I’d left it with Halley, where I’d also left my heart. I turned to walk away, realizing this was usually when I’d fight with a drunk Anarchy and end up in her bed.
“Snakebite has come for his woman and child. I didn’t think you liked another man’s leftovers.”
I started to respond but stopped myself. “It’s amazing. I don’t want to fight with you,” I told her and meant it. Pleased I had no urge to fuck her, I went upstairs to get some sleep. Stumbling to the room Scar assigned me, I knocked.
Fucking Jessy Bell answered the door naked.
Another temptation.
She smiled and batted her eyes at me. “Cowboy, you want to join us?”
Teeth waved at me from the bed. Naked, too, he had a red ball in his mouth.
If I didn’t want to fuck Anarchy, but wanted to take the edge off, Jessy would be more than willing.
But I had no desire. “Nope, just looking for somewhere to rest my head.”
“Try down the hall.”
Down the hall, I listened at the next door first.
“Give me the mushroom. Give me the mushroom,” one male voice pleaded.
“Fuck. Man. Not that big banana. Quit throwing that right in my face,” another man hollered.
As I imagined a gay sixty-nine, my eyes widened. I opened the door, wondering which of my brothers hadn’t come out of the closet. “Fuck, turn off the Mario Kart, and get out of here.”
Claiming the room, I locked myself in. Knowing that my brothers used the rooms above the bar, for their sexcapades, I stripped the sheets. There were always clean ones in the drawers. Speaking of sexcapades, I went to delete all my videos of Anarchy and me. I wasn’t even tempted to take one last peek. I watched my video of Halley blowing out her birthday candles, instead.
Then I found a video I didn’t take.
Back in the cabin, Halley had filmed herself trying to suck on my dick as I slept. It was only ten seconds long. If I looped it, that was quite the show. My dick swelled in my pants. Watching it over and over, I couldn’t help but whack off.
Fuck Scar, I’d make Halley mine whether he liked it or not. Besides, if I didn’t, some other man would. They wouldn’t care what she’d been through or that she couldn’t remember if she’d thanked you already or not. Or that she didn’t want to talk about any of the bad shit, but one day it’d come out. That day wouldn’t be pretty. I was ready for it. Ready to help her weather the storm that brewed under her ignoring her horrible memories. All so she could be happy about what most people take for granted. At thatmoment I decided her white knight was exactly what I wanted to be.
The next morning, I walked straight to her house, but Root and Chug were at her door.
Root wouldn’t let me in. “She doesn’t want to see you.”
“That’s bullshit.”
Chug put his hand on my shoulder. “Naw, man, Anarchy came to get her shit before you got here. After all she told that girl, I’m sure she don’t want to see you ever again.”
Halley
Scar had set me and the baby up in Anarchy’s old place. A whole house to myself was more than I could’ve asked for but without Cowboy, I was instantly lonely. The baby would do something fucking adorable and there was no one to share it with. Plus, the little guy was up and down all night which meant I’d been, too. Groggy, I had to make coffee, some breakfast and feed the baby all by myself. Then after the baby ate again, I needed to find a snack.
Cowboy had spoiled me.
To beat all, Anarchy came to get her personal belongings. I tried to steer clear of her like I’d been warned. She was nothing like me, and I started to wonder if I was too girlish for Cowboy. Covered in tattoos, Anarchy wore a ton of makeup and her bright red hair was tightly curled like a doll’s hair. My hair dark and wavy, had gottenincredibly long down in the basement, where I could sit on it. Where she was tall, I was short. Where she was tone and fit, I was thin and soft. I’d not gotten much exercise in the basement, either. Her boobs were perky where mine were too big and round for me to handle. And her butt, it looked as firm and tight as two cantaloupe halves.
Wearing a tank top with hot pants, she was all legs. Her spiked heels clinked all over the house. I looked down to my bare feet.
Scar had two big men making sure she didn’t harm me, but they couldn’t stop her words. Out of all the crazy shit she said, while she was packing, what hurt me the most was her parting words. “You might take my house, but you’ll never take Cowboy. He can’t resist this pussy.”
With all I’ve been through, you’d think sex would be the last thing on my mind, but the fact that Cowboy hadn’t even moved to kiss me in all the time we spent together, let alone try to make love to me hurt like a motherfucker. After Anarchy left, all I could think was that he’d ended up with her last night. Why else would she have said that, like that?
Two more whole days passed before Cowboy came back. I’d been crying on and off the whole time. I dried myeyes now. We sat down on Anarchy’s couch. All I could think was that they probably fucked all over this place. He couldn’t resist her pussy.
