Darkened Soul (When Watchers Fall #2) - C.G. Blaine

For Grandma Smitty and Henry.

Lose one; gain another.

One of the glaring misrepresentations of creation surrounds women being brought into existence. Eves weren’t some afterthought, plucked from the ribs of Adams to keep them from screwing the livestock. And yes, plurals because every remix of creation included a pair. Women were always a part of the plan, coming from the same dust, given the same flesh and free will as men. They just figured out better ways to use both.

And I, for one, am damn glad they did.

Especially when the short skirt and legs that have been keeping my attention from across the bar pass by me. I swivel my stool, and her eyes linger on mine before they dart to the hallway in the back.

It only takes a glance at Kai to know he’s not going anywhere. The blonde who dragged him over to the booth earlier has more of her ass on him than the seat. The kid might only be twenty-three, but between his constant thrill-seeking and the ability to talk the panties off anything that moves, I can say without a doubt, he’ll go down as my favorite charge.

By the time my new friend looks at me again, I’m finishing my beer and standing up to follow.

“What’s your name?” she asks, her nails digging into my scalp.

It’s the first thing she says to me after dragging me into the ladies’ room. We wasted no time in getting past the pleasantries of her tugging open the button of my jeans and me pressing her up against the tiled wall.

I chuckle at her sudden interest. “Does it matter at this point?”

She slips her fingers into the waistbands of my jeans and briefs and nudges them down. “Only if you want me to moan it.”

Holy hell, this chick. I almost stop hiking up her skirt—almost. “You can cry out whatever you want, gorgeous. Sex god or badger.”

She laughs, looping her arms around my neck as I hoist her up by the backs of the legs. They lock around my waist, her head shaking while I roll on the condom. “I’m not calling you—oh fuck.”

Her head falls back against the wall when I drive into her, but then she’s there with me again. Her heels dig into my ass, and our mouths connect, tongues colliding. She tastes like that cinnamon shit some tool sent her a shot of earlier.

With my next thrust, she moans out the sweetest sound, and curiosity wins out.

“Chaz,” I say.

She smiles against my lips, her eyes fluttering open. “I’m Nyx.”

I pull away enough to see the rest of her face. “Like the goddess.”

“Uh-huh,” she answers, her head lulling back again.

Her throat stretches out, displaying flawless skin. I kiss and lick her neck, pulling her to me while I push into her. We say very little of anything intelligible from then on. Each flex of my hips, she meets—hands, mouths, and teeth everywhere. My name is fucking magic from her mouth when her back arches off the wall. She comes apart for me, and I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. I thrust into her a few more times and sink deep on the last one, groaning into her neck. Her skin smells fantastic, and I breathe her in for a second, earning a satisfied hum.

While I lower her feet to the floor, my lips catch hers one more time, and it occurs to me how ass-backward the entire exchange has been. Even for me, a bar bathroom without a word from a girl I don’t know is a little much. Not that I’m complaining. Fuck, after this, I might need to consider the idea more often.

Nyx straightens her skirt again before I flip the lock on the door. I flash her a grin and let her lead the way out. It gives me another view of what made me follow her in here in the first place.

She’s already past the end of the hall when Kai rounds the corner with his arm draped around the sexy blonde. I step out of the way as they pass me and glance back to catch his smirk. He pushes open the door across from the one I just exited and guides her in. At least I had the decency to screw in the ladies’, which not only smelled like fucking roses, but also looked like it’d been cleaned within the last century.

I hesitate at the end of the hallway to watch the door close behind them, still uneasy about my