“Huh?”
“Your tongue,” he said, and I tried to focus on his eyes. “You’re drooling all over thefloor.”
I just stared at him. Seth knew about my marriage to Maggie—as in he knew I’d married her in Vegas, though he didn’t know much more—so in his way, he was probably looking out for me. And maybe I was being a royal douche staring at her ass like that, like I wanted to be all up init.
I knew Maggie didn’t want me giving our shit away, but what the fuck was I supposed to do when she was right in my face looking sexy ashell?
Seth’s mouth twitched in a tiny, pitying smile.Great.Now Seth felt sorry for me. “Heads-up,” he said, and nodded at the waitress, who was hovering, waiting on our nextorder.
I blinked at her, at her rack, which was bursting out of her shirt. What did she do, stuff half a roll of toilet paper down there since we walked in? I tried to remember how to speak about normal shit, hyper-fucking-aware that I was sitting in the middle of some random bar with a hard-on, and Maggie’s pussy three feet from my face, and I couldn’t touchher.
How the fuck did this become mylife?
I was a rock star, last time Ichecked.
I had women, literally and on a daily basis, throwing pussy at me like fucking confetti… Offering me booze, drugs, gifts… Asking me to marry them. Offering me their bodies, their hearts, their fucking bank accounts and their wombs… And I couldn’t get Maggie Omura to look me in the eye in public andsmile.
I glanced at our table. Katie was shouting something at me. The other girls wanted in on the next round of shooters, so fuck it. I ordered up a shit-ton of Legspreaders, then some Orgasms, then some Screaming Orgasms. Then something called a Passed Out Naked on the Bathroom Floor, which the guys decided they needed a few rounds ofthemselves.
Then our merch girl, Sophie, arrived. Sophie was fucking cool, with sleeve tattoos and a retro pinup girl hairdo. She was kinda chubby, in a sexy way, with big tits and a big laugh, and the guys fucking loved her. When she started helping the cocktail waitresses pour Upside-Down Margaritas down the guys’ throats, things really gotsloppy.
Somewhere between the Legspreaders and the first round of Orgasms, Maggie hit the dance floor withKatie.
I watched her dance, my eyes fucking glued to her as she tore it up to “California Love.” They seemed to be having fun. Laughing and spinning each other around and bumping their asses together. Maggie in her little black dress and sexy tights and high-heeled boots. And her tight, round ass cheeks almost showing… but notquite.
It was good to see her loosen the fuck up like that. Even as uneasy as I felt sitting here in this bar right now, surrounded by booze and chicks and everyone drinking… and my dick fucking splitting in half watching her dance… it felt good to see her likethat.
Sometime after that, shedisappeared.
She’d just downed her second Screaming Orgasm when she grabbed Talia’s arm and said to her, “Get me out of here before I do something stupid.” She said it right in front of me and onstupid, she slapped her hand on the table and gave me a look that was half-angry and half-victorious.
How long are you gonna play this game?that looksaid.
As long as it takes,beautiful.
I watched her lace her fingers through Talia’s, like the girl was some sort of security blanket. Then they left the bar with Lex on theirtail.
I left rightafterwards.
I knew Lex would get them back to the hotelsafe.
I also knew Maggie probably didn’t want me to followher.
And since she was drunk, Ididn’t.
Chapter Three
Maggie
Ihad a headache.
It was mild, fortunately, and nothing a few Tylenol couldn’t fix. So I pounded those back and tried to do some work. I couldn’t sleep anyway, and I’d rallied myself out of the hotel a little early, skippingbreakfast.
After all the shooters last night, I miraculously didn’t feel sick, but I didn’t feel very hungryeither.
With a little luck, I’d tire myself out and I could take a little nap on the road, then grab a late breakfast when my appetite cameback.
It was raining and the Lady Bus was quiet on the way to Portland, everyone tucked away, playing on their phones or listening to music in their headphones. Restingup.
