It was after eight and all I could think about was Harlow’s f**king date. Why? I had let her go. I had told her I couldn’t commit to her. No dating. No nothing. I just had one damn good memory to cherish. The best. Now I had to move on. If I was scared to be involved in more than a shallow relationship then I needed to embrace my fate. I just wasn’t going to be shallow with Nan. That was too f**ked up.
Harlow was looking for more. I was looking for less. So, I headed to the closest honky-tonk. I’d find a hot little number who just wanted a good time and take her home. I didn’t want the strings of a girl from the club. They were all f**king looking for more than I wanted to give.
I was familiar with this place. It was go-to when I wanted to get out of Rosemary. They had good cover bands and cold beer. College girls were always in abundance from the local state school.
Walking in, I scanned the place until I saw several promising opportunities then made my way over to the bar. Lynette was bartending tonight. She was a looker for someone old enough to be my mom.
“Hey, handsome. Haven’t seen you all week. Thought you might have left town again.”
I flashed her a smile that I knew wouldn’t make her blush. She was too hardcore, but I knew she still liked being flirted with. “Can’t leave you for too long,” I replied.
“Bullshit.” She grinned and set a tall mug in front of me. “That’s the best we got on tap tonight.”
“Thanks, sexy,” I replied and winked.
Lynette let out a bark of laughter then walked over to help someone else. I turned to look out over the room. Two pretty blondes with matching black halter tops and red leather miniskirts were sending me flirty little smiles. They weren’t twins but they were trying real hard to be. The matching outfits were a nice touch. Not to mention they had some killer legs. They weren’t in Harlow’s league, though . . .
No! Fuck no! I interrupted my own thoughts. I wasn’t going to compare girls to Harlow. Those two were hot. They had nice plump tits about to fall out of their barely there tops. And the spiked heels were doing it for me. I shoved off from the bar.
“Figured those two would get your attention,” I heard Lynette say in an amused tone.
I glanced back at her. “You know me well.”
She just shook her head and fixed another drink.
Both girls tried to strike sexy poses as I approached them. They wanted it. This would be too damn easy. I needed easy tonight.
“You two here all alone? Looking like that?” I asked then took a sip of my drink. I wasn’t going to give them any dumbass lines.
They giggled and glanced at each other. “Yes,” they both replied.
So they were doing the answer at the same time thing. They had this twins bit perfected. I was impressed.
The band began to pump out a deep, heavy, sexy sound and I set my beer down. “Dance with me,” I said and walked past them onto the floor. I didn’t have to look back to know they were following me.
I wanted to see how good these two really were. They were promising a lot with those bodies and the way they were dressed, but their dance moves would tell me if they were worth my night. Besides, I wasn’t drunk yet. I needed more alcohol for this.
“I’m Carly,” the one with dark brown eyes said as she moved her body close enough that it pressed her tits out over her top even more.
“I’m Casey,” the other one said as her body pressed against my back.
They had even chosen names that matched. Cute.
“Show me what you got, girls,” I said as I slid one hand on the hip of the girl in front and took the girl’s hand from behind me and wrapped it around my waist.
This was what I was telling myself I wanted. So I needed to f**king learn how to enjoy it again. Casey moved her hand down to rest over my dick and rub it as she moved her body against my back. I slipped my hand down over Carly’s ass and let two fingers tuck underneath the hemline and tease the bare skin just under there. She had nice skin. Her br**sts were pressed just under my mouth and with each move of our bodies I let myself focus on how good it would be to suck on those ni**les. My c**k started stiffening under my jeans as Casey kept rubbing.
I moved my legs farther apart and let her slip her hand down and grab my balls through my jeans. These two could give me some relief tonight.
“Feel good?” Casey asked in my ear.
“When your mouth’s on it it’ll feel better,” I replied.
“I like it on my knees,” Carly replied, licking her lips.
Yeah, these two would do.
Harlow