Briar's Champion (7 page)

Authors: Mahalia Levey

“
Hello there
.
H
aving
fun?”
Sloan placed his hand
s
over Briar’s.

“A little
,
but I could be having a better time.”
Get out, where
did that
husky breathless sound departing
my
lips come from?
His hand
s
prevented her from
continuing to
tra
ce the contours of his broad shoulders.

“Why don’t we get out of
here?
”
She let the implication drop, wishing her friends were around to see their plan begin to come to fruition.

Sloan released her hand
s
, sliding
an arm around her shoulder
s, d
rawing her into his body. She breathed in his scent, amazed he’d accepted with so little effort on h
er
part. Stunned s
tupid, she leaned into his
embrace and walked
out
of the bar with him
.
O
f course
,
her friends spied her
,
g
iving
her
a
thumbs up signal.
Their eagerness made her
w
onder if she’d been set up
beforehand with a male escort.

Chapter
T
hree

Sloan groaned
.
T
he hot little number attached to his side, housed more sexuality than she proba
bly knew. He directed her toward
his sports
car,
and unlocked the passenger side.
After
she s
ettled in
, he shut the door tight
,
jogged to
the driver’s
side and slid in, folding his long legs into the small
cabin
. “Belt up.”

“Yes,
papi
.
“ Briar laughed
. He watched as she
stretched the belt across her lap into the buckle. “What is it you do?”

“I just transferred here.” He shrugged
,
keeping
his response deliberately vague
.
As s
oon as chicks learned what he did, the questions never stopped, and
dollar signs
twinkled in their eyes.
He found both insulting and offensive.

“Must be a nice job.
But l
et me give
you
a
tip
.
I
f privacy is your game, you’d better get a city car and hide this baby at home or every gold
digging girl is going to be lusting after you…and not just because of your fantastic ass.” Briar smoothed her hair down
. In that instant
he realized she left her hat at the pub
.
He’d have it returned to her in the morning. Right now, the
way she flicked her tongue over her bottom lip made him hard as ice as well as too tempting to leave alone.

He leaned over to kiss her lips. “Sass is sexy.”
R
ejoic
ing
in her inability to move thanks to the seatbelt,
he
t
ook
his time
ruthless
ly
sweep
ing
in and out of her mouth
, tasting her sweetness
. Her
strawberry flavored
lip balm
lingered on his bottom lip. Just when he thought she’d pull away
,
she clutched him and thrust her own
tongue
into his mouth.
His dick throbbed, hot and heavy ready to be buried in her pussy.
I
f
he didn’t get her to his place soon, he’d
risk breaking the law by fucking
her in his car.
No woman made him forget being responsible.

“Damn they were right.” Briar sighed into his mouth
, drawing back from him
.

“Who?”
Starting his car,
Sloan
reached over and started the GPS designed to
only take
him to his parking garage.

“
The girls.
”
Bri
ar
watched his screen bleep.
“
Taking me to a secret location?”

Sloan laughed. “Something like that
.
”

“What we’re doing is legal right?”

“Very as long as you’re not under age.” He put her odd question to the back of his mind.
His place housed nothing but unopened boxes
.
T
he only thing he had out was his king size sleigh bed. “What do you do for a living?”

“I own an art gallery. Local talent
s
show their pieces
,
I sell them or auction them.” Bri
ar
folded her hands in her lap and closed her eyes.

“I don’t know much about art but sounds like you have your dream job. Nothing can beat loving what you do for a living.” His attraction to her rose to staggering proportion in such a short time span.

For years his preference for m
ocha skin,
beat out all other shades, he loved
the way African American women tasted, smelled
, looked
. From hazel to dark brown eyes and flared hips, he couldn’t get enough. Big breasts or small enough to fit in his hands,
made no difference, but
he bet
this beauty would
fit him well
.
Nice rounded hips, natural hair or extensions didn’t matter, he enjoyed the total package.
He
felt like a school boy virgin waiting for his first good fuck.

He appreciated the silence, and her closed eyes gave him the opportunity to sneak
glances while she relaxed
. He paid particular attention to her full lush lips, parted in slumber,
how s
he tasted of ripe berries.
Sloan held the wheel with one hand and adjusted himself to ease the constricting fabric cutting of
f
his
circulation.
Picturing
how
her hips swayed when she walked away from him in the pub
didn’t help his situation
.

The parking garage came into view. He checked for other traffic, then swung his car into the entrance
, heading
up the ramp. Once he found his spot
,
he turned off the ignition and unbuckled
his seatbelt
. Briar
was
still
sleeping
.
Smiling
, he leaned over
pressing a soft kiss to her parted lips
.
“Wake up
,
sleeping beauty
,
”
h
e
spoke
into her ear.

“Hmm?”
Her eyelids fluttered open.

He watched her focus on him.
A
look of vulnerability passed through so fleeting
,
he would’ve missed it
had he not been so close
.
H
ad he misread skittish f
o
r a deeper emotion?
Whatever
had happened wasn’t
his business unless she
let him in
.
Tonight he’d show her a good time, put her at ease and take the vulnerability away.
He opened his door
, exited and walked with purpose to the passenger side. Using
the
manners drilled into him, he
unlocked
her door.
“Need help?” He offered his hand.