“A family?”
“Somewhere to belong.”
Chapter Three
Midas
I takea seat at the bar next to Crane and Probe and start hammering back the drinks—anything to distract me from thinking about what G and Legs are doing.
I slam my glass down on the bar as a busty brunette slides in beside me. I can’t remember her name, though I probably should. She’s one of the townies who likes to party here sometimes. I hear her whisper about wanting to be a club girl, but I don’t engage with her about it. If that’s the road she wants to take, it won’t be because of me. I mean, yeah, I’ve fucked her a couple times, but that’s all it ever was. If she thinks becoming a club girl will get her my patch, she’s barking up the wrong fucking tree. I’d never make a club girl my old lady. But if there were ever gonna be an exception, it sure as shit wouldn’t be her.
I turn just as the door opens and tense when I see Legs walk in, her arm hooked through G’s, her head thrown back in laughter. He looks like he had a hell of a time.Motherfucker. I look down at whatever-the-fuck-her-name-is leaning into me.
“You wanna fuck?”
“Sure. Here?”
I’m tempted to say yes, just to see if Legs sticks around to watch. But when I look back, she’s already gone, and so’s G.Fuck this shit.
“Nah, upstairs,” I say, standing up. I grab her hand and lead her through the crowd toward the back stairs.
We reach the bathroom just as the door opens, and the object of my obsession walks out. She stops when she sees me and smiles. If I hadn’t seen that thing unrestrained, I might not have even noticed how forced it is now.
I step forward, wanting to know if she’s okay, but the woman behind me chooses that moment to reach around and grab my junk.
“Come on, big boy. You promised me we’d fuck.”
Without a word, Legs walks past us, leaving me feeling like I’m the one in the wrong here—even though I’m not the one that just spent hours wrapped around another brother.
“Have a good night, Legs.” I call out as I push the brunette toward the stairs and hear Legs softly say, “You too.”
When we make it to my room, I let the woman in. She starts stripping before I’ve even closed the door.
“I’ve been looking forward to getting your cock inside me again.”
God, her voice is annoying as fuck. I wish she’d shut the hell up.
Once she’s naked, she places her hands on her hips, waiting for me to take my clothes off. I take her in, fighting the urge to throw her clothes at her and kick her the fuck out. There’s nothing wrong with her. She’s pretty enough, and her tits are huge. Yeah, she might be a little too skinny, but whatever.
She just isn’t Legs.
With a growl, I unbutton my jeans and pull my cock out. I give it a couple of strokes, trying to harden it up, or this thing isn’t gonna happen.
Once I’m hard, I stalk toward her.
“On your knees.”
She grins and drops to the floor without hesitation. She opens her mouth, ready to take me in, and I’m more than happy to oblige. With one thrust, I hit the back of her throat. She chokes and grabs my thighs as tears streak down her face. I pull back just enough to make sure she’s okay with this. When she sucks me deep, I take it as permission to keep going.
I grip her head and hold her in place as I fuck her mouth like I would her pussy. No—like I wouldLegs’spussy. The thought of Legs in this position, looking up at me with those inky eyes, has me cursing. I push the brunette to her limits, and to her credit, she doesn’t complain as I skull-fuck her—the woman deserves better than I’m giving her.
My eyes slide closed as flashes of Legs stroking her clit consume me. The memory of her tight, wet heat gripping my cock shatters my control, and before I know it, I’m roaring my release down the brunette’s throat.
Once I’m spent, I tuck my cock back in my jeans. I have zero interest in taking this any further. All I want now is a long, hot shower.
“Time to go.”
She blinks up at me, confused for a second before her face twists with anger. “You fucking asshole,” she snaps, grabbing her clothes off the floor.
