We pull up at the bar and park the bikes before heading inside. The place is packed, people dancing and drinking but I don’t see anyone out of place, which pisses me off.
We all saddle up next to the bar and order our drinks when a pretty little girl stumbles toward me. She trips and nearly falls when I catch her in my free arm.
“You okay?” I ask her. She giggles and looks up at me with bright green eyes that float in all the alcohol that she’s consumed.
“I am now.”
“You think so? You don’t know whose arms you just tripped and fell into.”
“Does it matter?” She asks in her drunken state. She’s cute but young. Not that that’s ever stopped me before. I could take her in the bathroom right now to fuck her senseless, and she’d let me. I know she would.
“It does when you’re this drunk, sweetheart. You don’t want me to get the wrong idea,” I tell her. She smiles at me, and she’s damn pretty.
“Maybe it’s the right idea.” Her words are like a fire burning through my veins. It’s been months of not fucking anyone. Months of my own hand giving me pleasure, and now here’s this little girl willing and ready to give me what I want. What I need. In the back of my mind, I know it’s really Mylah that I want to sink my cock in, but this girl is here and willing. I shove off my stool and drag her along behind me toward the back of the building while the guys laugh at the bar. I know they’re laughing at me, and that’s fine. I’m horny as fuck and need a release.
The girl stumbles as I drag her into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.
“Tell daddy how you want it,” I demand. She licks her lips and shrugs her shoulders. I cock my head to the side as she strips out of her dress and stands there naked in front of me.
“Come on, darlin’. Tell daddy how you want it.”
“Just fuck me,” she whines as her hands travel all over her body. It’s a nice body too. But she isn’t the kind of girl I need. This isn’t going to work. I want a girl who will tell me what she wants, and I know that’s Mylah. Why the hell is she fucking with my head so badly? Why can’t I stop thinking about her, even when there’s a gorgeous woman right here in front of me, ready and willing to do anything I want? Fuck. I’m so fucking messed up in the head.
I shake my head and remove my hand from my cock as I step toward the girl. Then I grab her, lifting her off the floor and sitting her onto the counter in front of me. I spread her legs wide before I get on my knees in front of her.
“What are you doing?”
“You need to cum, baby. I’m gonna make you cum.”
“But I want you to fuck me.”
“You didn’t tell daddy what you wanted, so this is what you get.” She’s about to whine and protest when I run my tongue along her wetness. Then she arches her back and gives me more.
I eat this girl out like I’ve never eaten a girl before. I give her exactly what she needs and wants as her body trembles from what I’ve done to her. She shakes, and her knees are weak as I lift her off the sink and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand.
“I want you to fuck me,” she says, as she catches her breath.
“Too late, darlin’. You got what you got.” With that, I spin around and walk out of the bathroom, leaving her a soaking wet mess. I walk back over to the bar and sit on my stool as the guys all look at me.
“What?”
“Your face is wet,” Ranger tells me. I shrug.
“It was good eatin’.” Now they laugh as they order another round of drinks.
Chapter 6
Mylah
I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself. I’m in a skintight black dress that leaves little to the imagination, and I feel damn good in it. Twenty-eight years old. I can’t believe I’m getting that close to thirty. I think back on my life and all that I’ve accomplished. I think I’ve done pretty well for myself. I’ve trained dogs since I was seventeen, and I’m good at it. I make a good living, and I love what I do. Not many can say that. I know there are a lot of people out there who hate their jobs but have no choice except to keep working them. Not me, though. I love mine. Always have.
“That’s what you’re wearing?” Christian asks as he steps into the bathroom behind me.
“What’s wrong with this?”
“You want men to think you’re single?”
“Are you serious? What’s your problem lately, Christian? You’ve had something to say about what I wear all the time.”
