Heaven's Sinners

My cheeks flush. Wow, he really does like women’s...bits.

“Well, I guess you do take it to the next level. Your girlfriends must like you a whole lot.”

His deep, rumbling laugh warms me somehow. “Yeah, princess, they sure fuckin’ do.”

I hear the door open, and turn my head to see Spike walking out, Blondie attached to his side. A swell of pure pleasure fills my chest. I know the look on Spike’s face. He came out here to check on me—even though he didn’t ditch Blondie, he’s still checking. That warms something inside me, and it fills me with even more determination.

“You better not be harrassin’ girls, Muff,” Spike says, lighting up a smoke.

Blondie giggles and leans over, taking a drag. Spike grins down at her, and then lowers his head and captures her lips in his.

My heart hammers against my chest. I know what he’s doing. He’s making a point of trying to piss me off. He’s trying to make me mad at him so I’ll walk away. Oh Spike, you really don’t know the girl I am anymore. Old me would have ran off crying, new me...she can play. I turn to Muff, and continue our conversation as though Spike didn’t walk out.

“So tell me, Muff, is there a lucky girl getting all that special attention from your right now?”

He crushes his smoke out. “Nope, no lucky girl right now. My tongue is havin’ a break.”

“What a shame,” I say, my voice far more husky than I’d like. “I could use a decent tongue.”

Spike makes a choking sound, and Blondie giggles.

“I think we interrupted something here...” she says.

I’m grinning on the inside. Believe me.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Muff says, grinning at me.

I’m almost sure he knows what I’m doing, and I’m grateful to him for playing along. He has a sparkle in his eyes, like he’s enjoying it as much as I am.

“You just call me, and I’ll be there.”

“I don’t have your number,” I say, grinning at him.

“Come here princess.”

I lean over, and he reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a pen. He leans down, taking hold of my side, then he begins to write his number on the top curve of my breast. I flush, but I’m so completely grateful to him right now because when I lift my eyes, the glare Spike’s giving me could cut glass. When Muff is done, he leans back and gives me a subtle wink.

“Don’t you have a fuckin’ job to do?” Spike growls.

I lean over, gripping Muff’s face and bringing his lips to mine. I only peck him, but it’s enough. I pull back and Muff is still grinning. “Thanks for the break.”

“Anytime princess,” he says nodding at me as I hop off the seat and saunter past Spike.

When I get inside, I’m cheering. That’s two for Ciara and zero for Spike.

~*~*~*~*

The night is long, and people fill the bar quickly. The hens begin squealing, singing karaoke and causing an uproar with the men as they saunter around, looking for a good time. My night is so busy, I don’t get much of a chance to pay attention to anything else going on around me. We really do need more girls working on a night like this. My feet ache, and my hands are sore from opening so many beers. I could use the opener, but it’s so much quicker just to flip them off with my fingers.

“Hey babe,” Jenny says between pouring drinks. “Can you run out back and grab more whiskey, we’re out.”

“Sure,” I say, spinning on my sore feet and heading out back.

I head down the halls to the back room, and I slip inside, flicking on the light. I don’t see them right away, because of how they’re positioned. Two bodies, pressed against a rack of wine. The first glimpse I get, I only see a woman, all legs, arms, and hair. Then I see the man in her grips, and I recognize him right away. It’s Spike, and he’s fucking Blondie in our storage room. My heart leaps into my throat, as I let my eyes adjust and travel over them.

Blondie has her back against the rack of wine; her long hair is loose and flowing down over Spike’s back. Her legs are around his waist, her arms around his neck, and her head is buried in his shoulder. He’s fully clothed, except for the fact that his jeans are slightly lowered. He’s thrusting hard, fast, and deep. I can hear the friction as his jeans hit her skin. Blondie lifts her head from Spike’s shoulder, and her eyes meet mine. I can’t seem to move my legs, I want to, but I can’t. She opens her mouth and makes a small squeaky sound. Spike turns his face, and his eyes connect with mine.

He tilts his head to the side, and slides his fingers up, cupping her breast. He knows what he’s doing to me, he knows exactly how this will feel, and he’s rubbing it in. Part of me, a small part, wonders if he knew I’d come in here. He’s so determined to make me hate him, and he’s doing a fine job at it. He continues to thrust his hips, and Blondie seems to forget I’m there. She drops her head back, and thrusts her breast into his hand. He begins fucking her harder, and I can see the pleasure in his eyes as he watches me. I am so incredibly angry at how cold he’s behaving right now, but there’s no way in hell he’s seeing that.

I want to give him an angry reaction. I’d love nothing more than to lift a bottle of wine, and thrust it at his head, but that’s what he wants. He’s so sure hurting me is the way to get rid of me, so sure I’ll run away crying and hate him forever. God he’s wrong, all he’s doing is making me that much more determined. I’m wild with rage, how dare he bring a girl in here to try and piss me off. How fucking dare he! He won’t get the desired reaction from me though, hell no, he’s going to get a dose of his own medicine. I let a slow, sexy smirk creep across my lips, and I see his eyes widen in a moment of confusion. Yeah, that’s right baby, that isn’t the reaction you wanted is it. Let’s see how this goes down.