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ALFIE
Another hopeless date.
Another night with blue balls.
Another night of having to return to the McGowan mansion and see Ewen, my long-time family friend, eating up his new squeeze. I’d seen enough of the two of them to know he was falling hard and fast. Despite the giant house, it was feeling real small, thanks to their impassioned sex games and near constant swooning.
They didn’t even invite me to play.
Rude.
A drizzle began, sending droplets bouncing off my blazer and causing my hair to stick to my face. Dinner with the McGowan clan awaited, but being surrounded by the bevy of heart-eyed couples made me shudder. It was the last thing I needed.
Warm orange light and upbeat music poured out of a pub as a group of giggling women tumbled out onto the street. A waft of sweet-smelling perfume followed them like a cloud of candy floss. It should be criminal for women to be so damn addictive—my biggest weakness.
Glancing at my watch, I paused before heading into the pub.
One drink couldn’t hurt. Ten minutes, and I’d be on my way.
Inside, people bustled in every available space. Seats held more than one patron as groups squished in together. A pretty red-headed woman, face full of freckles and lips that were sinfully plump, filled the small stage in the corner of the room, singing a country song full of sass. Confidence exuded from her, filling me with warmth. There was nothing I loved more than a woman who knew what she wanted. Her eyes flicked from patron to patron, drinking down their admiration like a little attention vampire.
After a few minutes, the barman got me a pint, which I sipped slowly while watching the singer. Her eyes met mine with a glint that spoke entirely of trouble. Placing my pint down with a smirk, I took off my jacket and hung it over my arm before folding up the sleeves of my shirt. She ate up every second of it, actually licking her lips as I revealed my tattooed forearms.
One pint turned into three while I waited for her set to end, enjoying the little game of cat and mouse we played. Time was running away with me. The McGowan’s were likely too busy to miss me much anyway.
‘Ladies and gents, I’m going to take a quick ten-minute break before coming back for the second half of my set.’ She winked before blowing a kiss to the crowd.
The busy pub cheered as she stepped down from the stage, her eyes razor-focused on me.
‘I’ve not seen you here before,’ she said, grabbing the pint from my hand to take a generous sip and handing it back to me. Brazen. Hot.
‘You’ve got a little foam,’ I commented, reaching out and wiping the beer foam from her upper lip. She captured my wrist and drew my thumb to her mouth. I couldn’t help but groan as she licked it off, her tongue wrapping my finger. A shiver of desire surged through my chest, an insatiable craving I couldn’t help but chase again and again. Bed to bed, person to person—no matter how many legs I fell between, it was never enough.
‘I’ve only got ten minutes,’ she whispered, dropping my hand and leaning in close, filling my nose with her floral perfume. My lips grazed the side of her neck just below her ear as I closed my eyes and indulged in her heady scent.
‘Not enough time,’ I murmured, pushing a hand into her hair and tipping her head roughly.
She squeaked, sending a thrill right down to my dick, leaving me straining against my pants. Her eyes widened, and her breath hitched, her voice dropping an octave when she spoke. ‘I could show you what else I can do with my tongue.’
Dinner could wait another ten minutes. Right?
‘Where?’ I demanded.
She grabbed my hand and led me through the crowd, past the bar, and into a tiny corridor. Pushing her back against the wall, I slid my mouth over hers, unable to fight back the wave of hunger that swept over me. Whether ten minutes or a night, knowing someone wanted me gave me the rush I craved. The rush I couldn’t resist. She whimpered into my mouth when I grasped her by the ass and pulled her tightly against me, our bodies crushing as I drank down her eager kisses.
She broke the kiss first, panting against me. ‘I want to suck your cock. I’ve only got a few minutes left until I need to be back on stage.’
‘And what if I want to use my tongue to make you scream?’ Nothing was sweeter than a woman going to pieces beneath me.
‘Then you’ll have to come back and visit. I’m here every Saturday. Now shut up, and let me have what I want.’
Dropping to her knees, she undid my trousers and pulled my cock free, her eyes glittering at the deliciousness of a random hook up. The hubbub of the busy bar filtered through the space, reminding me just how close we were to them. Such a dirty girl, ready and willing to suck a stranger’s dick at the drop of a hat.
Just my type.
‘Jesus Christ,’ she said, taking in the ladder of metal that graced my erection. Her eyes swept to my face as she reverently leaned forward and traced her tongue along the series of piercings before surrounding the tip with her pink lips.
