“I need somethin’ to do,” I tell him. He chuckles and shakes his head.
“What about stalkin’ your new prey?”
“I could do that, but that doesn’t take me all day,” I tell them with a smirk.
“You’re sick.”
“Am I?” I ask, looking at Bouncer. He shakes his head, running his hand through his hair.
“Why didn’t you just get her number like a normal man?” he asks.
“Do I come off as a normal man?”
“Hell, no.”
“Then that’s your answer. Besides, this girl is a train wreck. She had an ex outside screamin’ like a little girl, and she was drunk. I don’t need that kind of shit in my life.”
“And yet you fucked her anyway.”
“Of course I did. I wasn’t about to turn that down,” I say, smiling at Bouncer.
“Sick fucker.”
“You could always help me out with the Skilled Bastards.”
“What’s up with them?” I ask.
“Kal thinks they had somethin’ to do with the traffickers around here. Not sure yet, so we’re checkin’ into it.”
“Hell yeah, I’m in. Tell me when and where,” I tell him.
“We can’t go in and kill them all, Patch,” he laughs.
“Do we at least get to play with them?”
“That we can do but after we figure shit out. You up for a little recon?”
“Always, brother.”
“Tomorrow, we go and see what we can discover. We’ll figure shit out from there,” he says.
“Sounds good to me.” Storm nods before he turns and walks away. Bouncer isn’t far behind him when one of the club girls walks past. I grab her wrist and pull her into my lap before kissing her neck.
“What’s up, Patch?”
“Not much. Just a little bored,” I tell her, running my fingers up her thigh.
“Is that right? I think I can find something fun for us to do,” she tells me. My cock responds, leaping in my jeans below her ass. She can feel it. I know she can.
“You think so?” She nods her head, long blonde hair tumbling over her shoulder, before she stands and unbuttons my jeans. Then she drops to her knees and pulls my cock out, licking her lips. Before I know it, she has my cock in her mouth, taking me deep into her throat. I groan and raise my hips, helping her out as she sucks me hard. But it isn’t her that I’m picturing on her knees. It isn’t her that I’m seeing. It’s my little train wreck fromlast night. It’s her pouty little lips, her long dark hair. It’s her tight pussy bent over the couch. It’s her moans of pleasure.
I shake my head, trying to rid the thoughts, but they just keep coming back. Angel sucks my cock like a fucking porn star, and all I can think about is Anika. How it would feel to have Anika sucking me off. I’m a fucked up man. Fucked in the head.
I grab the back of Angel’s head and shove my cock further down her throat. I see the tears in her eyes. I see her gagging on me, and I don’t care. I want Anika gagging on the length of me. I want her on her knees. Maybe the guys are right. Maybe I need to do a little recon stalking on her. It isn’t like I’ve never done it before. And I liked what I saw with her. Doesn’t mean she’s a good fit for me, but it would be fun as hell taking that girl one more time.
Chapter 6
Anika
