But after about half an hour of this, Mason surprised me. He was still standing. The fucking old man still had his sea legs.
I looked out of the corner of my eye and saw Hannah looking at the two of us with a sort of subdued curiosity, like she was afraid of what would happen if her brother turned around and saw where her eyes were landing. But I was too good at picking up on how women felt; fuck, knowing she wanted me, I was about ready to take her. The drunker I got, the hornier I got.
I had to take care of Mason Jett first.
“Hey, hey, you think we’re fucking done, pussy?” Mason said, holding a bottle of vodka in his hand. “You fucking challenge my honor, you don’t get let off the hook that fucking easily!”
“Done?” I said, giving a mocking laugh. “Do you even know who you’re talking to? I am fucking Garrett Marks, man. I don’t fucking stop drinking.”
“Then why are your hands empty?”
I laughed.
“Because I drank everything that was in them.”
Mason laughed, put his arm around me, and squeezed me like he was trying to choke the life out of me.
“You’re a fucking whore of whores, my friend, but you’re a funny whore, and that makes you all right.”
“Speaking of whores…”
An idea came to mind.
A dangerous idea, because if it worked, I would get exactly what I wanted—and that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. I was sometimes my own worst enemy, but at least so far, my own worst enemy just meant I drank too much or woke up next to someone I never would have been photographed with, let alone fucked.
But you know what? Alcohol plus Garrett plus Hannah equaled a willingness to take stupid-ass risks.
“Have you met my lady friend, Diamond?”
Diamond, the ringleader of all of the ladies from the strip club, was sitting at the bar, her black leather pants and her red crop top not leaving anything to the imagination. Diamond and I, despite our naturally high sex drives, had actually only fucked a couple of times. I knew she was a gold mine for girls, and I was willing to sacrifice a regular hookup with one that might have ended badly in exchange for an endless supply of stripper pussy.
And I, in turn, had promised her I would introduce her to my boys. Tonight was the first time that I’d brought them as a group, but she and the girls had had their fun with some of the other gentlemen. It was a working system.
It wasn’t necessarily one we mutually liked, though.
And on top of that, I’d never seen Mason and Diamond together before. Tonight seemed like a good time to change that.
“Met? No. Seen? How can I fucking not?”
It was the exact reaction that I wanted.
“Wait here,” I said. “As a reward for you being able to keep up so fucking well, I’m going to let you have a Diamond in the rough.”
“Stick to drinking and fucking, I’d rather go watch Christian stand-up than hear you crack another terrible joke.”
I patted him hard on the shoulder, hard enough that he nearly spilled his drink, and went over to Diamond.
“Garrett,” she said in her usual sultry voice. “Did you decide you’d rather suck your boy’s cock tonight instead of getting one of my girls off?”
“Funny,” I said. “I actually have a favor to ask of you.”
Diamond arched an eyebrow at me.
“And what’s in it for me?”
“Sex with a guy who knows what he’s doing?”
“Please, do you know how many times I’ve heard that?”
