Several times, Charity gives me sideways glances, and I know she’s waiting for me to tell everyone about Zach. It’s not often I’ve ever had such juicy gossip to share when it comes to my sex life, but something’s holding me back.
I don’t want them all leaping to the same conclusion my sister did—that he’s just a bad boy I hooked up with to celebrate leaving Russell. Sure, it looks that way, and if I’d left first thing the following morning, I guess that’s exactly how I’d view it, too.
But even though I joked with Charity that we were just fuck buddies, it doesn’t feel right talking about him like that with our friends. I guess one hot hookup and a tattoo hasn’t changed me that much, after all. Deep down I’m not a one-night stand girl, and I want more than a superficial fling with Zach.
My best friend Leah leans across the table. I’m going to have to tell her the truth later tonight, otherwise she’ll never forgive me. “See those guys at the bar? The blond can’t take his eyes off you.”
Before I can stop myself, I glance toward the bar. The blond is a total surfer dude and raises his glass in my direction.
Leah gives a conspiratorial smile. “Tonight you’re getting laid, and I’m not listening to any of your excuses. Some wild, meaningless sex’ll show you what you’ve been missing all these years.”
I shoot the guy another glance. He’s a prime candidate for a one-night stand, at least in the eyes of my friends. Tanned, toned, and good looking. If I hadn’t met Zach on Saturday, would I be tempted?
When the others agree and start devising ways of getting us together, I can’t put it off any longer. “I’ve met someone else.”
Charity gives an audible sigh of relief and sinks back in her chair. Obviously the ordeal of keeping my secret was killing her.
“What she means,” my sister says, as the others squeal and bombard me with questions, “is she hooked up with some guy over the weekend. It’s not serious.”
I know it’s not serious, but for some reason I’m irritated she feels the need to say that upfront. As the conversation turns to how to handle a friends-with-benefits relationship, I can’t stop thinking about Zach.
We’re not dating. We don’t owe each other anything.
Has he picked up any more women over the last few nights?
Probably.
I give surfer dude another once over, but the idea of getting naked with him doesn’t make my nipples ache or pussy wet the way one arrogant glance from Zach does. No way am I going through with this when I can’t get him out of my mind.
I pull my cell from my purse and text him.
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Zach
It’s another busy Friday night in Odin’s, and I stretch my legs out under the table as I glance around. Gage is out of town so I’m keeping an eye on the place, but it’s mainly for show. Trouble tends to steer clear of Odin’s, due to its connection with the Bastards.
Cade saunters back from the bar and hands me a beer. “You coming to the club later?”
There’re always girls at the club on a Friday night, so his meaning’s clear. Usually, I’d agree without even thinking about it, but tonight I’m just not interested.
“Nah.” I tip the beer down my throat. It’s been three days since I saw Grace, and by rights I shouldn’t be able to recall her face by now, but it’s like every feature is branded into my brain.
“Seeing Grace?”
Since Cade’s met Grace, it’s okay for him to ask about her. “Tomorrow.” I can’t wait to get her naked again and wrap her long red hair around my fist. My dick stirs and I swallow a groan. It’s gonna be a long night.
“Huh.”
I rock the bottle on the table and ignore his unspoken question because I don’t have an answer. I’m not doing anything tonight, so why don’t I go to the club and enjoy some pussy?
A couple of chicks breeze into the bar, catch sight of Cade, and totter over to us, clutching each other and giggling. “Hey, Cade,” the brunette says, while her blond friend checks me out.
Cade leans back in his chair, and the brunette wiggles onto his thigh and wraps an arm around his neck. Any other time I’d invite the blonde to do the same. She’s definitely my type, with long, messy hair and nice tits, and she’s obviously willing by the way she keeps smiling at me.
I’m tempted to take her into the side alley so she can take the edge off, but I still don’t make a move toward her. Cade’s already feeling up the brunette, who’s clawing at his chest like a rabid cat, and my dick’s getting harder by the second.
I can’t figure out why I’m still sitting here.
