“Baby?” Candy said, nuzzling into my neck.
“Nah, I’m good.” I gently pushed her from my lap and she took the hint and stood up.
She looked down at me with a playful pout. “You come find me later,” she said with a wink, and left.
I smiled after her, but when she was across the room I groaned and put my head in my hands, wondering what the fuck was going on. How had my life come to this?
Fighter sat down in the chair next to me and I side-eyed him. “Didn’t know Ripped was down for that kinda shit.”
“You saw that then? So I’m not imagining it?” I asked, and he nodded, chuckling to himself. “Don’t say it,” I grunted out in warning.
“That was fucked up, brother,” he said, sipping on his whiskey.
“I said don’t say it.”
He chuckled again. “There something going on with her that I should know about, brother?”
Fighter and I told each other everything. We had since we were kids. It was an unspoken rule between us. We were always there for each other, no matter what crap life threw at us, as long as we were honest.
“Nothing’s going on. Nothing but Ripped getting his girl off right in front of me,” I said, not being able to hold his eye.
“And everyone else in the room,” Fighter said, making me sit up straight and look around.
No one else seemed to have noticed and I was glad, because the thought of anyone else watching that little show made me want to start ripping out people’s eyes.
“It was hot as hell watching him finger-fuck her. I’ll be dreaming about that for weeks.” He laughed and lifted his eyebrows before letting his tongue hang out like a dog.
I snarled, a rumble coming from deep within my chest as he chuckled.
“I’m kidding. Chill out, brother, or people will start getting the wrong idea.”
“And what would be the wrong idea?” I asked, snatching his glass of whiskey from him and downing it in one go. I winced as the liquid burned my throat.
“That you’re sweet on Ripped’s girl,” Fighter said more seriously. “Because that shit would be seriously messed up.”
He held my gaze, pressing his point home, and eventually I nodded and looked away from him. I’d never been one to back down from an argument or a fight, and I’d never walked away from a woman without claiming her pussy before. But there was something about Quinn that was sending me down a dark path, a path I hadn’t been down before, and making me discover a whole new side of myself. Couldn’t say I liked it much.
“It’s all good.” Fighter shrugged. “The way I see it is, if he let you watch like that just then, then maybe he’ll let you join in. He can’t be too pissed about you grinding down on her if he’s in the room too, right?” He looked down at his now empty glass and shook his head. He looked up and whistled for one of the sweetbutts to come over with a bottle of whiskey to top the glass back up. “And she didn’t seem to mind you watching, so I doubt she’d put up any arguments,” he chuckled.
I lit a cigarette, my thoughts all over the fucking place as I put the reality to his words.
“You know I’m fucking with you, right?” he laughed, slapping my shoulder. “Ripped letting you watch that show is different than you asking to join in, brother. That’s the sort of shit that gets you killed.”
“Yeah,” I laughed back. “I know.”
I couldn’t ever imagine Ripped letting me fuck his old lady, not unless he was joining in, and I didn’t think I’d be able to do that without killing him. I pushed the idea to the back of my mind. The sweetbutt filled the glass I was holding and handed another full one to Fighter and he laughed again.
“Your cogs are squeaking. You think too hard about it you might blow your load again, brother. And your pussy ass can’t drink whiskey, brother, so put the fucking glass down and leave it to the big boys.”
I punched him in the arm. “Fuck off.” I took another swig of the whiskey and stared at the corridor that Quinn and Ripped has just gone down and wondered what would happen if I followed them.
Would he let me join in?
And would I even want to share her?
~ 10 ~
Quinn
