“All of my girls, except for one,” Diamond said, and she turned her body to reveal the redhead. “Garrett, meet Belle. Belle and I would love for you to join us in the guest room if you’d like.”
“Hi, Garrett,” Belle said.
I had to admit, she had such a fucking sultry voice. And then she licked her lips, and even though I was utterly bored with the idea of more strippers, the idea of her sucking me off got me a wee bit excited.
“Let’s say we go back and…do some shots?”
Someone had taught her what I liked. I looked around at the rest of the party. I nodded.
“Why not?” I said. “I’ll go get the vodka.”
The two girls laughed seductively, holding my gaze for a long time.
“We’ll be waiting,” Diamond said. “Don’t keep us waiting too long.”
I shrugged and moved past Diamond. She took Belle’s hand and led her through the hallway. I moved past Tara and Brock making out, grabbed a bottle of vodka from our newest prospect acting as a bartender, and headed for the back door, which had been left just a half-inch ajar. I paused and pulled out my phone.
I opened up my text messages and opened the conversation I had pinned to the top. “HJ.” Hannah Jett. I’d put only her initials in case anyone peered over my shoulder and saw something they shouldn’t. The last time I’d spoken to her was on Monday, when I’d sent her a funny news article about a loose fox at the local college. It was light and humorous—but it wasn’t as deep as I wanted.
To this point, I’d only been with a couple girls since our ill-fated date, and both times, I’d felt some measure of regret being with them. For one, I’d done it in secret, not wanting even my club brothers to know what had happened. And even then, it just felt…
Fuck, man. I needed to get it together. I needed to just call Hannah. I needed to just—
“Garrett,” Diamond said. “We can see you from here.”
I bit my lip, put my phone in my pocket, and stepped inside.
And I had to say, what I saw was pretty damn hot, even if I was hung up on one girl in a way I shouldn’t have.
Diamond and Belle were both topless, down to nothing but their jeans. They were making out with each other and pressing their bodies together, gasping and moaning as I stepped inside. To be totally fucking frank, I wasn’t even sure we’d get the bottle of vodka open.
And that was when my phone rang.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to answer that,” Diamond said.
“Let me just see, I probably won’t…”
But I stopped when I saw the initials “HJ” pop up on my phone. I put the bottle of vodka on the ground and turned. Was I really going to answer this call?
Right now? Right here, with two naked chicks with fake tits and great bodies and stripper moves waiting to suck me off?
I hit “Answer” as I felt a hand wrap around my body and grab my junk.
“Who the hell is calling you right now?” Diamond said as Belle laughed. “Who is HJ?”
“Shut up,” I said. “Hey.”
Diamond cracked a joke about “Handjob” calling me, but I was so consumed by Hannah’s silence and the words that followed—more specifically, the tone with which she said them—that I couldn’t care what Diamond said. I hadn’t made a mistake answering the call, but I sure as fuck had made a terrible decision to do so with Diamond trying to grope me and Belle waiting to have me.
And by the time she hung up on me, I was left with so many new concerns that I couldn’t even process them. Was I about to be cut out from my child’s life forever? Was she going to now consider an abortion? Was I going to be someone completely removed from everything Hannah-related?
“Hey, asshole,” Diamond said, grabbing me by the jeans and pulling me back. “Come on, let us suck your cock.”
She pulled me to the bed and plopped me down. Diamond started by pushing her breasts into my face and smothering me. Belle, down by my pants, started to unbutton my jeans and pull on my boxers. Everything about this moment should have felt like a teenager’s wet dream; everything about this should have been why I chose to be the way I was, sometimes an asshole, but always beloved by women looking for hookups.
And instead, I felt nothing.
I felt my boxers go down. That was it. I pushed Diamond off, scooted back from Belle, and pulled up my pants.
