Trick - By Lori Garrett Page 0,6
last call. Alright with you?”
Her eyes are wide, sky blue, looking at me like I’ve got the answer to every problem she’s ever had. Too bad she doesn’t realize this ride is about to toss one more big ass problem at both of us.
Because I’m going to fuck Harlow. It won’t be sweet, but it will be good as hell. And when it’s done, she’s going to walk like she just rode a horse ten miles bareback, and I’m going to tell her that all I’m good for anymore is a fuck and a pour, anytime she needs either.
I didn’t turn into the man she imagined I would. I hate that about myself, but I hate it even more that those big blue eyes look so hopeful. Especially because I’m about to let her down hard and fast. Maybe I’ve got more money, but my life is even more fucked up, and I’m not about to get her involved in any aspect of it.
But I swear on all that’s holy, I’ll give her the fuck of her life before I cut her off. It’s not much, but it’s what I do well, and I’ve never done it better than when I’ve had my dick buried in Harlow’s tight little pussy.
“Yes. I mean...I’d love to. Um.” She looks uncertain, like she wants some kind of confession of love from me, or at least some sweet words, maybe.
I hate the hurt on her face when I keep my expression blank, but what I’m about to do is stupid enough without adding extra emotional complications in.
“Let’s go,” I say, jerking my head to the back door. “Jared! I’m out till last call.” Jared scowls at me, but he doesn’t say anything, because he knows I’ll throw him all tonight’s tips plus triple pay. I know it would break Harlow’s heart to know, but this isn’t the first time I’ve ditched the bar for a fuck.
“I have to tell Daisy,” she says, turning to find her friend in the smoky crowd.
“Forget it. You can text her.” I’m already walking out the door, fast, not looking over my shoulder when I go.
A big part of me hopes she won’t be there when I get to the parking lot. But she is. I look her up and down in the glow of the streetlight. She has her arms crossed over her tits and she’s biting her lip again. But this time it isn’t because she wants to drive me crazy with lust. This time it’s because she’s nervous. She looks up at me from under those crazy dark lashes, her eyes a little scared and a little sad, and she might as well have punched me in the stomach.
“Just go back inside,” I say, my voice tight.
She shakes her head. “No. Gunner, I’ve wanted you so bad for so long. I’ve missed you. Haven’t you missed me?” She reaches a hand out to touch me, then pulls back.
Dammit, I’ve missed the feel of her hands on me. I didn’t realize how badly until this minute. The kid I was three years ago would spit in my face if he came across me today, here, in the parking lot making plans to fuck this girl—to fuck Harlow—senseless.
I knock that kid out of my head and pull her close around her waist.
“Listen, kitten. I’m not that guy you knew back then. I don’t do sweet. I don’t do nice. And you should be done screwing around and wasting time already. You need to be looking for a guy you can settle down with. Someone to put a ring on that pretty finger of yours. Not some soulless asshole that’ll use you and leave you like me.” Our faces are so close, I can smell the sweet bubblegum of her breath as she pants, excited or scared, I can’t tell which.
“I know that isn’t true,” she says. Her pretty pink lips part and she darts her tongue out, licking the top, then the bottom with a slow slide. “I know you don’t mean that for a second.”
“Don’t kid yourself, Harlow.” I crush her close and speak low and slow. “It’s not gonna turn out that I peel your panties off and come out the other side of this fuck a changed man. If we do this, it’s about me scratching an itch that’s long overdue. And once it’s scratched, you and I have no business together anymore. Got that?”
Her pretty face is turned up to look at me. I