Page 12 of Tracked By Sasquatch

Squatch strode to the bar, reached over the scarred wood surface, pulled Scott’s face to his, and with an over-the-top smacking sound, planted a kiss right on his lips.

It was over quick and Squatch barely had time to analyze how it felt to kiss someone with facial hair when Devin was squealing with delight. The other patrons whom he’d forgotten about were clapping and whooping. Or should he say patron. The woman at the bar was the only one left. That bothered him. He’d been so into Devin, he’d lost situational awareness. Not a good quality in an enforcer.

The lady commented. “Damn. That was hot.”

“Right?” Devin shouted from their table.

Squatch was on her in no time, pulling her to her feet and fitting their bodies together.

“I like trailer park rules,” he murmured as he carded his fingers up through her locks from her neck. With his palm against her scalp at the back, he fisted her hair, positioning her just so for his kiss and his lips descended to hers.

She opened for him without hesitation and he deepened the kiss. Their tongues tangled together in a dance of sensuality. His cock hardened almost instantaneously. Pulling the kiss back just enough to suck her tongue into his mouth, he was rewarded by her doing the same to his bottom lip.

Fuck.

It was one of the best kisses he’d had in a really long time.

The act of kissing had become boring, routine to him. It was just something he did when he wanted to fuck someone. It didn’t mean anything. It was simply part of the game. Not one he’d particularly enjoyed or hated, it was just eh.

Until Devin.

Even before their current kiss had ended, he found himself anticipating the next one and the next…

Kissing her and being kissed by her ranked up there with the main event. He was losing himself to it when she moaned and Scott cleared his throat.

That’s when he remembered their audience yet again.

Reluctantly pulling his lips from hers, he dropped his forehead to hers. “To be continued?” he said hopefully, more like a question than a statement.

Before she could answer, even if she was going to, Scott interrupted.

“Since this game is going so well, I thought I’d drop off another round.” Sasquatch watched in his periphery as the man dropped off more shots, water, and beer.

The blown-out, dazed look in Devin’s seductive eyes had him wanting to pound his chest like a neanderthal and toss her over his shoulder, but the need to know more about her won out over his libido.

“Thanks, man,” Squatch said to Scott’s retreating back while lowering Devin back to her seat.

“You got a cigarette, handsome? A lady needs a smoke after that.” Squatch smirked at the statement from the woman at the bar. She was fanning herself.

Any other time, Squatch would’ve strode over and lit one for her, maybe flirted a bit just for the hell of it, but with Devin’s taste still on his lips, he couldn’t even entertain such a notion.

After regaining his seat, he lit another cigarette. Meeting her still stunned gaze, Squatch dumped the coin from the glass into his palm.

“Shall we?”

Devin nodded. The fact she was still in a daze made his head swell. He did that with just a kiss. It was a hell of a kiss, but still, they’d been fully clothed, in public and yet it had devastated them both… in the best of ways. He wanted to beat his chest and grunt.

With the flick of his wrist, the quarter popped off the table and landed with a tink in the glass. Making a few more high-pitched sounds as it settled.

His attention diverted as two guys and a girl entered. Scott greeted them as strangers, not regulars.

After assessing them as no threat, he dragged his attention back to the beautiful woman in front of him who was touching her lips dreamily.

Fuck. If he wasn’t already hard from the feel of her body as he’d held her close and devoured her mouth, that would’ve done it.

“Fuck, Sweetness, do you know what that does to me? You keep doing that, my head’s gonna get so big me and my ego can’t fit in the same room together.”

Devin dropped her hands to her lap. And chewed on her lip instead. Like that was any better. Jesus, she was slaying him while bringing him back to life at the same time.