Always (New Adult Erotic Romance) (The Tryst Series #3) by Marie York Read Free Book Online

interest you in?”
    He smirked the sleaziest and cockiest of smirks. “I’m willing to pay extra for what’s not on the menu.”
    “Sorry, but it says right here.” I pointed to the fine print at the bottom of the menu. “No substitutes and no special requests. So, how about a drink?”
    The douche gave me a shit eating grin. “I’ll take an IPA.”
    I took the rest of the table’s order, but the guy didn’t take his eyes off of me. Customers rarely made me uncomfortable, but there was just something about this jerk that rubbed me the wrong way. He almost reminded me of the trust fund assholes I grew up with, who had never heard the word no, and didn’t understand the meaning of it.
    I ignored him, and pushed my way to the bar with my order, passing it to Gary.
    “Looks like a table of assholes,” Tara said, as she placed drinks on her tray.
    “Just the one, but I can handle him.”
    Tara winked. “You put that boy in his place,” she said, and then spun around, drinks and all, weaving in and out of the crowd.
    Gary gathered all the drinks, I put them on my tray, and then made my way back to the table.
    One by one, I placed the drinks down, and when I put the douche bags down last, he grabbed my hand. “Why don’t you meet me out back?” he suggested, loud enough to get his boys to laugh.
    I tore my hand away from his, and narrowed my eyes. “I’d like to think I’m a little classier than that,” I retorted and strutted away, playing the game to make the extra five bucks they would leave me. 
    I headed to the back, and, as I pushed into the kitchen, Jaxon’s hand wrapped around mine, pulling me to him. I stumbled slightly, and pressed my hand to his chest to keep from nose diving into him.
    “Is that guy giving you a problem?” Jaxon growled as anger filled his gaze.
    I patted his chest, and gave him a half-hearted smile. “Nothing I can’t handle.”
    His hand rested on my chin, and he urged me to look at him. “You sure?”
    “I’m capable of handling a few rowdy drunk guys. Give me some more credit than that,” I said with a wink.
    “Just…if he gives you any more problems let me know. Okay?” He reached up and tucked a stray hair behind my ear with the rest of the strands. His hand lingered, his stare more intense than ever, but it lasted for only a second before he snapped his hand away, and went back behind the bar.
    For the next hour, I dodged the guy’s grabby hands, and continued to play along with his game. Every time I went to the table, I felt Jaxon’s eyes on me. And, every time I turned around, I met his gaze.
    I headed back to the bar. Jaxon watched me as he dried a glass, his muscles flexing with each twist of his wrist. Too busy staring at Jaxon, I didn’t notice the douchebag move. He grabbed a handful of my ass, and I gasped, totally startled by the unexpected intrusion. I spun around, about to put him in his place, when Jaxon darted in front of me.
    Jaxon grabbed the guys’ wrist, and twisted it back, pinning it to the table. The guy winced, which only made Jaxon twist harder. Jaxon’s eyes darkened and filled with rage. “Touch her again, and next time I break it,” he snarled.
    The guys face turned a dark shade of red as sweat beaded on his forehead.
    “You got that?” Jaxon demanded.
    Gary stepped out from behind the bar, and Tara ran to the kitchen. Seconds later, Declan walked out, wiping his hands on a rag.              
    Jaxon’s grip grew tighter, and even though the guy was an asshole, I expected his own friends to come to his defense. That didn’t happen, and I worried Jaxon was going to cause permanent damage.  
    “Jaxon!” I yelled, but he didn’t even look at me.
    His grip tightened again, but then he threw the guy’s hand into the table. He towered over the booth as the guy cradled his hand.
    Memories of the night he knocked that guy out because of me flooded my mind. The memories weren’t the problem, though. It was the fact