Thorn (Carmichael Series #5)✔️

Looking For Trouble

"What's up, Titty?" An unfamiliar voice rasped out. I gasped before losing the grip I had on my pool stick before it clanked to the ground, causing the place to quiet into whispered murmurs. I whipped around before shoving my hands against the middle of the guy's stomach, though I was aiming for his chest. Fucking gigantor.

"What the fuck did you just call me?" I yelled, pissed that he had the audacity to touch and speak to me like that. He looked confused to see me, but I paid it no mind as I made a move to hit him once again. He saw my attack coming this time and whirled me around before capturing me between the pool table and his body while constraining my arms against my sides. I whined in protest before trying to wiggle out of his hold, though my attempts were futile.

"Watch it, Sweet Bottom. We wouldn't want something to happen to that pretty little face because you spoke to me like that, would we?" His deep, gravely voice cooed right next to my ear. Goosebumps arose all over my body, something the offender obviously noticed as it caused him to release a raspy rumble-like laugh from his chest. The sound itself assured me of what I already knew; God is real and he is so good. I swallowed audibly before completely stilling my body. He took that as my sign of defeat before spinning me around again to face him. It'd be nice to put a face to the voice that I know will now haunt the rest of my wet dreams.

"Mother of fucking all that is good and holy." I quietly whispered to myself. I could feel myself creaming my panties already and the man hadn't even touched me yet.

"I guess not." I lamely answered back, my voice way breathier than I'd hoped for as I cursed myself in my head. I wasn't sure what the fuck was wrong with me. Normally I could spit fire at any man or woman any day any time of the week, but this particular guy in front of me had me so tongue-tied and confused, I wasn't even sure what my own name was.

"Cat got your tongue, Sweet Bottom?" He inquired cockily, caging me in once again as he leaned his arms against the table. I opened and closed my mouth a few times hoping something would eventually come out, but nothing ever did. "You know, I should've known you weren't Titty from the start. Unlike you, her hair is fried from bleach and her ass isn't nearly ass nice as yours." He replied to my silence. Understanding dawned on me, making me realize that his crass way of approaching me was because he thought I was someone else. But who the fuck names herself Titty?

"I've never had a woman be so turned on that she couldn't even figure out a simple thing to say back to me." He growled out in response to my silence before licking his lips. My eyes immediately darted to the simple action before I squirmed where I stood, trying to relieve some of the intense throbbing between my legs that'd grown to be downright painful. He didn't miss the action, something that caused his eyes to dilate with lust.

"Um, I-I...." I muttered unintelligently as my breathing picked up. He took a step forward so our noses were almost touching before wrapping one of his arms around my waist and jutting my body towards his own.

"You gonna take me home with you tonight, Sweet Bottom?" He rasped out, voice sounding so sure. Well if that isn't the most metaphorical slap in the face, then I don't know what is.

"No, but I bet if you find Titty she would." I abruptly snapped before shoving his hands away from me and darting past him. I tried to quell the throbbing in my legs as I set my sights on a fine ass chocolate man across the room. Yes please, I grinned to myself before dramatically making my presence know as I plopped myself down onto the barstool next to him and let out an annoyed huff. Engaging with him was probably not the best idea, as he looked like he could eat me for a midnight snack. One could only hope...

"Can I help you?" The guy asked with a single raised brow.

"Yeah, is that guy always such a jackass?" I asked, averting my gaze to the giant from minutes ago who was now sitting at the very end of the bar shooting daggers at me. The corner of his lip quirked just the slightest bit before retreating to its former position.