“You look like you enjoy butterscotch, too,” Kaylin said.
“I like blood,” I said, finishing my drink. “And sometimes tears. You have both. Show me one or the other.”
She blinked at me like she was dumb.
Alessio laughed softly as he spoke in Italian to Matteo.
I still understood them. I’d learned Italian long ago.
“Think he’ll fuck her or kill her?” Alessio asked in Italian.
“Judging by the look on his face, maybe both.” Matteo winked at me.
“My friend Emily loves raisins. They’re so gross. Don’t you think they’re gross? They’re, like, literally old fruit. Old is so gross.”
I poured more whiskey into my glass and drank it down.
“One time, my friend Shelby, totally ate an entire box of raisins on a dare. But Lana had soaked them in alcohol before, so they plumped up?—”
I fisted her hair and crushed my lips against hers.
Anything to make her shut the fuck up.
Alessio clapped loudly, and Matteo drank.
Fuck it. I hadn’t been laid in a few weeks. I’d been too busy working. And thinking…
Fuck, I did too much thinking.
I kissed her deeper, making her squirm against me.
I broke off the kiss, my fingers still in her blonde hair. “Show me how appreciative you are.”
Her lips parted, and she scrambled to get to my belt. I let her, my eyes on my two friends who stared back at me, little smirks on their smug faces.
“Oh my gosh,” she said, her eyes wide. “You’re, like, huge.”
“Shut up and suck my dick,” I snapped at her.
She immediately buried her face in my crotch, my cock in her mouth.
“How is it?” Alessio asked.
I grunted as I tried to force her deeper onto my dick.
“Shallow.” I winced. “And too many teeth.”
Matteo chuckled. “Let’s take her out of here. I don’t need your blood on the floor.”
I tugged her off my dick and tucked myself back into my pants before getting up, my hand around her bicep.
We left the club and met Frank out front in our SUV.
“Pretty,” Frank commented as he opened the back door for us.
“Easy, big daddy,” Alessio said with a laugh. “You’ve already fucked around and found out too many times. What number baby are you on? Six? Seven?”
“It’ll be eight if you let him near her,” I said, shoving her into the backseat. “He doesn’t know how to keep his dick on lockdown.” I slid in next to Katie and unzipped my pants before she could open her damn mouth and start talking about raisins again.
