, in the universal sign for peace. “No talking about that. Gotcha.”

  I still had lube smeared in my arse and it was getting increasingly uncomfortable. “I’m gonna go get changed,” I murmured to Wynn. It wasn’t quite time to open the club yet, but I might as well get the bar ready.

  He nodded, arm falling down to hang loosely at his side. I shuffled past him and over the floor—a walk that felt twice as long as it was with Chad staring at me.

  “He’s cute,” I heard Chad say as I was out the door.

  “What do you want?” Wynn growled, clearly not in a better mood even with me gone and the embarrassing situation he’d caught us out in behind us. “I’m busy. I’ve got work to do.”

  Considering I’d caught him reading a romance novel, that wasn’t exactly true. Or maybe he’d just taken a break—and then an even longer one as I came into the office? Maybe he actually was busy, but he’d taken enough time to spend some quality time fucking me? No matter what, I got a lot of a warmer welcome than Chad did. And he didn’t grumble to me about being busy. In fact, he always made time for me, didn’t he?

  I couldn’t help the wide smile spreading over my lips and I hurried over to the break room and my locker. I felt almost… giddy. And wasn’t that a first?

  Chapter 12

  “Kasey!” Wynn yelled from the edge of the bar.

  Normally, yelling would’ve startled me, but the music was so loud that even yelling, his voice was almost drowned out.

  “Uh oh,” Cooper whispered as he slipped past me. “Sounds like someone’s in trouble.” But he gave me a teasing smile that made me instantly think that Adam had shared some juicy gossip with him.

  I ambled over to Wynn. He was leaning against the bar, eyes only for me, and when I was opposite him, he leaned in so he wouldn’t have to shout anymore. “If Chad comes to the bar, he’s not allowed to buy anything.”

  “He gets free drinks?” I asked, just to be sure.

  “No. He’s not allowed to drink anything at all. Water, sure, alcohol? Never.”

  I blinked. “Uh, okay.” I wanted to ask why, but didn’t dare. The club was open and busy and people were packed, and what did it really matter anyway?

  “He’s mentally ill,” Wynn said, leaning in further to speak against my ear. His stubbly cheek rasped against my smooth one. “Alcohol interferes with his meds and can induce mania.”

  Oh. Yes, that made sense. Mania, huh? Some forgotten memory came back, of listening to my brother speaking about this bloke who was bipolar. Must’ve been Chad. Or probably, anyway. He was the reason Kian knew Wynn, after all, had to be. Which meant he must be the friend Wynn had used to sleep with before his boyfriend died—and Chad shacked up with not just one but two lovers.

  “He won’t be getting any from me,” I promised, and I hoped I would manage to keep that promise. I wasn’t good at saying no. And standing my ground against someone wasn’t my forte either. It was so much easier to simply back down.

  “We’ll be in my office. We’ve got some catching up to do.” He ran his thumb over my lower lip and cheek quickly, then he was gone, retreating to the back of the club where only employees were allowed.

  “Not that much trouble, eh?” Cooper waggled his eyebrows playfully.

  “No.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Where’s Adam anyway?”

  “On the other side of the bar tonight. Or he should be, anyway. I don’t think he’s arrived yet.” Cooper gave me one last smile, then turned back to the group of guys clustered around his side of the bar.

  I focused on mine and for once things went okay. No one wanted some fancy drink that wasn’t on the main menu, so that was good.

  “We’re out of Captain Morgan!” Cooper shouted an hour later. “Could you run out and get a new bottle? No, make that more
than one. Best to have some reserve.”

  “Yeah, sure.” I switched places with another bartender who’d been in the back washing dishes, grabbed the key to the storage room, and got three bottles. I grabbed one Vodka too, because the one I’d used earlier didn’t have much left in it and I wasn’t sure if we had one extra or not.

  I hurried back behind the bar. I changed out the top of one of the Captain Morgan bottles, put it on the shelf, then stacked the rest of them under the bar, out of sight from the customers.

  “I’ll be on washing up duty for a while, okay?” I told Cooper, who was the one in charge tonight when Adam wasn’t here.

  He gave me the thumbs up, so I escaped all the noise and the bustle of the club to the dishwasher and the dirty glasses. The next tray was only started though, so I had to go back out and gather up more dirty glasses.

  Oh well. It’s better than being behind the bar.

  I hadn’t seen anything more of Wynn, or Chad for that matter. They’d stayed cooped up in his office and a small part of me wondered what they were doing in there. Wynn had said they’d used to sleep together before… but no. Wynn wasn’t the kind of guy to sleep around and hadn’t he said that Chad had two lovers? Surely he must already be sexually satisfied. And Wynn had just fucked me, so he was too.

  “Kaz!”

  A hand shot out from nowhere and locked around my wrist, squeezing hard. For a minute there I thought it was Wynn—but then I realised the person had used my nickname, not my real name, and my blood froze. I turned slowly and came face to face with Alistair.

  Al didn’t look happy. His face was all pinched, mouth pressed into a line, eyebrows drawn together in a glare. “Come with me.”

  I dropped the glasses I’d been holding in my other hand as he dragged me with him towards the employees-only area—and the back door. “Al, no—” If only I could get my hand out of his grip, I could make a run for it to Wynn’s office… but I was too weak. The grip he had on me would bruise and it hurt and I didn’t stand a chance.