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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “battery”.
Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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He cleared his throat as he fought to get his libido under control. “I’m a regular at this bar. The first time I saw you was a couple of weeks ago. What brought you here?”
She shrugged as she lifted the rack free and hung it back on the nail embedded in the wall. “Like I said, I travel. That and I was kicked out of the last pub I frequented. Something about an assault and battery charge. A simple misunderstanding.”
He frowned at her. “Aren’t those two seperate crimes?”
“Not when I did them at the same time. I threatened to hit the bugger if he didn’t leave me alone. He didn’t. So I hit him.”
They bantered back and forth as they took turns at the pool table. Apollo lost track of how many games they played after the third one. The bartender shouting “last call” pulled him from the revelry.
“Shit,” he muttered as he put his cue away. “I need to hit the can before he closes.” He grinned at her. “Wait for me?”
He noticed her cheeks flame pink. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or what she was about to say. “I believe our wager was if I lost, you wanted more than a kiss. I suppose if I’m a woman of my word, I had better stay put.”
“I won?” He chuckled. “I lost track.”
She winked at him. “Me too.”
“I’ll hurry.” He shuffled off to the restroom and did his business faster than he ever had before in his existence. Not that he couldn’t hold it. He was a god, after all. But after drinking that much, it could prove difficult to keep things in check as it was. It was best if he didn’t have to worry about his bladder.
Besides, the faster he was, the less chance Deirdre would leave. He certainly didn’t want her to go.
He threw open the door and strode out. “I’m ready to…”
The words died on his tongue. It was bad enough to find Deirdre in another man’s arm, kissing him like her life depended on it, her hands clenching his ass. It was who the man was. Seeing the last man he bedded and the woman he hoped to wrap tight around each other, grinding against each other shattered him and made him rock hard at the same time.
Khalil broke the kiss to smile at him. “Took you long enough. Ready to go home now?”