aren’t chirping in my ear about all the ways I’ve fucked up like my own family.
A person walks up to the bar and slides onto the barstool next to where I stand, brushing their elbow against me.
I turn my head, going in for a quick glance as I retract my elbow, and I am caught by surprise. The woman is mint in that rough, badass biker girl kind of way. Harley tank, tons of cleavage, teased hair, and lots of makeup, looking like she is out to give exactly what I want to take.
I smile at her, giving her my classic chin lift. “Hey.”
She glances my way, her lips tipping upward before she moves her eyes down my face to my arms, taking her sweet-ass time. “Hey yourself, handsome.”
“Can I buy you a drink, beautiful?”
She nods, her big brown eyes locked on my biceps as I move. “Tequila on the rocks,” she whispers, barely loud enough for me to hear over all the noise around us.
“Tequila it is,” I tell her, motioning for the bartender and giving him her order.
“Aside from being sexy, what do you do for a living, honey?” she asks me, totally thirsty for my body, which I am perfectly fine with.
I laugh, liking how she’s forthright. I know she wants me and that I could fuck her right now if I wanted to. That I have no doubt about. If I invited her to the bathroom, pinned her against the sink, she’d push her pussy against my cock, fucking herself if I let her. “Tattoos, babe.”
Her eyes light up. “Sexy job for a sexy man,” she says, taking the drink as soon as the bartender places it down in front of her. Within three seconds, the glass is to her lips and the liquid is gone.
“So, tell me, what’s a handsome thing like you doing in a place like this?”
“Could ask you the same thing, sweetheart. A girl as pretty as you should have herself a man to be at home with, sucking and fucking all night.”
Jesus.
I almost roll my eyes at myself, but she smirks, looking at me like a meal.
“Trying to get over a broken heart,” she tells me, and I know I’ve got her.
Nothing says easy pussy like rebound pussy. This chick wants to be filled, having all the memories of her last dick wiped out by a new one.
“You lookin’ for help, sugar?”
“I put out my help wanted sign.” She waves her hand over her very large and visible breasts. “Think you’re up for the job?”
My eyes move to her breasts, studying them, knowing they’d be heavy in my palms. But I’m not here to worship her body. I am here to forget someone else’s. I lean forward, my face in her wild hair, and whisper against her ear, “I could fill the position.”
She shivers, moving her mouth to my ear. “I may have an opening,” she whispers before her tongue comes out and strokes my earlobe.
And then Arlo’s face and pretty smile flash through my head.
Fuck.
“I can’t,” I tell her, pulling away. “I can’t do this.”
Goddamn it.
This woman is a sure fucking thing, and I can’t do it. Arlo and I are nothing to each other, but somehow she’s between me and a night of pussy. Easy pussy, but still pussy.
“Your dick broke?” she asks, tilting her head and narrowing her eyes.
“No,” I growl and grab my beer. “Dick’s working fine. It’s my head that’s fucking me up.”
“Don’t need to think to fuck, babe.”
I shake my head. “When my head’s thinking about another chick, it’s not a good policy to fuck a different one. Sorry to waste your time.”
She gives me a sorrowful smile. “It’s okay.”
“You have a good night,” I tell her, tipping my chin to her before stalking back toward the table.
“What the fuck just happened?” Pike asks before my ass has a chance to make contact with the seat bottom.
“Fuck,” I groan, running my hand down my face. “I don’t know.”
“Arlo,” Lily teases, smiling like an idiot because she did this to me.
She broke my dick by setting me up with Arlo, tempting me with her sweetness when I’ve become used to so much bad.
“You’re right,” Mammoth adds, lifting his beer to his lips. “You are fucked, and that shit happened quick. Welcome to the party.”
“Baby.” Tamara turns to her husband, placing her hand over his as it rests on the table. “The party can end pretty fucking quick if you’re not satisfied with the guest list.”