Forever You're Mine (MINE #4)(3)

And right now, that was all I cared about.

I snapped my fingers, pulling this dude from his rude stare. “Sir.”

Clutching a twenty, I frowned when I caught the glint of his wedding ring beneath the fiery light.

Seriously?

Even though he was a loser, he looked like a decent tipper, so I backed my sass up with a tight smile. “What’ll it be?”

“Two shots of Quervo,” he shouted, licking his lips.

God, he could at least be a little more subtle about it.

Setting up, I quickly poured the shots, scanning the crowd unconsciously for a pair of dark blue eyes.

And there he was, striding towards me with a gate of confidence that was both intimidating and disarming. I had to fight the desire simmering in my veins. To be honest, I fought that fire constantly. The pull between Cannon and I was so intense, but I refused to answer to it.

“Hey, sugar tits!”

Reluctantly, I jerked my heated gaze from Cannon’s, who was now standing behind Mr. Creepy.

I fixed my hands to my hips. “What’d you just call me?”

“Sugar tits. You have the sweetest rack I’ve ever seen darlin’.” The man said.

Cannon’s large hand fell to his shoulder, and I swear the * shrunk an entire foot beneath his furious glare.

“You watch your mouth and treat the lady with respect or your ass is outta here.”

The guy visibly swallowed, nodding vigorously. Once I collected his money and made change, he tossed a ten dollar bill on the bar in front of me before scurrying off.

Leaning forward in the now vacant space, Cannon crooked his finger, drawing me closer so he wouldn’t have to shout over the music. I eased in, inhaling his decadent scent. He was not a big fan of allowing people to linger in his personal space, so when it happened, I always took advantage.

“That conversation earlier, it ain’t over,” he said in a deep tone that always had a way of sneaking beneath my clothes and claiming my skin.

Tingles of heat enveloped my body.

With a deep inhale, I savored his heavenly scent. Strong, and the absolute definition of pure unfiltered man.

I nodded, placing my hand on his shoulder, pulling him closer. “I’m just gonna have Jesse take me home tonight. So you don’t have to wait around on me.”

Cannon was only scheduled until midnight. I was on until three. Plus, I really didn’t feel like the third degree. Something I knew he had planned later for me. I needed to ask Holden how much longer until my car was fixed. He’d had the damn thing two weeks now.

His lips hovered next to my ear as he released a disapproving grunt, shooting heat straight between my legs. “I’ll wait.” I thought my insides were going to implode. Before I could open my mouth to protest, I watched his back disappear into the thick crowd.

*

“Hungry?” Cannon asked as we climbed into the truck after my shift. It was a quarter after five. Last call was three hours ago, and included two best friends fighting over a woman that ended up with a rare visit from the Sherriff’s Dept.

I was dead on my feet and beyond ready for bed but yeah, I needed food first. I answered with a nod before buckling my seat belt.

Often times after work we’d head over to the Waffle House and grab a bite to eat and unwind from a long night of work, but lately we ended up going back to his place. He would cook us a big breakfast before driving me home. Or sometimes, I would even crash on his couch.

With the skill of a seasoned chef, Cannon flipped the golden pancake using the pan, catching it with ease as it landed on a flop. “You enjoy this too much,” I told him, pulling two plates from the cabinet. He’d already fried the bacon and I poured the juice and munched on said bacon.

“You love it,” he said with a triumphant smile that reminded me of the first time we met.

“Cora, will you go see what the hell is keepin’ Britany? She was supposed to be back from her break a half hour ago.” Jesse served the customer in front of him, collecting the outreached money. “We’re slammed up here.”

“Sure.”

I made my way towards the break room, Britany was always a flake. I don’t know why Archer hadn’t fired her ass yet. The girl socialized more than she worked and she constantly flirted with the customers. I halted next to the stock room when I caught a loud groan come from the other side. When I opened the door, a gasp fled from my lips. But I had no idea why I was so surprised. In the few months Cannon Jacobs had been living here, he’d gained one hell of a reputation.

He f*cked any girl with a cute face and a willing vagina. It was disgusting. And a shame, because he was so good-looking, and when he wasn’t being a complete *, he seemed like a decent guy.

Britany scrambled to her feet, her face stricken with humiliation and…oh my God is that…

“Come on in, we were just gettin’ ready to start round two.” A cocky smile curled his full lips. If he wasn’t being so disrespectful, I might want to kiss them.

What the hell am I saying?

I ignored his crude comment and that stupid urge. “Jesse wants you back out front.”

Britany wiped her red face and practically ran past me as fast as she could.

“Guess she’s not into sharin’.” Cannon shrugged, zipping up his low slung jeans.

My stomach clenched and rolled. “Ugh…you’re disgusting.”