“It’s almost as smooth as your head,” I tease Cash, who glares at me.Man, riling him up is so much fuckin’ fun.
“Go ahead, baby,” Cash encourages.
“Should we get bumpers?” she asks while holding the ball against her chest.
“Darlin’ there isn’t much I wouldn’t do for you, but I’m not bowlin’ with bumpers,” I deadpan, and she rolls her eyes at me, turning away and standing straight in our lane.
She takes a few steps and flings the ball pretty straight, but it’s hard to watch where the ball is going, ‘cause when she bends over all I notice are the tight black shorts she has on under her dress.
It seems like I’m not the only one looking either. Cash I can deal with, I’m wrapping my mind around the asshole becoming my pack mate, but the greasy fuck who sprays the stink-away spray in the bowlin’ shoes? Ain’t no fuckin’ way.
“You tryin’ to lose an eyeball today, asshole?” I ask him, his forehead furrows as he looks at me with his beady eyes.
“I was just watchin’ everyone bowl,” he replies.
Lily waves at us from the alley, and I give her a quick wave before I stand up and walk to the next table, leaning down to get in his face.
“Look at my girl again. Go on, do it,” I taunt him. He doesn’t listen, so I grab the back of his neck and force him to look at where Lily’s standing. “I said take a fuckin’ look.”
The man sputters, but with my hand on his neck, he follows directions.
“Girls like that don’t look twice at a piece of shit like you, do they?”
“N-n-no,” he stutters, a sheen of sweat coating his skin, and it makes me wonder if I can get him to piss his pants.
“Didn’t think so. I get it, big man. She’s hard not to look at. But I promise you, if you look up my girl’s skirt again, I’ll scoop your fuckin’ eyes out and shove them up your dick hole. You feel me?”
He swallows and shifts in his seat. “I feel you,” he confirms.
“Good boy. Now, fuck off,” I growl, slapping the back of his neck harder than necessary.
I go back and sit at the table. Lily’s cheeks are pink, obviously having heard the tail end of the conversation.
“It’s your turn,” she squeaks.
“Thanks, darlin’.”
I take my turn, and to my dismay, when I look at the scoreboard I realize Lily knocked down two more pins than me.
“It’s not too late to get bumpers, ya know?” she teases as I take my seat back. Cash laughs at her joke, and I grab the bottom of her chair, dragging her over to me.
“You think you’re funny, darlin’?”
“Yeah, I think I am,” she sasses with the cutest fuckin’ smirk I’ve ever seen.
I lean forward and give her a chaste kiss against her lips. Satisfaction courses through me when her scent fills my nose. It’s heady, knowing I can get her so turned on by a single kiss. It makes me want to do more in this shitty bowlin’ alley. But that scent was for me, and I don’t plan on letting any of the local jerkoffs catch a whiff.
Cash clears his throat, his pupils blown as he takes in Lily’s scent.
“It’s your turn, baby,” he says to her. She pops up out of her seat, and I make extra sure no one is looking at her ass or up her dress as she bowls.
The rounds go by quickly. Cash and I are a few pitchers in, while Lily sticks to Dr Pepper.
“You want a glass?” I ask her, holding the beer up.
She scrunches her nose and shakes her head.
“I could get you one of those girly drinks,” I offer, and she gives me a small smile.
