Hammer grunts and taps his thumb against the glass. He’s not much of a talker, but he’s great at listening, even if he pretends not to. We’re both a little sore on the topic of family dying, but I’m lucky enough that my father’s still breathing. Even if he is hooked up to a thousand machines to keep him going.
I don’t go blabbing my issues to everyone, but he’s somehow always there when I decide to get drunk. Alcohol makes me talk about my problems. Thanks to the combination, this man knows more about my old man than about anyone else.
Thankfully, he doesn’t ask for details. Just thinking about what I left behind is making my throat dry.
Twisting around, I have to signal down one of the twins to pour me a couple of shots. Unfortunately, I get the mean-looking one. Despite her scowl, Raven always does as she’s asked. Even though she doesn’t even look old enough to drink, she knows how to pour a mean mix.
Despite a few drops spilling over, I thank her and throw the two back, enjoying the deep burn the entire way.
Hammer taps his finger against the bar, signaling one for him as well. Nowthat’sthe spirit.
What’s unfair is the way her glare softens up when it comes to Hammer. She’s not afraid of him, either, but it’s worse. Shepitieshim. God, is that how it’s going to be once I’m all alone?
Fuck, I’m going to need a third shot.
Once I’m feeling a buzz, I spin around and look for a distraction. It’s not just the complimentary booze that keeps people here. The women aren’t anything to scoff at. Some of them, I’ve recognized over at Lacey’s. Though there, they only give a teasing performance.Here, they seek a release.
My cock stirs to life at just the thought. Shit, how long has it been since my last release, anyway? Despite not being patched in, some of these beauties are willing to give me a moment of their time.
Tonight, I really need it.
Looking around through the excitement, I search for any beauties looking for some company. Can’t ask Hammer for help, not when he’s the last man to show any interest in sex. For this, I’m all on my own.
My search comes to a sudden halt when something catches my eye. A blur of movement and bubbly excitement.
Woah.
There’s a woman planted on top of a table, someone who looks barely legal enough to drink the glass in her hand, having the time of her life. She’s swaying her hips to the beat of the current song, all while releasing the most delicious giggle as she stumbles a little.
Who is she?
Not a sweetbutt. I’m sure of it. Though she’s wearing a tight dress that’s showing off every delicious curve on her body,she’s not displaying herself for the men in hopes of being picked. Though she is accepting whatever drink comes her way, choosing the drinks over pleasure.
Something stirs deep within me as I watch her pause long enough to throw back a shot. Cheers follow, and the party continues.
Watching her like this, my dick is solid against my thigh. She’s the one. I want her. Even if I don’t have a patch, something deep inside of me demands she know my name.
I can visit my friend later. Right now, all I want to do is introduce myself.
As soon as my back lifts from the bar, my best friend here picks up on exactly what I’m thinking.
Hammer clamps his hand on my shoulder, stopping me mid-step. Giving me furrowed brows, he shakes his head. “Not that one.”
There’s a warning behind his voice, urging me to take him seriously. Fuck, she’s not already taken, is she? No, if she were someone’s old lady, she’d be wearing their cut. The only thing covering her body is that teasing dress.
“Who is she? I haven’t seen her around.” Leaning to the left to get a better look, I’m transfixed on her smile as she giggles and nudges an offered hand away with her bare foot. Where’d her shoes go?
Will she turn me down if I approach her? Even if I am, just the thought of her touching me like that is enough to encourage me to move. To seek some contact. Fuck, I want to see her up close.
He takes a sip of his drink, watching the same scene unfold. “The president’s kid.”
Jerking at his response, I look down the bar at the sweeter twin pouring Judge a glass of whisky. Our president has to bein his early thirties. I can’t stop a laugh from leaving me. “Did Judge have her when he was ten?”
Hammer grunts. “The guy before him.”
The guy… before? I get that I’m newer than most of the people here, but in all the months I’ve been here, I don’t think I’ve ever heard about whoever Hammer is talking about.
“Well, what’s the issue?” Outside of her being the brightest thing in this room.
