make it whatever she wants afterwards but you gotta detach. You've been balls to the wall for two years on this shit. She has done nothing but prove she is a responsible girl. She's smart and resilient and strong. She's stronger than us. Remember us at this point? We were crazy."
My eyes won't open but I nod, "I'm going to the bar. I can't have her out and not see her. I need you outside with the truck."
He nudges me, "Stay out of her sight."
I nod, "I know."
His look grows concerned, "Do you love her?"
I can't lie to him so I don’t answer.
Chapter Seven
She looks beautiful. She is the most underdressed girl in the group of them, but she's beautiful all the same.
Her eyes are wide as they approach the line up. Michelle says something to her and her face flushes instantly. She looks like she might run, but instead, she pulls her pants down to her ass crack and hikes up her shirt to the bottom of her breasts, showing almost everything.
Stuart's hand slaps across my chest, pinning me to the seat, "No."
I don’t take my eyes off of her, "What the fuck?"
He laughs, "They won't get in the bar without her looking like meat, man. That bouncer ain’t gonna let some chick in jeans and a tee shirt stroll past the line."
I take a deep breath but it becomes a growl. A guy behind her is touching her, pushing himself against her.
Stuart shakes his head, laughing, "You have to breathe. She just needs to get in. Sarah ain't no fool. She ain't gonna let some random rub against her."
She disappears into the bar like she's in a conga line and buddy behind her is making me ready to murder someone, him mostly.
I climb out and give Stuart a look, "Be ready. She'll be here in fifteen."
He shakes his head and points with a cocky smile on his lips, "She just pulled her pants to her ass crack to get in a bar. She's gonna be fine."
I slam the door, strolling up to the bouncer.
He gives me a look but the hundred dollars I place in his hands puts a smile on his lips, "Well, come on in."
I nod and walk past him. The club is the same as all the others. A girl in a miniskirt tries to eye fuck me from the bar. I can count the seconds I've got, before she ties the stem of the cherry she's sucking into a knot. She saunters over, sliding a hand up my chest, "Hi there."
She smells of insecurities and booze. I pluck her hand from my chest, still scanning the room, "No, thank you."
She scowls, "Screw you."
My heart stops, my girl is dancing and throwing her hands in the air. Her clothes look normal again but her hair is down. I shake my head and mumble, "No, thank you."
The trashy blonde leaves in a huff. A brunette with huge, glossy lips walks up to me as I lean against the bar, hiding in the corner to watch only.
The brunette nudges me, "You look grumpy. Want me to cheer you up?"
I glance at her, trying not to think about those glossy lips and where I would like them wrapped. I shake my head, "I like being grumpy."
She grins wide and flutters her lashes a little, "I like you grumpy too."
Shit.
I turn, waving at the bartender, "Scotch, neat." I look back at the brunette and know she could make the noise stop. The sound of the buzzing inside of me almost craves her. She steps closer as my drink lands in front of me, and picks it up. She shoots the scotch back. My hand slips into my pants, pulling a card. I slip it into her hand before I really think about the choice I'm making. She plucks it from my hand and saunters off again, wiggling her perky ass in her black skirt. My face is tight with want and need.
I wave at the bartender again. He places another scotch in front of me. I suck it back as fast as the brunette did and turn back around. My girl is dancing up a storm.
She stops and leans against the rail around the dance floor. My body, still filled with whatever the brunette did to me, walks that way. I don’t have control. It's involuntary. I hate involuntary but she's like a tractor beam.
She looks at me nervously; it's the
My eyes won't open but I nod, "I'm going to the bar. I can't have her out and not see her. I need you outside with the truck."
He nudges me, "Stay out of her sight."
I nod, "I know."
His look grows concerned, "Do you love her?"
I can't lie to him so I don’t answer.
Chapter Seven
She looks beautiful. She is the most underdressed girl in the group of them, but she's beautiful all the same.
Her eyes are wide as they approach the line up. Michelle says something to her and her face flushes instantly. She looks like she might run, but instead, she pulls her pants down to her ass crack and hikes up her shirt to the bottom of her breasts, showing almost everything.
Stuart's hand slaps across my chest, pinning me to the seat, "No."
I don’t take my eyes off of her, "What the fuck?"
He laughs, "They won't get in the bar without her looking like meat, man. That bouncer ain’t gonna let some chick in jeans and a tee shirt stroll past the line."
I take a deep breath but it becomes a growl. A guy behind her is touching her, pushing himself against her.
Stuart shakes his head, laughing, "You have to breathe. She just needs to get in. Sarah ain't no fool. She ain't gonna let some random rub against her."
She disappears into the bar like she's in a conga line and buddy behind her is making me ready to murder someone, him mostly.
I climb out and give Stuart a look, "Be ready. She'll be here in fifteen."
He shakes his head and points with a cocky smile on his lips, "She just pulled her pants to her ass crack to get in a bar. She's gonna be fine."
I slam the door, strolling up to the bouncer.
He gives me a look but the hundred dollars I place in his hands puts a smile on his lips, "Well, come on in."
I nod and walk past him. The club is the same as all the others. A girl in a miniskirt tries to eye fuck me from the bar. I can count the seconds I've got, before she ties the stem of the cherry she's sucking into a knot. She saunters over, sliding a hand up my chest, "Hi there."
She smells of insecurities and booze. I pluck her hand from my chest, still scanning the room, "No, thank you."
She scowls, "Screw you."
My heart stops, my girl is dancing and throwing her hands in the air. Her clothes look normal again but her hair is down. I shake my head and mumble, "No, thank you."
The trashy blonde leaves in a huff. A brunette with huge, glossy lips walks up to me as I lean against the bar, hiding in the corner to watch only.
The brunette nudges me, "You look grumpy. Want me to cheer you up?"
I glance at her, trying not to think about those glossy lips and where I would like them wrapped. I shake my head, "I like being grumpy."
She grins wide and flutters her lashes a little, "I like you grumpy too."
Shit.
I turn, waving at the bartender, "Scotch, neat." I look back at the brunette and know she could make the noise stop. The sound of the buzzing inside of me almost craves her. She steps closer as my drink lands in front of me, and picks it up. She shoots the scotch back. My hand slips into my pants, pulling a card. I slip it into her hand before I really think about the choice I'm making. She plucks it from my hand and saunters off again, wiggling her perky ass in her black skirt. My face is tight with want and need.
I wave at the bartender again. He places another scotch in front of me. I suck it back as fast as the brunette did and turn back around. My girl is dancing up a storm.
She stops and leans against the rail around the dance floor. My body, still filled with whatever the brunette did to me, walks that way. I don’t have control. It's involuntary. I hate involuntary but she's like a tractor beam.
She looks at me nervously; it's the
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