Chapter Twenty-Five
Gunner
As though it weren’t hard enough to get my head on straight for a job interview that early in the morning, the only thing I could think about was the feeling from the night before. With Maddox’s cock rocketing through me, it was like his pleasure was thrusting me into Malcolm, and my body was a furnace burning with everyone’s heat.
Fuck. How am I supposed to think about a job interview?
Knowing I’d spend the rest of the week jerking off and fantasizing anyway, I did my best to ignore the warm, pulsing feeling inside of me. I did my best to stop thinking about Malcolm’s ass, wrapped tight around my dick.
And I did my best not to feel pissed that Maddox had insisted on driving separately. If he didn’t let me catch a ride on his motorcycle soon, I was going to end up begging him.
He pulled up to a corner, and I angled my truck behind him. When I hopped out, I saw that we were at the same place I had met Malcolm a couple of weeks earlier.
“This bar?” I asked as Maddox pulled his helmet off. “I already tried here. They’re not hiring.”
He reached around and slapped my ass, making me jump in place. “Trust me,” he said, winking. “It’s worth a second try.”
He held the door open for me as we walked inside. The bar was just as dimly lit as the last time, but being Sunday morning, it was empty of customers. The only person seemed to be the woman who stood behind the counter. With green hair pulled back in a ponytail and muscled arms sticking out from her tank top, she cleaned a pile of dirty glasses in the sink behind the bar.
“Hey Lilith,” Maddox said, reaching across the bar to give her a hug. “This is Gunner, the guy I told you about.”
I grabbed a stool at the bar. “Is it too early for a drink?”
Lilith laughed. “I can see you’ll fit in here pretty easily. And nice to meet you, too.”
“I told Maddox that I already applied for a job here,” I said. “But he says you’re willing to consider me again.”
Lilith tossed the washcloth in the sink and rinsed her hands. “If Maddox vouches for you, I’m willing to consider it.”
I turned to glance at him, and he chuckled. “Yes, I vouch for you, kid,” he said, then turned to Lilith. “He’s rough around the edges, but he’ll be able to hold his own with the customers. And he might look young, but he’s been taking care of himself for years. He’ll be reliable, too.”
I felt a rush of confidence after hearing him describe me that way. “Not to mention,” I added, “I can probably drink half of your customers under the table.”
“I wouldn’t bet on that,” Lilith said. “But anyway, you won’t have a chance to find out. My bartenders help themselves to a couple drinks during a shift, but never more than two.”
“Sounds good to me,” I said. “When do you need me to start?”
Lilith turned to Maddox, winking. “He really is handful, just like you said.”
I thought about his hands, grabbing my ass last night. “I am,” I confirmed.
“Just a couple of other questions,” Lilith continued. “Can you work weekends?”
“Yup.”
“And can you fight?”
“Fuck yeah,” I answered. “I’ll mop the floor with any asshole who comes in here.”
Lilith and Maddox exchanged another look.Fuck, slow it down, Gunner.“I mean, I can if I have to.”
“That’s right,” Lilith said. “I can’t promise no one will mess with you at this job, but I can promise to have your back.” She tapped her knuckles on the bar, thinking, then turned to Maddox. “It’s a favor to you,” she said. “But yeah, we can use him.”
My eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Sure,” she said. “Maddox thinks I can teach you a few things, and I’m willing to try. But it’s only weekend evenings to start. Our other regular bartender is trying to spend more time with his boyfriends, and he’s been asking me to track down a little extra help.”
“Boyfriends?” I asked. “Like more than one?”
