Tonight the Gypsy Bar was hoppin', Paul thought as he scoped out his lay for the night. He, of course knew he was a man-whore. It wasn't something new to him.
Across the bar, a young woman watched the russet skinned man scope out the place. Probably looking for his next lay. She grabbed her drink before she made her way to him.
"Hey, there." she practically purred as she sidled up to him.
Paul glanced down, eyes widening slightly as he took in the woman. Young, early twenties, deep mahogany hair that cascaded down her back, a skin tight black halter top, skin tight leather pants, and black high heeled boots. When he looked at her face, carefully avoiding direct eye contact, he froze.
"Bella?" he asked, looking into her kohl lined eyes.
Bam! Nothing else mattered, nothing except her. Her being Bella.
"Paul," she started, taking note of his frozen state. His eyes widening in shock. "Paul!" she continued very carefully. "Please, please tell me you didn't just fucking imprint on me."
Paul looked at her sheepishly, "Can't control it, you know that."
Bella sighed, "Yeah, I know. Now what?"
Paul smirked, "Well, we could go to my place."
Bella quirked an eyebrow, "There's the Paul I know."
His smirk grew into a full smile. "Of course. Now, we goin' or what?"
Bella laughed, "Let's go." with that she downed her the rest of her drink and grabbed his arm.
Paul let her drag him out of the bar.
As soon as they walked out the door, the hot Phoenix air blasted them.
Geez, it's almost as hot as Paul's arm, Bella thought.
"My car is down on Third Avenue and Washington Street." Paul stated as he pulled his arm out of her grasp. Bella looked dejected, that is until Paul grabbed her hand instead.
"You drove?" Bella asked as they walked to Paul's car.
Paul smirked, "Yeah, I mean, it's not like I can phase to get to where I need to go."
Bella laughed, "That's very true. Do you-?" she stopped herself before she could finish.
"Do I what?" Paul urged her to continue.
"Do you still phase?" she continued.
Paul nodded, "Every now and then. I don't like everyone in my head." At her perplexed look he said, "I'll explain later."
"I'll hold you to that." Bella stated. They finally made it to where Paul's car was parked. "Now, which one is yours?"
He smiled as he led her to what looked like a deep green 1968 Shelby Mustang. "This one."
"Damn, my panties just got soaked." she calmly stated.
Paul's head whipped around to look at her. "Really? A car can make you wet?"
Bella smiled, "Oh yeah, only Shelby's and Camaros do that though. Well, except being with a man. But that doesn't count."
Paul growled and pulled her flush against him, "No other man is going to touch you, except me."
Bella clenched her thighs together as soon as he growled. His growl made even more moisture gather between her legs.
She hoped he couldn't tell. No such luck.
His nostrils flared as he took in her scent. His hands traveled to her waist, before going to her ass.
When he pulled her even closer, she felt his erection against her stomach. Bella looked into Paul's eyes, before pulling his head down to kiss him.
As soon as their lips touched, it was like a dam broke. Tongues battled for dominance. Bella whimpered as Paul bit her lip carefully, but passionately. Pulling away slightly, he looked at her through the passion in his eyes.
"We gotta go." was all he said.
She nodded, agreeing with him, without even opening her eyes.
"Let's go." he pulled her to the car, opened the passenger door for her. He waited until she was situated before closing the door. He then climbed into the driver's seat and started the car.
He looked at Bella, who winked at him.
He smirked, "You are so fucked." before revving the engine and taking off.