The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2) (2 page)

“Showken, I think you should leave this one alone. She is very good at blocking emotion, but I was able to sense that she is very angry and damaged,” Layern says.

“I think you guys can talk about this, I’ve spotted my fun for tonight,” Hawken says, heading over to a table with a couple of ladies. They look fun, all smiles, but I want her. She basically said ‘fuck off’ to me, and that is not happening.

“She’s an angry human female, but she is not allowed to call me boy again, or she’ll-” Domlen says, just as our pitchers arrive. She sets them down
with glasses, and I slide a hundred towards her.

“Here’s your beer, and is this to start a tab?” she snaps.

“Nope, it’s your tip for being so nice,” I say, giving her a wicked smile. She is angry, huh? Well, I will see if she is really not into me, or just too scared to admit it. I notice she just stares at me, and we do this staring thing for a good ten seconds before she blinks.

“I’ll start your tab,” she says, snatching the money and walking away.

“I see that Hawken is having a good time, I’m going to claim myself some fun, too.” Domlen says, pouring himself a glass and taking a pitcher with him, heading towards Hawken and the women.

“Layern, what is it about her?” I ask, not taking my eyes off her as she takes orders and delivers them.

“You shouldn’t, but since she gave you a challenge, I see you will stop at nothing to have her, just be careful.” Layern takes a long gulp. “I’m going to dance and have some fun, too. I think you should come too. I see those women on the floor dancing our way, they are waiting for us,” he says, rising, and moving closer to the dancing floor, which is not very big, but big enough.

“I’ll join you in a second, get them warm and I’ll be over to relieve you of one,” I say, smiling, knowing Layern is good at dancing. He can handle two or three human women at once. Layern walks away shaking his head. I continue staring at her. I need her name. I walk to the bar, blocking her from going behind it.

“What the hell you doing?” she yells at me, trying to go around. I just smile, and wait for her to look at me. Finally her head rises to meet mine. She is beautiful, even angry.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m not telling you my name. You’re more than likely a stalker as you can’t take a hint already,” she snaps, placing her hands on those lovely hips. “Now move!” She looks me dead in the eyes, but I see a guard up, not anger. Huh, I need to know more.

“I’m Showken. You are . . .” I say, raising a brow. She is not getting past without a name.

“Marilyn, now can you move?” she says through her teeth.

“That wasn’t hard, Marilyn, and yes, I will move, for now,” I say, stepping aside and making sure to feel her heat as she slides past me, trying not to touch. I stand and listen as she gives the bartender her order for another table. She looks pissed, but I still want her. She just has to be difficult, and I love a challenge. She turns and looks at me, rolling her beautiful eyes. Oh, yes, this one I will have. I return a wide smile, and head for the dance floor.
I pull the first girl I see out of her seat, and dance with her seductively. The lady is very willing and aroused, but my eye is on Marilyn as she watches the show. I sniff the air, and there it is; she is hot. She likes my dancing. I make eye contact with her, then we just stare at each other, and I mouth “I want you,” licking my lips for her pleasure. I really need this woman. I see Domlen and Hawken walk out with their fun for tonight. Smiling, I nod to them. The song ends, and Layern meets me at the table.

“Showken, what is it about her? I’m picking up anger and arousal, but the anger is way more intense. The human you were just dancing with is willing to do whatever with you,” Layern says, drinking straight from the only pitcher left. I smile, knowing she has to come back.

“Marilyn!” I yell, forcing her to look again. She looks sexy as hell walking this way. I may just want her because she said no. Whatever the reason, I can’t help but rise to the challenge. Finally getting to our table, she places her hands on her hips, narrowing beautiful grey eyes at me.

“We need more pitchers,” I say, raising my brow and sliding another hundred dollar bill her way. She snatches again, and storms off without a word. She says nothing, heading for the bar.

“You are really pissing her off,” Layern says, finishing the pitcher.

“I know, that’s the point. She’s very angry, very hot, too. I think a little fun will help her out,” I say, not taking my eyes off her as she brings four pitchers back to the table. I wonder does she think she can get me drunk? She bangs them down, spilling some, and storms off angrily. I tilt my head, watching her walk away is amazing.

“Layern, I’m not giving up on this one. After I have my fun I’ll leave her alone,” I say, grabbing a pitcher, and taking a huge gulp.

“Ok, but I’m telling you, this one is not for fun. She has secrets that I can’t get to. I’d stay clear if I were you, but seeing the sparkle in your eye, brother, I know you will stop at nothing. So good luck.”

“Luck? Shit, I plan on having a good time with Ms Marilyn,” I say. “Her anger only excites me. Besides, I don’t think she knows how angry I can get.” I watch her maneuver through the crowd delivering beers.

She ignores me for the rest of the night. Layern invites some ladies to the table, and they are very willing, but I can’t keep my eyes off her. I give attention to the redhead purring next to me, but I don’t want an easy lay tonight. I want a challenge, and I see I have one. Studying her walk, how she stands, her eyes, I smile, thinking it will be fun getting to know her. She shakes her head every time she looks my way, sighing in frustration. Yes, I’m in her mind, now I want in that body of hers.

“I’m going home, brother. You coming?” Layern says, standing with a lady on his arm. I stare at him in confusion, I know who already holds my brother’s heart. Maybe he’s over her.

“I think I’ll make sure Marilyn gets home safe, but you have some fun with both,” I say, leaning over and giving the redhead next to me a kiss. “Sweetheart, you and your friend will take care of my brother, right?” I smile, and she melts.

“Yes, of course,” she says, rising. Layern takes her arm, and they all go for the door. It’s getting late. I will stay until she leaves
. I need to see what I’m up against.

I wish
this guy would just leave. Shit, I don’t have time for this crap. If he thinks throwing his money around is going to get him laid, then he is out of his mind. I hate when these rich asses come in the bar, and assume, because I work at a bar, that I’m desperate. Please.

I can’t wa
it to get home and soak my feet. I’ve been working all day; leaving my first job at the gas station, and coming to the bar with only an hour break, my jobs can really wear me out. Glancing at his table, I see his friend is leaving, and he is staring at me, again, with those fucking amazing eyes. I don’t care if he waits. If he harasses me when I get off work, which is in about twenty minutes, I’m going to kick him right in the balls.

“
Marilyn!” I hear Jasmine call my name. I turn, and she is looking at him.

“Yes, Jasmine
?” I ask, watching her stare at him.

“
Who is that hot, sexy man staring at you?” Jasmine asks, licking her lips and rubbing her hand up her neck. Is this loser turning her on, really?

“
Some guy who can’t take ‘no’ for an answer. If you want him, go at it, I’m not giving him the time of day or night,” I say, watching her mouth move. No words are coming out. “Jasmine, snap out of it! Geez, he’s just a guy, a very hot guy, but still a guy who probably just wants a roll in the hay, or maybe even in the car. Jasmine? Jasmine, are you listening to me?” I ask, shaking her arm.

“Yes, I’m listen
ing to you. I would have him if I could. Shit, I would even share him with you, but looks like he only has eyes for you,” she says, smiling. Jasmine is my only friend. I don’t have any brothers or sisters. My father is in prison, and my mother should be in prison. I’m not easy to get along with, yet Jasmine can always make me smile.

“Well
, Jazz, you don’t have to share, he’s all yours. Maybe he’ll leave me alone, and stop staring at me. It’s uncomfortable having his eyes roam my body,” I say, shivering.

“
Marilyn, listen, when was the last time you had sex? Before you answer, remember I’ve been your friend for at least two years, and you never come into work talking about a steamy night. So, look at the hot guy again, and ask yourself: do you really want to pass up a very handsome, sexy man who is staring at you like you are freaking awesome?” Jasmine asks excitedly. I roll my eyes at her, and she shakes her head, walking behind the bar.

“I’m going home now, my
shift is over. I don’t want to talk to him. Besides, you know he would not want me, anyway,” I say, going over to the bar to count my tips.

“Who says it’s a relationship? I
t’s just sex, you can have that. Don’t tell him anything, just have sex.”

“Nope, have a good night
, Jazz,” I say, waving to Jimmy, the bartender and owner. I walk out of the back of the bar, hoping he thinks I’m in the bathroom and doesn’t follow me. I push open the door, and the night air is awesome, it has cooled down some. I get to go home, soak my feet and sleep in tomorrow. It’s my day off from both jobs. I begin the walk to my Ford Taurus, and I see him next to my car. Stopping to make sure my gun is tucked behind me, I see him leaning on my car, looking very sexy, but he could be a stalker.

“Get away from my car
, you creep,” I yell, hoping he goes about his business.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I just want to get to know you
,” he yells back. I take in a slow deep breath, and start walking to my car. It’s the weekend, and the parking lot is packed. I arrived late, so I parked pretty far away. If he tries anything I’m going to give him one in the knee.

“I don’t have time to talk
,” I whisper to myself. Finally reaching my car, I get a good look at his body, he is built freaking awesome. He is towering over me with his frame; his hair is blond, long and gorgeous. His eyes are deep green and his smile is to die for. Shit, I’ve not described a guy like that to myself in a long time.

“I don’t want to hurt you
, Marilyn, I don’t want anything from you at all,” he smiles, and his eyes are moving very slowly down my body, coming back up to meet my eyes. My mouth is dry, and out of nowhere, I feel arousal. “I would like to give you pleasure, as I see you are full of anger and if I can help just a little . . .” he trails off. I’m pretty sure my face is red. He just fucked me with his damn sexy eyes.

“I’m going home, alone
,” I say, waiting for him to step aside. He does. I feel his hand on the lower part of my back when I open the door to get in the car.

“Mmmm, you sme
ll good, I bet you taste better. Will you let me have a taste?” he asks, right in my ear with a very seductive voice. I’m not giving in to a stranger.

“
I’m going home now,” I say, climbing in, and he shuts my door. I start the car, snatching my seat belt, and I see him watching me very closely. I should be scared, but I’m not. I can handle myself, and if not, George, my .45 caliber, is more than happy to help me any time. I pull away, looking in my mirror, and he is still watching. I’m not sure, but I think he mouths, ‘I want you,’ again to me. I shake it off, and get on the freeway heading to West Phoenix where I live. I live in a one-bedroom apartment with my best friend, Bruiser. Bruiser is my Rottweiler, and I love him to death. He never asks anything of me, and he is the only one I feel comfortable around, no matter what. I get excited to get home to him, and drive a little faster.

***

That was such a great bath. I walk slowly toward the kitchen for a snack before I turn in for the night. As I’m looking in the fridge, I see nothing I truly want, so I settle for some left-over tuna fish. Bruiser and I head to my room, where he lies at my feet while I get comfy for some late night T.V. As I’m flipping through the channels, I hear my neighbors having sex. The wall behind my bed is shaking. I hate these thin walls. I turn up the movie, and continue to watch. My mind goes back to that guy at the bar. What did he say his name is? Showlem? Showhen? No Showken. Yes, that’s his name, Showken. He sure is a good-looking man. If I wasn’t such a mess, I might have taken him up on his offer, but I’m no good for him or anyone. I’m eating my tuna and crackers, and Showken is still popping into my head with his intense green eyes. I mean, who has eyes like that? I’m trying my hardest to go to sleep, but it doesn’t arrive, so I decide to get out my B.O.B., and release some stress. I got Mr. Longfellow from a Pure Romance party Jasmine had a few months ago. Closing my eyes I see Showken and his smile, that instantly has me horny. Bruiser is asleep, so I spread my legs, sliding in Mr. Longfellow as I visualize Showken. Ahhh, that feels so good. I adjust the speed and go to the highest level. My hips are moving, and boy does this feel amazing. Ohhhh . . . mmm, I see his green eyes, hear his voice, smell his cologne and I’m over the cliff. “Yes, yessssss. Ohhhh, yes!” I find myself panting afterwards, needing more, wishing it really were Showken. What has this man done to me? I close my eyes, and soon sleep finds me.