He pats my back. “Go get yours. It’s probably been a minute since you got laid anyway.”
It hasn’t been that long. Maybe three weeks. Things have been busy—it’s not easy running the family business—but I’m not a total masochist. I make sure to tend to my needs.
I break away from my brothers and slither through the crowd, a predator creeping up on its prey, but when I draw near, the way she’s looking at me, it’s hard to tell who’s really the predator. She’s even more beautiful up close: Wide eyes. Thick, kissable lips. Hips that suggest they will not lie.
“I don’t think I’ve seen you here before,” I tell her, “and that’s a problem for me.”
She side-eyes me. “A problem for you?”
“Of course. I try to make sure I know all the beautiful women in town.”
Despite the judgment written all over her face, she cracks a smile. “Is that your line?” she jibes.
“I stole it from my brother, so if it didn’t work, it’s his fault.”
She laughs. “Aren’t you a little old to be blaming others for not being able to flirt?”
“That’s rude. Although, it shouldn’t surprise me because it’s my birthday and you don’t even have a present for me.”
I didn’t think she could smile much bigger, but there it is, and it’s gorgeous.
She moves in close, sizing me up before whispering, “Actually, if we go somewhere private, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised to find out I do have a present for you.”
Oh, I like her. A lot. Even better, she’s just as eager as I am to seal the deal.
Not ten minutes later, she’s leading me out of the bar, en route to her condo that’s just down the street. Like the universe laid everything out for the perfect birthday fuck.
Lowes and Hayes tail me, which catches her attention. “Bodyguards?”
“I kind of need them,” I say, which makes her laugh.
“Please tell me you don’t think I’m oblivious about who you are, Logan Wilde.”
“My reputation precedes me, and still didn’t discourage you?”
“Might be one of the things that caught my interest to begin with,” she confesses.
She’s so feisty, so fun. I bet she’s a hell of a lay.
I don’t have to wait long to find out before we’re tumbling around in her bed. I tear a condom open with my teeth and roll it on. She’s lying there, looking so fucking gorgeous, her full breasts on display, her legs open, inviting me to take that pussy I can still taste on my tongue.
“What was your name again?” I ask.
“You’re gonna ask that right before you stick your dick in me? Really?”
I cringe. That’s such a fuckup. “Would it be terrible to say I was too fixated on your beauty to remember to do that?”
“You didn’t ask. I didn’t care. It wasn’t important. But I’m Renee.”
“Fuck, a name as beautiful as you are.”
“If I were upset about it, that would have cleared that right up,” she assures me as I finish rolling on the condom. I lean down and take a kiss, starting to push into her. “Fuck yeah,” she breathes as I work my way inside.
She’s fucking wild. Just needs a fuck, same as me. To forget all the bullshit of this world, the responsibilities and obligations. It’s my birthday, so tonight I get to be a free animal.
As soon as she’s adjusted in missionary, it’s like she wants to put me through the wringer, make me demonstrate that everything she’s heard about me is true. And I aim to show her just that. I fuck that pussy with my all. On the bed, up against the wall, on the desk, and I can tell by the way she’s calling my name that she’s getting close when I have her pinned up against the wall, drilling.
“I’m nearly…” she warns, and as her body vibrates in my hold, it’s apparent that it’s too late for her. She calls out, rolling her head back, her muscles twitching as she erupts in a full-body quiver.
